Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Half Full or Half Empty? ❯ Going Back... ( Chapter 12 )

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Going back…

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Bakura's POV…

"Wouldn't that mean that we would have to talk to that jackass Malik in order to get to his sister?" I asked.

"Well yeah, but she's got the Millennium Necklace, she can go back five thousand years into the past and tell us if I was there at all."

"Good point. We'll go up to him at lunchtime."

"Alright."

Normal POV…

Shika and Bakura strode up to Malik at lunchtime in the cafeteria. He was eating with Seto and Jou. Bakura and Malik exchanged snarling glances. Shika saw the hairs on Bakura's neck stand on-end and his fists clench.

"What do you want?" Malik barked.

"I need to talk to you about something Malik. It's important." Shika said.

Malik studied the gash below her eye and suddenly felt sympathetic. "Alright. Come on then." He got up from his table and walked outside and sat down on a bench. Shika hobbled along behind him.

"What is it you want, Lotus?" Malik asked, an icy surface frozen over his lavender eyes.

"I need to talk to your sister sometime soon. It's about my past."

"Has this got anything to do with Sekhmet?"

"Y-yes… well, you see Bakura has got the Eye of Horus on his tailbone. I want to know if I had a place in Ancient Egypt. The only way I can find out is through your sister."

"You'll find Isis at the museum. I'd be quick though, she's leaving for Egypt next week."

"Thanks Malik. Oh and, no hard feelings, huh?"

Surprisingly Malik smiled. "Yeah. No hard feelings."

Shika's POV…

Today was surprisingly bright. Things were starting to pick up. I was going to go to the museum after school today to see Isis with Ryou. Anzu had told me all about her new girlfriend (yes, girlfriend) Taree. Taree is a beautiful platinum-blonde haired cheerleader with huge breasts at Domino High. I was just glad that Anzu had finally found someone; having her eyes set on Ryou wasn't the most comforting feeling in the world. Anzu agreed that she would come with me to the museum with Ryou to see Isis, under one condition - that we met up with Taree afterwards.

At the museum…
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"How long will this take, Shika?" Anzu asked.

"Not long. Only about fifteen minutes or so." I estimated. Ryou grasped my hand.

We found Isis in the ancient artifacts wing of the museum. She was gazing peacefully at the glass cases mounted on the wall which held the artifacts of ancient Egypt. One of my favourites was an inscriptive block of ancient Egyptian rock which had hieroglyphs of Sehkmet and Ra in it. Ra was offering Sekhmet a lotus flower in significance of his love for her because she protected him of all his enemies throughout his journeys. I cleared my throat gently to get Isis' attention. She turned to me and smiled.

"I've been expecting you, Lotus Shika." Her shoes clapped on the tiled floor as she approached me, her footsteps echoing through the hall.

"Did Malik tell you I was coming?"

She smiled and closed her eyes, shaking her head. "No. My necklace told me, of course."

"Oh, uh, right. So I guess you know what I'm about to ask you then, too?"

She nodded. "Come to my lair. I'd rather we do this in private." She replied, switching her gaze to a few tourists looking at the artifacts and monuments.

Ryou, Anzu and I followed Isis up to her dwelling on the floor above the museum. It was similar to that of a small apartment; it had oriental rugs on the floor and paintings and enlarged photos of the Nile River and various pyramids on her walls. We made ourselves comfortable on one of her two white couches. I sat next to Isis while Ryou and Anzu sat on the other opposing couch.

"As long as I know you are in my presence, I can gaze back into ancient times and foresee your past. Now sit quietly while I see the truth…" Isis put her fingers of her right hand up to her Millennium Necklace and closed her eyes…

*********Isis' Vision**********

The High Priest Seto Kaiba was sitting amongst a mass of velvety gold and purple cushions inside the Palace watching a group of girls swing their hips and twirl their arms around in the air in front of him. A servant stood at his side silently.

"Which one do you think is most worthy of the Pharaoh's pleasure?" the High Priest asked his servant.

"Your grace, any of these fine women would please His Majesty greatly. They are all exquisite."

For some unbeknown reason, the Priest couldn't help but take his eyes off of one dancer - one with waist length braided purple hair and creamy skin, slender curving hips, a small waist and captivating green eyes. He wanted her for himself, but knew that she would be the mighty King's birthday present.

"I'll take that one." He pointed to the one his eyes were fixed on.

"A fine pick, your grace." The servant took the girl away to the throne room where she would be introduced to her new master.

********End of Vision*************

"So… did I have a place, Isis?" I asked impatiently.

"Yes… you were the Pharaoh's personal exotic dancer. But wait! There's more…"

*********Isis' Vision**********

The servant got down on one knee in front of Pharaoh Yami. The girl stood, slightly trembling in her transparent silk dancing outfit, not knowing what to do.

