Disclaimer: Ditching the disclaimer. If you really think that I own Yu-Gi-
Oh whilst writing these chapters I think you're a little delusional. Just a
little. I also do not own the lyrics from "a current obsession" either.
They belong to Lacuna Coil.
Warnings: Yaoi (male/male relationship), minor cussing, manipulation of a Greek myth.
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou (main), mentions of Yami/Yugi and Seto/Jou
A.N: Whooo! I've got a chapter three! Go me. I apologise if anyone seems a little out of character. I know Bakura's kinda nice and Seto's actually sociable but I needed to make them that way! Honest! Haven't really got much else to say except the thank yous. Thank you to: Dreigon, Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan, Je suis une pomme de terre, Seto_Girl,
The Inspector: What would –you- do if you had Ryou suddenly dumped in your arms? Of –course- Bakura's going to take him home! Okay, so he doesn't...yet. As for how he gets around Yami and Malik...well, you'll see! ^^
AmenOsiris: Yay! Pocky! ^^ No, Bakky-chan isn't drunk. He knows how to hold his liquor! Sorry if he's acting a little ooc though.
Freai: Iee, glad I'm not the only one who absolutely freaks when their chapters are too short! ^^ Kindred!
Now, without any further ado, I give you Chapter Three!!! *draws back curtains*
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Shafts of soft afternoon sunlight cut lazily across the small room, gently warming the marble flooring with their warmth and just nudging the large bed in the centre of the room. Covers had been thrown askew because of the summer heat, their presence unneeded by the albino boy who lay sprawled out on the mattress. The sunlight began its slow crawl across the boy's body, causing him to scrunch his face up as it penetrated his eyelids. He rose onto one elbow, yawning slightly.
"Well, Sleeping Beauty finally decides to wake." Large chocolate eyes snapped to the corner of the room where a blonde lay comfortably across the large sofa. The young albino smiled.
"I had the most wonderful sleep, Malik. I haven't slept that well in a long time." His comment caused the god of harvest to nod disinterestedly.
"That's nice, Ryou." Lavender eyes remained fixed on the book the blonde was reading though glanced up as the man felt a weight settle beside him.
"Have I done something wrong?" the blonde winced under his brother's sorrowful look. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night, but I just couldn't-"
"Oh Ryou, you haven't done anything wrong." Malik quickly drew the younger albino into a warm embrace. He waited until Ryou relaxed before continuing. "I'm just a little worried, that's all."
"About Bakura?"
Malik hesitated a moment before nodding. A thoughtful look passed over Ryou's face. "Don't worry, please. I'm not interested in him that way." It was Malik's turn to relax.
"That's good to hear, wouldn't want my little brother to go running off with any old god now would we?" He laughed whole heartedly as Ryou gave him a friendly shove.
"Like I would!" The younger man jumped from the couch as Malik tried to return the shove, the albino pulling a face at the god before turning to his cupboard and flinging it open. "I'm guessing it's getting late, I should do my chores." Malik waved his comment off.
"Don't bother. I'm sure the crops can take care of themselves for one day." He put his book down, giving a stretch before standing. "Tonight we'll rest, chores can be done tomorrow."
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Far beneath the happy siblings on earth another figure lurked, his plain white toga swishing violently as he paced the black marble floors of his home, each step echoing eerily down the vast hallways of the underworld palace. The entire palace was carved from black rock of one type or another, it's twisting, mazelike passages complex enough to put Knossos* to shame, and the entire place was lit up by thousands of candles that cast sinister shadows against the irregular walls.
Bakura paced the vast hall of his throne room relentlessly, snarling whenever one of his servants dared to enter his presence. Only Phobos and Deimos, his most loyal servants, dared remain in their master's presence, their eyes glued to the god of the dead as he continued his trek across the room. Both jumped as Bakura suddenly slammed a fist into the stone walls, the impact causing the whole room to tremor slightly.
