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Chapter 2: Flight
Yami opens the door to his brothers room. Walking on in there, he looks around to tell Bakura to wait outside until he knows that Atem's in there instead of somewhere else. Walking further into the room, he elicits a cry when he feels his hair being pulled. Peering up, he sees that it's Atem. Although he expects to see him here considering it's his room and all.
Walking in behind him, Bakura narrows his eyes ever so slightly, extracting Yami from Atem's grip, "I'd advise you to not do that again... Take that . as whatever you will."
"Yami is not yours, but my blood and DNA. Your brother, sorry to say, is dead," says Atem with a frown.
"Actually, yes, he is... Your father has given him to me," he retorts before he places a blade at Atem's throat. "What the fuck have you done to Akefia?"
Pushing Bakura away, he explains to the thief, "Guards came in and took advantage. When I entered, he bled to death."
Rage boils in his veins, glaring daggers at Atem, "You will pay one day, you bastard. Yami, come, we'll leave."
Akefia? He tries with the connection, desperately trying to go through with it because he sure as hell doesn't want to beleive one of his few remaining people of family has gone.
There is no reply on the other end. Only the cold, bitter, darkness of silence greets him. Curling his lip in agitation, he clenches his fists at his sides. The urge to take care of this business now does rise to the forefront of his mind, but he knows that he can't afford to be caught here when he has Ryou and Amane to look after. Storming out of there, Bakura grabs Yami's hand. The thought of a death on his hands trembles down to his own core. The two manage to barely escape the palace. Exiting there, he takes the amber-eyed male with him. Knowing that Ryou and Amane are still with the Ishtar's, he knows where to go from here. it won't be a short journey, but he doesn't want to let the tears fall no matter how badly they prick at the corners of his eyes. The loss is great after having had already had so much pass on the sands.
"B-Bakura," says Yami in a very low whisper, afraid to speak to receive a snap at
"It's ok. You can speak freely," he assures, feeling utter defeat at losing Akefia.
"A-Are you okay?" Is all he asks, feeling unsure of what else he can say to ease the heavy burden Bakura carries on his shoulders.
"No, of course I'm not. How can I be? Only Ryou, Amane, and I live. It's all my fault I couldn't save Akefia in time," replies Bakura with a little raw emotion breaking through, sighing in frustration as he looks down. "Let's just get to the Ishtar's. I don't want us to get caught out here."
Yami stops to pull Bakura into a tight hug. Stiffening a little at first, Bakura then relaxes. it does bother him why he lets his guard down someone suppoedly an enemy. Though he can see how Yami is treated that causes him to rethink of how people in the palace regard one another. It makes Bakura think that Yami is kind of like him and his siblings with how he's viewed as a street rat instead of someone belonging in a palace. With a little reluctance, he wraps his arms around him, returning the hug before they need to part . from one another.
"Thank you," he says quietly, still unsure of these feelings he has. "Come on because of this one man, let's keep moving now."
Yami nods, continuing to follow Bakura since he's leading the way. The two walk for several hours until the sun begins to lower underneath the horizon. They reach the tombs just as dusk descends. Going down below through a hidden door, they go down a set of stone steps before getting to the bottom of them. Once there, Bakura leads the way to the Ishtar home.
"Ryou? Amane?" calls out Bakura.
"Big brother?" Responds the feminine voice of his younger sister.
"Indeed. It is I," confirms Bakura, feeling at ease to hear their voices.
Ryou and Amane run to him though they both don't see Akefia, causing them to ask him, "Where's Akefia?"
"Listen, I have some bad news," he says, adopting a rare gentle tone as he doesn't want them to feel too taken aback about this, glancing over at Yami though.
Ryou whimpers, "He's dead, isn't he?"
"Akefia has died I'm afraid," he says grimly. "But I have someone I brought back with me. His older brother is the one who killed Akefia. Yami is someone we can trust. The entire palace including his father and brother view him with malice. This one will be valuable to keep on our side."
Yami feels heat rush to his cheeks as he looks at them. He smiles softly, starting to talk to them. It appears to the silver haired male that the trio are getting along nicely enough. It puts at ease something that has been on his mind.
()()()()()
I hate how you lied to my brother and took away my connection with him," groans out Akefia at Atem as he tries to cover his broken body.
"You wanted to die anyway," says Atem nonchalantly. "Besides, my brother is off somewhere with your own. So, we both have lost something although Yami holds little value to me."
"You didn't have to fucking send guards to do this to me, dumbass!" Shouts out Akefia, wincing in pain from his lungs at the strain.
