Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou's Series of Misfortunate Events: Power Outage ❯ A Bad Day ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Tjay Motou 
Happy V-day everyone... also keep and eye out for a BxR/BxRxT V-day fic coming out soon!
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Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2005 | Updated On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 640 | Status: Completed
Happy V-day everyone... also keep and eye out for a BxR/BxRxT V-day fic coming out soon!
Read warnings
Major Editing Made
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2005 | Updated On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 640 | Status: Completed
Title: Ryou’s Series of Misfortunate Events: Part 1: Power Outage
Chapter Title: Chapter 4: A Bad Day
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Maybe Bakura x Ryou if they get together… Implied YYxR here and
there.
Warning(s): Yaoi, abuse, Bakura OOCness, Blood, cussing.
Beta: Himitsu Dorobou
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh…
Please read the Author’s notes… they are important… 90% of the time…
/Ryou to Bakura/
//Bakura to Ryou//
“Speaking in Ancient Egyptian.”
‘Thoughts’
~ Scene/time change
For those of you who guessed, the two new characters are Mana (holds the Ka of
Dark Magician Girl) and Kisara (holds the Ka of the Blue Eyes White Dragon.).
They won’t play a big part until Heat Wave!
This chapter is dedicated to Paniwi for guessing correctly… well actually my
friend guessed right… but she beta reads it. So she doesn’t count!
Message to Paniwi: Thanks for being such a loyal reviewer, hope this chapter is
to your liking!
Warnings: strong yaoi hints, mild gore involving animals… implied Yami Yugi x
Ryou. I’ll try to keep this chapter R rated, but the key word is try. Oh… I HATE
YAMI YUGI XD and Yugi… because they are just as bad as Anzu when it comes to
friendship speeches. ‘I must save the world, and with my friends behind me I can
do anything,’ or, ‘Believe in the heart of the cards!’ HATRED! Only Anzu’s cool…
(correction… I make her cool in my fic‘s ^^;;;) Anyways… I will bash Yami…
sometimes…
~*~
~Day 3~
Bakura was wakened by a gust of howling wind colliding with the wall closest to
his head. The wind struck with such force that it caused the windows to rattle
and shake under its wrath. Bakura groaned and sat up, only to be greeted by a
subzero temperature. He casually looked around his room, but what he saw made
him want to cry… if he was even capable of such an act. His bedroom looked like
a winter wonderland; everything was covered in a thin layer of white rain.
Absolutely EVERYTHING! Even his bed covers.
Bakura looked at his sleeping hikari lying next to him. “Hikari-baka! Wake up!”
The spirit hissed loudly. Ryou groaned and muttered something about not wanting
to go to school as he rolled over. Seconds later Ryou’s eyes shot open and he
screamed bloody murder. “What in the name of the holy gods are you screaming
about!?” Bakura snapped.
“My pillow is frozen!” Ryou whined childishly, “Why is-?” Ryou’s jaw dropped
when he saw Bakura’s room. Frost! Everything was covered in frost. Even the
Millennium Ring wasn’t immune to the effect of the cold temperature.
Bakura flipped his pillow over and laid back down, staring at the bland white
ceiling above him as Ryou followed suit. Minutes later Ryou crawled out of bed
and started heading toward the bedroom door. Ryou was hopping, skipping, and
jumping every time his bare feet connected with the slippery, frosty floor.
“Where are you going hikari-baka?” The dark fiend inquired, giving his hikari an
amused look. He wondered if his hikari was seventeen or seven.
Ryou stopped, looked at him, then smiled and said: “To the bathroom.” He
continued to make his way out of the room. As soon as Ryou opened the door the
words, “Oh god no!” were uttered.
“What seems to be the problem hikari-baka?” Bakura asked, not moving his gaze
from the ceiling, which he found to be very interesting.
“Everything!!” Ryou moaned in despair. Ryou was literally on the verge of tears.
Bakura on the other hand was completely confused.
“Everything what?” Bakura snarled. He was freezing, he was exhausted, and he was
bored senseless. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for mind games and a pathetic
hikari who was terrified of his own shadow.
“Everything is covered in fros… err… white rain!” Ryou announced, before making
his way to the bathroom.
Bakura, who was still in the comfort of his bed, heard: “Ah, oh, cold, ah,
c-cold, ah, ah,” followed by a thud and more: “Ah, oh, gees!” Then a door
slammed shut, and Bakura shook his head. Well that had to be the most
entertaining thing he seen since the power died. The spirit was still deciding
between getting up, freezing, and being bored, or staying in bed, being warm,
and being bored.
Being warm won.
His mind turned to things he could do to amuse himself, since he could no longer
physically harm his hikari. Bakura sighed--another day of sheer boredom. Maybe
he could set his hikari on fire, which would be amusing.
As soon as that thought entered his mind, the same sharp pain came. ‘Okay I take
it back… I won’t set him on fire.’ The pain was gone. Something really didn’t
want him to hurt his hikari at all.
His mind wandered to the dream he had last night. Thoughts of himself pinning
Ryou to the bed and ravishing him flooded his mind. 'Whoa… where did those come
from?'
Bakura’s thoughts were interrupted by his hikari’s scream. Bakura blinked and
sat up as his hikari ran into the room, slammed the door, and attempted to jump
on his own side of the bed. Of course Ryou missed his spot and landed on
Bakura’s lap. The thief king really wasn’t sure what to say, as the look on
Ryou’s face just screamed pure fear.
“There’s… There is... in the bathroom!!” Ryou stuttered, subconsciously clinging
to spirit of darkness. Bakura was once again surprised… no, he was completely
shocked.
Whatever was going on here… it just wasn’t funny.
“There’s what in the bathroom? A ghost?” Bakura chuckled; watching his hikari
tremble in fear was always entertaining. “Why don’t you start from the
beginning?” He knew this was going to be funny, so why not hear the whole story?
Ryou sighed and started, “I was brushing… my teeth and I noticed something in
the drain… so I pulled it out… and it was… it was…” Ryou paused and looked up at
Bakura, “A dead rat!!! It was all frozen and had bugs crawling on it and… and…
and it was really gross.” Ryou added, burying his face into Bakura’s bare chest.
Bakura waited a few minutes before breaking out into hysterical laughter. He
fell back on the mattress, taking Ryou with him.
After a few minutes Bakura stopped laughing and looked at his hikari. The boy
was glaring at him and had a very smug look on his face. “Something funny?” Ryou
inquired, raising an eyebrow at his yami’s strange behavior.
“Yes…” Bakura started to laugh again, but stopped when he realized the position
they were in. Ryou was lying on top of him. In a very suggestive position one
might add. It seemed Ryou had just noticed this as well, because Ryou began to
blush fiercely. “What were you smirking about hikari-baka?” Bakura asked,
glaring at the boy who was still lying on top of him. Thoughts of throwing the
boy onto the floor crossed his mind, but he did nothing about it.