"Dammit!" he yanked his hand away quickly, sucking his knuckles to relieve the sting. He slumped ungracefully into his throne, throwing one leg onto a footrest as he reclined. Only when it was obvious that the god had clamed down did Phobos risk a question.
"Are you absolutely sure there is no way of-"
"No! I've told you a thousand times no." Bakura fisted his uninjured and in his lap. "If there was a way to get around Malik then I would have done it decades ago**." There was a thoughtful silence as the three considered the options.
"Perhaps if you wooed him." began Phobos. Bakura looked startled.
"Who, Malik?"
"No, no." Deimos shook his head. "Ryou."
Bakura growled, a primal sound deep in the back of his throat. "Me? Woo anyone? Bah." He kicked one of his sandals forcefully across the room, glaring at it as it collided with the opposite wall with a satisfying snap. "Wooing takes time – time and patience. Neither of those are my strong points." Muddy brown eyes narrowed at the sight of the two servants nodding. "You're not supposed to agree with me!" The sight of the two trembling in fear did not bring the same satisfaction that it normally did, the meekness of the two merely disgusting him. Bakura tilted his head back in frustration.
"Gah." Eyes closed in thought he let his sandal-less foot swing a little, almost hitting it against the obsidian chair legs as he jerked in excitement.
"Perfect!" The grey haired god ignored the two servants as the looked up hopefully, retrieving the sandal himself. He turned to them, grinning wolfishly. Phobos once again summoned up the courage to question.
"Wh... what's perfect, Lord Bakura?" Bakura's grin, if anything, widened.
"You'll see." He answered, a tad smugly. "For now, you two go prepare the main guest room." Hearing the servants scurry off to do his bidding, Bakura gave a contented smirk as he swung his favourite maroon cloak around his shoulders, retrieving his misplaced sandal before stalking from the room, his shadow playing along the gloomy walls like a discontented spirit.
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Fat beeswax candles burned low in the dimly lit bedroom, their dim light flickering softly against the two intertwined bodies that lay resting on the silk draped bed. A crimson eyed man, lethargic and relaxed, was smiling softly as he clutched a smaller male close to his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his lover's tri-coloured hair.
"Mm, Yami." The boy squirmed a little, turning around to face the king of the gods. 'You're tickling me."
The lord of the sky smiled softly, propping himself up on one arm while using the other to cup his lover's face.
"Why, so I am." A sultry smile played over his features as he leant down to catch Yugi's lips, his eyes slipping shut as the younger boy eagerly allowed him entrance-
"Yami! Stop screwing the brat and get out here now!" the couple broke apart, startled, as a harsh voice broke the tranquillity of the moment. Yami sighed heavily, resisting the urge to bury his head in the younger man's shoulder.
"I'll be right back." He murmured, pecking the amethyst eyed boy on the cheek and slipping from the bed, his rumpled toga falling in uneven folds around his body. Looking back, only to see Yugi snuggle back into the place the god once was, Yami quickly unbolted the giant, wooden doors of his private chambers only to come face to face with his irate, older brother. Bakura drew back, a scowl pasted on his otherwise handsome face.
"Took you long enough." He snarled, the left eye twitching slightly. Yami raised a disapproving eyebrow.
"I was asleep." This statement brought a snort from the grey-haired god.
"Sure you were." He drawled sarcastically. The other chose to ignore that particular comment.
"What brings you here anyway? Finally deemed us worthy of your company?"
"Don't get your hopes up." Bakura leant against the cool, marble wall. "I'm here for a request." Yami smirked.
"You're actually requesting something of me?"
"Can it would you!" Bakura took a deep breath, obviously preparing himself. "I want Ryou." Blood red eyes widened in shock.
"What?"
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Elsewhere, Ryou sneezed.
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* Knossos: The palace of Knossos is on the island of Crete, just off the Peloponnesian coastline. It was myth that there was a giant maze underneath the palace where the legendary Minotaur, a half human half bull, lived and fed off human flesh.
