Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Lights, One Yami and the Big Bad Marik ❯ Nightmares ( Chapter 3 )

Emmy: Hi nice to see some friendly faces!!! (waves) Did someone order BakuraxRyou fluff? ^.^ Fluffy fluff!

 

Ryou: I feel loved.

 

Marik: I feel hated.

 

Raven: I'll love you Marik, if you're really kinky like the story says.

 

Marik: 8D

 

Malik: T-T My yami has left me…

 

Bakura: Malik I thought you were my bitch!

 

Emmy: Oooook…..Enough with your flirting…here is the next chapter!

 

Raven: We don't own Yu-gi-oh.

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Everything was dark. There were flashes of red—blood. Hateful, amethyst eyes glared up at him, daring him to make a move. Bakura rushed forward, his blood boiled, his heart pounded, his mouth contorted as a variety of threats and curses escaped it. The eyes suddenly widened in fear as Bakura struck. In a blink they were now different—chocolate orbs brimming with tears. Before he could stop himself the move had been made and the rest of the face appeared, screaming without sound. Then suddenly, as if the mute button on the TV had been turned off, the piercing shrieks met his ears!

 

Bakura's ruby eyes opened in a flash as he jolted awake and sat up quickly, panting. His body was drenched in sweat, causing the bed sheets to stick to his skin. He scanned the dark room, searching for the eyes he had seen just moments ago. Nothing but darkness. He gave a relieved sigh. The screams, they had sounded so real, they were still ringing in his ears…Suddenly it occurred to him:

 

“Wait a moment, someone really is screaming!”

 

Bakura snapped out of his hazy dream state and leapt from his bed. The first thought that came to his mind was Ryou. Like shadow itself Bakura stalked through the dark hallway, only illuminated by a small, blue, glowing out lit light Ryou had installed because of his fear of the dark.

 

Another shriek echoed from Ryou's room and Bakura threw open the door, prepared to face any attacker, but all he found was Ryou curled up in his blankets whimpering. Just to be sure Bakura surveyed the room once more, listening for any creak of a board. There was none. He eased slightly and flicked on a nearby lamp. Ryou's room was small and stuffed with lots of junk. There was a computer/desk for use of his homework and small stuffed animals, books and a number of pictures littered the shelves. He had many games categorized and stacked against his wall in special cubbies.

 

Bakura quickly walked over to his light, whose face was buried into his pillow. The boy was shaking all over. “Ryou…” he asked softly. The worried yami put a hand on his light's shoulder and shook it slightly. “Hikari…?” Ryou looked up from the pillow with sleepy, red, teary eyes. “Hey, what's the matter…?” Bakura asked softly, rubbing the small light's back in an attempt to sooth him. Ryou sniffed.

 

“I had a bad dream…” he replied quietly.

 

“A bad dream? That's all?” Bakura asked, sitting on the side of the bed. “Heh. There's no reason to be afraid of a little bad dream…” Ryou seemed to be calmer with his yami near by and said nothing. There was an awkward silence in which Bakura wasn't really sure what to do. He wasn't good at this softy stuff like the annoying, munchkin Yugi Mouto. He would usually make some sarcastic, snide or rude remark in such a moment…but when it was his own crying hikari it was different. Ryou rarely cried in such fear, so usually Bakura didn't have to worry about acting too soft.

 

“…Do you want to talk about the dream?” he finally asked.

 

Ryou squeezed the blanket wrapped around him and mumbled, “It was about M-Marik…”

 

Oh. No wonder Ryou was crying! Bakura felt a pang of guilt inside, and he hated it. The ancient thief had killed plenty of others who had gotten in his way and felt no remorse what-so-ever. So why did he have to feel it now? Because it was his fault Ryou had a reason to cry? Or just because it was Ryou?

 

“Oh…do you…want a cup of tea or anything?” he offered. That's what Ryou did whenever his friends seemed troubled. Ryou shook his head. Bakura didn't know what to do! At least Ryou had stopped shaking all over.

 

“It's ok Ryou don't be afraid…” he said quietly. Ryou mumbled something into his pillow. “What?” Bakura asked. Ryou mumbled it again and Bakura, annoyed, slid his fingers under his hikari's chin and lifted his face up out of the pillow. “Say it once more.” Ryou sniffed.

 

“K-Kura will you, um, I…um…”

 

“Yes?” Bakura pressed. Big, pathetic, chocolate eyes looked up at him.

 

“Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone…” The yami raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment and nodded, sliding closer onto the bed. He sat up, against the head board, on top of the blanket, one arm wrapped around Ryou protectively. The light rested his head against his yami's chest and sighed deeply, as if relieved.

 

“I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep…” he murmured. Bakura once again, felt the slight sting inside his chest. Remorse, regret. Ra, it annoyed him so. He wanted to make it go away. Bakura squeezed his light closer. “I'm so sorry Ryou…” he said once more. Ryou lifted up his head and gazed at his white haired counterpart.

 

“It's not your fault Kura,” he said with a small smile. “You're the one who was there when I needed you…” Ryou shifted to snuggled into his yami's side. Bakura was surprised by this act. No matter what he did or said Ryou was loyal to him, even though he'd been the cause of Ryou having to stay with Marik, the Egyptian who had attempted to get into Ryou's pants. This made Bakura feel worse. There had to be some way to relieve the tension in his chest. Saying sorry, although rare for Bakura, didn't seem to be enough in this situation.

