WHO0HT! I posted teh sequel to Treasure! Now, If you havent read that yet, go and read it like the nice little potential reviews you are.. -bats eyelashes- You are all so sexy, and Bakura and Ryou, and Malik want all of you... -greasegrease-
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so dont ya dare sue... This plot, however, is welcomed to be borrowed. I you write a fic similar to this, then please tell me in a review, and I shall read it XDDD
It was a cold morning. The night had –as usual- been cloudless and clear, and the cold had seeped through the ground, into a certain underground cave.
Ryou shivered, curling closer into the warm body at his side, and snuggling under the thick blankets, but unable to return to his sleep. He sighed, withdrawing a snowy head from the velvet blankets, and blushed. He was lying right beside Bakura, -who, by the way, was wearing nothing- and had wrapped his arms and legs around him, resting his head against his tanned chest. Ryou gasped, pulling himself away, and throwing on some clothes, still blushing furiously.
That was happening more and more often. Ryou would get cold, and wake up wrapped around the tomb robber. He sighed, walking into the main room, and lighting the fire. That was sort of his job around here, light the fire and get some food ready for Bakura. Not that he minded.
He gratefully spread his palms up against the hot flames, feeling the feeling of warmth rush over him. Shaking his long mane of silvery hair into some state of order, he combed it out gently with his fingers, remembering…
Six years. It had been six years since Ryou had been rescued from the grand house by Bakura, and he loved every moment of it. Sure, the thief had some bad days, when he would be very angry, snapping and yelling at Ryou, but they were a rarity. Usually, if the two were alone together, there was merely a warm, comfortable silence between the pair that could not be explained. Whenever Bakura went out somewhere, Ryou often joined him, but occasionally, he would go on his own, and the child would be at the house by himself for a few days. He felt a strange feeling of loneliness then, and he didn't like it, but he knew that there were things Bakura had to do on his own.
"Hey." A familiar harsh voice, slightly fuzzy with sleep interrupted Ryou from his reminiscent thoughts. The child spun around, smiling.
"Oh, Hey Bakura!" He said cheerfully, a smile on his innocent face. Bakura merely nodded, before sitting cross-legged opposite the child, gazing deep into his chocolate orbs.
He really was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Despite Bakuras pleas, Ryou had cut his hair, so it no longer fell to the small of his back, but was a few inches past his shoulders. His skin was as pale and creamy as ever, and his brown eyed seemed to have grown faster than the rest of him. He was twelve now, but being rather tall for his age, and still very thin, he looked around thirteen.
"Umm, you want some breakfast?" He asked, slightly fluttering his stunning white eyelashes. Bakura nodded, a strange feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He pushed it away, gratefully accepting the wooden bowl Ryou offered him.
"I have to go today." He said, a few minutes later, breaking the warm silence. "Alone."
Ryou looked up, hurt evident in his warm chocolate eyes.
"B-But you just got here again." He whispered to the thief, who wouldn't look at him. "Please stay…" Bakura shook his head, handing him the now empty bowl. Ryous shoulders slumped, as he bowed his head, tears prickling the back of his eyes.
"I have to get ready now." Bakura said abruptly, standing up and leaving. Ryou swallowed, blinking away the tears burning in the back of his eyes.
A few hours later, Ryou was sitting alone by the dying fire. He had bathed, changing into a simple long robe and sandals, and was now squeezing the excess water out of his hair. Bakura had shortly said he would be back in around a week, and that Ryou was not to –under any circumstances- leave the cave. He seemed.. distracted, nervous…
Ryou froze. Was it him, or did he just hear a noise? Holding his breath, he listened keenly for any sound, his heart pounding.
Then, he heard it. Raucous laughter, right above him. Ryou whimpered, holding his breath. Not daring to move, as he heard a shuffle of a rug, and the dull thud of someone walking down the stair. Ryou gasped, standing up and backing away. He could see a shadow looming….
A Soldier. Ryou screamed, frozen, as at least four more stomped into the cave, their eyes fixated on the child. Before Ryou could react, one seized his arms, pinning them behind his back. Ryou screamed in shock and pain, and began to sob.
"Wh-whats going on..." He managed to say to the other soldiers, who were currently rooting through the things, checking into the rooms.
"Not here." One reported shortly. 'Must have gotten wind we were coming."
"Shit!" The guard who held Ryou cursed, and the child winced. "The Pharaohs not going to be happy."
"What do we do about this one, then?' He tugged a lock of Ryou silvery hair, who cried out and bowed his head, trembling.
"This? Oh, its just Ryou. Probably Bakuras sex toy." Ryou stiffened.
"What? I never-"He was cut off by a sharp blow across the face. Ryou gasped, feeling his knees go limp.
