Behind
Blue Eyes – by Ashford2ashford Disclaimers:
Rating: PG-13
Pairing (s): Ryou/Bakura (love/hate), Malik/Ryou (cute), Seto? (We don't know who he'll shack up with!)
Timeline: no set timeline. Timeline stories are hard to do for someone who likes alternate realities. If any timeline, it's set after the Egyptian arc. But what's Bakura doing back? Or is he back? You just don't know do you?
AN: No flames please. Only good, honest, critical comments. If you don't like the pairings, or anything to do with Yugioh, then don't read it. It's as simple as that. I know it seems harsh, but at least I get my point across.
Summary: After the torture
of the previous events in Yugioh, everyone seems to have settled
down. Most of the characters are about 19-20-years-old and are in
University, Seto Kaiba included…
But all is not well in the
unsettled mind of Kaiba. Unable to get the visions that he denied out
of his head, unable to stop picturing the beautiful Kisara, and
unable to feel the same way about his blue eyes white dragon as he
did, his mind is restless, but as he sees the different couples going
about their everyday life, he begins to wonder if he will ever be
able to settle as they have done…especially when all of them lost
so much in so little time…
…
…
Behind
Blue Eyes
Chapter One – Millennium…
…
Another
day to get wasted and another time to drink until you dropped, that
was how he perceived University as. His long coat flapped in the wind
as he moved, slowly and confidently, with long strides and an air of
the uptight businessman he was at heart inside him. Brown hair blew
in the wind, blown over his face, over his nose, mouth, and over
those eyes. The eyes that were a cobalt blue; cold as steel, yet with
a certain hurt inside them that made one think of a lost soul…
Those
eyes were focused and keen, wanting nothing more than to follow the
clear path to the doors of the University, the limousine sound
drifting off as the car pulled away behind him, all of his senses
tuned into the surroundings, as he often did. A briefcase dangled in
one strong hand – though not filled with documents and contracts as
it normally was known to – filled with books on science, English,
math, and law, filled with notepads and revision guides, filled with
pencil cases full of nicely kept stationary, and filled with
cards…duel monster cards…
He turned into the main
courtyard of the large stretch of land, beginning the most arduous
part of the journey, the part that really made the hair on the back
of his neck stand on end, a routine made of this journey. Trying to
keep his eyes ahead, yet failing, he glanced over at the vision of
beauty that sat upon the fountain in the courtyard; clutching text
books and looking as airy and as approachable as he ever could. Long
white hair blowing in the wind, gentle as ever, pale skin exposed to
the summer sun, a striped vest that was one a t-shirt his protection,
and those blue jeans with the white trainers he never got rid of for
years…
It was Ryou Bakura. Someone who the blue-eyed teen had
barely acknowledged before, until he became an opponent under the
control of – he shook his head.
It was dream…a dream…it
always had been…nothing that beautiful could be that evil…
The
white-haired, hazel-eyed boy turned in the sunlight and then took a
lollipop out of his mouth and raised one hand in a wave. The blue
eyes widened, and the stance faltered for a second. He prayed that
the wave wasn't for him…maybe for Ryou's friends or for his
boyfriend for god's sake – Ryou had since been relaxing in the
comfortable and capable hands of Malik Ishtar, and of course was
indeed gay – but fate wasn't willing to let the blue eyes get
their own way; not as the petal soft voice drifted into his ears,
supposed to be deep with puberty, but remaining as gentle and
melodious as before.
"Seto! Seto Kaiba! Hel-I mean, konnichiwa!" Ryou, British by birth and nature still struggled with the finer points of Japanese, and it didn't help that Malik was Egyptian and understood English more than Japanese, but spoke Japanese anyway, and – it was too confusing!
Seto turned, his blue eyes showing a sign of hesitance for once, and waved back, wondering what it was he was doing. He forced a smile to appear on his face and felt his stomach knot over once, twice, when Ryou motioned for him to come over to the fountain. Where was a gunman behind a grassy knoll when you needed one?
"Konnichiwa, Bakura-san." Seto was always the formal one, only because he hadn't really had that many experiences with the younger male, "What is it? Something wrong?"
He cursed his terrible luck when Ryou
shook his head.
"No, Kaiba-sama. Not at all. I just…well…I
wanted to say hello." Bakura shifted uneasily in his seated
position, looking up at the taller male with an uncomfortable
expression, "The-there's nothing wrong with that is there?"
He
looked worried. Typical of the boy really. Always scared of offending
someone.
