Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hope lost, and found? ❯ Secrets ( Chapter 6 )

A/N - For Kat- You're ab-so-lutely right about the gold and silver thing. I misspelled magick on purpose (I think it looks cooler like this) and about the title thing, I want it to show that the three of them (Isis, Yami and Seth) were very close. _____________________________________________________________

~Recap

Soon the other two left and Yami was alone with Bakura~

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Secrets

Yami sat down beside Bakura again. `I wish he hadn't got hurt,' he thought. He caressed Bakura's face and hair; it seemed to keep him calm. Soon, without realizing it Yami had fallen asleep, a restless dream-filled sleep. His hand slipped off Bakura's face and on to the pillow. Perhaps that was why Bakura started getting nightmares, because he lost all anchors to this world. He started screaming, Yami shot up in a second almost as if he had been waiting for it. What do I know? Maybe he was. He tried to talk to Bakura, he sang to him, holding him close but nothing worked. Yami chewed on his bottom lip thinking, `Should I do it? What if it doesn't work?' he hesitantly kept his right palm on Bakura's forehead and threw all his power into contacting him `Bakura,' he said mentally, in a calm voice. Screaming wouldn't help and he realized that. He called again and kept on calling and probing Bakura's mind softly. He heard an answering cry, `Pharaoh!'

`Yes, it's me. What's wrong?' Yami asked, still soft; afraid of scaring him.

`I keep on seeing the day my village was burnt down,' he heard a sort of sob, `I remember my mother and she told me something later. I…' here it broke off and Yami knew that he was crying, `I can't see you, where are you?' Bakura asked.

Yami knew that unless they pulled down all the barriers in their minds they wouldn't be able to see each other, `I'm here, you won't be able to see me,' he replied

`Why not? Can't you see me?' Bakura asked, his voice sounded more childish, Yami noted.

`No I…' he began when he realized he could. Yami was amazed because it meant that subconsciously Bakura had already opened up to him.

Yami sat back and concentrated, one by one he opened all the doors to his mind, `Can you see me now?'

`It's dim, but…yes I can!' he thought the last part of the sentence sounded a lot more excited than the first. He saw a figure moving up to him, silver hair making the figure very easy to recognize he waved at the figure, `Bakura, go forward then right, I'm sitting there,' he told mentally while sitting down, legs folded under him.

`I'm almost there,' he heard Bakura saying and sure enough, in a few moments Bakura was there beside him and had sat down beside him. Unlike him, Bakura had sprawled out and relaxed, his hair flying across his face and hiding most of it. Their surroundings were non-descript, simple darkness with a moon and stars dotting the sky at intervals and a single tree under which these two were sitting. Yami moved closer to Bakura, `Are you alright now?' he asked mentally

`Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be?' he heard the cool answer

Yami frowned, `You sounded like you were crying,' he answered

`Me? Crying? Pharaoh, I don't cry!' he heard but the rage seemed to be more than a little forced.

`Bakura…' he said

`Yes?' there was a distinct scowl present in the tone but that could mean many things.

Yami reached over and brushed away the locks from his eyes and a tear fell into his open palm. `Bakura…' he said again in his most gentle tone. The one he would use to soothe a child or to calm a frightened kitten. Bakura scooted over to him and buried his face in his chest; Yami held him and let him cry until no more tears were left. `Do you want to tell me what happened?' he asked Bakura

`N…yes,' he said indecisively. He moved back from Yami and leaned against the tree, `It was a normal day, I…my parents were not at home. Father had gone out to the fields and Mother was shopping, I had an older sister who was taking care of me,' he paused, Yami didn't press him. If you didn't look closely you wouldn't have thought he was listening at all. `I was playing when my sister rushed into the room and made me get into the underground shelter that every house had, just in case of earthquakes or other such things. I didn't understand, I was crying. But soon I smelt fire and blood; I only have a few images of this. No clear pictures except…,'

`Except?' Yami prompted

`My mother lying in the sand her face covered in blood, she was nearly unrecognizable. My father was beside her, it was obvious he died trying to protect her. My sister had gone out to protect my frail grandparents and she perished with them. I wandered for days in the desert. In those days villages were like whole kingdoms in themselves, they weren't built close to each other. One night my mother came to me in a dream, she told me to do what my heart wanted and I would find what I need. At the time, all I wanted was revenge. I decided then and there to challenge your father to a Shadow Game as soon as I was strong enough and to kill him. I did get to a village eventually but…they didn't like my looks much,' Bakura glanced at Yami; Yami caught it but kept his face expressionless. `That's really all…' his voice drifted off

`Oh,' Yami said carefully, taking it all in.

