Akutenshi

Konnichiwa minna-chan! Wildwolf-chan's back for another go with Akutenshi! It's the same Saturday that I posted chapter two, but I just got back from Laser Tag and am damn tired and halfway walking out of the room to catch glimpses of Coyote Ugly, and halfway re-watching Seto vs. Pegasus. I yelled and slapped the TV and screamed Japanese...

My God, I'm pissed at the dubbing for them making Mokuba call Seto "Kaiba". That does NOT work! Blah! **pouts**

Oh no Pegasus, Seto doesn't hate you for taking Mokuba's soul and taking his company! Jounouchi... Seto is NOT a jerk! Ooh, Seto/Jounouchi fans squeal there... and Seto/Yuugi fans there... Damn, Seto's eyes don't go straight to Bakura... they should... I have released something upon the minds of Yugioh fans on ff.net. sorry, Wildwolf-chan's obsessed and I yell at Pegasus for acting like an IDIOT! Seto's eyes are pretty...

SETO IS NOT A SIMPLE-MINDED FOOL! **whimper** MOKUBA! **tears up and shakes with fury** WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HIM, DAMMIT! Seto is so trembling with rage, and I call Pegasus more than a monster... and no shit Honda, he stole his soul and is threatening to take Seto's... and same to you Yuugi, that's why he threatened to kill himself. Sumimasen, to the fic!

Ok, there isn't as much Seto POV in this fic, but more Yami Bakura. I think I mentioned that in the last chapter... I dunno. Yeah, I think I did. Oh well.

THIS WILL NOT BE NC-17! I have been very nicely asked, plus I'm kinda nervous bout writing THAT descriptive and posting it. You know how it is. I mean, when I first starting writing yaoi, that was big, then sexual yaoi... and from then on... I dunno. Blah.

K-chan: There's this fic, "Yami Ryuu, Shiro Tenshi" (also by me and the predecessor to this), "Marriage" by Baki-chan (crossover with Digimon and a lil Ranma), and "Mistakes we Make" by yami no Hikari (actually, hopefully in the process of becoming one). Hope that helps!

Chapter 3-

Seto's POV:

Bakura and I set off the next day to Luxor. Neither of us knew if we'd be able to make it today, considering the sandstorm... but we'll try anyway.

Ok, a small explanation for my actions last night: I really don't know what the hell I was doing. You know how sometimes you do something, and you know that you're doing something, but you can't stop it. I do love Bakura, and I guess I let my body get out of control. Damn hormones. But no one really needed to know that, did they?

I let Bakura drive for a little while. That did worry me a little, but he said he knew how to drive. And we were in a desert, and unless he hit a sand dune, we'd be ok. There were a few camels every few miles, but that's about it.

He got the hang of it, after putting his foot fully on the pedal... and learning to steer, and missing a few camels and riders shouting at us. According to Bakura, he shouldn't repeat what was said.

I took back over around five o'clock. Bakura commented on how he wasn't getting a driver's license anytime, ever.

It's funny in a sadistic way; you yourself won't be around long enough to get one. I thought this to myself, not wanting to ruin his fun and simple laughter that he so rarely was allowed to enjoy.

Just some of my own thoughts: Bakura, like Ryou, is capable of having fun and laughing. But because he is a Yami, his fun is shrouded with sadistic urges. But one can change over time. Those are just my own theories at least. It would be interesting to figure out, but I'm not exactly going to tell Mokuba to study a Yami for a Science Fair Project. Just a long, drawn-out joke.

And I remember so well that the last words he had said to me four years ago were "Aishiteru. Sayonara, Yami Ryuu." It translated to "I love you. Goodbye, Dark Dragon." He cried a single tear, then disappeared, Ryou appearing in his place. He really was a good soul, despite all his previous actions.

"You know, I was getting the hang of it."

"Well, we're getting hear a lot more people, and I don't want to be locked up. You saw those warning signs at the airport, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." He looked out the window at the caravan. "Stupid people, I could still be driving if it wasn't for you." He grumbled.

"Don't worry, Ryou has a driver's license, so when we get back to Japan..."

I didn't notice the long look on his face until I had almost finished my sentence. "What? What is it?" I know I had bummed him out by commenting about Ryou, and I feel really bad now. I stopped the car and looked him over. He wasn't crying, just silent and seemingly zoned out.

"Nothing. It just feels... kind of like I'm going home after so many years, and yet like this place is so unfamiliar. I have mixed emotions. I love being back in the desert, the tomb raider side of me is pumping adrenaline through my veins; but I also see Japan as a home. But even in Egypt back then, I didn't have a place to really call home. I know it sounds like I'm rambling about nothing..."

"No, keep on." I found what he was saying interesting, I was learning more about him. I know that wasn't all that was bothering him, but...

"I haven't really belonged anywhere in either of my lives. The past, or now. I've always just been a part of Ryou, wanting to get away from him. But now that I am... I see how much pain it causes and at what cost..." He sighed. "I don't see why you had to be hurt as well."

He gazed at me with his deep brown eyes. They seemed harsh, yet like a light was shining through them. They had a dark, yet elegant and refined look to them, like he felt he was higher than everyone else, yet one so filled with conflicting emotions. Funny, they described him perfectly.

