Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, I only play with them
Warnings: 'deep themes', YAOI!
Pairs: Ryou/Bakura, Seto/Jou, Yami/Yugi, Mokuba/Ryuji, Malik/Mariku
Notes: this is dedicated to my wonderful friend Saak-chan for her Christmas, so as another present go read her work and review for her okies?! Oh, and review for me too!
Ryou opened his large brown eyes, everything seemed just a little to dark to make out correctly, his head was fuzzy and his mouth tasted funny. Slowly his nerves picked up on their job and he began to make out his surroundings, he lay on a huge bed, it was easily, much longer then him and if he lay across it, it was still large enough. Long black veils shrouded the bed, making it dark inside and difficult to see what was outside; that would explain his inability to see. From what he could tell of the outside without moving his stiff limbs, he was in a large room; there were no windows, only an invisible source of light. He could make out the rough out line of a man sitting in a chair across from the bed; he seemed to be not moving. He could make out that this person, figure, seemed to be female, the hair was cut at around its chin and was spiked out.
"Hello?" Ryou called out, it was creepy the way nothing seemed to move, it was like the whole place was dead, and there wasn't a breeze. He couldn't even spot the rise and fall of the breathing of the figure on the other side of the curtain. "Is anyone there?" Was the person okay? Was it even a person?
Something worse
The thought hadn't been his, well at least he wasn't sure it was his; none the less it freaked him out. Where was he? How had he come to be here on this bed in the dead room?
"Hello!" he called out louder this time, hoping to get some sort of response, anything! Just move! Ryou was sitting up now, his body protesting at being moved when he clearly wanted nothing more then to lie there and fall back asleep. "Answer me!" Ryou crawled closer to the edge of the bed, one trembling hand reaching out to timidly grasp at the soft flowing material the veil was made of. At first it slid right through his shaking his fingers, he willed his unsteady digits to close around the material and move it away.
Ryou never did get to see the room he was in, or the person who was watching over him for when he moved the screen a darkness clouded his mind and forced him into a unnatural slumber, lulling him to the land of the sirens.
Bakura had been sitting in that chair for a long time it seemed, he was wondering if the boy would ever awaken, but he had all the time in the world to wait. Like sleeping beauty's prince he watched, the screen over his large bed blocking his view but he could still smell, hear and feel the occupant. That sound, the gentle rasp of his breathing, it was intoxicating it was like the ticking of a clock, steady unwavering; so addictive. Bakura hadn't moved since he had placed the creature on the bed and sat down to wait, time passed on by, but it didn't matter to him; old man time hated him anyways, those old brittle fingers couldn't touch him. His beauty was eternal; he could never again be caressed by the hands of aging.
"Hello?" he had awakened, a slight different breathing pattern, the soft sound of eyelashes brushing against skin; in the dead quiet of the room he could hear all that went on. The voice seemed loud, out of place, and Bakura wished for the silence again. He wanted to stay and revel in the sounds of breathing, he wanted to listen to time work on someone; he want to feel life slipping away with every shallow exhale.
"Is anyone there?" Bakura remained quiet, it wasn't time yet; he would not reveal himself for him to see. And again there was a hesitant softness.
"Hello!" Bakura watched the outline of the boy on his bed move closer and closer to the screen separating them. He could make out slim shoulders, long hair and slender limbs, the boy looked like a ghost, he was brilliant white muted by the black veil Bakura kept over the bed, edges blurred and detail lost. Lost like so much else that went on in the home, lost like the feeling of safety when you first step foot on the cursed grounds.
One pale hand had reached the screen and Bakura moved for the first time, not notable but he waved on hand slightly moved, twisting the power of the room around his finger and forcing it to do his biding; he pressed on the mind of the boy. Like a siren pulling a sailor to his doom the pale ghost gave in and slumped in sleep.