`Are you mad?' Bakura asked

Yami looked at him, tear-tracks running down his face, pale locks wrapping around him and anxious tired eyes that just wanted to sleep. He suddenly sorry for making him worry more, he hugged Bakura again, `was your name always Bakura?' he asked

`Why?' Bakura asked, his voice muffled.

`It doesn't sound like an Egyptian name,' Yami told him

`I know, it isn't my real name.' Bakura said

`Then what is?' Yami asked

`Is Yami your real name?' Bakura tried to subtly change the subject. Yami understood but he replied anyway, `No, it isn't.'

`Then what is it?' he asked

`If you tell me, I'll tell you,' Yami replied, smiling. Not that Bakura could see it but he had a strange feeling that he could sense it, just as Yami could sense Bakura's feelings.

Bakura leaned back and looked at Yami, he thought over the deal with a cute frown on his face then he nodded, `My name is Zahur,' he said shyly

`Flower?' Yami exclaimed, `How…appropriate. The pale flower of the desert,' he smiled at Bakura who had cocked his head and was staring at Yami. Apparently he hadn't quite thought of it that way. `So what is your name?' he asked Yami

`Atemu,' was the reply

`Atemu,' Bakura repeated, `Hope? Looks like my name isn't the only appropriate one here, you are Egypt's hope you know.'

`Not if you ask some of my Priests,' Yami replied dryly, `In complete confidence of course,' he added.

`Was that a joke?' Bakura demanded

`No, just the truth,' Yami explained

`You mean your High Priests really dislike you?' Bakura asked curiously

`They don't dislike me, they hate me,' Yami said playing with some silky strands of Bakura's hair.

`But why?' Bakura asked

Yami shrugged, `Probably because they don't want to bow down to someone so much younger than them,' he said

Bakura snorted, `That is so stupid,'

Yami smiled, `I know, I think so too and so does Seth and Isis,'

Bakura slowly said, `Seth is that Priest who's always with you and Isis is the famous `Mother Healer', right?'

Yami nodded, `They're my best friends in the world,' he sighed, `sometimes I think that they are my only friends in the world but Mahado as well is…was a great friend.'

Bakura looked hurt for a moment but it passed soon enough, `I'm sorry,'

Yani shook his head, `Forget about it. What is past is past.'

`I suppose so,' Bakura said hesitantly.

Yami told him, `You need your sleep, go to sleep now or else Isis will have my hide for keeping you up too long,'

Bakura started trembling, he vehemently shook his head, `I'…I'm scared. I'll have a ni…nightmare again! I know I will. And I'm scared here all alone.'

`Shh…' Yami murmured pulling him into his own lap, `You're not alone, I'll visit you later and talk to you. I'll make sure that you don't have any more nightmares'. Bakura stopped trembling and slowly fell asleep. Yami made sure that he was safe and exited the recesses of Bakura's mind properly so as not to hurt him. When he was outside, safe and sound he glanced out. From the place of the moon he could tell that it was well into the night and probably near the morning. He decided to get some sleep anyway, he pulled Bakura into his arms and promptly fell asleep.

He woke up well into the morning with Isis and Seth looking at him; one with an amused look and the other with a half-despairing half-angry look. Yami sat up and said, "Good morning,"

Seth replied, "Good morning, Pharaoh," Isis went on looking at him. Finally Yami lost his patience and asked, "What did I do?"

"You shouldn't have disturbed him," Isis replied. There was no need to be formal as there was only themselves and Bakura in the room.

"I didn't disturb him, he disturbed me." Yami exclaimed, "I woke up to him screaming and thrashing around, I tried everything I've tried before but he wouldn't go back to sleep, in the end I had to contact him telepathetically and talk to him to calm him down."

"You talked to him telepathetically, how odd," Isis said while Seth was stifling a laugh.

"What's so odd about it?" Yami asked, "I asked you and you said I could do it,"

"Yes, well it's not as simple as that Yami. People can only talk to each other telepathetically if they are so completely in love with each other that they would trust each other with their lives," Isis told him

"Whether that person is trustworthy or not?" Yami asked

"Whether that person is trustworthy or not." Seth replied.

Yami shrugged, "When you think about it; it isn't so surprising. I saved him from death by bonding with him and he saved me by fighting with that assassin. We already have trusted each other with our lives…and just for the score we are both trustworthy."

"Well," Isis said thoughtfully, "there is that," Seth didn't look at all bothered by the news; apparently he was expecting it. Yami's left hand was still around Bakura while the other hand was tugging at one of his blonde bangs. So it was very easy for him to feel Bakura stirring.

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Well, that's that. Sorry for being so late with this chapter.