"You belong with me." I whispered. He flushed slightly and smiled a little, embarrassed. "Bakura, you've just got all these emotions huddled up inside you. You bottle them up, then let them out at the slightest provocation. You can tell me anything you want to."

He leaned over and put his head on my chest, sighing deeply.

Just then, the caravan started going at a much quicker pace, almost like they were scared.

Bakura's head shot up and I rolled down the window. The riders were yelling in Arabic and Bakura's eyes widened.

"The storm! It's coming this way!" He stuck his arm out the window. "And judging from the speed of the wind, it's going to catch up!"

I strained my eyes and saw the dark cloud of sand. Pushing down on the pedal, I floored it into a turnaround.

"Oh shit, oh shit!"

Bakura was yelling in Arabic, some words that according to his tone of voice, I should be glad he didn't translate.

We didn't get too far when the cloud overtook us. The pressure sent cracks into the windows, but didn't fully break them. The paint chipped off and the wind howled.

"Seto!" Bakura yelled, grabbing my hand. "Into the back! The back! And duck down!" He dragged me over and we ducked in classic tornado position. I prayed the glass wouldn't break. Bakura chanted in Arabic, some type of prayer. I caught the name 'Ra' a few times. Then he buried his face into my chest, like a young child scared out of his wits. I curled up with him, and waited.

Yami Bakura's POV:

The winds gradually died down. The tinkling of glass cracking slowed, then stopped altogether.

I dared myself to peek from the comfort of Seto's arms.

"I think it's over." He whispered softly, as if he would have raised his voice, it would have doomed us entirely.

I tried to look out the windows, but realized that they were almost completely covered in sand. There was a sunroof, and that wasn't covered, fortunately.

"Ra wills us to go on." I murmured, leaving the safety of Seto's embrace and tapping on the sunroof. The glass was cracked in so many places it wasn't funny, and to think that it could have come crashing down on us...

"Move." Seto stood, though bent over, and did an uppercut on the glass, shattering it all. It fell in a shower, leaving only the frame. There were bleeding cuts on his hand.

Blood... I resisted the urge to lick it off.

"Here." He put his hands down to help give me a boost. Soon, I was standing on top of our rented car. Around, there was sand, a couple of straying camels, and more sand.

Seto expertly jumped out and looked around as well. "Ok, here's the situation." He mumbled to himself. "Our car is dead, we're stranded in the desert, there are a couple of camels, and we need to get to Luxor. I say, we grab the camels and go."

"Good plan."

"Five days. Then on camel, we'll be slowed, giving us about four left when we get to Luxor. We have enough time."

I noticed that Seto talked to himself a lot, but people who are alone often do such. I should know. I was always alone.

I walked up to the camels and took their harnesses. They followed without resistance. May the souls of the departed go into the afterlife peacefully.

Seto had started pulling out what small amounts of luggage we had. After tying them onto the camels and teaching him how to ride, we started off. He made a pretty accurate prediction, we wouldn't make it on camel for a while.

I bandaged his hand with some cloth torn from the blankets on the camel's back. Nothing happened during the course of the night or the next day. We just slept on camelback and kept riding, only stopping to replenish ourselves and to discreetly... use the bathroom.

We were dead tired and dirty after getting to Luxor, but we made it. If I had been a fool in Pharaoh's court, I would have danced for joy. But considering a Pharaoh would have ordered my death if seeing me... never mind.

I took a shower while Seto called Mokuba to tell him that we had arrived at Luxor. I'm guessing Mokuba asked what took so long for us to get there, because Seto said in a nervous voice: "Car trouble."

I dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and came out in my boxers. Seto flushed and told his brother that he needed to go take a shower, that we'd be home soon, and goodbye several times.

Walking past me, I noticed that his eyes darted slightly, then he quickened his pace and closed the door.

I laid down on one of the beds and rested my hands on the back of my neck. I heard the water running and imagined him in there. Hey, I'm the dark and obsessive, possessive side. I have an excuse.

But, how would the others react if they knew that Seto and I loved each other as he and Ryou had? And what about everything else going on? This adventure, the mental, physical, emotional, spiritual pain... it hurt. And if I had been the one to disappear, would Yugi and everyone else care? Would they cry or rejoice? Would Ryou himself care? I was never very nice to him. I mean, I never sexually abused him, but I DID hurt him badly, physically and mentally. And emotionally. And spiritually. Repenting unto him the pain that I had been dealt long before.

Tears made my eyes heavy. Great, I'm going into yet another weak time. Why do I cry so much now, is it that I've become soft and weak? Or- or have I been reborn?

Seto came out and saw me. "Bakura, are you alright?"

I wanted to lie and say yes, but... "Seto, no." Tears watered from my eyes, creating the fountains of salt once again.

"What's wrong?" He sat next to me. His voice held so much concern, what I now feared for some reason. Just the subliminal thought of what his love for me may cause others to do, what his love for me might cause me to do.

"Seto, everyone else... they wouldn't like the thought of us being together, even for this brief instant. They were ok with you and Ryou, but he- he isn't as evil as hell itself."