 

“Ryou…” Bakura whispered, not knowing what was going to come out of his lips.

 

“Yes Kura?”

 

“I…I just wanted to tell you…I'm glad you're my hikari because I don't-I couldn't find someone as kind, and forgiving as you even if I searched for three thousand years. You're way better that Malik or that midget Yugi. And, well, I'm sorry I ever tried to replace you, because even though Malik was cool, he wasn't the right light for me. You're my light, my hikari, and nothing could ever change that…and I promise I'll never let anything bad happen to you ever again…” he said, as he stared out the window. Suddenly he felt better and this made him smirk. “Just don't tell anyone I got all sentimental just now. I'm still the same bloodthirsty, ruthless, murderous, psychotic, cunning, thief I always have been,” he added. Ryou was silent and Bakura looked down to find Ryou asleep in his arms. He blinked before chuckling softly.

 

The thief sighed and made a move to get up but Ryou mumbled in protest so Bakura leaned back against the headboard for the longest time, thinking…

 

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As the first rays of light from the sun shown over the sleepy city of Domino, making the dew in the morning glass glitter and fog hover over the cool water of the harbor Ryou stirred from his slumber. He groggily opened his eyes. It took him a moment to realize he was cuddling up to his yami, who was staring off into space as if in deep thought. “Good morning,” was all he could think to say. Bakura looked down tiredly.

 

“Good morning, sleep well?” he asked. Ryou nodded and sat up, stretching his arms. Bakura shifted from his stiff position to stretch as well before falling back onto the pillows with his arms behind his head.

 

After a few moments of silent stretching Ryou questioned, “Last night you wanted to tell me something Bakura, but I can't recall what it was.” There was no answer. “What was it you told me?” Ryou asked again, turning to face his darkness. He found Bakura's eyes shut and his breathing even. The light gave a giggle. “Sleep tight Kura…” he whispered. Hopping off the bed Ryou started his normal daily routine. He put the coffee on for Bakura, took out all the necessities for a bowl or Frosted Flakes and sat watching the TV in their living room.

 

Suddenly there came a knock at the door. “I'll be right there!” Ryou called as he walked down the hall. He skipped over to the door, hoping to find Yugi or one of his other friends and opened the door to find Malik staring back at him.

 

“Hello Malik!” he chirped.

 

“Hello Ryou,” Malik smiled slightly. “May I come in?”

 

“Sure!” Ryou opened the door wider to let the Egyptian boy in. “What brings you here so early in the morning?” Malik turned to look directly at Ryou and Ryou couldn't help but notice something different about his friend but he couldn't place what. His expression was oddly…calm…

 

“I thought I'd check on you to see how you were doing,” he replied. “You know…since of what happened a few days ago.” Ryou nodded, frowning slightly.

 

“Is…is Marik ok?” he asked timidly. What had his dark side done that night in the kitchen. Malik's calm composer suddenly changed. His eyes narrowed for a moment and he scowled slightly. Ryou was startled. Was Malik angry at Bakura? Was Malik angry with him? Ryou bit his lower lip, a nervous habit he had recently gotten into. Malik seemed to see this and a smile spread across his lips.

 

“He's restless but very eager,” was Malik's odd reply. Ryou cocked his head in confusion but Malik did not elaborate. “Where is Bakura?” he asked suddenly.

 

“In my room sleeping…” Ryou replied. Something was wrong with Malik, the way he was acting, the way he was staring at Ryou…without blinking…his pupils were small in his big lavender irises. Ryou suddenly felt himself very nervous and took a step back.

 

“W-why don't you sit down? I can make us some tea, or, or if you haven't had breakfast I could get some cereal…or…something…” For every step Ryou took back, Malik took another forward, until Ryou realized he was pressed up against the wall. “Or, um, um, Malik do you want to duel? My cards are in my room I could just go get them—!” Ryou made a move to run past but Malik grabbed his forearm roughly. Ryou looked from Malik's hand to his face. “Malik…?”

 

“I don't want to duel…” he said, his smile now seemed so eerie. Like a doll's smile.

 

“Oh…then…um…what did you have in mind?” Ryou reached for Bakura through his mental link. If he could get him to wake up…

 

Unexpectedly Malik's other arm darted up to Ryou's neck. He was caught so unaware he just stood there in shock as a hand pressed against his neck. He was confused and scared. Then suddenly everything went black.

 

When Ryou passed out, Malik caught him. His eyes were devoid of emotion.

 

/Good job Malik…now bring him home…/ the low voice in his head ordered. Unable to control himself the Egyptian did as the voice told, carrying Ryou bridal style out the door.

 

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Emmy: Oh no! Bum bum bum!

 

Raven: Fluff…

 

Emmy: The story is turning out different than the way I wrote it but that's cause I'm actually taking time to write it better and at detail.

 

Ryou: Kura…you're so soft!

 

Bakura: Grrrrr…

 

Marik: @_@ Muahaha I'm still evil.

 

Malik: Stop controlling my mind!

 

Marik: Do my work slave!!

 

Raven: R&R!