Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou's Series of Misfortunate Events: Power Outage ❯ Dreams Do Come True ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Tjay Motou 
The End... for now
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.21.2005 | Updated On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 13 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 548 | Status: Completed
The End... for now
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.21.2005 | Updated On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 13 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 548 | Status: Completed
Title: Ryou’s Series of Misfortunate Events: Part 1: Power Outage
Chapter Title: Chapter 5: Dreams do come true
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 (B/N = Beta’s notes ^_~)
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//
~ Scene/time change
‘Thoughts’
~*~
~Day 4~
Bakura found himself staring at his hikari. He had been awake all night…after
all, with a dream like that, how could he sleep? He realized, after hours of
thinking, that seeing Ryou in the ex-pharaoh’s arms had made him jealous, an
emotion he definitely wasn’t used to. For a while he listened to Ryou’s calm
breathing which was, as much has he hated to admit it, very soothing.
Bakura did a lot of thinking that night. He would’ve been lying if he said he
wasn’t confused. Bakura was experiencing emotions he’d never felt before. Maybe
5,000 years in the Ring without human contact was the problem. Maybe he just
wanted company, or maybe he was just lonely. Maybe he wanted someone to tell his
stories to. A friend… but after hours of pondering that idea he realized that
what he felt wasn’t friendship… even though he wasn’t actually sure what it was
he was feeling. All he knew was that this was deeper then anything he’d ever
felt before–it was a strange new feeling and it gave him a strange and unusual
feeling, especially around his hikari… no, wait… only around his hikari….
Ryou stirred, tossing over in his sleep, and Bakura held his breath. What was
Bakura to say if Ryou woke up and found him staring? He was usually an expert
when it came to lies, especially on his feet, but lately things weren’t working
in the lying department.
Luckily for Bakura, Ryou didn’t wake up. Once Bakura was positive that Ryou was
still asleep, he relaxed. Bakura was very worried that he would have said
something very blunt and honest. Honest wasn’t always a bad thing… this just
wasn’t a good situation in which to be completely frank. ‘Oh Ryou, I had this
dream where you were being fucked by the pharaoh, I got really jealous, and
wanted to murder the bastard… then I started staring at you. Been doing that for
a few hours, actually.’ Bakura thought, his mind flooded with sarcasm.
The spirit sighed and tried to think about other things. Like how different
things had become when he’d gotten his own body. Well, not actually a real body,
it was just…solid. The more mortals he’d sent to the Shadow Realm the greater
his power had increased, until it had been enough for him to form a body of his
own.
After Duelist Kingdom, Bakura made Ryou suffer psychologically and had continued
until he was finally able to make his own body. Then Ryou’s suffering became
both psychological and physical. That was the punishment for betrayal. He had
let it slip the first time, mostly because Ryou was terrified. What would you do
if the voice in your head took over you body and tried to kill everyone?
Bakura now wondered whether or not to give his hikari a third chance. After all,
they do say third time’s the charm, and he had to take into consideration what
his hikari had told him yesterday. Would Ryou betray him again? That was a
question only Ryou could answer. The question Bakura needed to ask himself was:
should he give Ryou the chance to answer that question?
Bakura glanced up at the battery-powered clock. It was four thirty-seven in the
morning… and much to his surprise it was starting to warm up. Bakura finally
rolled over and closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep.
~
Bakura’s eyes snapped open when he felt Ryou’s finger trace down his back, his
body tensing up at the touch. “What do you think you’re doing?” Bakura snarled
angrily. He wasn’t use to physical contact, and he didn’t like it either.
“I’ve never seen that scar before, Bakura-sama.” Ryou commented softly, tracing
his finger along the scar that lined Bakura spine. Of course Bakura, wondering
what foolishness his hikari had thought of now, rolled over. “Oh my god…
Bakura-sama, what happened to your eye?” Ryou asked quickly, his voice taking on
a somewhat worried tone.
“What in the world are you talking about?” Bakura hissed, giving Ryou a strange
look, as if Ryou had just dropped in from another planet.
“Under your right eye….” Ryou informed him, tracing the scar downward and then
across twice–a pattern Bakura was all too familiar with. Bakura raised his hand
to his cheek and traced the scar that had once made him famous back in Egypt,
but had no place on his body any longer. But sure enough, it was there–that scar
he couldn’t remember receiving, but always remembered wearing. Then again, all
of his memories before and after his village was slaughtered were just blurs.
Yet now, all of the scars he wore back in Egypt had somehow returned to his
modern day makeshift body. “What’s happening to you Bakura-sama?”
The spirit was taken aback by this. His hikari-baka was worried about him? He
wasn’t sure if this made him happy or not. Bakura was getting vastly pissed off;
everything was so fucking confusing.
Bakura felt a jolt of warm emotions searing through his body when Ryou’s
delicate fingers brushed across his scar for a second time. “I don’t know,”
Bakura murmured, “I really don’t know.” His gazed locked with Ryou’s.
Heat quickly rose to Ryou’s face, covering the pale creamy skin with a deep
scarlet blush. Bakura seemed to be staring down into his very soul in a highly
exhilarating, yet frightening, way. Ryou found his fingers tracing down Bakura’s
face once more.
Bakura’s brain was screaming that this was wrong, but his cold, black decaying
heart was telling him something else–yet he wasn’t sure what exactly that
‘something else’ could be. As much as he wanted to go with his brain, he found
himself listening to that heart he’d imagined long gone by now, and leaning
forward. Closer and closer to his hikari, while tilting his head a bit to the
side.
Their mouths inched closer and closer with every second. Ryou couldn’t believe
this was happening, that Bakura was going to kiss him. Ryou’s heart raced as he
felt Bakura’s breath on his lips. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and
finally one of his deepest fantasies was about to come true.
It was then that phone rang. “I thought you said the power was out.” Bakura
pointed out, frowning, though he stayed where was–which just happened to be
about two inches away from Ryou’s face. While Bakura was blessing the phone,
Ryou was silently cursing it with some words that would have rendered even
Bakura speechless–for a moment or two.
“It is… the phone works,” Ryou replied, “even when the power’s out. Emergency
reasons.” he answered before crawling out of bed and running to answer the
phone.
‘Stupid phone. Who would be calling me? If it’s Yuugi or one of them I’m going
to scream. He was going to KISS me! Fuck!!!’ Ryou though furiously. The phone
rang a third time when Ryou lifted it off the receiver. “Hello?”
“Mr. Bakura Ryou?” The voice on the other end inquired.
“Hai, how can I help you?”
“This is Mr. Nisemono’s Office,” The voice responded. “I’m calling about your
father’s last will and testament.”
Ryou recognized that name. Mr. Nisemono was his father’s lawyer. “Is there a
problem?”
“Oh no, we just need to verify a few things with the next of kin.”
~
Bakura remained in bed, thinking about what almost happened. Maybe following his
what was left of his heart wasn’t such a great idea. He tried to tune into
Ryou’s phone conversation via their mind link, but after catching bits and
pieces of what they were saying, he went back to thinking. It wasn’t a very
interesting conversation, after all.
The Shadow Magic pulsed dully in his ears, like a second heart beat. It was
going to drive him insaner (was that even a word?) then he already was. He had
noticed that the white rain was disappearing, but it was still too deep to
venture outside.
Bakura sighed, there were too many things on his mind. Ryou, the shadow magic he
was sensing, the ultimate Yami no Game, and so much more. It was too much for
his poor brain to handle at the moment, so the former thief king began with the
first topic that came to mind:
Was this what he really wanted? He wasn’t sure yet, everything was happening
much too fast and he needed time to think. Everything that had happened over the
last four days flooded into his mind–so much that it was extremely hard to sort
out.