“What are you waiting for Bakura-sama?” Ryou answered smugly. ‘So, Bakura-sama
thinks this is funny, huh? Well I’ll show him!’ Ryou thought to himself.
Bakura’s eyes narrowed dangerously, this was getting annoying.
“What do you mean by that hikari-baka?” Bakura demanded angrily. He wasn’t in
the mood for foolish mind games. Especially if he wasn’t the one in control.
“Well someone has to get rid of it, and I am not touching the disease infected
thing again. Unless you wish to leave it lying in the sink...?” Ryou replied,
crossing his arms across his chest.
Bakura blinked, sighed, and then spoke. “You have to be the most pathetic excuse
for a human being I have ever met.” As soon as the words left his mouth Ryou
made the most adorable face Bakura had ever seen in his 5000 years of life.
‘Gah… to much cuteness! He’s horribly cute… wait… what in the holy name of Ra am
I thinking?’ Bakura mentally cursed. “Are you going to get off me anytime soon?
Or will I have to hurt you?” The spirit snarled, putting his walls back up--he
had let them down for far too long. He may not have been capable of hurting his
hikari, but that was information he planned to keep to himself. There was no
need for Ryou to know he was now immune to his rage. Unless of course his hikari
planned on calling his bluff. Then what could he do?
Ryou was mentally cheering; he was lying on Bakura! At first he thought that
this power outage would be the death of him… but now he terribly happy it had
happened. He had bonded with his darkness more in the past two days then since
Bakura first appeared. “Are you going to get rid of that decaying rat in the
bathroom sink?” Ryou asked softly, making no attempt to heed the spirit’s
threat. “You know Bakura-sama your comfy…” Ryou gasped after he realized that he
voiced that thought, his earlier blush quickly returning.
Bakura blinked, then raised an eyebrow at his hikari’s very suggestive comment.
“Am I now?” He hissed. Bakura wasn’t angry at the boy’s comment, he was angry
that his hikari was calling his bluff… perhaps Ryou already knew he was safe. He
knew his hikari had been hiding something, he just never bothered to find out
exactly what. “Ryou!” He hissed again, adding more edge to his voice, which had
the effect he desired. Ryou pouted again and moved to the side of the bed which,
in only two nights, had become his.
Ryou couldn’t believe he just defied his yami and gotten away with it… for now.
Speaking of which, Bakura had been acting very strange since the power died, now
that he thought of it. “Gomen ne, Bakura-sama.” Ryou apologized quickly. To what
purpose he wasn’t sure, and he was probably going to have the crap pounded out
of him later anyways.
“You truly are worthless and pathetic, you know that?” Bakura snarled again, if
anyone else had told him there was a rat in the sink he wouldn’t have believed
them. But it wasn’t someone else who told him. It was Ryou, and Ryou didn’t lie.
The boy had made it a habit to be completely honest. So Bakura--being the nice
guy he was--took pity on his absolutely pathetic hikari and lifted himself from
his nice, warm bed. His bare feet hit the frost-covered floor, and he suddenly
understood why his hikari had done that ridiculous hopping.
“I know… but don’t you just love me all the same?” Ryou blushed, he hadn’t meant
to say that. Of course the look on Ryou’s face was absolutely beyond adorable.
Bakura grabbed his hikari’s arm, dragging him to the bathroom. If by chance Ryou
was lying… well pain or not he would severely hurt him.
“Yeah… just the same.” Bakura muttered. He abruptly stopped walking; just where
in the holiest name of the holiest God did THAT come from? So his mouth and mind
wanted to spill untruths? Or... were they truths?
Bakura’s thoughts were interrupted when Ryou crashed into him from behind.
Bakura resumed walking; cold frost was stinging his bare skin but he wasn’t
going to admit it out loud. His pride and ego wouldn’t allow it.
Ryou, who was currently being dragged down the hall by the mentally deranged
spirit, was blushing like mad. In fact his face had turned a new shade of red.
Yes, he had indeed heard what Bakura just said. ‘Yeah… just the same.’ Ryou was
starting to worry that Bakura might be ill, or atleast liked him.
They managed to make it to the bathroom, which was lit up by the candle Ryou had
been using. Bakura finally released his hikari’s arm, which Ryou immediately
nursed thanks to Bakura’s iron grip. The spirit of darkness walked over the sink
in question. He blinked a few times because sure enough, Ryou had been telling
the truth.
~Warning… rat lovers should NOT read this/mild gore~
Lying in the sink was a large, frozen rat, quite obviously dead. Its skull had
been crushed, it’s legs horribly twisted out of place, and thick, almost frozen
blood oozed from it’s tiny body. And the maggots, those which weren’t frozen
solid over the matted corpse, were crawling all over it. They were eating away
at the rotting flesh and fur.
~I guess it’s safe again~
“See? I told you! I can’t believe I touched it!” Ryou exclaimed in a disgusted
tone, wiping his hands off on a nearby towel. Bakura looked closely at the rat,
noticing whitish-yellow puss-like foam coming out of the remnants of its head.
“Go wash your hands and soak them in something that will kill the germs.” Bakura
ordered. The last thing he needed was Ryou to get sick and die, and Bakura
wasn’t taking any chances. He was immortal, so it didn’t matter if he touched
it. Ryou, however, was not immortal.
Ryou nodded and headed to the kitchen, wondering how long it would take until
all of the water pipes in the building froze. Ryou decided that after he washed
his hands he would run as much water as he could. He was happy Bakura didn’t
need food or water to survive. Though Bakura was capable of eating, the fact was
that Bakura didn’t have to eat or drink unless he wanted to. Bakura could easily
never eat another morsel of food again and be quite fine. Ryou quickly filled
all the pots, bowls, and pans with water--just in case.
~Back to the bathroom: again, rat lovers shouldn‘t read this. Actually… this is
pretty gross… so I'll label it more mild gore. Weak stomachs be warned!~
Bakura lifted the frozen creature up by what was left of its tail. “Now, how did
you manage to get into our sink? Oh well. I guess it doesn’t matter, you scared
the hell out of…” Bakura paused and looked around, “of Ryou…” he finished.
Bakura twirled the dead creature in front of his face.
The sticky, puss-like white foam and thick crimson blood dripped into the sink,
on the floor, and even on Bakura’s foot. “Time for you to go to the shadow
realm. Yes, I’m that bored... I really should just throw you in the garbage, but
what’s the fun in that?” Bakura chuckled and caught a drop of blood on his index
finger. He lifted the finger to mouth and licked the congealing blood off.