"Of course not." Kaiba's tone relaxed, as did Ryou, and the tall CEO of Kaiba Corporation sat down beside him on the fountain, dressed in a plain white suit he had taken to wearing for University only. Ryou shifted to allow more room and then smiled gently, the lollipop back in his mouth where Seto felt it belonged.
"We don't see much of you these days,
Kaiba-sama." Ryou's gaze was locked on Seto's, gentle hazel
locked on steely blue.
Kaiba raised an eyebrow, "We?"
Ryou
continued, "We! You know, Yugi-kun, Jounouchi-kun, Malik-kun,
Honda-kun, Anzu-chan, and Otogi-san? We haven't seen you!"
"Didn't
think you all hung around with each other still."
"Friendships
may dwindle, but they don't fade. We don't see much of Otogi.
He's in America on his Dungeon Dice Campaign. It's making a lot
of money I believe. I'm happy for him.
"Honda-kun is always
out on his motorbike with his girlfriend Miho! We don't actually
see each other an awful lot, but I'm sure we're all still
friends!
"Anzu-chan is in America too! She occasionally visits
here. She's attending her dance classes daily and even won an award
in a dance competition! I think she'll do well with her career if
she keeps pursuing it! I'm so glad she got far! I liked her a lot
when I first met her!
"Of course I see Yugi-kun and
Jounouchi-kun every day at college and I always sleep with Malik-kun
and – oh. I'm sorry. Am I talking too much?"
Seto smiled and
shook his head, "Not at all, Bakura-san. Tell me, how is the puppy
these days?"
"The puppy? Oh wait, you mean Jounouchi right?
(Seto nodded) Oh, he's great! He's doting on Shikuza-chan all the
time! It's so cute seeing brother and sister getting along so well!
I think he's got the hots for someone in this University, but he
won't admit to it! I know the look of love and lust, though. Who
does he think he's fooling? God! He makes it so blatantly
obvious!
"Anyway, Seto-sama, how are you? I forgot to ask. I got
caught up in my talking. Awful habit of mine…"
Kaiba leaned back and smiled gently, listening to Ryou's British tone showing in his Japanese dialect – every word spoken with such gentleness and precision. Talking to the white-haired male seemed to be more relaxing these days; Seto couldn't actually believe that Ryou had the balls to shout him over…very brave of the other male.
"Me? Busy, as always. I haven't had time to breathe,
let alone talk like this with you."
Ryou suddenly looked
startled, "Oh! Oh dear! If – If I'm keeping you Seto-sama
–"
Seto shook his head, "No, no, no. It's quite alright,
Bakura-san. It's nice to relax. I was only coming in early to have
some quiet reading time to myself. My lessons don't actually start
until eleven. It's a nice change actually spending some time with
people like you, Bakura-san. I'm glad of the company."
Seto's
eyes darted to the gates of the courtyard and a soft frown appeared
on his face; more a look of disappointment than anger. Another teen
had entered the area, one who would spoil this nice conversation
surely. It was Malik Ishtar. The dreamy-eyed Egyptian with that
beautiful all over tan, and that sandy-coloured hair flowing about
his shoulders (since moving to Japan, he had refused to cut it in an
attempt to catch up with Ryou) like an actor in a shojo-romance
movie. He was a little taller than Ryou, and his muscles had toned
out nicely in the past few years, his black vest ever present over
his torso, and those sandy coloured combat trousers with the over
larger pockets on each leg still hugging his nicely muscled legs. His
fingers brushed his hair gently; those long fingers that Seto could
only imagine were always brushing Ryou's skin.
His lavender
gaze settled on Ryou, and then Seto and the other teen made his way
over to the pair by the fountain.
Sharply, Seto rose.
"I
must be going, Bakura-san. It has been a pleasure talking with you…"
Before the white-haired male could answer to this, Seto was gone;
almost at the same time Malik reached Ryou, and gave his lover a
gentle brush of lips against lips, Seto stiffening in jealousy as
they did so.
They had been going strong since the end of the
fiasco with the cards and the gods and – Seto hated even thinking
about it. Simply put, there was a connection between the two. Both
had been through the same thing. Their darker halves had enslaved
their emotions, and captured their hearts, trapping both in darkness,
and making their bodies tools of a five-thousand-year-old hatred.
Before, they had only shared gentle glances in the Battling City, had
used each other and their darker halves, and had been used in return,
but once they were free, once Malik decided to live a life in Japan
after Egypt itself became a prison to him, both had sort of drifted
together like driftwood.