Bakura was snapped out of his private thoughts by Ryou’s soft footsteps. He
relaxed when Ryou walked past the door. Things were quickly getting much too
complicated. Bakura crawled out of the warmth of his bed and grabbed the first
article of clothing he got his hands on. After changing out of his flannel
boxers, He slipped into the hallway where, luckily for him, Ryou was nowhere to
be seen.
Thus began the game of hide and seek. Bakura’s plan: hide and avoid Ryou; to
pretend the boy was the plague.
~
Ryou felt horribly guilty. He knew that he’d tricked his yami into being nice to
him. Ryou knew that the chance of his starving to death or freezing to death
were slim to none, yet he had played those “fears” on Bakura. It was a bit
funny, because Bakura was so clueless to today’s world and that he’d believed
Ryou. Then again, Bakura had every reason to believe him. In Egypt, Bakura never
had electricity to lose, nor had he been trapped in a violent snow storm before.
Was what almost happened in Bakura’s room a product of his trickery? He didn’t
dare tell Bakura the truth. That really wouldn’t be the smartest thing he could
do…but Ryou couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Unfortunately for Ryou, he had opened his mind link.
/This isn’t the time to go on a guilt trip… it’s not like I can do anything
about it now./
Of course this thought caught Bakura’s attention.
//Why would you need to feel guilty? Come on now hikari-baka, please do share.//
Ryou swallowed hard; how was he going to explain this?
/I… I… umm… It’s really pretty stupid and embarrassing, I’m sure it’s nothing
that would interest you./
//I won’t know until you tell me, and I want to know what you’re trying to hide
from me.//
Of course Ryou’s honest side promptly took over.
/I… umm… kind of over-reacted to the situation when the power died, and I didn’t
realize until now that you used my over-reaction to make a decision. If I’d
known, I would have corrected you. Gomen Bakura-sama…/
Ryou now cursed his sheer honesty. One of these days, his honesty was going to
get him killed… by Bakura, most likely.
//Is that so?//
/Hai…/
Bakura promptly blocked the mind link.
Ryou sighed and fell against the bathroom door. He couldn’t believe he just
confessed that to Bakura! He was scared of what was going to happen when he
opened the bathroom door, and decided not to think about that until it happened
Ryou turned on the tap. He was surprised that the pipes hadn’t froze yet. Once
the sink was filled with water, Ryou proceeded to wash up. Four days without a
shower was far too long.
~
Ryou quickly scurried into Bakura’s room, startled to find that Bakura was gone.
He’d been expecting Bakura to pound the crap out of him.
Ryou grabbed Bakura’s black sweater, pulling it over his head and arranging it
for comfort, before inhaling deeply. The sweater smelled like his yami. It was
then Ryou noted that it was a lot warmer then the days before. This was nothing
like summer warmth, but it certainly wasn’t subzero any longer.
Ryou glanced around the room, wondering where his darker side was. Why? Well, he
wasn’t quite sure why he wanted to know… maybe he had a death wish?
He left his yami’s bedroom and walked around the apartment. Finally he realized
that Bakura was avoiding him. It was a game that played out all morning, Bakura
treating Ryou as if he was the plague. Ryou, however, had only one word for it:
strange.
As afternoon set in, Bakura returned to the Millennium Ring to regain his
strength–his solid body drained him of energy. Depending on what he did, the
amount of time he stayed in the mortal realm varied from weeks to days.
Ryou felt like crying. He’d been so close to being kissed. Now Bakura seemed
uninterested. Was Bakura mad at him for over-reacting? Or did he just come to
his senses? Or was he playing another mind game? Or was Bakura waiting to kill
him?
Ryou was now terribly confused. Bakura’s behavior had become stranger by the
hour. Of course Bakura was always strange, a mystery. Sometimes Ryou would
question his yami’s sanity, and at other times he believed his yami to be a
genius. After all, there is a very thin line between genius and insanity–however
Bakura was on both sides of that fence at the same time.
Alas, Ryou wasn’t the only one who was terribly confused. Modern day Japan and
ancient Egypt were as different as night and day. Heck, he had to go a museum
just to read! And yes, he could in fact read. Unlike every other Egyptian that
wasn’t a priest or priestess, or of course the Pharaoh, he could read and write
in his language. He had learned to read mainly because the tomb builders just so
happened to carve the locations of traps onto the walls. Morons really. This
secret was told to him by his father… before he was so brutally slaughtered by
the Pharaoh’s guards. Just to be melted down into the Millennium Items. In the
name of the unholy Apep, for all Bakura knew he was wearing his family around
his neck.
Bakura wandered around the Millennium Ring. It was quiet amazing that something
made from a village’s blood and bones could be so… so what? What could he use to
describe this? Almost…godly.
His soul room was a reflection of his soul. Black. Evil. Frigid. Lonely. Rage.
Grief. Hatred. And yet, as of late his soul room had been slowly changing. It
was neither as dark nor as cold as it used to be. It’s funny how people say hate
is a bad emotion… yet really it isn’t … hatred can be a good thing. It’s amazing
how much hate can drive you to do things you never thought you could or would or
were even capable of accomplishing. For example, his hatred for Atemu… and now
he was off topic again. He came here to think about his hikari… not the
ex-pharaoh!
He wondered what his life would be like had he not sought to avenge his village.
Would he have had a family? A wife and perhaps a few children? Would he have
been a model, law-abiding citizen of Egypt? Would he have passed on into the
afterlife?
Bakura scowled, realizing that he was off topic once again.
Of course he had to wait to make his decision, wait until his anger towards Ryou
had passed, and until he had thought everything through. He had been terribly
misinformed, and had made a decision on misinformation: the decision to help his
hikari. He really wanted to hurt his hikari, but knew he couldn’t without
suffering from the intense pain.
Bakura was confused, there were things that didn’t make any sense to him.
He was immortal and yet he felt pain when he hurt Ryou. The jealously he felt
when he dreamed about Ryou and the ex-pharaoh…then again, the pharaoh was always
trying to take everything he had, so why would Ryou be any different? Not that
he had Ryou. The Shadow Magic that suddenly appeared when the power died… His
very sudden change in opinion on Ryou… And finally, how his former scars now
appeared on his modern day makeshift body.
The last one wasn’t too far out his grasp, and he came up with a pretty good
guess for that one. His power had increased so much that he could take on
certain physical characteristics he once had. Hopefully his power would continue
to increase until he was able to have his real body back, or at least one that
looked the same. Well that was his hope, and with the power of the Millennium
Eye increasing his power as well it would only be a matter of time until he
plunged the world into an eternal darkness.
The rest however… was far beyond a simple reasoning. He would need to do a lot
of thinking, and all he could do was start at the beginning.
His thoughts were again interrupted by Ryou opening his mind link.
/–can’t believe it, I can’t believe Bakura-sama is the only family I have left…
and he isn’t really even related to me… He’s the only one I have left in the
world… and he hates me… heck, if I died tomorrow he would probably be happy…/
Bakura was growing quite annoyed. Didn’t his stupid hikari know how to shut off
his mind link? Did his hikari-baka not realize he was trying to make important
decisions? Usually he didn’t mind knowing every thought that ran through the
boy’s mind, (A/N: how little he knows… he doesn’t know about the dreams and
fantasies… poor Bakura… B/N: True, true… *laughs*) it made it easier to control
him. However, before he could stop himself, he replied with:
//One. I don’t hate you. Two. If you died I’d be very pissed off because I’d be
sealed back into the Ring//
/Ba… Bakura-sama…/
//Now shut up and stop bitching, I’m trying to think and rest./
/Gomen… do you really mean that?/
//…yes…//
~
Of course Bakura was complete blind to the fact that the only reason he always
lost to Yami no Yuugi was because he and Ryou didn’t work together as a team.