“Seems you been dead for a while. Perhaps you got stuck and starved, though that
doesn’t explain what happened to your head. Unless Ryou did something to you,
which I highly doubt. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hurt a fly. Oh well… it
was nice talking to you.” Bakura laughed again. He narrowed his eyes and a
bright rainbow colored light engulfed the bathroom. Seconds later the light
vanished, taking with it all traces of the rat.
~End mild gore~
Bakura exhaled heavily and jumped in shock when white smoke left his mouth. He
walked toward the bathroom to find his hikari. Perhaps he would know why smoke
was coming out of his mouth. “Hikari-baka!” he snarled. As Bakura walked out of
the bathroom his foot kicked something. Bakura cast his gaze to the floor and
saw Ryou’s toothbrush. He shook his head, picked it up, and placed it on the
sink. Bakura then left the bathroom, shutting the door on his way out.
“Hai, Bakura-sama?” Ryou replied, peeking his head out from the kitchen. His
puffy white hair looked worse than his yami’s, mainly as it hadn't been brushed
lately. “Is the rat gone?” Ryou asked softly as he disappeared into the kitchen,
Bakura following behind him.
“Hikari-baka, why is there smoking coming out of my mouth when I talk and
breathe?” Bakura asked bluntly. Ryou spun around and faced his yami with a
confused look on his face as Bakura exhaled again to demonstrate.
“Well you see, since it’s so cold--I believe it’s around -15°C*--anyways,
because the air is so cold and your breath is so warm, it gives you the illusion
that you're breathing smoke.” Ryou explained, he wasn’t sure if that was really
true or not. It may not have been, but it sounded intelligent as well as
believable. Bakura looked at Ryou for a few moments, and then nodded.
~
The rest of morning went relatively smoothly, with only a few perverted thoughts
here and there and a few strange situations in which they both wished to forget.
One strange situation being Bakura tripping over "something" (aka: his own two
feet, but his ego wouldn’t allow himself to admit it--convincing himself he was
tripped by this “something”) and landing face first in Ryou’s lap. Whether he
MEANT to do it or not, we’ll never know. Another situation was Ryou accidentally
locking himself out of the apartment. Luckily for him, Bakura was in a good mood
and unlocked the door. By now it was just after lunch. Ryou’s crotch was still
sore where Bakura had landed… face first. Ryou had broken out laughing when
Bakura lost his footing. He had stopped laughing once he realized where Bakura
was going to fall. And needless to say, that had hurt. Now he was having
problems simply walking normally.
Ryou had come to the conclusion that today just wasn’t his day--a frozen pillow,
a dead rat, a 170+ pound person landing on his balls, getting locked outside in
the cold, and finally freezing his butt off because an unnamed baka spirit (A/N:
I wonder who that could be?) decided to take his blanket. While Ryou was
freezing his bottom off, the unnamed baka spirit had not one, but two big, warm,
fluffy, fuzzy blankets!
Ryou was now sitting on the couch freezing to death as he tried and failed to
keep his teeth from chattering. Even though he wore one of his own sweaters and
one of Bakura’s--which he thought smelled REALLY nice--he was still cold. Ryou
was shivering like mad--hell he looked like he was having a seizure! Suddenly he
felt a strange warmth overcome him. He looked to his left and saw his blanket,
the one Bakura had stolen, draped over his shoulders. He turned his head a
little further left only to see Bakura standing there, a yellow blanket wrapped
around his own shoulders. Ryou gave his yami a confused look.
“Hikari-baka… your teeth were chattering so loudly I couldn’t hear myself
think.” Bakura explained defensively. Which was actually a lie, he had felt bad
about taking the girly light blue cloth covering and decided to return it.
“Thanks,” Ryou replied with a smile. He felt like saying, 'this blanket couldn’t
keep me half as warm as you could.' In fact, he could feel the words about to
come out, and quickly slapped his hands over his mouth. Bakura narrowed his eyes
and gave Ryou a confused glare, but said nothing. He simply turned and left the
room.
Ryou thought about the aftermath of that first embarrassing incident--after
Bakura has made his ‘oh so graceful landing,’ while crushing parts of Ryou he
really didn’t want injured. Let me ask you this first: Have you ever had the
object of your sexually fantasies, who didn’t have a clue how you felt, with
their face on your crotch? Thankfully the intense pain kept him from getting
aroused. Was he ever going to get over this? Most likely not.
Ryou ‘eeped’ when the couch moved slightly. Ryou glanced to his side, only to
see his yami sitting next him. “This yellow is such a nasty color.” Bakura said
aimlessly, “I should have given you this one…” He added with a smirk.
“Why didn’t you?” Ryou asked softly. His perverted teenage mind kept picturing
Bakura looking up from between his legs. ‘It will never happen so stop thinking
about!! Because if he ever found out…,’ Ryou then proceeded to curse himself for
being so perverted. One of these days his perversion was going to be the end of
him.
“I gave you yours because it smells like you… and you haven’t bathed in days.
You stink.” Bakura said bluntly. His smirk never faded for a second, which
really confused Ryou.
Bakura was, at this moment, trying to fight impulses of various things he could
do concerning Ryou. Ever since he'd fallen on Ryou, his body and mind had been
working overtime. Thinking thoughts and wanting to do things that he, himself,
didn’t. “Hikari-baka… are you hiding something from me?” Bakura asked very
bluntly, something he hadn’t planned on. Yet his hikari had never been
untruthful in the past.
“Hiding? No… well… I didn’t think I was. But I‘m not quiet sure what you mean,
Bakura-sama.” Ryou answered truthfully. He wasn’t sure what his yami meant. Ryou
just hoped Bakura was still clueless about the feelings he had towards him.
Bakura scowled for a moment. “Is. There. Anything. You. Are. Not. Telling. Me?”
He slowly asked his lighter half. While Bakura was talking about Shadow Magic
and deals. Ryou thought he meant his feelings… for the spirit.
“I’m quiet positive there isn't. If I was keeping anything from you, which I'm
not, it would be my own personal feelings and only because I wouldn’t share them
with you anyways. Not like you would care what my feelings are.” Ryou explained,
his thick accent really made that sentence sound strangely proper for the
current situation. It also covered up his feeling for his yami.
Bakura was a little taken back, but browsed through his hikari’s thought. Surely
enough the boy was worried about what would happen if Bakura found out something
about his feelings for someone... who? He wasn‘t sure… Ryou was making sure to
guard her name. This information was hurtful but trivial. He should have known
better to think that someone would care for him, and after the way he had
treated Ryou after Duelist Kingdom he was highly doubtful his hikari would have
any positive feelings towards him. “What ‘personal feelings’ are you so worried
about--worried enough to keep them from me, hikari-baka?” Bakura asked, he
slightly lowered his walls… wait… since when did he care about Ryou’s feelings?