Both had a story to tell, and both were
willing to listen. They had hit it off perfectly and instantly. Both
were a contrast to each other, they looked like opposites, they liked
different things, but they were perfect for each other – opposites
attracting out of their romantic sides and their past experiences.
They never spoke of the events that took place over two years ago,
and in turn they were happy.
How could they find such happiness?
After all they'd been though?
Seto Kaiba
shook his head and sighed, unable to settle his ever working mind. He
wondered if he could have an experience like that and still become
happy with someone. Malik's experience had been one of fighting for
control, but Ryou's had been a completely different ball game.
Bakura – that was the name they had given his 'other side' due
to Ryou being one half of his name and Bakura being the extreme case
of the other – had been able to appear in a physical form due to
the astonishing power of the Sennen Ring; an artefact of power that
spanned over thousands of years, the presumed strongest of seven
items. He had been Ryou's first, as in sexual first, and had
certainly not been the last. The Yami/Hikari relationship they shared
was abuse from the dark unto the light…and still…Ryou managed to
form a relationship with someone.
Seto doubted he himself could.
It would hurt too much in his mind. Having your purity stolen by the
demon of a thief that Bakura was…Seto would find it hard to live,
let alone start again; start a new with the once evil Hikari of the
Battle City. In some cases, Ryou Bakura was inspiration to the
weakest of people, the 'light' at the end of the tunnel of
'darkness' so to speak.
Here was Seto Kaiba. Unable to move on after seeing…her. He stopped suddenly, hearing Malik and Ryou talking behind him, both calling him over again, and then felt tears trickling down the side of his face, a pale face and beautiful white hair moving into his memory. That's who Ryou reminded him of. That's why he felt connected to the younger teen. All he need was to place blue eyes and a woman's face and she would be there instead of Ryou…
Kisara…
Why?
Why now?
The
might of the Blue Eyes White Dragon as it's wings spread in
victory, the roar of glory and triumph echoing out into the night,
the sheer beauty of the large wingspan, the crushing claws and the
row of gleaming white teeth, making my blood stir within my body, as
though both she and I were connected at that very moment. The blood
stirred more so and I closed my eyes, imagining my vision to be
behind her blue eyes, behind blue eyes, behind blue eyes, behind blue
eyes… My dreams they are as empty,
As my conscience
seems to be…
Ryou Bakura and Malik Ishtar.
"Are
you alright?"
"Seto? Set-oooooooo!
Konnichi-waaaaa!"
"Malik-kun! Stop that! I'm sure he's
just spaced out."
"He hasn't moved in five minutes, and
people are staring!"
"Malik-kun! NO!"
"This'll move
him."
"OW!" Kaiba felt a jolt of electric pain run all
the way up from his shin to his brain, and he doubled over and
clutched at his ankle in agony. Apparently, new fact learned, Malik
had steel toecaps to his boots, "YOU LITTLE – OW!"
Malik
stepped back, more proud than scared of Seto, "See? Always
works!"
"Oh dear." Ryou was knelt by Seto now, his beautiful
fingers brushing the material of Seto's suit (Seto could feel him
through the fabric) and his pale face showing concern, "Seto-sama!
Are you alright? I'm so sorry…I'm really sorry! I'm
–"
"It's…not…your…fault…"
Kaiba's hand was on Ryou's now, and both male's hearts jumped a mile at the contact due to the unexpectedness of it. In reality, Ryou blamed himself for everything that happened, and often apologised for Malik's antics instead of him own – a habit that Seto felt irritated him somewhat.
Seto stood and shot a pained glance at Malik, "Thank you, Ishtar-san. That was much needed to wake me from my daze…"
Malik smiled, happy to have helped, not getting any hints at sarcasm or anger, "No problem, Kaiba-sama! Anything to help!"
"Now then," Seto continued, "If you don't
mind, I have to go to the library. I need to read up on
something."
With that he hobbled away, still feeling Ryou's
touch on his arm, like a burn mark left on
skin…
…
…
Ashford2ashford: before you
all light the torches let me explain! It's not a Seto/Ryou story
just yet! That's for all you to decide! It's just a feeling
people get if they're lonely! So, ahem, hope you all enjoyed it! I
think this is one of the best pieces written, and in RPG's I play
in, this is the scenario that it goes along at the moment – the
University scenario.
Anyways, please, please, please, R & R
this one, not just read it, because I really need the input on this
one with a suggestion on who should pair up with whom! It's a vote
as well as a story! Input needed!
Thanks!