Bakura was also oblivious to the fact that having someone to love wasn’t weak,
and would never make you weaker. He didn’t know that having someone to fight for
really made you stronger. Love was, is, and always will be, the most powerful
force in the entire world, in the entire universe. That was Mana and Kisara’s
mission: to open Bakura’s eyes to these facts.
~
The sky grew darker as the sun sank beneath the skyscrapers and tall buildings.
The beautiful colors of the sunset painted the now-clear sky. It had stopped
snowing by then and was starting to warm up. At first, not much changed in the
Bakura household. The power was still out. Bakura was still in the Ring. Ryou
was still in shock.
Ryou had every reason to be shocked, as Bakura hadn’t punished him since the
power died. Bakura did, however, admitted he cared about him, almost kissed him,
and let him share his bed. Along with many other nice things. All in all, Ryou
had to admit that Bakura’s behavior was strange and out of character. Very out
of character. Maybe he really was changing. Maybe he’d just hit his head, or had
taken ill. Ryou hoped it was the first of the options. Bakura-sama changing…
would be like a dream come true.
Ryou poked at his supper with a dull fork. Leftovers from… he wasn’t really sure
when, actually. He wasn’t even sure if it was edible. Ryou looked at the unknown
meal. He was sure that whatever this material was, had come alive, and he could
have sworn that it winked at him.
Suddenly Ryou didn’t feel hungry anymore. He tossed the dish, his fork, and the
unknown meal into the garbage and wondered if the plastic garbage bag was
melting away from the vileness of that substance. Ryou shuddered at the thought,
and hurriedly left the kitchen.
Ryou walked into the den to find Bakura stretched out on the couch. The spirit
had his eyes shut and looked as if he were asleep, though Ryou could tell his
yami was very much awake.
~
Bakura heard Ryou enter the room, and he then did something he’d never done
before. He threw all logic and reason to wind, not even knowing what he was
going to do or say. It was a sort of ‘go with the flow’ thing. He was leaving
all that crap up to fate.
Bakura sat up and looked Ryou straight in the eyes. He wasn’t quiet sure what it
was, but something swept over him, and to be completely honest he liked it.
Suddenly his heart, which he had been quite sure no longer worked, was starting
to pound in his chest. Why would his heart beat… after all, he was dead and
there wasn't much left to heart to beat.
Ryou walked over and sat down next to him, their gazes locked. Something deep
inside of Bakura told him that his moment was going change everything, but he
wasn’t quite sure why or how.
“Bakura-sama….” Ryou whispered, he could feel the blush rising in his face.
Bakura’s gaze was so intense.
“Shut up.” Bakura growled mere seconds before he pressed his lips against his
hikari’s. Ryou was so shocked he froze, but only for a moment. Ryou closed his
eyes and returned Bakura’s kiss. It was at this moment Kisara’s charm activated;
outside the massive apartment complex the snow melted away as if it were summer.
Inside their apartment, Bakura and Ryou were still lip locked. Bakura’s hand
held Ryou’s chin in place while his lips moved against his hikari’s.
When Bakura pulled away, Ryou was almost gasping for air and blushing like mad.
Ryou wondered if he was dreaming. No, this was better than any dream or fantasy
he’d ever had. Ryou was just happy he wasn’t standing, because his knees felt
like jell-o. Ryou slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see Bakura. Alas, he was
faced with disappointment, as Bakura had returned to the Ring.
Ryou raised his fingers to his lips. Bakura’s presence lingered as Ryou had
caught a small taste of Bakura’s unique flavor. Ryou felt like he was in heaven
at the moment. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘This is better than heaven.’
~
Bakura closed his eyes. All of this was so new to him; he’d never felt like
this. Then again, he had never gotten an opportunity to be with anyone. In Egypt
he was a wanted criminal and no one wanted anything to do with him. He had dealt
with it, and in fact he had been fine with it. Bakura always had more important
things to think about back then.
But now…now he had all the time in the world.
Whatever he’d felt during the kiss, he liked. He wanted to feel it again. Bakura
was not ashamed of this, but he didn’t dare reemerge from the Ring. The
overwhelming fear of rejection hit him full force. He wasn’t afraid,
just…worried about the pain of Ryou’s rejection. Combinations of ‘what if’
flooded his mind.
What if Ryou is straight? What if Ryou really is interested in the ex-pharaoh?
What if Ryou tells everyone? What if…
Bakura fell to his knees. How could something as simple as a kiss have such an
effect on him? Bakura fell into a cloud of confusion. Maybe this was all a
mistake. Yet how could it be a mistake, how could something that was ‘wrong’
feel so right? Did that make it right? Or was this just another side effect of
the Shadow Realm?
“What the name of the almighty Anubis is going on here! Tell me!” Bakura yelled
angrily, punching the stone wall of his soul room. Thankfully he was a spirit;
had he been mortal his hand would have split open from the force with which he
hit the wall.
The walls soon faded in the swirl of darkness that surrounded him. The darkness…
his only friend. He sighed. What was he to do now?
~
Ryou was finally able to walk again. He stumbled over to the window where they
had sat a few days ago… the first day Bakura had actually opened up to him. His
green eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. He quickly sent a mental nudge to
Bakura.
/Bakura-sama… come out… you HAVE to see this!/
Ryou waited for Bakura’s reply, but got nothing but a wave of cold emotions slip
through their mind link.
/Bakura-sama!/
Ryou called again, still receiving nothing.
What Ryou didn’t know was that Bakura was having a emotional and mental
breakdown inside the Millennium Ring. Bakura felt like he was trapped in a
kaleidoscope of thoughts, emotions, confusion, and darkness. It was totally…
overwhelming.
/Bakura!!/
Ryou closed his eyes and focused on entering the Ring. He stood between his soul
room’s door and Bakura’s own door. His door was pure white with blackish swirls
and a normal silver door handle.
Bakura’s, on the other hand, looked like something right out of his late
father’s museum. Ryou was sure it was made out of the same material as the
tablets there. Hieroglyphics ran down the large stone door, and in the centre of
the door was that creepy eye, the same eye that adorned the Millennium Items.
Ryou couldn’t remember what it was called, even though Bakura had told him a
while back.
Ryou walked over to Bakura’s door. He hesitated slightly, usually he would never
be allowed to enter Bakura’s soul room. He would be, as Bakura would say,
invading his personal space and interfering with his plans to destroy the world
and such like that. Ryou had always been punished severely when he dared to
venture into Bakura’s room. Since the spirit was hardly ever in his soul room,
Ryou had no reason anyway to ever venture into the depths of Bakura’s mind.
Ryou pushed against the large stone door and it swung open slowly, with a loud
creak. Ryou peered into the room. The area closest to the door was lit by a
mysterious source of light which he couldn’t seem to distinguish. Ryou gulped
and stepped in, feeling like he had stepped back in time. The room was entirely
made out of large stone bricks with hieroglyphics carved and painted from floor
to ceiling. The large stone pillars along the walls matched them exactly. Ryou
took a few cautious steps forward; the floor, walls and the light fading away
with each step he took.
“Bakura-sama…?” Ryou called out timidly. He didn’t even want to think about the
trouble he was going to be in. Ryou was about to turn around and leave, when
suddenly the door slammed shut and the lights were completely extinguished.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to enter.” Bakura snarled in his hikari’s
ear. His hand was like a vice on Ryou’s shoulder. The pale teen froze, his
entire body tensing up as he felt Bakura’s hot breath on his ear. The spirit
appeared calm, cool, and collected on the outside–he always did–but on the
inside he was an emotional and mental wreck. Nothing seemed to make sense
anymore, and he found that he really didn’t care.