Ryou gulped and looked around the apartment, the carpet suddenly becoming highly
intriguing. It was a very nice shade of blue. Bakura glared at his hikari and
growled. The sound of Bakura’s deep, low growl caused Ryou to jump. “Can we talk
about something else?” Ryou blurted out, his now famous blush returning. This
wasn’t something he wanted to talk about... well, not with Bakura anyways. ‘Oh
Bakura… I’m madly in love with you…,’ Ryou was certain that would go over with a
bang, and he’d end up in a coma… Then he thought of something, “Hey… why do you
care anyways?”
Bakura turned his gaze forward, looking toward the television... which wasn’t
even working. But... why did he care? “So I can hurt everyone you care for so
that I may see you suffer?” He mused aloud. That wasn’t the real answer… it was
a lie, because he couldn’t say the real answer. He couldn’t because he didn’t
know the real answer. Bakura wasn’t really sure of anything anymore.
“I-I… um… I’m mad at them… my friends I mean.” Ryou paused as Bakura moved
closer. He nodded for Ryou to continue. “I mean… I’m supposed to be their friend
and what do they do? Go to America without me. They leave me here with... with
you! They haven’t called, haven’t sent a letter, and not even a post card. I’m
beginning to wonder if maybe… you were right.” Ryou blurted out. He really was
mad at them… but he couldn’t say he wasn’t using this to cover up the other
feelings he was experiencing. Bakura was taken back by Ryou's hurtful comment
about him.
“Of course I’m right. I’m the only one who will ever give a damn about you!”
Bakura announced, much to his surprise. That wasn’t what he had been planning to
say.
While Bakura was mentally cursing himself, Ryou was in a state of shock. Bakura
had just admitted he cared about him… again. “Bakura-sama…,” Ryou said under his
breath. He blushed again. He threw his arms around Bakura’s shoulders, pulling
the dark spirit into a hug. “Thank you so much!" Ryou squealed gleefully. He
knew deep down that he would never fit into that group. Bakura hesitantly
returned the boy’s hug.
~
They spent the remainder of the day in each others arms, trying desperately to
stay warm while the temperature kept dropping. Both of them were surprised when
they learned that over three feet of the snow had melted away during the night.
How it had happened, they weren’t sure. Bakura was especially happy, as he
hadn't sensed even a trace of the Shadow Realm.
Currently they were getting ready for bed, and they hadn’t really talked much.
Ryou was trying to brush his hair, a ritual Bakura never took part in. Bakura
was busy trying to find a new comforter for his bed since the other one was
soaking wet. No thanks to the ‘white rain’ (A/N: aka frost). After several
minutes of searching, he finally found one.
Ryou quickly changed the comforter and they slipped into bed, completely
oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
~
An image of the sleeping Bakura and Ryou blurred over in a large bowl of water,
rippling the image away.
“Mana… I think things are starting to fall into place.” Kisara informed her
partner with a grin. Her long bluish-white hair, which hung past her shoulders,
blew about in the warm breeze.
“I agree… it won’t be long now.” Mana replied with a nod. “It’s almost time for
the pharaoh to unlock his past. We should go back to the memory world… we can
finish this once we get back.” She explained, hastily moving toward the swirling
portal of darkness. Kisara nodded and they both vanished into the portal leading
to the Memory World. Hopefully their betrayal of the pharaoh would remain
secret. They were helping the Thief King Bakura… the pharaoh’s greatest
opponent.
~Bakura’s Dream~
He held his hikari in his arms, inside a void of darkness. The same darkness he
had been locked inside for 5000 years. The only light came from that boy he held
in his arms; the boy he was currently kissing so passionately. His hands rested
on his hikari’s lower back. Finally after what seem liked hours they pulled
apart...it was funny how they weren’t gasping for air like they should have
been. That didn’t seem to matter though. As long as he held his hikari… the
light of his life, he would be all right. Hikari in the purest sense, for if not
for this boy he would be living in total darkness… trapped back within the ring
he hated so much.
“Bakura… I love you so much. I wish for us to be together…and... I swear I’ll
never betray you again.” Ryou said as he cuddled closer, their lips meeting once
again. Bakura could feel the passion coming from Ryou as he took Ryou’s words to
heart. No more trips to the Shadow Realm, no more 5000 years of darkness… just
one last lifetime of light.
“Ryou… I-” Bakura was cut off when the darkness around them began to move. The
ex-pharaoh appeared in all of his leather-clad glory… much to Bakura's distaste.
Wait… this was his dream… why would the ex-pharaoh, the one man he hated most in
the world, be here?
“To get Ryou, you stupid tomb robber.” Yami Yugi said smugly. Both looked at
Ryou. Bakura's blood was boiling--the pharaoh-baka shouldn’t be here, this was
his sappy fucked up dream.
“Wha-?” Bakura never got to finish. Ryou looked casually over at Bakura before
walking over to the pharaoh. Bakura watched as Ryou leaned forward and kissed
the ex-pharaoh. And just quickly as the ex-pharaoh came, they both vanished. The
light that his hikari had given off was gone. He, the greatest thief king ever
to live, was once again alone in the dark. He cursed… what in the name of Ra was
going on? His dream was become his nightmare. Suddenly Bakura was thrown forward
into a bright light. He closed his eyes quickly before he could be blinded, and
landed on the floor.
Slowly he opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t. His hikari was laying in bed…
the ex-pharaoh on top of him. Mere sheets covering the more intimate parts of
their bodies… thanks be to Ra for at least that.
Bakura watched, unable to break his gaze on the nauseating sight. Thrusting,
moaning, groaning, his hikari and the ex-pharaoh were having sex… and… he
watched… it was all he could do….
~End Dream~
Bakura’s eyes snapped open as he shot straight up in his bed, gasping heavily
for air. He knew what the dream meant, he wasn’t stupid. The pharaoh would take
his light (both ways) leaving him alone and in the darkness if he didn’t do
something soon. But as to what he should do, he was unsure.
Stupid rat’s blood. He knew he shouldn’t have drank it. Anything with sickly
puss oozing out of it wasn’t safe to touch… let alone taste! That’s what caused the horrible nightmare… yes... but still the thought was sickening. Ryou and spirit of the
puzzle? Ryou was his hikari… meaning Ryou would be in his bed, not the pharaoh’s…
‘NO!!!!! Don’t think like that… it’s… it’s… RYOU!!! But... he's my hikari! Not
the Ra damned pharaoh’s. The pharaoh has his own pathetic hikari to have… Ryou
belongs to ME!!’
Bakura looked at the boy in question. Lying peacefully by his side--by his side,
though no one had ever been by his side before. Ryou was… but for how long?
~*~
Wow, that was long!!!