"Your grace, I present your 25th birthday gift from the High Priest Kaiba Seto. He presents you in all your glory, the finest exotic dancer in all of Egypt."

Pharaoh Yami put up one hand, indicating that the servant was free to go. He looked sympathetically down at the trembling girl. She stared back at him, her eyes glazed over with fear, not knowing what he would do to her. The girl only looked about fifteen or sixteen, but she was fair for her age.

"What is your name, child?" the Pharaoh asked.

"Lotus Shika, your highness. Best wishes for your birthday." She said in a shaky, yet sweet voice.

The Pharaoh smiled in approval. The girl was nice, not to mention lovely in every way. But far, far too young. Why the High Priest chose such a young girl as his birthday gift was a mystery to Yami.

"Thank you, Lotus." The King said, rising from his throne to join the standing girl not three metres from him. "As beautiful as you are, I don't wish of your service. Instead, go to the River Nile and pick a bunch of Lotus flowers and return them to me. Once you have done that I will be grateful, and you will get your reward."

A smile cracked on the slim girl's full lips and she ran out of the palace quickly. King Yami sat back up on his throne smiling at her exit. As she turned to go, he noticed an illustration on her tailbone - it was Sekhmet, The Mighty One - goddess of the sun, protector of Ra and Osiris. Yami smiled again and he whispered to himself; "She has been sent…"

The Pharaoh waited for the dancer to return to the palace, holding in her hands a basket of Blue Nile Lotus flowers. The sky began to darken into a shade of indigo and silvery-white dots appeared against it. Lotus Shika never returned.

*******End of Vision********

Isis jolted back to reality, startling us. I put a hand on her arm to calm her. "What did you see?" I asked.

"King Yami did not wish of your service as a dancer to him. He told you to go to the Nile River and pick some Lotus flowers and return them to him. However, did not return. From there on in it was hazy. I'm sorry, Shika. I might be able to see more the next time you come to the museum."

"That's okay Isis. Thank you for your help. I just hope history doesn't repeat itself. Who knows what could have happened to me down at the Nile in my past life? I could have been kidnapped!"

Isis smiled. "I will try my hardest to see further into your past, Lotus. For now, I must return to my work."

We all nodded and got up, leaving Isis' home. Anzu skipped brainlessly out the door in front of us, clearly not knowing what on earth just happened. But she didn't care - she was going to meet her lover, and unfortunately for me, I promised to go with her.

"Do you want to come, Ryou?" I asked my lover as we walked out onto the street.

He shook his head, but smiled. "No, I have a lot of history homework that I'd like to get on with. But I'll make sure to feed Harry for you when I get home."

"Okay, thank you Ryou, I love you, goodbye."

Ryou pulled me into a passionate kiss before departing. I blushed as Anzu grinned at me; her oceanic eyes gleaming in the hot spring sun.

"Come on, Shika! We gotta go meet Taree! She'll be angry if we're late!" Anzu said, pulling me along. I sighed and hobbled alongside her. We came to a diner after about ten minutes of walking down a suburban Domino street. We saw Taree standing in her overly short school skirt ordering a drink behind the counter.

"Taree!" Anzu cried, skipping up to her and wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Anzu baby!" Taree replied. They both giggled and kissed each other on the lips. I shifted uncomfortably, watching. I had never spoken to Taree before but I couldn't exactly judge her by her looks. Even if she did look like Barbie.

"Hi Shika! I didn't know that you were friends with Anzu!" Taree cried bubbly, throwing her arms around me. I would have returned her embrace, but I was trying to support myself on my crutches.

"Yeah, we've been friends for a while." I replied gingerly.

"Oh! You're the one that's going out with that transfer student from Britain aren't you! You're a lucky girl! He's soooo cute!" Taree shrieked and took her drink.

Note to self: Anzu is dating Barbie. I thought. Taree seemed to be a fun person to be around though. I could see how her and Anzu got on so well together.

Anzu and I ordered an iced chocolate each and joined Taree at a clichéd red table with red seats. The black and white checkered floor underneath my feet was sticky with dried up soda which had obviously been spilt on it a couple of hours ago.

"I can't wait for school camp! What do you think we'll be doing in Shiranuka?" Taree asked, sipping on her cherry cola.

"From what I've heard it's a fishing village in Hokkaido. I wonder if we'll be going fishing." Anzu laughed sarcastically.

"Sounds boring to me." I said glumly. Something alarmingly caught my attention without warning; Taree had unnoticeably undone her top button on her shirt because of the heat. She was fingering her silver chain with a horse pendant on it, dangling just above her bulging breasts, which I could also see part of. I flicked my eyes away, cursing myself for looking. I wasn't bisexual! Was I?

"Who are you paired up with for camp, Shika?" Taree asked me.

I glanced up at her. "Ryou." I said, a little too briefly.