Bakura stood behind Ryou, and he was far from impressed. “Gomen, Bakura-sama,
but there’s something you have to see,” Bakura scowled, thinking of course it
was something stupid. He raised his hand to strike his hikari when Ryou added,
“could you wait until you see it before you hurt me?”
“Fine….” Bakura growled angrily. Unbearable pain or not, Ryou’s insolence would
not go unpunished. Bakura paused, feeling nothing… no searing pain, no shadow
magic, no anything… a sinister smirk flashed across the spirit’s sharp features.
Ryou blinked his eyes a few times. He was standing in front of the window. He
hurried over to the door. He didn’t have to wait long for Bakura to appear.
The spirit wanted to test his new theory, and smacked Ryou’s head. The only
thing that happened was Ryou yelping. Bakura couldn’t help but show off his
sinister trademark smirk. He and Ryou had four days of punishments to catch up
on. He watched, and winced as Ryou opened the door. He was expecting the harsh
temperatures and blowing white rain. Of course Bakura’s expectations were
terribly disappointed.
Bakura stepped out onto the front balcony and looked around. The sun was shining
brightly and the warm breeze caught his hair. Of course Bakura noticed none of
this. The first thing he notice was the grass. Yes, the grass, all the white
rain was gone. It looked like, and felt like, the middle of July. Bakura found
this to be odd, as just mere hours ago he had guessed the white rain to be
nearly three feet thick over the ground. Something wasn’t right. The white rain
was gone, the shadow magic was gone, and best of all, the almost unbearable pain
was gone.
The white haired yami was so wrapped up his thoughts that he jumped at Ryou’s
touch. He glared at Ryou, whose hand was holding his tightly. It took him a
minute to realize the silent message Ryou was sending to him. Suddenly the
thought of beating Ryou senseless wasn’t so appealing.
Bakura looked away, he couldn’t bring him to look at Ryou anymore as faint blush
spread across Bakura’s face. Being as pale as he was, his blush really stood
out. Yet Bakura made no attempt to pull his hand away, in fact he did quite the
opposite. He tightened his grip on Ryou’s hand, which was a bit smaller then his
own, before pulling the boy into his arms.
~
Mana looked at Kisara and smiled. “We did it,” she laughed softly, “we actually
did it”
Kisara shook her head in disagreement, “You mean they did it! We only helped
them find their way to each other” Kisara corrected before adding, “They are
now ready to being their journey”
“All the touzoku-ou needs to do is find the passage of time,” Mana mused aloud,
adjusting her head cover. She had traded in her hat for the piece of cloth, much
to her current disappointment.
“I think we can help with that much, but first we need to make sure things don’t
go back to how they were before”
“Right!”
< br>
~
The crimson eyed thief finally gave up trying to figure anything out. He came to
the final conclusion that the Shadow Realm did what it pleased. It was magic,
and magic didn’t always make sense. He turned his thoughts to the boy whose head
was resting on his right shoulder. Bakura slid his arms around Ryou’s waist and
soon found himself playing with his hikari’s long, white hair.
“Hikari-baka…” Bakura murmured softly to a very shocked Ryou, “thanks.” The
words came out as nothing more than a mere whisper, so low he was certain Ryou
didn’t hear him.
“Your welcome.” Ryou barely managed to get the words out. Ryou was in shock; he
couldn’t believe this was happening. Ryou hoped beyond hope that this wasn’t
another one of his dreams. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up again.
Ever.
Ryou opened his eyes and inhaled deeply. Bakura always seemed smell good. Maybe
it was because he was just a spirit using his own energy to make his body.
Whatever the reason, it certainly was a scent that he wouldn’t mind spending the
rest of his life breathing in.
~
Neither of them spoke for what seemed to be an hour. It was hard to tell when
almost all the clocks in the house were electric, and thus not working. They
just knew that they’d re-entered the apartment a while ago. Bakura was sitting
on the couch when Ryou sat down next to him, snuggling up against his arm.
Bakura tensed at Ryou’s sudden affection. “Hikari-baka…?” he questioned Ryou,
his eyes narrowed as he spoke. He wasn’t sure how to react as he was in no way a
touchy feely guy. Never was, never will be, but he was terribly lonely… maybe
there was a connection here. By now, Bakura wasn’t sure what his next move
should be. All this… was happening too fast. He still wasn’t sure what was going
on.
“Hai?” Ryou replied happily, almost beaming. Bakura had gone back to the way he
was before duelist kingdom… only more tense, yet there was no kissing or
touching involved back then…
“Uh… why are… err…” The spirit sighed, “when’s the power coming back on?” He
couldn’t get the original question out, so he asked a different one. What else
was he to do?
“Soon.” his hikari mused slightly, glancing up at him. “Maybe tomorrow, at the
latest.” Silence fell again. For Bakura, it had become a matter of pride and brain vs.
body, soul, and that no longer so black and decaying heart. For Ryou it was a
dream come true.
‘This just proves dreams do come true.’
“Bakura-sama, can I ask you something?” Ryou asked, finally breaking the
not-so-awkward silence.
“That depends what you want to ask,” Bakura replied absently. He cast his gaze
to the top of Ryou’s puffy white mane.
“Well, to be honest I have a million questions I want to ask you,” Ryou paused
for a moment before finishing his sentence, “but I really want to ask what
happened between you and Yami Yuugi. I mean, there must be a reason you hate him
so much.”
Bakura sighed, this was a long story and one he never liked telling.
“Well 5025 odd years ago, give or take a few years, there was a small village,
my village. Kuru Eruna. One day the pharaoh‘s men came galloping into my home
and slaughtered everyone…” from there, Bakura recited the series of events that
happened right up until the day he died.
Time flew by as Bakura told Ryou everything he could remember. He told Ryou how
the Millennium Items were created (and what they were created from). Bakura
guessed this made the most impact on Ryou who, after hearing the Millennium
Items were created from the dead bodies of the villagers, took off the Ring and
refused to put it back on ever again.
Bakura rolled his eyes and continued.
~3½ hours later~
“…and then I was sealed into the Millennium Ring where I waited for a suitable
host, my reincarnation– you–to release me.” (A/N: I’m lazy and it’s too much of
a spoiler for those who haven’t seen it all…)
“Bakura-sama… I had no idea… I’m so sorry,” Ryou mumbled shamefully. All this
time he’d thought he had a miserable life. Ryou curled up next to his yami,
resting his head against Bakura’s arm.
Bakura’s story really opened Ryou’s eyes as to how lucky he was. It also
explained a lot, such as Bakura’s day-to-day behavior. Hell, it explained
Bakura’s entire character! Almost every question Ryou had wanted to ask his
darker side had been answered.
Ryou glanced up at the battery-powered clock on the kitchen wall, which was
barely visible to him. It was now twenty-seven minutes after eleven, and Ryou
sighed and stood up. He stretched out his arms and legs before heading into his
own room, where he assumed he would be sleeping tonight, as it was now quite
warm.
Bakura followed his hikari, having assumed that Ryou would be sharing his bed
again. Not that he really minded now. Bakura didn’t want anyone finding out, but
it was no longer something he was against. After all, he did say until the power
came up on... which it hadn’t yet.
“I guess I’m sleeping in my room tonight?” Ryou inquired as he pulled out his
last pair of clean pajamas.
“I said you could share my sleeping quarters until the power came back on.
However, whether you do or not doesn’t affect me. I really could care less what
you do.” Bakura replied casually. The spirit seemed distracted and he was.
“Oh, then I guess… I’m going to… stay in your room… if it’s okay with you?” Ryou
mumbled as he stared at the floor. It was a very interesting shade of white, and
was that a smudge of dirt?
Bakura just grunted and left, while mentally patting himself on the back. He
hadn’t been rejected, for the first time in over 5,000 years. He also did
something else he hadn’t tried in 5,000 years. He smiled.