**Remember they're gods. They live a long, long time!
Ieee, another short chapter. I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, SORRY! *weeps again* Interesting stuff will happen next chapter, I just kinda needed this one to connect it. I apologise again! *begs for forgiveness*
Warnings: Yaoi (male/male relationship), minor cussing, manipulation of a Greek myth.
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou (main), mentions of Yami/Yugi and Seto/Jou
A.N: Whooo! I've got a chapter three! Go me. I apologise if anyone seems a little out of character. I know Bakura's kinda nice and Seto's actually sociable but I needed to make them that way! Honest! Haven't really got much else to say except the thank yous. Thank you to: Dreigon, Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan, Je suis une pomme de terre, Seto_Girl,
The Inspector: What would –you- do if you had Ryou suddenly dumped in your arms? Of –course- Bakura's going to take him home! Okay, so he doesn't...yet. As for how he gets around Yami and Malik...well, you'll see! ^^
AmenOsiris: Yay! Pocky! ^^ No, Bakky-chan isn't drunk. He knows how to hold his liquor! Sorry if he's acting a little ooc though.
Freai: Iee, glad I'm not the only one who absolutely freaks when their chapters are too short! ^^ Kindred!
Now, without any further ado, I give you Chapter Three!!! *draws back curtains*
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Shafts of soft afternoon sunlight cut lazily across the small room, gently warming the marble flooring with their warmth and just nudging the large bed in the centre of the room. Covers had been thrown askew because of the summer heat, their presence unneeded by the albino boy who lay sprawled out on the mattress. The sunlight began its slow crawl across the boy's body, causing him to scrunch his face up as it penetrated his eyelids. He rose onto one elbow, yawning slightly.
"Well, Sleeping Beauty finally decides to wake." Large chocolate eyes snapped to the corner of the room where a blonde lay comfortably across the large sofa. The young albino smiled.
"I had the most wonderful sleep, Malik. I haven't slept that well in a long time." His comment caused the god of harvest to nod disinterestedly.
"That's nice, Ryou." Lavender eyes remained fixed on the book the blonde was reading though glanced up as the man felt a weight settle beside him.
"Have I done something wrong?" the blonde winced under his brother's sorrowful look. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night, but I just couldn't-"
"Oh Ryou, you haven't done anything wrong." Malik quickly drew the younger albino into a warm embrace. He waited until Ryou relaxed before continuing. "I'm just a little worried, that's all."
"About Bakura?"
Malik hesitated a moment before nodding. A thoughtful look passed over Ryou's face. "Don't worry, please. I'm not interested in him that way." It was Malik's turn to relax.
"That's good to hear, wouldn't want my little brother to go running off with any old god now would we?" He laughed whole heartedly as Ryou gave him a friendly shove.
"Like I would!" The younger man jumped from the couch as Malik tried to return the shove, the albino pulling a face at the god before turning to his cupboard and flinging it open. "I'm guessing it's getting late, I should do my chores." Malik waved his comment off.
"Don't bother. I'm sure the crops can take care of themselves for one day." He put his book down, giving a stretch before standing. "Tonight we'll rest, chores can be done tomorrow."
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Far beneath the happy siblings on earth another figure lurked, his plain white toga swishing violently as he paced the black marble floors of his home, each step echoing eerily down the vast hallways of the underworld palace. The entire palace was carved from black rock of one type or another, it's twisting, mazelike passages complex enough to put Knossos* to shame, and the entire place was lit up by thousands of candles that cast sinister shadows against the irregular walls.
Bakura paced the vast hall of his throne room relentlessly, snarling whenever one of his servants dared to enter his presence. Only Phobos and Deimos, his most loyal servants, dared remain in their master's presence, their eyes glued to the god of the dead as he continued his trek across the room. Both jumped as Bakura suddenly slammed a fist into the stone walls, the impact causing the whole room to tremor slightly.
"Dammit!" he yanked his hand away quickly, sucking his knuckles to relieve the sting. He slumped ungracefully into his throne, throwing one leg onto a footrest as he reclined. Only when it was obvious that the god had clamed down did Phobos risk a question.