"Perhaps, but guards do it better than I can," shrugs Atem, giving him a guarded stare.
Akefia glares daggers at him before averting his gaze away from him. There are no further words he can spare with someone who won't see to reason. It does disappoint him how someone like this can become so blinded to their own pride and aspirations to care little for their own kin. It doesn't matter to Atem. Staring at him in disdain, It takes little effort for him to tell that he isn't as strong as he claims to be.
Akefia, with his hands behind him, starts to work at the chains with the pin, "What are your plans?"
"That will be telling if I even give you any information," says Atem simply as if it's common sense.
"Excuse me?" Scowls Akefia in disbelief at what he's hearing.
"Do we recall an echo?" he asks offhandedly.
Akefia scoffs, "I hope your family rots in hell."
"Perhaps we will for our mistakes, but it happens all in due course," shrugs Atem, paying no heed to it that much.
Akefia sighs, rubbing his now free hands to stand up, grabbing the chains, "Probably, but now I'm going to deal with you."
"We'll see," he smirks, finding amusement in his struggles.
Akefia smirks back before he gives his battle cry. Running right towards Atem. Stepping to the side, he grabs his wrist to pull him to the ground. to see him struggle is amusing to him to say the least. Indeed being the next in line for the throne means he can't show an ounce of mercy to anyone; especially his enemies. Akefia winces slightly before growling at the prince. Pinning him down, he puts the restraints back on him though a little tighter. it doesn't matter to him if this man lives or dies. He knows fairly well enough that the guards and/or his father will find someone better up for the task of being his. Every prince does require someone to be by their side. Though if this one isn't up for it then he guesses that he will have to find someone else.
"I have business to attend to. You stay here. Try to stay alive, will you? Then again, I'm sure you'll pass away while I'm gone anyway. Still, it'll be amusing if you're still here when I'm back to play. If not, then you can easily be replaced."
()()()()()
Meanwhile, back in the tombs, everyone seems ok with Yami in their company. Bakura has given Ryou, Amane, Marik, Malik, and Yugi the whole story of what has happened in the palace. While here he does notice that Yami stays close to him. It does perk his interest as to why, but he doesn't question it outrightly.
"I'm back," says Yugi as he carries Solomon
"Oh good," sighs Ryou in releif, hurrying over to begin healing him after Yugi sets him down on a small cot. "I'll do what I can."
"Thanks," says Yugi as he pants lightly, having been running all the way from him to return here shortly enough.
"Anytime," he gives a small smile, having a gentle glow of warmth coming off of his hands, working on this for several hours until he's done. "Ok, he'll be fine. All he needs is some rest now."
Sitting down in a heap, he feels fatigue wash over him. it has taken about five to six hours until he finally at last finishes up doing this. the illness isn't an easy thing to get rid of. Though at least he's done what he has promised.
"Rest," says Amane firmly to Ryou, seeing him trying to hide his yawns from her.
"Why?" pouts Ryou, not wanting to sleep yet.
"Because you need your energy," replies Amane simply, knowing that he can be a handful when he protests about sleeping.
"But I'm not tired," he tries to hide another yawn.
Amane glares at her brother lightly, "Really? Do I honestly have to tell you again?"
"Fine, fine, I'll go sleep," holding up his hands in surrender, Ryou goes to lie down though grabs Yugi's hand before going there.
Yugi tilts his head ever so slightly as he turns around, "Ryou?"
"Lie with me?" he asks with a hopeful look.
Yugi smiles softly, "Alright."
"Thanks," he settles down, pulling Yugi to his side.
Yugi nods as he pulls Ryou to his chest, holding him close to him. The warmth they share between them oddly enough lulls Ryou to drift off. It's not long after until he falls asleep in his arms. Snoring lightly, he feels content with being so close to him like this. Yugi chuckles lightly before he too falls asleep. Amane goes to her cot to lie down, hoping everything will be alright. At least her two brothers are still alive. Though it does weigh on her heart with how much they have lost.
()()()()()
Meanwhile, while the Ishtar's are in their room, leaves Bakura with Yami being the only two still awake. Sleep is not something the newly turned Thief King allows, finding it a weakness he can't afford to give into. Flicking his gaze over at the princeling, he wonders what he must be feeling and thinking about all of this.
Yami looks up at Bakura with a bit of a flush to his cheeks, "What's on your mind?"
"I can ask you the same thing," counters Bakura, sitting down beside him. "Are you ok with all of this?"