= -15C is 5F (for all my American readers and those who use the Fahrenheit
system.)
Notes… yes, boring, I know. But I want to say that Bakura was very nice and kind
to Ryou before duelist kingdom; they were a lot closer and one could actually
say they were friends. Well they co-existed.
I’ll shut up now!
Chapter Title: Chapter 4: A Bad Day
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Maybe Bakura x Ryou if they get together… Implied YYxR here and
there.
Warning(s): Yaoi, abuse, Bakura OOCness, Blood, cussing.
Beta: Himitsu Dorobou
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh…
Please read the Author’s notes… they are important… 90% of the time…
/Ryou to Bakura/
//Bakura to Ryou//
“Speaking in Ancient Egyptian.”
‘Thoughts’
~ Scene/time change
For those of you who guessed, the two new characters are Mana (holds the Ka of
Dark Magician Girl) and Kisara (holds the Ka of the Blue Eyes White Dragon.).
They won’t play a big part until Heat Wave!
This chapter is dedicated to Paniwi for guessing correctly… well actually my
friend guessed right… but she beta reads it. So she doesn’t count!
Message to Paniwi: Thanks for being such a loyal reviewer, hope this chapter is
to your liking!
Warnings: strong yaoi hints, mild gore involving animals… implied Yami Yugi x
Ryou. I’ll try to keep this chapter R rated, but the key word is try. Oh… I HATE
YAMI YUGI XD and Yugi… because they are just as bad as Anzu when it comes to
friendship speeches. ‘I must save the world, and with my friends behind me I can
do anything,’ or, ‘Believe in the heart of the cards!’ HATRED! Only Anzu’s cool…
(correction… I make her cool in my fic‘s ^^;;;) Anyways… I will bash Yami…
sometimes…
~*~
~Day 3~
Bakura was wakened by a gust of howling wind colliding with the wall closest to
his head. The wind struck with such force that it caused the windows to rattle
and shake under its wrath. Bakura groaned and sat up, only to be greeted by a
subzero temperature. He casually looked around his room, but what he saw made
him want to cry… if he was even capable of such an act. His bedroom looked like
a winter wonderland; everything was covered in a thin layer of white rain.
Absolutely EVERYTHING! Even his bed covers.
Bakura looked at his sleeping hikari lying next to him. “Hikari-baka! Wake up!”
The spirit hissed loudly. Ryou groaned and muttered something about not wanting
to go to school as he rolled over. Seconds later Ryou’s eyes shot open and he
screamed bloody murder. “What in the name of the holy gods are you screaming
about!?” Bakura snapped.
“My pillow is frozen!” Ryou whined childishly, “Why is-?” Ryou’s jaw dropped
when he saw Bakura’s room. Frost! Everything was covered in frost. Even the
Millennium Ring wasn’t immune to the effect of the cold temperature.
Bakura flipped his pillow over and laid back down, staring at the bland white
ceiling above him as Ryou followed suit. Minutes later Ryou crawled out of bed
and started heading toward the bedroom door. Ryou was hopping, skipping, and
jumping every time his bare feet connected with the slippery, frosty floor.
“Where are you going hikari-baka?” The dark fiend inquired, giving his hikari an
amused look. He wondered if his hikari was seventeen or seven.
Ryou stopped, looked at him, then smiled and said: “To the bathroom.” He
continued to make his way out of the room. As soon as Ryou opened the door the
words, “Oh god no!” were uttered.
“What seems to be the problem hikari-baka?” Bakura asked, not moving his gaze
from the ceiling, which he found to be very interesting.
“Everything!!” Ryou moaned in despair. Ryou was literally on the verge of tears.
Bakura on the other hand was completely confused.
“Everything what?” Bakura snarled. He was freezing, he was exhausted, and he was
bored senseless. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for mind games and a pathetic
hikari who was terrified of his own shadow.
“Everything is covered in fros… err… white rain!” Ryou announced, before making
his way to the bathroom.
Bakura, who was still in the comfort of his bed, heard: “Ah, oh, cold, ah,
c-cold, ah, ah,” followed by a thud and more: “Ah, oh, gees!” Then a door
slammed shut, and Bakura shook his head. Well that had to be the most
entertaining thing he seen since the power died. The spirit was still deciding
between getting up, freezing, and being bored, or staying in bed, being warm,
and being bored.
Being warm won.
His mind turned to things he could do to amuse himself, since he could no longer
physically harm his hikari. Bakura sighed--another day of sheer boredom. Maybe
he could set his hikari on fire, which would be amusing.
As soon as that thought entered his mind, the same sharp pain came. ‘Okay I take
it back… I won’t set him on fire.’ The pain was gone. Something really didn’t
want him to hurt his hikari at all.
His mind wandered to the dream he had last night. Thoughts of himself pinning
Ryou to the bed and ravishing him flooded his mind. 'Whoa… where did those come
from?'
Bakura’s thoughts were interrupted by his hikari’s scream. Bakura blinked and
sat up as his hikari ran into the room, slammed the door, and attempted to jump
on his own side of the bed. Of course Ryou missed his spot and landed on
Bakura’s lap. The thief king really wasn’t sure what to say, as the look on
Ryou’s face just screamed pure fear.
“There’s… There is... in the bathroom!!” Ryou stuttered, subconsciously clinging
to spirit of darkness. Bakura was once again surprised… no, he was completely
shocked.
Whatever was going on here… it just wasn’t funny.
“There’s what in the bathroom? A ghost?” Bakura chuckled; watching his hikari
tremble in fear was always entertaining. “Why don’t you start from the
beginning?” He knew this was going to be funny, so why not hear the whole story?
Ryou sighed and started, “I was brushing… my teeth and I noticed something in
the drain… so I pulled it out… and it was… it was…” Ryou paused and looked up at
Bakura, “A dead rat!!! It was all frozen and had bugs crawling on it and… and…
and it was really gross.” Ryou added, burying his face into Bakura’s bare chest.
Bakura waited a few minutes before breaking out into hysterical laughter. He
fell back on the mattress, taking Ryou with him.
After a few minutes Bakura stopped laughing and looked at his hikari. The boy
was glaring at him and had a very smug look on his face. “Something funny?” Ryou
inquired, raising an eyebrow at his yami’s strange behavior.
“Yes…” Bakura started to laugh again, but stopped when he realized the position
they were in. Ryou was lying on top of him. In a very suggestive position one
might add. It seemed Ryou had just noticed this as well, because Ryou began to
blush fiercely. “What were you smirking about hikari-baka?” Bakura asked,
glaring at the boy who was still lying on top of him. Thoughts of throwing the
boy onto the floor crossed his mind, but he did nothing about it.
“What are you waiting for Bakura-sama?” Ryou answered smugly. ‘So, Bakura-sama
thinks this is funny, huh? Well I’ll show him!’ Ryou thought to himself.