She nodded and smiled. She obviously didn't pick up my discomfort. She leaned over and took another sip of her cherry cola, making my eyes lure to her cleavage again, like a magnetic force of some description. I mentally slapped myself. Sure Taree was pretty, but why did I find myself looking at her in a different way? Ryou and Bakura were the loves of my life… besides, Taree and Anzu were together. I couldn't intrude on their relationship, it would corrupt everything that Ryou and Bakura had with me. I still had to make love to Bakura yet, too…

"Uh, you guys I think I should head off. I have things that need to be done." I laughed internally at the pun I made at the end of my sentence.

"Alright Shika, see you at school tomorrow." Anzu said, waving me off.

"Nice talking with you, Shika!" Taree said, winking at me.

Note to self: Taree is a gorgeous, blonde, flirty lesbian. I thought. But what does she see in Anzu? She could get anyone she wanted… guys or girls. Why'd she wink at me anyway? The thoughts and questions swirled around in my head all the way home. I decided I'd make love to Bakura tonight to take my mind off of it. He'd enjoy it, at least. I made my way home and hopped up the stairs, already getting keyed up about seeing my lovers. Ryou and Bakura were sitting on the couch watching TV. To my surprise, Harry was sitting between them, instead of being in his cage. Bakura was the first to notice I had arrived home.

"I thought you had history homework?" I asked Ryou, who soon noticed my arrival.

"Finished." He replied, taking a bite out of an apple.

I nodded and hobbled over to Bakura, resting my crutches on the back of the couch. I pounced onto his lap and kissed him wildly. He brought his hands underneath my skirt and grabbed my butt, squeezing it firmly, pulling me into him closer. Ryou got the hint and left the room. I heard the TV start up downstairs.

"What's gotten into you this afternoon, Lotus?" Bakura all but purred at me, pinning me down to the couch by my wrists. I giggled up at him playfully.

Bakura sighed, lay on top of me, and caressed my rounded breasts through my school shirt. He began to undo the buttons, and got hastier with each button undone. He finally discarded my bra and tweaked my hardened, rose-colored nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. He replaced his hands with his mouth as he suckled my nipples.

I ran my fingers through his hair and sighed. This is exactly what I needed after today. My legs spread open and I grinded my pelvis into his.

Bakura removed his mouth from my breast and began undressing himself. He carelessly threw his clothes on the floor and sat up and grabbed himself. He stroked his member and watched as its size began to increase. He leaned down and looked up at me devilishly, removing my skirt and panties from my hips.

I draped my legs on Bakura's shoulders, and fisted his snow-white locks at the back of his head. I guided his lips to my throbbing wet flesh. Bakura hungrily licked and played, slipping a finger inside me. He reached his other arm upwards and fondled my right breast.

My hips rose to meet his wicked tongue with my own thrusts. Bakura continued to lap at my sweetness, until I couldn't handle it any longer; I croaked his name and climaxed with all my might, feeling like I was squeezing everything out of my body. He greedily licked every drop, and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Bakura…" I whispered. "I'm ready."

Bakura didn't hesitate. He positioned himself over me, and slipped a second finger inside of me. He rotated in me rapidly, causing my eyes roll in the back of my head. My breathing came in short, ragged gasps. I bucked my hips wildly as Bakura teased my G-spot.

"Tell me how you want it," he growled in my ear.

"I don't… uh, care… Just… oh, take me…" I breathed.

Bakura withdrew his fingers from within me, and replaced it with his penis. I felt him shiver as he felt my tight warmth squeeze him. He rocked his hips steadily into mine, creating an astounding friction and rhythm between us.

I moaned as I wrapped my arms around my pastel-haired angel's neck. My legs clung to his back as he pushed deeper into me.

"Bakura… oh, Bakura… Harder… please, Ra…. Harder!"

He obliged and began to completely drill inside of me. He grabbed my breasts and continued his heavenly thrusts. Bakura lowered his head to my neck and suckled at it, drawing blood and leaving a mark on his so-called `claimed territory'.

I raised my hips and met each of his thrusts. My body vibrating from the inside out as I felt another orgasm thundering toward me.

Bakura grunted into my mass of wine-red hair, as his body also shivered.

"Oh Ra… sweet Isis… oh… don't let it end yet… but I must… I have to…" Bakura whimpered.

I grasped his hips and bucked violently against him, deciding to make him cum for himself. His throbbing member inside of me started to squirm as he released his load into me. He roared at the top of his lungs as his pinnacle was over. He collapsed beside me, resting his head on my breasts. We both panted heavily until our breathing became even. I could feel my heart beating rapidly - irregularly. It worried me this time; so I tried to calm myself down as quick as possible.

"Are you alright, my sweet flower of the Nile?" Bakura asked, stroking my face with his slender fingers.

I sighed and wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Yes Bakura… I'm fine… I love you…" I whispered.

"Forever my sweet, sweet Shika. Forever."

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