Shrugging, he looks down at his hands, "I..i never thought my brother would kill. I'm so sorry."
"He's the next in line to become Pharaoh. He's not allowed to show weakness. I thought I'd be able to save him, but it's all my fault. Damn it, if I had been quicker...or stayed...maybe he'd still be here," sighs Bakura in frustration, clenching his fists in his lap.
Yami hugs him once more, burying his face in his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps an arm around him. Touchy feely emotions aren't his best thing. Though he doesn't mind after he stiffens initially to eventually relax a little.
"You need to cry..even for a minute,," pipes up Yami to break the silence between them.
"No, it shows weakness," he whispers, a distant look in those ruby depths of his though he doesn't push Yami away.
Yami looks up to sigh softly, "If you don't cry then you will have issues of health to deal with. I don't want that to happen."
"Why do I need to cry over people I can't get back?" he asks somberly. "Ther'es no point in it."
"Because they don't want you to also die," argues Yami, having a good point there.
"I won't die because I don't cry," sighs Bakura, finding this pointless though will appease him he guesses. "It's useless to cry over things that you can't control."
Yami looks down, feeling a little troubled about this, "O-Ok…"
"My health will be fine. Don't worry about me," says Bakura simply.
Yami pulls away to walk out of there. Bakura decides to get up to follow after him. The last thing he wants is to be alone out there during the evening hours. Yami sniffles as he gazes up into the starry night, wiping his eyes to wrap his arms around himself. Walking up behind him, Bakura remains quiet in his steps as he surveys him. Tentatively, he wraps his arms around him.
Yami turns around to look at him, "It'll help you mentally. If you don't...it shows your weakness to me."
Sighing, he asks, "If I don't do this will you not trust me?"
Yami turns back around to shrug, "I don't know yet."
"Fine," he allows a few tears to fall, but that's it. "Happy now?"
Yami sighs again, shaking his head at him, "Now you feel extreme sadness. What's the point of crying for seconds if it's going to make you worse?"
"Look, I don't understand this touchy feely shit," snaps Bakura. "that's all I can do. If tha'ts not good enough then I'm going back inside. Be there when you're done sulking out here."
Yami winces at the snap, flinching when Bakura moves away. This makes him think that he might be going to get hit. When he realizes Bakura just backs away in a huff, the silver haired man storms back inside of the housing place. It effectively leaves Yami out there to gaze at the stars on his own. Letting go of his years as his past haunts him, he hopeds that Bakura won't be like those people. Well, when and if he spends more time around him then he'll find out. A couple hours later, Yami walks back inside. Once in there, Bakura pulls him down to lie beside him. This is where he'll have to stay for now that he thinks and has the impression that his oldest brother has passed away. It still weighs heavily upon him his failure. Yami wraps his arms around Bakura before shortly after falling fast asleep.
()()()()
The next day, everyone wakes up. It doesn't seem as if the mood has changed at all. Life goes on they all guess. Though it does feel empty without Akefia here with them. Staying in hiding isn't something Bakura likes, but understands it's necessary. Yami looks over at Bakura to poke him in the side, hoping this might work to gain his attention.
"Hmm, what?" he asks, still trying to get awake though his eyes are a bit bloodshot.
Yami gives him a bowl of something, "Um..i made you this."
"Oh?" he sniffs at it, being hit by an array of pleasing smells.
"I-it's a stew I learned how to make on my own since no one gave me food," explains Yami quietly.
"I see," he sniffs it again, bringing it to his lips to drink, finding it quite flavorful as he sets it down when he's done. "You learn well on your own then."
"Thanks. As I said before, no one really took care of me," admits yami, looking down a little at the memories resurfacing when talking about this.
"Until now," smirks Bakura, eyeing him intently.
Yami pouts at this, but he does smile too, "Y-Yeah, I suppose you're right."
"What skills do you have? Do you know how to fight and use magic?" he prompts, having not had time earlier to question him properly.
"well, I know magic. My brother and father sell me to the nobles…. So, I know about what the gypsies do I guess," shrugs Yami, feeling uncomfortable talking about this as the shame and guilt bible up in his chest.
Grabbing his chin, Bakura lifts it, "You need to make a living somehow. I know of the gypsies. They're very kind to our family. Don't find shame in it. find pride that you can use your body as a weapon."
Yami blinks a few times to nod before he turns to being afraid, "Please don't sell me to your enemies…"
"Don't be foolish," scowls Bakura at hearing this. "You're too valuable to sell."