Bakura’s eyes narrowed dangerously, this was getting annoying.
“What do you mean by that hikari-baka?” Bakura demanded angrily. He wasn’t in
the mood for foolish mind games. Especially if he wasn’t the one in control.
“Well someone has to get rid of it, and I am not touching the disease infected
thing again. Unless you wish to leave it lying in the sink...?” Ryou replied,
crossing his arms across his chest.
Bakura blinked, sighed, and then spoke. “You have to be the most pathetic excuse
for a human being I have ever met.” As soon as the words left his mouth Ryou
made the most adorable face Bakura had ever seen in his 5000 years of life.
‘Gah… to much cuteness! He’s horribly cute… wait… what in the holy name of Ra am
I thinking?’ Bakura mentally cursed. “Are you going to get off me anytime soon?
Or will I have to hurt you?” The spirit snarled, putting his walls back up--he
had let them down for far too long. He may not have been capable of hurting his
hikari, but that was information he planned to keep to himself. There was no
need for Ryou to know he was now immune to his rage. Unless of course his hikari
planned on calling his bluff. Then what could he do?
Ryou was mentally cheering; he was lying on Bakura! At first he thought that
this power outage would be the death of him… but now he terribly happy it had
happened. He had bonded with his darkness more in the past two days then since
Bakura first appeared. “Are you going to get rid of that decaying rat in the
bathroom sink?” Ryou asked softly, making no attempt to heed the spirit’s
threat. “You know Bakura-sama your comfy…” Ryou gasped after he realized that he
voiced that thought, his earlier blush quickly returning.
Bakura blinked, then raised an eyebrow at his hikari’s very suggestive comment.
“Am I now?” He hissed. Bakura wasn’t angry at the boy’s comment, he was angry
that his hikari was calling his bluff… perhaps Ryou already knew he was safe. He
knew his hikari had been hiding something, he just never bothered to find out
exactly what. “Ryou!” He hissed again, adding more edge to his voice, which had
the effect he desired. Ryou pouted again and moved to the side of the bed which,
in only two nights, had become his.
Ryou couldn’t believe he just defied his yami and gotten away with it… for now.
Speaking of which, Bakura had been acting very strange since the power died, now
that he thought of it. “Gomen ne, Bakura-sama.” Ryou apologized quickly. To what
purpose he wasn’t sure, and he was probably going to have the crap pounded out
of him later anyways.
“You truly are worthless and pathetic, you know that?” Bakura snarled again, if
anyone else had told him there was a rat in the sink he wouldn’t have believed
them. But it wasn’t someone else who told him. It was Ryou, and Ryou didn’t lie.
The boy had made it a habit to be completely honest. So Bakura--being the nice
guy he was--took pity on his absolutely pathetic hikari and lifted himself from
his nice, warm bed. His bare feet hit the frost-covered floor, and he suddenly
understood why his hikari had done that ridiculous hopping.
“I know… but don’t you just love me all the same?” Ryou blushed, he hadn’t meant
to say that. Of course the look on Ryou’s face was absolutely beyond adorable.
Bakura grabbed his hikari’s arm, dragging him to the bathroom. If by chance Ryou
was lying… well pain or not he would severely hurt him.
“Yeah… just the same.” Bakura muttered. He abruptly stopped walking; just where
in the holiest name of the holiest God did THAT come from? So his mouth and mind
wanted to spill untruths? Or... were they truths?
Bakura’s thoughts were interrupted when Ryou crashed into him from behind.
Bakura resumed walking; cold frost was stinging his bare skin but he wasn’t
going to admit it out loud. His pride and ego wouldn’t allow it.
Ryou, who was currently being dragged down the hall by the mentally deranged
spirit, was blushing like mad. In fact his face had turned a new shade of red.
Yes, he had indeed heard what Bakura just said. ‘Yeah… just the same.’ Ryou was
starting to worry that Bakura might be ill, or atleast liked him.
They managed to make it to the bathroom, which was lit up by the candle Ryou had
been using. Bakura finally released his hikari’s arm, which Ryou immediately
nursed thanks to Bakura’s iron grip. The spirit of darkness walked over the sink
in question. He blinked a few times because sure enough, Ryou had been telling
the truth.
~Warning… rat lovers should NOT read this/mild gore~
Lying in the sink was a large, frozen rat, quite obviously dead. Its skull had
been crushed, it’s legs horribly twisted out of place, and thick, almost frozen
blood oozed from it’s tiny body. And the maggots, those which weren’t frozen
solid over the matted corpse, were crawling all over it. They were eating away
at the rotting flesh and fur.
~I guess it’s safe again~
“See? I told you! I can’t believe I touched it!” Ryou exclaimed in a disgusted
tone, wiping his hands off on a nearby towel. Bakura looked closely at the rat,
noticing whitish-yellow puss-like foam coming out of the remnants of its head.
“Go wash your hands and soak them in something that will kill the germs.” Bakura
ordered. The last thing he needed was Ryou to get sick and die, and Bakura
wasn’t taking any chances. He was immortal, so it didn’t matter if he touched
it. Ryou, however, was not immortal.
Ryou nodded and headed to the kitchen, wondering how long it would take until
all of the water pipes in the building froze. Ryou decided that after he washed
his hands he would run as much water as he could. He was happy Bakura didn’t
need food or water to survive. Though Bakura was capable of eating, the fact was
that Bakura didn’t have to eat or drink unless he wanted to. Bakura could easily
never eat another morsel of food again and be quite fine. Ryou quickly filled
all the pots, bowls, and pans with water--just in case.
~Back to the bathroom: again, rat lovers shouldn‘t read this. Actually… this is
pretty gross… so I'll label it more mild gore. Weak stomachs be warned!~
Bakura lifted the frozen creature up by what was left of its tail. “Now, how did
you manage to get into our sink? Oh well. I guess it doesn’t matter, you scared
the hell out of…” Bakura paused and looked around, “of Ryou…” he finished.
Bakura twirled the dead creature in front of his face.
The sticky, puss-like white foam and thick crimson blood dripped into the sink,
on the floor, and even on Bakura’s foot. “Time for you to go to the shadow
realm. Yes, I’m that bored... I really should just throw you in the garbage, but
what’s the fun in that?” Bakura chuckled and caught a drop of blood on his index
finger. He lifted the finger to mouth and licked the congealing blood off.
“Seems you been dead for a while. Perhaps you got stuck and starved, though that
doesn’t explain what happened to your head. Unless Ryou did something to you,
which I highly doubt. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hurt a fly. Oh well… it
was nice talking to you.” Bakura laughed again. He narrowed his eyes and a
bright rainbow colored light engulfed the bathroom. Seconds later the light
vanished, taking with it all traces of the rat.