~*~
End Notes:
I was going to write another chapter... but I think I wrote the prefect ending.
Keep an eye open for Heat Wave... (by the way... the story has nothing to do
with an actual heat wave...)
Chapter Title: Chapter 5: Dreams do come true
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 (B/N = Beta’s notes ^_~)
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//
~ Scene/time change
‘Thoughts’
~*~
~Day 4~
Bakura found himself staring at his hikari. He had been awake all night…after
all, with a dream like that, how could he sleep? He realized, after hours of
thinking, that seeing Ryou in the ex-pharaoh’s arms had made him jealous, an
emotion he definitely wasn’t used to. For a while he listened to Ryou’s calm
breathing which was, as much has he hated to admit it, very soothing.
Bakura did a lot of thinking that night. He would’ve been lying if he said he
wasn’t confused. Bakura was experiencing emotions he’d never felt before. Maybe
5,000 years in the Ring without human contact was the problem. Maybe he just
wanted company, or maybe he was just lonely. Maybe he wanted someone to tell his
stories to. A friend… but after hours of pondering that idea he realized that
what he felt wasn’t friendship… even though he wasn’t actually sure what it was
he was feeling. All he knew was that this was deeper then anything he’d ever
felt before–it was a strange new feeling and it gave him a strange and unusual
feeling, especially around his hikari… no, wait… only around his hikari….
Ryou stirred, tossing over in his sleep, and Bakura held his breath. What was
Bakura to say if Ryou woke up and found him staring? He was usually an expert
when it came to lies, especially on his feet, but lately things weren’t working
in the lying department.
Luckily for Bakura, Ryou didn’t wake up. Once Bakura was positive that Ryou was
still asleep, he relaxed. Bakura was very worried that he would have said
something very blunt and honest. Honest wasn’t always a bad thing… this just
wasn’t a good situation in which to be completely frank. ‘Oh Ryou, I had this
dream where you were being fucked by the pharaoh, I got really jealous, and
wanted to murder the bastard… then I started staring at you. Been doing that for
a few hours, actually.’ Bakura thought, his mind flooded with sarcasm.
The spirit sighed and tried to think about other things. Like how different
things had become when he’d gotten his own body. Well, not actually a real body,
it was just…solid. The more mortals he’d sent to the Shadow Realm the greater
his power had increased, until it had been enough for him to form a body of his
own.
After Duelist Kingdom, Bakura made Ryou suffer psychologically and had continued
until he was finally able to make his own body. Then Ryou’s suffering became
both psychological and physical. That was the punishment for betrayal. He had
let it slip the first time, mostly because Ryou was terrified. What would you do
if the voice in your head took over you body and tried to kill everyone?
Bakura now wondered whether or not to give his hikari a third chance. After all,
they do say third time’s the charm, and he had to take into consideration what
his hikari had told him yesterday. Would Ryou betray him again? That was a
question only Ryou could answer. The question Bakura needed to ask himself was:
should he give Ryou the chance to answer that question?
Bakura glanced up at the battery-powered clock. It was four thirty-seven in the
morning… and much to his surprise it was starting to warm up. Bakura finally
rolled over and closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep.
~
Bakura’s eyes snapped open when he felt Ryou’s finger trace down his back, his
body tensing up at the touch. “What do you think you’re doing?” Bakura snarled
angrily. He wasn’t use to physical contact, and he didn’t like it either.
“I’ve never seen that scar before, Bakura-sama.” Ryou commented softly, tracing
his finger along the scar that lined Bakura spine. Of course Bakura, wondering
what foolishness his hikari had thought of now, rolled over. “Oh my god…
Bakura-sama, what happened to your eye?” Ryou asked quickly, his voice taking on
a somewhat worried tone.
“What in the world are you talking about?” Bakura hissed, giving Ryou a strange
look, as if Ryou had just dropped in from another planet.
“Under your right eye….” Ryou informed him, tracing the scar downward and then
across twice–a pattern Bakura was all too familiar with. Bakura raised his hand
to his cheek and traced the scar that had once made him famous back in Egypt,
but had no place on his body any longer. But sure enough, it was there–that scar
he couldn’t remember receiving, but always remembered wearing. Then again, all
of his memories before and after his village was slaughtered were just blurs.
Yet now, all of the scars he wore back in Egypt had somehow returned to his
modern day makeshift body. “What’s happening to you Bakura-sama?”
The spirit was taken aback by this. His hikari-baka was worried about him? He
wasn’t sure if this made him happy or not. Bakura was getting vastly pissed off;
everything was so fucking confusing.
Bakura felt a jolt of warm emotions searing through his body when Ryou’s
delicate fingers brushed across his scar for a second time. “I don’t know,”
Bakura murmured, “I really don’t know.” His gazed locked with Ryou’s.
Heat quickly rose to Ryou’s face, covering the pale creamy skin with a deep
scarlet blush. Bakura seemed to be staring down into his very soul in a highly
exhilarating, yet frightening, way. Ryou found his fingers tracing down Bakura’s
face once more.
Bakura’s brain was screaming that this was wrong, but his cold, black decaying
heart was telling him something else–yet he wasn’t sure what exactly that
‘something else’ could be. As much as he wanted to go with his brain, he found
himself listening to that heart he’d imagined long gone by now, and leaning
forward. Closer and closer to his hikari, while tilting his head a bit to the
side.
Their mouths inched closer and closer with every second. Ryou couldn’t believe
this was happening, that Bakura was going to kiss him. Ryou’s heart raced as he
felt Bakura’s breath on his lips. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and
finally one of his deepest fantasies was about to come true.
It was then that phone rang. “I thought you said the power was out.” Bakura
pointed out, frowning, though he stayed where was–which just happened to be
about two inches away from Ryou’s face. While Bakura was blessing the phone,
Ryou was silently cursing it with some words that would have rendered even
Bakura speechless–for a moment or two.
“It is… the phone works,” Ryou replied, “even when the power’s out. Emergency
reasons.” he answered before crawling out of bed and running to answer the
phone.
‘Stupid phone. Who would be calling me? If it’s Yuugi or one of them I’m going
to scream. He was going to KISS me! Fuck!!!’ Ryou though furiously. The phone
rang a third time when Ryou lifted it off the receiver. “Hello?”
“Mr. Bakura Ryou?” The voice on the other end inquired.
“Hai, how can I help you?”
“This is Mr. Nisemono’s Office,” The voice responded. “I’m calling about your
father’s last will and testament.”
Ryou recognized that name. Mr. Nisemono was his father’s lawyer. “Is there a
problem?”
“Oh no, we just need to verify a few things with the next of kin.”
~
Bakura remained in bed, thinking about what almost happened. Maybe following his
what was left of his heart wasn’t such a great idea. He tried to tune into
Ryou’s phone conversation via their mind link, but after catching bits and
pieces of what they were saying, he went back to thinking. It wasn’t a very
interesting conversation, after all.
The Shadow Magic pulsed dully in his ears, like a second heart beat. It was
going to drive him insaner (was that even a word?) then he already was. He had
noticed that the white rain was disappearing, but it was still too deep to
venture outside.
Bakura sighed, there were too many things on his mind. Ryou, the shadow magic he
was sensing, the ultimate Yami no Game, and so much more. It was too much for
his poor brain to handle at the moment, so the former thief king began with the
first topic that came to mind:
Was this what he really wanted? He wasn’t sure yet, everything was happening
much too fast and he needed time to think. Everything that had happened over the
last four days flooded into his mind–so much that it was extremely hard to sort
out.
Bakura was snapped out of his private thoughts by Ryou’s soft footsteps. He
relaxed when Ryou walked past the door. Things were quickly getting much too
complicated. Bakura crawled out of the warmth of his bed and grabbed the first
article of clothing he got his hands on. After changing out of his flannel
boxers, He slipped into the hallway where, luckily for him, Ryou was nowhere to
be seen.