"How so?" Demands Yami to know, studying his face with a little suspicion.
"Because you belong to me obviously," he replies simply as if it's common sense. "I don't sell what's mine."
Yami gives a small smile to nod, "O-Oh, ok then."
"Good," he gives a slight smile, releasing him from his grasp. "Well, I help Ryou and Amane spar from time to time. Perhaps you can find it helpful as well."
Yami shrugs, "I-I kind of want to practice my body as a weapon…"
Chuckling lightly, he gives a smirk to him, "Well, you know how to seduce, right? Using yoru body as a weapon is using hand to hand combat. But you can cause someone to drop their guard or become distracted if you promise them something for their time."
"Atem told me that. I did that on him so I can try to escape but that didn't end too well.," Yami says as he holds his back as if from a past injury of sorts.
"You need more practice then," murmurs the ruby-eyed male at this, guessing it'll take some time. "He's not coming here for you. So, it's best to put him out of your mind."
Hesitantly, he nods, "A-Alright, if you say so."
"Good, you better be," he stands up a bit, stretching to relieve any sitffness in his body. "So, show me what you can do."
Yami feels his cheeks heating up, turning them a light shade of crimson, "Now?"
"Why? do you need some prep time or something?" shrugs Bakura, wondering what the problem is.
Yami nods, "These clothes won't help unless you want to be highly uncomfortable."
"Well, let's go outside then," grabbing his hand, he takes him to a training grounds a bit aways from the others. "Strip now if you want. We're in a private spot."
Sighing in releif, Yami gives a slight nod. . Blushing he quickly takes off his clothes to reveal his suit that he always wears. It reveals most of his parts and barely holds his member. Examining his physique closely, he eyes Yami appreciably. Indeed he does have a valuable one on his hands. Looking at him intently, he implores him to go on instead of just standing there. Yami sees this to release a breath. As he closes his eyes to prepare himself for what he's going to do. Opening them again has it now being the moment or never. He walks to Bakura to wrap his arms around him, jumping up to coil his legs around him. With his body so close, he presses against him, not really one ot hold back. Though apart from that he makes no other movement. Observing, he wants to see what Yami is capable of. Yami gives a small and gentle smile, reassuring of Bakura any bad feelings He lifts a hand to gently strokes his cheeks as he whispers seductively to Bakura on what he's going to do to him along with how he's going to react and do as well. Yami shivers as he moves against Bakura as he talks.
It does please him on this, parting from him when he's seen enough, "That'll suffice."
Yami gives a pout, "Why?"
"Show me how you are with magic," says Bakura, remaining stoic though he does find Yami to be quite adorable though he'll never admit such a thing aloud.
"well, Atem has only showed me how to use this. I self taught. I think I have human magic instead of dark or light," replies Yami, feeling a bit afraid of using it. "I-I killed with it…"
"Everyone kills for survival," he doesn't bat an eyelash at this. "Show me."
Yami sighs to give a slight nod at him, but he dresses himself first. Waiting, Bakura doesn't avert his gaze from him. it does give him some ideas of seeing him in such an attire. Though those will have their time to see the light of day. Right now, he wants to see what Yami is capable of before thinking of how he can train him to fend for himself in case something might happen. Once Yami finishes, he looks over at bakura to close his eyes again, reciting a spell under his breath. Bakura delves into his shade in case he might need to put up a shield. Having less control over one's magical capabilities is normal if someone hasn't had enough proper training with it. Yami starts to sweat as the light in his hands starts to grow larger and larger. It has him beginning to whimper in slight pain.
Casting a dispelling wave of darkness, Bakura tells him, "You have light magic. You weren't given proper training it seems... That damn Pharaoh doesn't take care of his children well... No matter as I will assist."
Yami pants as he nods, knowing this all too well. Falling onto his knees, he braces himself to hit onto the floor itself. Bakura catches him eftly in his grasp before he can faint onto the ground. The last thing he wants is there to be damage on him on his watch. Rummaging on his person with one hand, he brings out a slate band, putting it on one of Yami's wrists. It'll assist in controlling his magic for it work on his side rather than against him at all. Yami groans softly to snuggle into Bakura's chest to our almost like a cat.
"Heh, the band I've given you will channel your magic so it controls it to work for you," he explains, sitting down since Yami is still a little weakened by the mishap on his first try.
Yami opens his eyes, "have i hurt anyone?"
"No, not at all," reassures Bakura, having returned Yami's hands back to normal. "You do have light magic it seems."