~End mild gore~
Bakura exhaled heavily and jumped in shock when white smoke left his mouth. He
walked toward the bathroom to find his hikari. Perhaps he would know why smoke
was coming out of his mouth. “Hikari-baka!” he snarled. As Bakura walked out of
the bathroom his foot kicked something. Bakura cast his gaze to the floor and
saw Ryou’s toothbrush. He shook his head, picked it up, and placed it on the
sink. Bakura then left the bathroom, shutting the door on his way out.
“Hai, Bakura-sama?” Ryou replied, peeking his head out from the kitchen. His
puffy white hair looked worse than his yami’s, mainly as it hadn't been brushed
lately. “Is the rat gone?” Ryou asked softly as he disappeared into the kitchen,
Bakura following behind him.
“Hikari-baka, why is there smoking coming out of my mouth when I talk and
breathe?” Bakura asked bluntly. Ryou spun around and faced his yami with a
confused look on his face as Bakura exhaled again to demonstrate.
“Well you see, since it’s so cold--I believe it’s around -15°C*--anyways,
because the air is so cold and your breath is so warm, it gives you the illusion
that you're breathing smoke.” Ryou explained, he wasn’t sure if that was really
true or not. It may not have been, but it sounded intelligent as well as
believable. Bakura looked at Ryou for a few moments, and then nodded.
~
The rest of morning went relatively smoothly, with only a few perverted thoughts
here and there and a few strange situations in which they both wished to forget.
One strange situation being Bakura tripping over "something" (aka: his own two
feet, but his ego wouldn’t allow himself to admit it--convincing himself he was
tripped by this “something”) and landing face first in Ryou’s lap. Whether he
MEANT to do it or not, we’ll never know. Another situation was Ryou accidentally
locking himself out of the apartment. Luckily for him, Bakura was in a good mood
and unlocked the door. By now it was just after lunch. Ryou’s crotch was still
sore where Bakura had landed… face first. Ryou had broken out laughing when
Bakura lost his footing. He had stopped laughing once he realized where Bakura
was going to fall. And needless to say, that had hurt. Now he was having
problems simply walking normally.
Ryou had come to the conclusion that today just wasn’t his day--a frozen pillow,
a dead rat, a 170+ pound person landing on his balls, getting locked outside in
the cold, and finally freezing his butt off because an unnamed baka spirit (A/N:
I wonder who that could be?) decided to take his blanket. While Ryou was
freezing his bottom off, the unnamed baka spirit had not one, but two big, warm,
fluffy, fuzzy blankets!
Ryou was now sitting on the couch freezing to death as he tried and failed to
keep his teeth from chattering. Even though he wore one of his own sweaters and
one of Bakura’s--which he thought smelled REALLY nice--he was still cold. Ryou
was shivering like mad--hell he looked like he was having a seizure! Suddenly he
felt a strange warmth overcome him. He looked to his left and saw his blanket,
the one Bakura had stolen, draped over his shoulders. He turned his head a
little further left only to see Bakura standing there, a yellow blanket wrapped
around his own shoulders. Ryou gave his yami a confused look.
“Hikari-baka… your teeth were chattering so loudly I couldn’t hear myself
think.” Bakura explained defensively. Which was actually a lie, he had felt bad
about taking the girly light blue cloth covering and decided to return it.
“Thanks,” Ryou replied with a smile. He felt like saying, 'this blanket couldn’t
keep me half as warm as you could.' In fact, he could feel the words about to
come out, and quickly slapped his hands over his mouth. Bakura narrowed his eyes
and gave Ryou a confused glare, but said nothing. He simply turned and left the
room.
Ryou thought about the aftermath of that first embarrassing incident--after
Bakura has made his ‘oh so graceful landing,’ while crushing parts of Ryou he
really didn’t want injured. Let me ask you this first: Have you ever had the
object of your sexually fantasies, who didn’t have a clue how you felt, with
their face on your crotch? Thankfully the intense pain kept him from getting
aroused. Was he ever going to get over this? Most likely not.
Ryou ‘eeped’ when the couch moved slightly. Ryou glanced to his side, only to
see his yami sitting next him. “This yellow is such a nasty color.” Bakura said
aimlessly, “I should have given you this one…” He added with a smirk.
“Why didn’t you?” Ryou asked softly. His perverted teenage mind kept picturing
Bakura looking up from between his legs. ‘It will never happen so stop thinking
about!! Because if he ever found out…,’ Ryou then proceeded to curse himself for
being so perverted. One of these days his perversion was going to be the end of
him.
“I gave you yours because it smells like you… and you haven’t bathed in days.
You stink.” Bakura said bluntly. His smirk never faded for a second, which
really confused Ryou.
Bakura was, at this moment, trying to fight impulses of various things he could
do concerning Ryou. Ever since he'd fallen on Ryou, his body and mind had been
working overtime. Thinking thoughts and wanting to do things that he, himself,
didn’t. “Hikari-baka… are you hiding something from me?” Bakura asked very
bluntly, something he hadn’t planned on. Yet his hikari had never been
untruthful in the past.
“Hiding? No… well… I didn’t think I was. But I‘m not quiet sure what you mean,
Bakura-sama.” Ryou answered truthfully. He wasn’t sure what his yami meant. Ryou
just hoped Bakura was still clueless about the feelings he had towards him.
Bakura scowled for a moment. “Is. There. Anything. You. Are. Not. Telling. Me?”
He slowly asked his lighter half. While Bakura was talking about Shadow Magic
and deals. Ryou thought he meant his feelings… for the spirit.
“I’m quiet positive there isn't. If I was keeping anything from you, which I'm
not, it would be my own personal feelings and only because I wouldn’t share them
with you anyways. Not like you would care what my feelings are.” Ryou explained,
his thick accent really made that sentence sound strangely proper for the
current situation. It also covered up his feeling for his yami.
Bakura was a little taken back, but browsed through his hikari’s thought. Surely
enough the boy was worried about what would happen if Bakura found out something
about his feelings for someone... who? He wasn‘t sure… Ryou was making sure to
guard her name. This information was hurtful but trivial. He should have known
better to think that someone would care for him, and after the way he had
treated Ryou after Duelist Kingdom he was highly doubtful his hikari would have
any positive feelings towards him. “What ‘personal feelings’ are you so worried
about--worried enough to keep them from me, hikari-baka?” Bakura asked, he
slightly lowered his walls… wait… since when did he care about Ryou’s feelings?