Thus began the game of hide and seek. Bakura’s plan: hide and avoid Ryou; to
pretend the boy was the plague.
~
Ryou felt horribly guilty. He knew that he’d tricked his yami into being nice to
him. Ryou knew that the chance of his starving to death or freezing to death
were slim to none, yet he had played those “fears” on Bakura. It was a bit
funny, because Bakura was so clueless to today’s world and that he’d believed
Ryou. Then again, Bakura had every reason to believe him. In Egypt, Bakura never
had electricity to lose, nor had he been trapped in a violent snow storm before.
Was what almost happened in Bakura’s room a product of his trickery? He didn’t
dare tell Bakura the truth. That really wouldn’t be the smartest thing he could
do…but Ryou couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Unfortunately for Ryou, he had opened his mind link.
/This isn’t the time to go on a guilt trip… it’s not like I can do anything
about it now./
Of course this thought caught Bakura’s attention.
//Why would you need to feel guilty? Come on now hikari-baka, please do share.//
Ryou swallowed hard; how was he going to explain this?
/I… I… umm… It’s really pretty stupid and embarrassing, I’m sure it’s nothing
that would interest you./
//I won’t know until you tell me, and I want to know what you’re trying to hide
from me.//
Of course Ryou’s honest side promptly took over.
/I… umm… kind of over-reacted to the situation when the power died, and I didn’t
realize until now that you used my over-reaction to make a decision. If I’d
known, I would have corrected you. Gomen Bakura-sama…/
Ryou now cursed his sheer honesty. One of these days, his honesty was going to
get him killed… by Bakura, most likely.
//Is that so?//
/Hai…/
Bakura promptly blocked the mind link.
Ryou sighed and fell against the bathroom door. He couldn’t believe he just
confessed that to Bakura! He was scared of what was going to happen when he
opened the bathroom door, and decided not to think about that until it happened
Ryou turned on the tap. He was surprised that the pipes hadn’t froze yet. Once
the sink was filled with water, Ryou proceeded to wash up. Four days without a
shower was far too long.
~
Ryou quickly scurried into Bakura’s room, startled to find that Bakura was gone.
He’d been expecting Bakura to pound the crap out of him.
Ryou grabbed Bakura’s black sweater, pulling it over his head and arranging it
for comfort, before inhaling deeply. The sweater smelled like his yami. It was
then Ryou noted that it was a lot warmer then the days before. This was nothing
like summer warmth, but it certainly wasn’t subzero any longer.
Ryou glanced around the room, wondering where his darker side was. Why? Well, he
wasn’t quite sure why he wanted to know… maybe he had a death wish?
He left his yami’s bedroom and walked around the apartment. Finally he realized
that Bakura was avoiding him. It was a game that played out all morning, Bakura
treating Ryou as if he was the plague. Ryou, however, had only one word for it:
strange.
As afternoon set in, Bakura returned to the Millennium Ring to regain his
strength–his solid body drained him of energy. Depending on what he did, the
amount of time he stayed in the mortal realm varied from weeks to days.
Ryou felt like crying. He’d been so close to being kissed. Now Bakura seemed
uninterested. Was Bakura mad at him for over-reacting? Or did he just come to
his senses? Or was he playing another mind game? Or was Bakura waiting to kill
him?
Ryou was now terribly confused. Bakura’s behavior had become stranger by the
hour. Of course Bakura was always strange, a mystery. Sometimes Ryou would
question his yami’s sanity, and at other times he believed his yami to be a
genius. After all, there is a very thin line between genius and insanity–however
Bakura was on both sides of that fence at the same time.
Alas, Ryou wasn’t the only one who was terribly confused. Modern day Japan and
ancient Egypt were as different as night and day. Heck, he had to go a museum
just to read! And yes, he could in fact read. Unlike every other Egyptian that
wasn’t a priest or priestess, or of course the Pharaoh, he could read and write
in his language. He had learned to read mainly because the tomb builders just so
happened to carve the locations of traps onto the walls. Morons really. This
secret was told to him by his father… before he was so brutally slaughtered by
the Pharaoh’s guards. Just to be melted down into the Millennium Items. In the
name of the unholy Apep, for all Bakura knew he was wearing his family around
his neck.
Bakura wandered around the Millennium Ring. It was quiet amazing that something
made from a village’s blood and bones could be so… so what? What could he use to
describe this? Almost…godly.
His soul room was a reflection of his soul. Black. Evil. Frigid. Lonely. Rage.
Grief. Hatred. And yet, as of late his soul room had been slowly changing. It
was neither as dark nor as cold as it used to be. It’s funny how people say hate
is a bad emotion… yet really it isn’t … hatred can be a good thing. It’s amazing
how much hate can drive you to do things you never thought you could or would or
were even capable of accomplishing. For example, his hatred for Atemu… and now
he was off topic again. He came here to think about his hikari… not the
ex-pharaoh!
He wondered what his life would be like had he not sought to avenge his village.
Would he have had a family? A wife and perhaps a few children? Would he have
been a model, law-abiding citizen of Egypt? Would he have passed on into the
afterlife?
Bakura scowled, realizing that he was off topic once again.
Of course he had to wait to make his decision, wait until his anger towards Ryou
had passed, and until he had thought everything through. He had been terribly
misinformed, and had made a decision on misinformation: the decision to help his
hikari. He really wanted to hurt his hikari, but knew he couldn’t without
suffering from the intense pain.
Bakura was confused, there were things that didn’t make any sense to him.
He was immortal and yet he felt pain when he hurt Ryou. The jealously he felt
when he dreamed about Ryou and the ex-pharaoh…then again, the pharaoh was always
trying to take everything he had, so why would Ryou be any different? Not that
he had Ryou. The Shadow Magic that suddenly appeared when the power died… His
very sudden change in opinion on Ryou… And finally, how his former scars now
appeared on his modern day makeshift body.
The last one wasn’t too far out his grasp, and he came up with a pretty good
guess for that one. His power had increased so much that he could take on
certain physical characteristics he once had. Hopefully his power would continue
to increase until he was able to have his real body back, or at least one that
looked the same. Well that was his hope, and with the power of the Millennium
Eye increasing his power as well it would only be a matter of time until he
plunged the world into an eternal darkness.
The rest however… was far beyond a simple reasoning. He would need to do a lot
of thinking, and all he could do was start at the beginning.
His thoughts were again interrupted by Ryou opening his mind link.
/–can’t believe it, I can’t believe Bakura-sama is the only family I have left…
and he isn’t really even related to me… He’s the only one I have left in the
world… and he hates me… heck, if I died tomorrow he would probably be happy…/
Bakura was growing quite annoyed. Didn’t his stupid hikari know how to shut off
his mind link? Did his hikari-baka not realize he was trying to make important
decisions? Usually he didn’t mind knowing every thought that ran through the
boy’s mind, (A/N: how little he knows… he doesn’t know about the dreams and
fantasies… poor Bakura… B/N: True, true… *laughs*) it made it easier to control
him. However, before he could stop himself, he replied with:
//One. I don’t hate you. Two. If you died I’d be very pissed off because I’d be
sealed back into the Ring//
/Ba… Bakura-sama…/
//Now shut up and stop bitching, I’m trying to think and rest./
/Gomen… do you really mean that?/
//…yes…//
~
Of course Bakura was complete blind to the fact that the only reason he always
lost to Yami no Yuugi was because he and Ryou didn’t work together as a team.
Bakura was also oblivious to the fact that having someone to love wasn’t weak,
and would never make you weaker. He didn’t know that having someone to fight for
really made you stronger. Love was, is, and always will be, the most powerful
force in the entire world, in the entire universe. That was Mana and Kisara’s
mission: to open Bakura’s eyes to these facts.