"Oh," frowns Yami, though appreciate being given the information to know for certain what he has instead of continuing to question it.
"Yes, well, let's return now. I'm sure the others will want to sort out a plan," explains Bakura, helping Yami to his feet after letting him go from his grasp.
Heading back to where the others will be, Bakrua goes to speak with Malik while he leaves Yami with Ryou, Amane, Yugi, and Marik. The thought that the assasain will know more about what's a better place to be than here is on his mind. Besides, while the underground is a good place has him knowing this won't last forever as a safe haven for them.
"Hey, pineapple, we need to find somewhere else. Are you and your boyfriend ok with moving?" he asks, doubting this will work though it's worth a try.
Malik casts his gaze at Bakura to scowl, "Excuse me?"
"I'm talking to you. This place won't be safe forever," he clarifies, one of his brows twitching in annoyance.
"That's fine, but I called this place mine first," pouts Malik, being reluctant to leave it though he understands how this might prove to not be the safest place after a short while.
"I know that, Mal'. I just...worry," admits Bakura, trusting the assassin because of their shared past together with him and Akefia helping him out throughout the years to stay alive.
Malik glares before he sighs, "Fine, fine, I get it, Fluffy. Don't explain yourself anymore."
"Any suggestions?" he asks, ignoring the nickname though he figures he'll know somewhere else to go further away from the palace gates than this.
"There's a cave in a forest miles and miles away," says Malik thoughtfully. "There's also another cavern near by."
"we're better being out of the Pharaoh's view. The forest will work," nods Bakura, going to tell the others to get ready to move.
Malik agrees, knowing it'll be hard to say goodby to this place. Though he and marik decide it's best to leave anyway with how many bad memories this place holds for both of them. It takes a couple of hours, but eventually everyone is ready. They move out from the tombs to be away from anywhere near wehre the Pharaoh might oversee them. to stay out of hsi view is what Bakura feels will work best. Besides, something in him such as his instrincts tell him that it's necessary to ensure their safety. Suddenly, Yami shivers when he feels as if something or rather someone looks at him, causing him to dart his gaze around with his arms wrapping around himself.
Bakura puts a hand on his shoulder as he whispers, "What is it?"
"Something...is staring at me..," whispers back yami.
"Ignore it," replies the Thief King simply, having caught wind of it too. "We'll be out of the Pharaoh's grasp soon enough. it'll pass when we reach the forest."
Yami gives a slight nod, but lets out a yelp when an arrow grazes his arm making him bleed a trickle down his arm. Growling in anger, Bakura blasts a surge of his shade at the enemy that decides to hurt Yami. Ryou goes to tend to Yami's wounds, healing him, using a piece of his shirt to staunch the bleeding.
Yami pushes Ryou away when he's done, "Go!"
"A-Are you sure?" he asks in concern, having at least been able to patch him up.
"Bakura and I will try to fend them off, please go," says Yami as he pleads to him.
"Ok," Ryou looks at his older brother, locking gazes before turning to Yami. "You better keep him safe."
Scurrying off, he goes to join up with Amane, Marik, and Malik to run off towards the forest. Thus, leaves Bakura and Yami to fend off whoever is trying to stop them. Yami looks over at his bracelet before he rips it off. He gasps in shock when he feels such a power before he becomes shortly overwhelmed. His eyes turn snow white as a ball of magic forms in his hands. Quickly, he throws it at the bushes while his feet leave the ground. Widening his eyes in shock, Bakura turns his attention to the bushes where Yami has thrown the sphere of sunshine. Using his power, he blows his shade at anyone that might still remain. Once the two finish up about twenty minutes later, they remain panting in their tracks, grbabing his hand for the two to run off to meet up with the others before any reinforcements can come. Yami's eyes are still white while power runs rampant throughout his body and mind. sighing in annoyance, Bakura puts pressure on one of Yami's nerves, causing him to pass out to cause the mana to fade from his system. Catching him in his arms, he continues to move. It takes a bit of a while, darting and weaving to lose anyone that might be following. it takes a little longer until they join up with the rest of the group, feeling at ease to be in a better place outside of the Pharaoh's rein and sight.
y. Hearing Yami groaned softly, he feels movement while Bakura runs with him in his arms. Being back with the others, Bakura puts Yami down on the sleeping mat. At least here they're truly safe. It does still bother him how he has failed to save one of his own, but knows one day he will have hsi vengence. All he has to to do now is bide his time, grow stronger, and assist the others to flourish into their skills with little to no complications in the process.
But still….I wish Akefia can be here with us…
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