Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hope lost, and found? ❯ Destruction ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

~Recap-

Yami's left hand was still around Bakura while his other hand was tugging one of his blonde bangs. So it was very easy for him to feel Bakura stirring. ~

The minute his eyes were fully opened he shot up from his lying position. Unfortunately, with Yami's arm around him that wasn't the easiest thing to do so somehow he managed to end up with his face in Yami's forearm, lying horizontally across his lap.

“So, finally you're awake.” Stated Seth

Bakura glared at him and shrugged with his arms crossed as if to say, `Obviously' but Yami wondered how he actually managed the pose since he was still in Yami's lap. Which, even though it was nice, had to be rectified so regretfully Yami pulled Bakura out of his lap and said, “Did you get any sleep?”

Bakura looked like he would dearly love to punch Yami but he settled for another non-committal shrug. “Are you hungry?” Yami tried again trying to make conversation.

Bakura's stomach chose that very moment to grumble it's complain and Bakura blushed becomingly, the sun's rays fell onto the bed and suddenly Bakura was covered in a haze of golden light and his loose hair flew around him but he didn't try to push it back he simply looked up at Yami with his mud brown eyes, Yami felt a strange urge to reach forward and pull Bakura to him and never let him go but the light passed and took with it the strange moment thought the desire to touch was still there, just buried away at the back of their minds.

Because even Bakura wanted to feel Yami's skin and know that he was for real and though he quenched this feeling angrily it reappeared again and again and took with it a bit of the King of Thieves' will each time. “Are you angry again?” Yami asked him

Bakura raised a quizzical eyebrow, translation: Why would you think so?

“Because you aren't talking,” replied Yami patiently. He didn't notice Seth making the universal sign for `Crazy guy on the loose' and Isis sighing in a tired manner.

Bakura stared at him for a long time as if to check whether he was really sick in the head then he closed his eyes. Yami was about to tell him, “What ar…” when he heard a voice in his head saying, `Pharaoh, don't tell me you have a short-term memory loss problem, my throat is torn, remember? I can't speak even if I wanted to.'

It was Bakura talking telepathically.'Oh, sorry' Yami replied sheepishly also telepathically, `I guess I should be getting you some food?'

Some hesitation then, `It would be welcome…'

`I'll count that as a yes,' this was a statement, not a question so there was no answer.

“Uh…could you get some food for all of us?” Yami asked Seth because Isis with her feminist views was more likely to give him a stinging cheek than do anything productive.

“I and Seth” Isis started

Seth muttered, “Seth and I” but Isis ignored him.

“I and Seth will get some food for the two of you, we've already eaten while you two sleepyheads were wrapped around each other,” Isis interrupted and pulled Seth out of the room whispering something that sounded oddly like, “We'd better give the lovers some time with each other.” Perhaps she would have thought better of it had she seen the death-glare that followed her until she was out of sight but she didn't see it so we shall never know.

Bakura, staring down at his hands, was once again the color of an overripe tomato though he would have denied it most vehemently had he been asked. Yami glanced around trying desperately to find a neutral topic to break the uncomfortable silence but Bakura did it before him, `About last night...'

`Yes?' prompted Yami gently

`Thank you for…helping me,' Yami was disappointed; it was obvious that Bakura wanted to say something else but he couldn't force him to say it.

`It's all right, I was glad I could help.' He replied carelessly and immediately felt sorry for it when Bakura started to straighten his back and all the signs that he was going to put on his `Thief King' mask again was there. On instinct he reached forward and pulled the albino boy into his lap and he murmured, “I'm sorry, my desert flower” into his hair and Bakura clutched at Yami's robe as if he was a blind man clutching at the last ray of light.

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He holds onto me as if he will never let go…and I don't mind. I don't want to let go of him either; I can feel in my heart that we belong together and right now all I want to do is push him down on the bed and mark him so that anyone who explores this territory will know that it is already claimed. I try to talk to him, I say, `Are you feeling well?'

He doesn't answer and I frown, what's wrong I wonder. But the tears are seeping through my robe and I realize what's happening. I loosen my hold on me though I don't want to, `did I do something wrong?' I ask. He shakes his head but goes on crying. I don't understand, if I didn't do anything and no one else is here then why is he crying? I tentatively ask him that, he looks up and it's obvious that he was crying but he also has a smile on his face.

He says, `you can be really oblivious sometimes, you know. Atemu,' he says my name as if trying it out, but it sounds perfect falling from his lips, unused but made for him.

What is that supposed to mean, I have no time to think as he pulls out of my embrace and scoots back to a safe distance. The sudden and swift transformations from angry to clingy to self-dependent leave me slightly breathless and I let him do the talking. And he talks; he talks so fast that I don't even understand what he's saying.

I reach forward and catch him firmly by the shoulders and he stops, `I can't understand what you're saying. A little slower and in Egyptian, please?'

He nods and I let go of his shoulders, or at least I try to. He catches my hands nevertheless and I stay in that position, hands on his shoulders, looking down at him. He tries to say something aloud, that's not good. He could loose his voice trying to talk aloud so I replace one of my hands on his lips and he understands, now he's saying, `I love you,'

`Is this a joke?' I ask and I'm angry, even if he had understood that I had fallen for him- that was hardly reason to make fun of me and such an elaborate process? What for?

But it isn't a joke, I realize, he has tears in his eyes. I rush to comfort him, mentally kicking myself. Making him cry again. I hug him and say, `It's alright', telepathically of course.