~
The sky grew darker as the sun sank beneath the skyscrapers and tall buildings.
The beautiful colors of the sunset painted the now-clear sky. It had stopped
snowing by then and was starting to warm up. At first, not much changed in the
Bakura household. The power was still out. Bakura was still in the Ring. Ryou
was still in shock.
Ryou had every reason to be shocked, as Bakura hadn’t punished him since the
power died. Bakura did, however, admitted he cared about him, almost kissed him,
and let him share his bed. Along with many other nice things. All in all, Ryou
had to admit that Bakura’s behavior was strange and out of character. Very out
of character. Maybe he really was changing. Maybe he’d just hit his head, or had
taken ill. Ryou hoped it was the first of the options. Bakura-sama changing…
would be like a dream come true.
Ryou poked at his supper with a dull fork. Leftovers from… he wasn’t really sure
when, actually. He wasn’t even sure if it was edible. Ryou looked at the unknown
meal. He was sure that whatever this material was, had come alive, and he could
have sworn that it winked at him.
Suddenly Ryou didn’t feel hungry anymore. He tossed the dish, his fork, and the
unknown meal into the garbage and wondered if the plastic garbage bag was
melting away from the vileness of that substance. Ryou shuddered at the thought,
and hurriedly left the kitchen.
Ryou walked into the den to find Bakura stretched out on the couch. The spirit
had his eyes shut and looked as if he were asleep, though Ryou could tell his
yami was very much awake.
~
Bakura heard Ryou enter the room, and he then did something he’d never done
before. He threw all logic and reason to wind, not even knowing what he was
going to do or say. It was a sort of ‘go with the flow’ thing. He was leaving
all that crap up to fate.
Bakura sat up and looked Ryou straight in the eyes. He wasn’t quiet sure what it
was, but something swept over him, and to be completely honest he liked it.
Suddenly his heart, which he had been quite sure no longer worked, was starting
to pound in his chest. Why would his heart beat… after all, he was dead and
there wasn't much left to heart to beat.
Ryou walked over and sat down next to him, their gazes locked. Something deep
inside of Bakura told him that his moment was going change everything, but he
wasn’t quite sure why or how.
“Bakura-sama….” Ryou whispered, he could feel the blush rising in his face.
Bakura’s gaze was so intense.
“Shut up.” Bakura growled mere seconds before he pressed his lips against his
hikari’s. Ryou was so shocked he froze, but only for a moment. Ryou closed his
eyes and returned Bakura’s kiss. It was at this moment Kisara’s charm activated;
outside the massive apartment complex the snow melted away as if it were summer.
Inside their apartment, Bakura and Ryou were still lip locked. Bakura’s hand
held Ryou’s chin in place while his lips moved against his hikari’s.
When Bakura pulled away, Ryou was almost gasping for air and blushing like mad.
Ryou wondered if he was dreaming. No, this was better than any dream or fantasy
he’d ever had. Ryou was just happy he wasn’t standing, because his knees felt
like jell-o. Ryou slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see Bakura. Alas, he was
faced with disappointment, as Bakura had returned to the Ring.
Ryou raised his fingers to his lips. Bakura’s presence lingered as Ryou had
caught a small taste of Bakura’s unique flavor. Ryou felt like he was in heaven
at the moment. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘This is better than heaven.’
~
Bakura closed his eyes. All of this was so new to him; he’d never felt like
this. Then again, he had never gotten an opportunity to be with anyone. In Egypt
he was a wanted criminal and no one wanted anything to do with him. He had dealt
with it, and in fact he had been fine with it. Bakura always had more important
things to think about back then.
But now…now he had all the time in the world.
Whatever he’d felt during the kiss, he liked. He wanted to feel it again. Bakura
was not ashamed of this, but he didn’t dare reemerge from the Ring. The
overwhelming fear of rejection hit him full force. He wasn’t afraid,
just…worried about the pain of Ryou’s rejection. Combinations of ‘what if’
flooded his mind.
What if Ryou is straight? What if Ryou really is interested in the ex-pharaoh?
What if Ryou tells everyone? What if…
Bakura fell to his knees. How could something as simple as a kiss have such an
effect on him? Bakura fell into a cloud of confusion. Maybe this was all a
mistake. Yet how could it be a mistake, how could something that was ‘wrong’
feel so right? Did that make it right? Or was this just another side effect of
the Shadow Realm?
“What the name of the almighty Anubis is going on here! Tell me!” Bakura yelled
angrily, punching the stone wall of his soul room. Thankfully he was a spirit;
had he been mortal his hand would have split open from the force with which he
hit the wall.
The walls soon faded in the swirl of darkness that surrounded him. The darkness…
his only friend. He sighed. What was he to do now?
~
Ryou was finally able to walk again. He stumbled over to the window where they
had sat a few days ago… the first day Bakura had actually opened up to him. His
green eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. He quickly sent a mental nudge to
Bakura.
/Bakura-sama… come out… you HAVE to see this!/
Ryou waited for Bakura’s reply, but got nothing but a wave of cold emotions slip
through their mind link.
/Bakura-sama!/
Ryou called again, still receiving nothing.
What Ryou didn’t know was that Bakura was having a emotional and mental
breakdown inside the Millennium Ring. Bakura felt like he was trapped in a
kaleidoscope of thoughts, emotions, confusion, and darkness. It was totally…
overwhelming.
/Bakura!!/
Ryou closed his eyes and focused on entering the Ring. He stood between his soul
room’s door and Bakura’s own door. His door was pure white with blackish swirls
and a normal silver door handle.
Bakura’s, on the other hand, looked like something right out of his late
father’s museum. Ryou was sure it was made out of the same material as the
tablets there. Hieroglyphics ran down the large stone door, and in the centre of
the door was that creepy eye, the same eye that adorned the Millennium Items.
Ryou couldn’t remember what it was called, even though Bakura had told him a
while back.
Ryou walked over to Bakura’s door. He hesitated slightly, usually he would never
be allowed to enter Bakura’s soul room. He would be, as Bakura would say,
invading his personal space and interfering with his plans to destroy the world
and such like that. Ryou had always been punished severely when he dared to
venture into Bakura’s room. Since the spirit was hardly ever in his soul room,
Ryou had no reason anyway to ever venture into the depths of Bakura’s mind.
Ryou pushed against the large stone door and it swung open slowly, with a loud
creak. Ryou peered into the room. The area closest to the door was lit by a
mysterious source of light which he couldn’t seem to distinguish. Ryou gulped
and stepped in, feeling like he had stepped back in time. The room was entirely
made out of large stone bricks with hieroglyphics carved and painted from floor
to ceiling. The large stone pillars along the walls matched them exactly. Ryou
took a few cautious steps forward; the floor, walls and the light fading away
with each step he took.
“Bakura-sama…?” Ryou called out timidly. He didn’t even want to think about the
trouble he was going to be in. Ryou was about to turn around and leave, when
suddenly the door slammed shut and the lights were completely extinguished.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to enter.” Bakura snarled in his hikari’s
ear. His hand was like a vice on Ryou’s shoulder. The pale teen froze, his
entire body tensing up as he felt Bakura’s hot breath on his ear. The spirit
appeared calm, cool, and collected on the outside–he always did–but on the
inside he was an emotional and mental wreck. Nothing seemed to make sense
anymore, and he found that he really didn’t care.
Bakura stood behind Ryou, and he was far from impressed. “Gomen, Bakura-sama,
but there’s something you have to see,” Bakura scowled, thinking of course it
was something stupid. He raised his hand to strike his hikari when Ryou added,
“could you wait until you see it before you hurt me?”