Ryou gulped and looked around the apartment, the carpet suddenly becoming highly
intriguing. It was a very nice shade of blue. Bakura glared at his hikari and
growled. The sound of Bakura’s deep, low growl caused Ryou to jump. “Can we talk
about something else?” Ryou blurted out, his now famous blush returning. This
wasn’t something he wanted to talk about... well, not with Bakura anyways. ‘Oh
Bakura… I’m madly in love with you…,’ Ryou was certain that would go over with a
bang, and he’d end up in a coma… Then he thought of something, “Hey… why do you
care anyways?”
Bakura turned his gaze forward, looking toward the television... which wasn’t
even working. But... why did he care? “So I can hurt everyone you care for so
that I may see you suffer?” He mused aloud. That wasn’t the real answer… it was
a lie, because he couldn’t say the real answer. He couldn’t because he didn’t
know the real answer. Bakura wasn’t really sure of anything anymore.
“I-I… um… I’m mad at them… my friends I mean.” Ryou paused as Bakura moved
closer. He nodded for Ryou to continue. “I mean… I’m supposed to be their friend
and what do they do? Go to America without me. They leave me here with... with
you! They haven’t called, haven’t sent a letter, and not even a post card. I’m
beginning to wonder if maybe… you were right.” Ryou blurted out. He really was
mad at them… but he couldn’t say he wasn’t using this to cover up the other
feelings he was experiencing. Bakura was taken back by Ryou's hurtful comment
about him.
“Of course I’m right. I’m the only one who will ever give a damn about you!”
Bakura announced, much to his surprise. That wasn’t what he had been planning to
say.
While Bakura was mentally cursing himself, Ryou was in a state of shock. Bakura
had just admitted he cared about him… again. “Bakura-sama…,” Ryou said under his
breath. He blushed again. He threw his arms around Bakura’s shoulders, pulling
the dark spirit into a hug. “Thank you so much!" Ryou squealed gleefully. He
knew deep down that he would never fit into that group. Bakura hesitantly
returned the boy’s hug.
~
They spent the remainder of the day in each others arms, trying desperately to
stay warm while the temperature kept dropping. Both of them were surprised when
they learned that over three feet of the snow had melted away during the night.
How it had happened, they weren’t sure. Bakura was especially happy, as he
hadn't sensed even a trace of the Shadow Realm.
Currently they were getting ready for bed, and they hadn’t really talked much.
Ryou was trying to brush his hair, a ritual Bakura never took part in. Bakura
was busy trying to find a new comforter for his bed since the other one was
soaking wet. No thanks to the ‘white rain’ (A/N: aka frost). After several
minutes of searching, he finally found one.
Ryou quickly changed the comforter and they slipped into bed, completely
oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
~
An image of the sleeping Bakura and Ryou blurred over in a large bowl of water,
rippling the image away.
“Mana… I think things are starting to fall into place.” Kisara informed her
partner with a grin. Her long bluish-white hair, which hung past her shoulders,
blew about in the warm breeze.
“I agree… it won’t be long now.” Mana replied with a nod. “It’s almost time for
the pharaoh to unlock his past. We should go back to the memory world… we can
finish this once we get back.” She explained, hastily moving toward the swirling
portal of darkness. Kisara nodded and they both vanished into the portal leading
to the Memory World. Hopefully their betrayal of the pharaoh would remain
secret. They were helping the Thief King Bakura… the pharaoh’s greatest
opponent.
~Bakura’s Dream~
He held his hikari in his arms, inside a void of darkness. The same darkness he
had been locked inside for 5000 years. The only light came from that boy he held
in his arms; the boy he was currently kissing so passionately. His hands rested
on his hikari’s lower back. Finally after what seem liked hours they pulled
apart...it was funny how they weren’t gasping for air like they should have
been. That didn’t seem to matter though. As long as he held his hikari… the
light of his life, he would be all right. Hikari in the purest sense, for if not
for this boy he would be living in total darkness… trapped back within the ring
he hated so much.
“Bakura… I love you so much. I wish for us to be together…and... I swear I’ll
never betray you again.” Ryou said as he cuddled closer, their lips meeting once
again. Bakura could feel the passion coming from Ryou as he took Ryou’s words to
heart. No more trips to the Shadow Realm, no more 5000 years of darkness… just
one last lifetime of light.
“Ryou… I-” Bakura was cut off when the darkness around them began to move. The
ex-pharaoh appeared in all of his leather-clad glory… much to Bakura's distaste.
Wait… this was his dream… why would the ex-pharaoh, the one man he hated most in
the world, be here?
“To get Ryou, you stupid tomb robber.” Yami Yugi said smugly. Both looked at
Ryou. Bakura's blood was boiling--the pharaoh-baka shouldn’t be here, this was
his sappy fucked up dream.
“Wha-?” Bakura never got to finish. Ryou looked casually over at Bakura before
walking over to the pharaoh. Bakura watched as Ryou leaned forward and kissed
the ex-pharaoh. And just quickly as the ex-pharaoh came, they both vanished. The
light that his hikari had given off was gone. He, the greatest thief king ever
to live, was once again alone in the dark. He cursed… what in the name of Ra was
going on? His dream was become his nightmare. Suddenly Bakura was thrown forward
into a bright light. He closed his eyes quickly before he could be blinded, and
landed on the floor.
Slowly he opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t. His hikari was laying in bed…
the ex-pharaoh on top of him. Mere sheets covering the more intimate parts of
their bodies… thanks be to Ra for at least that.
Bakura watched, unable to break his gaze on the nauseating sight. Thrusting,
moaning, groaning, his hikari and the ex-pharaoh were having sex… and… he
watched… it was all he could do….
~End Dream~
Bakura’s eyes snapped open as he shot straight up in his bed, gasping heavily
for air. He knew what the dream meant, he wasn’t stupid. The pharaoh would take
his light (both ways) leaving him alone and in the darkness if he didn’t do
something soon. But as to what he should do, he was unsure.
Stupid rat’s blood. He knew he shouldn’t have drank it. Anything with sickly
puss oozing out of it wasn’t safe to touch… let alone taste! That’s what caused the horrible nightmare… yes... but still the thought was sickening. Ryou and spirit of the
puzzle? Ryou was his hikari… meaning Ryou would be in his bed, not the pharaoh’s…
‘NO!!!!! Don’t think like that… it’s… it’s… RYOU!!! But... he's my hikari! Not
the Ra damned pharaoh’s. The pharaoh has his own pathetic hikari to have… Ryou
belongs to ME!!’
Bakura looked at the boy in question. Lying peacefully by his side--by his side,
though no one had ever been by his side before. Ryou was… but for how long?
~*~
Wow, that was long!!!
= -15C is 5F (for all my American readers and those who use the Fahrenheit
system.)
Notes… yes, boring, I know. But I want to say that Bakura was very nice and kind
to Ryou before duelist kingdom; they were a lot closer and one could actually
say they were friends. Well they co-existed.
I’ll shut up now!