There was a dull thud when the boy fell forward out of the bed and slid onto he cold floor, he remained asleep though, Bakura looked down at the pathetic form of the sleeping boy and stood, slowly elegantly. Picking the sleeping form up. He replaced it on the bed and walked out of the room, leaving the sounds of soft peaceful breathing behind.
When Ryou came to again he was laying on a long couch, the cushions embraced him holding his warmth for him and giving it back, a shiver traveled down his spine; the rest of the room was cold. It wasn't silent like last time and he could clearly see the two people that occupied the room, and hear them too.
For the pair were singing and play the violin respectively. The shorter of the two sang, his voice was high and clear, like an angel; he sang in a language Ryou could not understand but he could feel the words he sang, he could feel them craw all over his skin, penetrate though his pours and rush up to his brain where he understood what he was saying. It was a love song, tragic and beautiful, a girl and a boy, the promised happy ending shattered by the clutches of death and the heart that shattered with it. He sang like an angel and looked just as strange, his long black hair was pulled into a bun on the back of his head, stray pieces framing large blue eyes; soft pink lips forming the words to the song. Wrapped in soft deathly pale skin, he wore a long dress, the top was like a corset, pulled tight to his chest and made of a crimson red material with gold patterns along the sides and across the top, where it clung to him, but had to sleeves. The skirts were also deep red with the same gold design going across the top and bottom; they hung off him a bare centimetre off the ground and hid his dainty little feet.
The other was taller and had shining golden hair, that fell into deep amber eyes, those eyes watched him as a strong arm held the bow and glided it across the strings of the violin, skin the same shade as his partner's, he wore a coat that cut off around his upper chest, it was made of a deep black velvet and looked soft to the touch, under he wore a white shirt that exploded out of the long sleeves in a sea of ruffles that almost hid the slender hands. He wore pants of the same dark black colour; they hugged his legs and disappeared into high boots. The violin playing went with the singing, mixing on some divine level, and then blessed Ryou's ears. The skill this man showed was amazing and Ryou could feel his emotion, this was a story not a song, a memory not a story.
"Your awake" The singing stopped and the boy fixed his large blue eyes on Ryou, it was uncomfortable those eyes dug into your mind, they made you feel like little spiders were crawling in your head. Tickling, it was the best word he could think of.
"We should bring him to master" the violin player said nodding at the door, he also was watching Ryou closely though. Ryou liked the blond better then he like the singer; he could feel warmth from him, there was something there. Unlike the other who felt like there was just something missing, even if Ryou couldn't think of what it might be.
"But I want to talk to him first" thankfully blue eyes moved away from Ryou and he breathed deeply, both seemed to notice this and look at him again. Ryou shivered and looked away wondering why it was so cold in here; it was like a morgue. Neither of them seemed to be bothered a bit by the cold, in fact they seemed fine in their unusual clothing; that also made Ryou feel like he stuck out, he wore a simple dark grey tee shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans.
"Well talk then, I don't want master mad at us" the blond sighed and smiled at the small raven-haired boy. Ryou was confused, what was he doing here again? He vaguely remembered a person and a bed but that was about it. Who could this master be?
"Hello, what are you doing here?" The boy in a dress was now taking to him, and from the dissatisfied noise the other made, he didn't approve of the boy being so blunt.
"I- I don't really know" Ryou stammered, he really felt uncomfortable when those sea blue eyes focused on him, and it was the truth; he did not know why he was here.
"Who are you?" there was something there, there had to be a reason that this little one seemed so guarded, so annoyed. Ryou flinched, and received a look of pity form the other.
"My name is Ryou," He said looking at his sneakers.
"I am Jounnichi," the blond said with a smile,
"You may call me Mokuba" The raven-haired boy held his skirt and bowed; silence fell over the room. Ryou found it awkward and wanted nothing more then to break it, but he could think of no proper questions to ask the two. To his rescue a knock at the door caught all their attention. A head poked in, platinum blond hair and light purple eyes.
"Master wants to see you, Mokuba, Jou" the intruder smiled, "I'll watch our guest"