"Are you absolutely sure there is no way of-"
"No! I've told you a thousand times no." Bakura fisted his uninjured and in his lap. "If there was a way to get around Malik then I would have done it decades ago**." There was a thoughtful silence as the three considered the options.
"Perhaps if you wooed him." began Phobos. Bakura looked startled.
"Who, Malik?"
"No, no." Deimos shook his head. "Ryou."
Bakura growled, a primal sound deep in the back of his throat. "Me? Woo anyone? Bah." He kicked one of his sandals forcefully across the room, glaring at it as it collided with the opposite wall with a satisfying snap. "Wooing takes time – time and patience. Neither of those are my strong points." Muddy brown eyes narrowed at the sight of the two servants nodding. "You're not supposed to agree with me!" The sight of the two trembling in fear did not bring the same satisfaction that it normally did, the meekness of the two merely disgusting him. Bakura tilted his head back in frustration.
"Gah." Eyes closed in thought he let his sandal-less foot swing a little, almost hitting it against the obsidian chair legs as he jerked in excitement.
"Perfect!" The grey haired god ignored the two servants as the looked up hopefully, retrieving the sandal himself. He turned to them, grinning wolfishly. Phobos once again summoned up the courage to question.
"Wh... what's perfect, Lord Bakura?" Bakura's grin, if anything, widened.
"You'll see." He answered, a tad smugly. "For now, you two go prepare the main guest room." Hearing the servants scurry off to do his bidding, Bakura gave a contented smirk as he swung his favourite maroon cloak around his shoulders, retrieving his misplaced sandal before stalking from the room, his shadow playing along the gloomy walls like a discontented spirit.
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Fat beeswax candles burned low in the dimly lit bedroom, their dim light flickering softly against the two intertwined bodies that lay resting on the silk draped bed. A crimson eyed man, lethargic and relaxed, was smiling softly as he clutched a smaller male close to his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his lover's tri-coloured hair.
"Mm, Yami." The boy squirmed a little, turning around to face the king of the gods. 'You're tickling me."
The lord of the sky smiled softly, propping himself up on one arm while using the other to cup his lover's face.
"Why, so I am." A sultry smile played over his features as he leant down to catch Yugi's lips, his eyes slipping shut as the younger boy eagerly allowed him entrance-
"Yami! Stop screwing the brat and get out here now!" the couple broke apart, startled, as a harsh voice broke the tranquillity of the moment. Yami sighed heavily, resisting the urge to bury his head in the younger man's shoulder.
"I'll be right back." He murmured, pecking the amethyst eyed boy on the cheek and slipping from the bed, his rumpled toga falling in uneven folds around his body. Looking back, only to see Yugi snuggle back into the place the god once was, Yami quickly unbolted the giant, wooden doors of his private chambers only to come face to face with his irate, older brother. Bakura drew back, a scowl pasted on his otherwise handsome face.
"Took you long enough." He snarled, the left eye twitching slightly. Yami raised a disapproving eyebrow.
"I was asleep." This statement brought a snort from the grey-haired god.
"Sure you were." He drawled sarcastically. The other chose to ignore that particular comment.
"What brings you here anyway? Finally deemed us worthy of your company?"
"Don't get your hopes up." Bakura leant against the cool, marble wall. "I'm here for a request." Yami smirked.
"You're actually requesting something of me?"
"Can it would you!" Bakura took a deep breath, obviously preparing himself. "I want Ryou." Blood red eyes widened in shock.
"What?"
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Elsewhere, Ryou sneezed.
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* Knossos: The palace of Knossos is on the island of Crete, just off the Peloponnesian coastline. It was myth that there was a giant maze underneath the palace where the legendary Minotaur, a half human half bull, lived and fed off human flesh.
**Remember they're gods. They live a long, long time!
Ieee, another short chapter. I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, SORRY! *weeps again* Interesting stuff will happen next chapter, I just kinda needed this one to connect it. I apologise again! *begs for forgiveness*