Tempting him to talk aloud wouldn't be the best thing to do. `Don't stop talking to me, I won't tell you anything again. It's just that you were so kind to me…' He stumbles over his words and gives me time to pull him away from the bed and to the window. When we reach he flinches away from the sunlight but I hold him around his waist, my chin resting on his head and he has to look out…out into the endless desert with it's beautiful golden sand, out into the sky which covers everyone alike, out where the wind makes his hair blow around and I tell him then, a soft whisper and only the smile on his face tells me that he has heard, “I love you” In the whole lovely scene he's the only thing I can look at. Beautiful.

Every strand of hair shines like pure silver, his eyes are as light and friendly as a deer's, even the scar on his face just enhanced his beauty. I could never get tired of looking at this.

He turns around and he's all right again, he's smiling impishly and I'm immediately wary.

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I'm thinking, if I could just slip around his arm then I can tag him and not get caught. Oops, I know that look on his face. He suspects, I don't even want to think about how I know him so well. After all, as a Pharaoh's son he had learnt from the best how to hide his emotions.

I smiled at him again, not that it took any effort. I wanted to smile forever. I slipped away from his grasp, and then I shouted, “Tag, you're it!” and started running. He was paralyzed for a moment, by surprise I assumed but then he began to run after me and Ra! Was he quick! What he didn't have in height he made up for in speed nonetheless I'm no snail myself and we were making a good match of it when his two other friends showed up. The Mother- Isis and the High Priest- Seth.

He stopped running after me and went after them instead, the Mo…no Isis, I corrected myself, was the swifter of mind. Or else she was more playful, perhaps both. For whatever reason Ya…Atemu caught Seth before Isis. He exclaimed, “Tag, you're it!”

I think that Seth realized what was going on but he found playing games degrading. Not that it mattered because Isis started teasing him with the old one, “Nyanyanyanya, you can't catch me,” I think there might be a speak between the two but I can feel their powers, they don't belong with each other, probably the spark will end in life-long friendship. We run out into the garden, all of us and we're near the fountain.

Seth's running now, he must feel uncomfortable around me but I'm closest to him so he's running after me; Mother of Gods, he's so fast! Probably he and my Atemu have the same speed but his longer legs give him the advantage. I blush when I realize I've called Atemu mine and with a lot of possessiveness too. But I'm glad I finally have someone to be with, someone who loves me. But I blush fa---r too much.

I start panting from my exertions so soon after all the physically draining things that happen and then I stumble over a rock and fall over. Seth can't stop and he falls on top of me. Twin cries of horror and Atemu and Isis are there to help us up, at first we get up and mumble apologies to each other until I glance into the fountain and look at our reflections. Covered in mud and sweaty and leaves all over us we were a not-so-pretty picture. I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing.

They all look at me as if I was deranged until Seth glances into the water as well and starts grinning if he doesn't laugh and soon we're all laughing. “We'd better get you two fixed up,” says Atemu still chuckling

Isis adds to him, “And then you and Bakura have to eat,” at the mention of food I'm hungry again and my stomach rumbles, the traitor. I try to walk as Atemu pulls upon my wrist but it's impossible, I fall nearly headlong…and he catches me. My hero. Where would I be without him? Certainly not in this world.

He carries me to the room upstairs and I pout just to put on a show and I try to tickle him. That had some funny consequences but it didn't last. Sigh. I snuggle into him until we reach his room and I'm practically pried off him by his two friends. Isis more than Seth. Apparently she wants to know all the non-existent `details'. Humph, see if I ever talk to her again.

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A month had passed by and now everyone knew about the wedding that was to take place between the Pharaoh and the `Thief King'. Though people had had doubts about the wisdom, soon all apprehensions disappeared. Bakura was like a new person. So kind and sweet, and his beauty had become nearly legendary. As long as he was alive, all beggars found a morsel or two at the gates and it was rumored that quite a few of the Pharaoh's alliances were made because the messengers and perhaps the Royal Families themselves were too enchanted with Bakura to refuse anything.

But at the moment there was pure chaos, apparently no one had seen Bakura since the afternoon of the day before when they had had lunch and now it was dinnertime. The Pharaoh himself was looking everyone he could think of and his two closest friends were nearly as filled with anger and grief as he was.

“Where can he have gone?” screamed Yami throwing himself on his knees and beating the floor of his bedroom with his fists.

“We have to think about this rationally,” said Isis for the fifth time in as many minutes so desperately that Seth wondered whether she was trying to convince herself more than them. As for Seth himself, the stony expression on his face promised whoever was responsible for this a harsh punishment. Priest or no Priest.

Isis and Seth had soon grown to love Bakura like a sibling and were nearly as close to him as they were to Yami barring the several years enmity that was in their past.

Hours of searching had provided no clues but wearily Yami got up to look again when someone burst into the room and hardly stopping to bow started speaking, “Pharaoh, he's back…in the main hall,”

There was no explanation needed as to who `he' was. The three friends seemed to have wings on their feet as they ran to the `main hall' as the Assembly Hall was called. When they reached the gruesome sight they saw brought rage to the foremost of their thoughts.

Bakura's white hair and pale face was matted with dry blood and his torn clothes revealed the cuts on his chest and there were dark circles around his eyes and his eyes, Oh Ra! He looked as if he had seen all of Hell's punishments at one go and his eyes were so empty, lifeless. Until he saw Yami, when their eyes met Yami held out his arms and Bakura collapsed into them, seemingly too tired even for words.

That's all for this chapter folks! I'm gonna update a lot faster now so tune in soon.!!