“Fine….” Bakura growled angrily. Unbearable pain or not, Ryou’s insolence would
not go unpunished. Bakura paused, feeling nothing… no searing pain, no shadow
magic, no anything… a sinister smirk flashed across the spirit’s sharp features.
Ryou blinked his eyes a few times. He was standing in front of the window. He
hurried over to the door. He didn’t have to wait long for Bakura to appear.
The spirit wanted to test his new theory, and smacked Ryou’s head. The only
thing that happened was Ryou yelping. Bakura couldn’t help but show off his
sinister trademark smirk. He and Ryou had four days of punishments to catch up
on. He watched, and winced as Ryou opened the door. He was expecting the harsh
temperatures and blowing white rain. Of course Bakura’s expectations were
terribly disappointed.
Bakura stepped out onto the front balcony and looked around. The sun was shining
brightly and the warm breeze caught his hair. Of course Bakura noticed none of
this. The first thing he notice was the grass. Yes, the grass, all the white
rain was gone. It looked like, and felt like, the middle of July. Bakura found
this to be odd, as just mere hours ago he had guessed the white rain to be
nearly three feet thick over the ground. Something wasn’t right. The white rain
was gone, the shadow magic was gone, and best of all, the almost unbearable pain
was gone.
The white haired yami was so wrapped up his thoughts that he jumped at Ryou’s
touch. He glared at Ryou, whose hand was holding his tightly. It took him a
minute to realize the silent message Ryou was sending to him. Suddenly the
thought of beating Ryou senseless wasn’t so appealing.
Bakura looked away, he couldn’t bring him to look at Ryou anymore as faint blush
spread across Bakura’s face. Being as pale as he was, his blush really stood
out. Yet Bakura made no attempt to pull his hand away, in fact he did quite the
opposite. He tightened his grip on Ryou’s hand, which was a bit smaller then his
own, before pulling the boy into his arms.
~
Mana looked at Kisara and smiled. “We did it,” she laughed softly, “we actually
did it”
Kisara shook her head in disagreement, “You mean they did it! We only helped
them find their way to each other” Kisara corrected before adding, “They are
now ready to being their journey”
“All the touzoku-ou needs to do is find the passage of time,” Mana mused aloud,
adjusting her head cover. She had traded in her hat for the piece of cloth, much
to her current disappointment.
“I think we can help with that much, but first we need to make sure things don’t
go back to how they were before”
“Right!”
< br>
~
The crimson eyed thief finally gave up trying to figure anything out. He came to
the final conclusion that the Shadow Realm did what it pleased. It was magic,
and magic didn’t always make sense. He turned his thoughts to the boy whose head
was resting on his right shoulder. Bakura slid his arms around Ryou’s waist and
soon found himself playing with his hikari’s long, white hair.
“Hikari-baka…” Bakura murmured softly to a very shocked Ryou, “thanks.” The
words came out as nothing more than a mere whisper, so low he was certain Ryou
didn’t hear him.
“Your welcome.” Ryou barely managed to get the words out. Ryou was in shock; he
couldn’t believe this was happening. Ryou hoped beyond hope that this wasn’t
another one of his dreams. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up again.
Ever.
Ryou opened his eyes and inhaled deeply. Bakura always seemed smell good. Maybe
it was because he was just a spirit using his own energy to make his body.
Whatever the reason, it certainly was a scent that he wouldn’t mind spending the
rest of his life breathing in.
~
Neither of them spoke for what seemed to be an hour. It was hard to tell when
almost all the clocks in the house were electric, and thus not working. They
just knew that they’d re-entered the apartment a while ago. Bakura was sitting
on the couch when Ryou sat down next to him, snuggling up against his arm.
Bakura tensed at Ryou’s sudden affection. “Hikari-baka…?” he questioned Ryou,
his eyes narrowed as he spoke. He wasn’t sure how to react as he was in no way a
touchy feely guy. Never was, never will be, but he was terribly lonely… maybe
there was a connection here. By now, Bakura wasn’t sure what his next move
should be. All this… was happening too fast. He still wasn’t sure what was going
on.
“Hai?” Ryou replied happily, almost beaming. Bakura had gone back to the way he
was before duelist kingdom… only more tense, yet there was no kissing or
touching involved back then…
“Uh… why are… err…” The spirit sighed, “when’s the power coming back on?” He
couldn’t get the original question out, so he asked a different one. What else
was he to do?
“Soon.” his hikari mused slightly, glancing up at him. “Maybe tomorrow, at the
latest.” Silence fell again. For Bakura, it had become a matter of pride and brain vs.
body, soul, and that no longer so black and decaying heart. For Ryou it was a
dream come true.
‘This just proves dreams do come true.’
“Bakura-sama, can I ask you something?” Ryou asked, finally breaking the
not-so-awkward silence.
“That depends what you want to ask,” Bakura replied absently. He cast his gaze
to the top of Ryou’s puffy white mane.
“Well, to be honest I have a million questions I want to ask you,” Ryou paused
for a moment before finishing his sentence, “but I really want to ask what
happened between you and Yami Yuugi. I mean, there must be a reason you hate him
so much.”
Bakura sighed, this was a long story and one he never liked telling.
“Well 5025 odd years ago, give or take a few years, there was a small village,
my village. Kuru Eruna. One day the pharaoh‘s men came galloping into my home
and slaughtered everyone…” from there, Bakura recited the series of events that
happened right up until the day he died.
Time flew by as Bakura told Ryou everything he could remember. He told Ryou how
the Millennium Items were created (and what they were created from). Bakura
guessed this made the most impact on Ryou who, after hearing the Millennium
Items were created from the dead bodies of the villagers, took off the Ring and
refused to put it back on ever again.
Bakura rolled his eyes and continued.
~3½ hours later~
“…and then I was sealed into the Millennium Ring where I waited for a suitable
host, my reincarnation– you–to release me.” (A/N: I’m lazy and it’s too much of
a spoiler for those who haven’t seen it all…)
“Bakura-sama… I had no idea… I’m so sorry,” Ryou mumbled shamefully. All this
time he’d thought he had a miserable life. Ryou curled up next to his yami,
resting his head against Bakura’s arm.
Bakura’s story really opened Ryou’s eyes as to how lucky he was. It also
explained a lot, such as Bakura’s day-to-day behavior. Hell, it explained
Bakura’s entire character! Almost every question Ryou had wanted to ask his
darker side had been answered.
Ryou glanced up at the battery-powered clock on the kitchen wall, which was
barely visible to him. It was now twenty-seven minutes after eleven, and Ryou
sighed and stood up. He stretched out his arms and legs before heading into his
own room, where he assumed he would be sleeping tonight, as it was now quite
warm.
Bakura followed his hikari, having assumed that Ryou would be sharing his bed
again. Not that he really minded now. Bakura didn’t want anyone finding out, but
it was no longer something he was against. After all, he did say until the power
came up on... which it hadn’t yet.
“I guess I’m sleeping in my room tonight?” Ryou inquired as he pulled out his
last pair of clean pajamas.
“I said you could share my sleeping quarters until the power came back on.
However, whether you do or not doesn’t affect me. I really could care less what
you do.” Bakura replied casually. The spirit seemed distracted and he was.
“Oh, then I guess… I’m going to… stay in your room… if it’s okay with you?” Ryou
mumbled as he stared at the floor. It was a very interesting shade of white, and
was that a smudge of dirt?
Bakura just grunted and left, while mentally patting himself on the back. He
hadn’t been rejected, for the first time in over 5,000 years. He also did
something else he hadn’t tried in 5,000 years. He smiled.
~*~
End Notes:
I was going to write another chapter... but I think I wrote the prefect ending.
Keep an eye open for Heat Wave... (by the way... the story has nothing to do
with an actual heat wave...)