"Shut the fuck up, and don't speak!" The soldier said menacingly. Ryou squeaked and fell silent as he was cuffed over the head again, before being roughly dragged upstairs.
Something wasn't right, Bakura knew it. Ali (His friend) was supposed to show hours ago. He swore softly, and turned to leave, when he heard a young voice call 'STOP!" and the pitter-patter of young feet.
"Bakura!" The thief spun around to see a familiar small girl in long black hair and raggedy clothes, looking out of breath.
"Aliya, Whats wrong?" He asked the child, concerned as she doubled over with her hands on her knees, struggling to regain her breath.
"Soldiers!" She said desperately. "It was Ali, He told them where you lived for a load of gold… They'll have ransacked the place by now!"
Bakura swore loudly, causing the people in a seven-foot-radius to frown at him. The thief just snarled at them, before biting his lip and heading back towards his hideout.
"No!" Aliya yelled, tugging on the thief's powerful arm. "You idiot, there probably soldiers crawling all over the place, you'll get caught in a second!"
"But Ryou…" Bakura said, punching a random wall. A long spidery crack appeared, making the small girl wince.
"He's gone Bakura… they took him, I'm so sorry.." She looked away from the thief, who was standing stock still, his hands clenching and unclenching compulsively.
"That Bastard…" Bakura said in a low, venomous tone. "Hes going to regret this, that twisted, sadistic, phyco-"
"Hey, watch it, you're describing yourself now!" Aliya said, attempting to lighten the mood. Bakura rolled his eyes, before leaning against the now cracked wall, and sank down.
"Fuck. What the fuck do I do now Aliya? I swore I'd protect him! Fuck that Pharaoh!" He leaned back and closed his eyes. A sick feeling of hopelessness and pain had washed over him. He couldn't believe this was happening. Ryou. His Angel, his friend, gone….
Ryou at that moment was in a terrible state. The small cell he had been imprisoned in was filthy and cold, and his hands and feet were chained together so he could barely move properly. He sat, huddled in the corner of the jail with his head bowed, his long silvery hair hiding his tear-stained face.
Oh, Ra, what am I going to do? He thought desperately to himself, trembling from cold and fear. Bakura has to save me, he has to…he just has to. Hed never leave me like this. Bakura, help me, please…
A sharp clang on the bars snapped Ryou out of his panicked torpor. He whimpered, curling even further into the cell as the door was opened and a palace guard walked in. Ryou whimpered, hiding his head in his hands, using the old "I I don't see him, he cant see me" trick. The guard smirked, dragging Ryou up by his long silvery locks, who yelped as he struggled to find his footing.
"Get going!" He snarled at Ryou, who trembled, and obeyed, sometimes stumbling as he was pushed sharply in the back out of the cell, and down a long corridor. The carpets here were very fine, and there were rich looking tapestries on the alabaster walls. Ryou looked around in amazement at the finery that rivaled Bakuras, a sinking feeling in his heart. He knew where he was going, who he was going to see. And he didn't like it.
A rich pair of double doors opened, and Ryou was pushed inside. The guard followed, bowing very deeply. Ryou gasped, as he gazed at the Pharaoh and the High Priest, standing before him. The small child whimpered, withdrawing into himself as he wrapped his thin arms around his slight frame and looked down.
"On your knees!" The guard behind him barked. Ryou bit his lip, trying to bow, but his legs just weren't working… The guard growled, hitting his shoulder hard with the butt of his spear. Ryou yelped, sinking to his knees, and looking at the ground, fresh tears welling up in his eyes.
Seth was astonished at this beauty that was crouched on the floor. He had never seen anyone so fair and innocent before. He was overcome with a strange feeling he couldn't place, shoving it deep down until later.
"So you are Ryou…" Atemu gazed at the small boy, who nodded, not meeting the gaze of the others.
"I understand you have been living with that… Tomb Robber, Bakura." The Pharoah spat the name as thought it was poisonous. Ryou winced, and nodded.
"And I understand you have accompanied said thief on illegal activities, making you yourself a thief, punishable by death." Atemu said this with such finality in his voice, Ryou gasped, looking up, and into his eyes.
Seth felt a pang when he looked into those pain-ridden eyes, and looked away, as he felt a small shiver pass through him.
"N-No.. I-I was with Bakura because he protected me!" Ryou said tearfully, his slight shoulders shaking. "I-I mean look at me, I would never make it on my own!' He bowed his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. Atemu was not merciful, however.
"Take him back into the cells." He said in his authorative voice. "He will be executed tomorrow at sunset." Ryou let out a strangled cry as he was hoisted roughly back on his feet, speech failing him as he simply mouthed the words, looking like a fish out of water.
Seths eyes widened as he gazed upon the distraught child, before looking away. He had to stop this execution.
Because he… wanted Ryou…
Bear with me, I know where this is going...