"You're not evil, not truly at least." His voice cracked as he spoke quietly. It was ever so slightly above a whisper.

"Yes I am!" I yelled so suddenly that it surprised even me. I couldn't stop yelling. "As a dark form, a Yami, I am living with malicious instincts. Do you know how much I am resisting the urge to hurt you? I am literally insane! I have to force myself not to beat you down and attempt to kill you!" I can't let him love me, even though I so wanted to before. What is wrong with me? Why do my emotions shift so?

"But because you are holding yourself back proves it. If you were as you describe yourself, you wouldn't hold yourself back." He put his arms around me.

"But no matter how hard I try-" new tears flowed, "No matter how hard I try, I still hurt you. Taking Ryou's place, yelling, everything! I am a danger to you."

He was silent. "You've been wanting to get that out, haven't you?"

I nodded.

"It doesn't matter that you are a danger. It doesn't matter what others would say about you and I. You and Ryou are one and the same. Two halves creating one. I love you bother." He used a finger to wipe a tear away. Just like my aibou, he was so forgiving. At least, as I had seen he was.

I love his hands. They seemed do gentle, loving. Yet strong, just like he is. And his eyes... don't get me started there.

"Don't cry, everything's gonna be alright."

"But you're strong. I'm weak for breaking down like that. I'm weaker than I accused Ryou for being."

"No, you are strong. I'll be there to help you; I'll always have you in my heart, even when you two are united." He held me close and ran his fingers through my hair. Oh my god, I felt the urges again...

"Seto, you've done so much for me, given me so much. Now, I should repay you." I ran my fingers along the side of his head and over his ear. I put my hand on his chest and traced it lower.

"What are you-" He was cut off as my hand found the object of its search.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like it." I pressed my lips to his and stuck my tongue into his mouth. I tasted chocolate; he had snuck a mint while I was showering.

His skin was still damp, his hair moist. He went along with me willingly as I laid back with him over me. His free hand caressed my face, wiped the last of the remnants of tears from my cheeks.

His hand then went down my side, slowly, waiting for any objection. None came; I had promised that next time... a moan escaped my lips as he started nibbling my ear, my neck, my chest...

We both lay bare, his body covering mine. His strong, firm body I desired ever since... so long ago. He seemed to explore my physique, searching with his gentle fingers. This is what aibou experiences every time...

My back arched upwards and a small, muffled yell escaped my lips. Oh my god... more! I need him so badly...

My head was swimming with to many thoughts about him to focus on one directly. I couldn't focus on anything... my mind was too full.

I found myself over him and slowly going downwards, leaving trails of kisses along the way. For the sake of rating and personal embarrassment, I will not narrate this section any further.

I awoke the next morning, curled up with his arms around me and his mouth near my neck, breathing warm air onto me, making me tremble in pleasure. His eyes opened slowly, filled with sleep and drowsiness. I played asleep as he sat up. My eyes were partially open, so I saw him yawn and stretch, then turn towards me and smile. He leaned over and lightly kissed my neck, lips, forehead, then eyes.

"Hey, wake up." He put a hand on my shoulder and shook me very lightly. I pretended to awaken, then yawned.

"Ohayoo." I said my good morning sheepishly.

"Ohayoo." He kissed me again on the lips, leaving his taste there.

"To Luxor today."

"Yes, and our little adventure will come to an end."

Truthfully, I wouldn't mind it continuing a little longer.

Song of the Chapter:

You'll Be In My Heart

Phil Collins

Come stop your crying,

It'll be all right.

Just take my hand,

Hold it tight.

I will protect you

From all around you.

I will be here, don't you cry.

For one so small,

You seem so strong.

My arms will hold you,

Keep you safe and warm.

This bond between us

Can't be broken.

I will be here, don't you cry.

'Cause you'll be in my heart.

Yes, you'll be in my heart.

From this day on,

Now and forever more.

You'll be in my heart,

No matter what they say.

You'll be here

In my heart, always.

Why can't they understand

The way we feel?

They just don't trust

What they can't explain.

I know we're different but,

Deep inside us,

We're not that different at all.

And you'll be in my heart.

Yes, you'll be in my heart.

From this day on,

Now and forever more.

Don't listen to them,

'Cause what do they know?

We need each other,

To have, to hold.

They'll see in time.

I know.

When destiny calls you,

You must be strong.

I may not be with you,

But you've got to hold on.

They'll see in time.

I know.

We'll show them together,

'Cause you'll be in my heart.

Yes, you'll be in my heart.

From this day on,

Now and forever more.

Oh, you'll be in my heart,

No matter what they say.

You'll be here in my heart, always.

Always.

I'll be with you...

I'll be there for you always,

Always and always.

Just look over your shoulder...

Just look over your shoulder,

And I'll be there.

Yes, I am packing in SO MUCH YAMI BAKURA ANGST! And I make people feel sorry for him cause he's so mean in the series... so how do you think I portrayed the held-back emotions of pain and insanity? I think I coulda stressed them more, creating more audience-pity... but I think you've had a lotta that, right?

Many people attempt to kill me for not writing the lemon part as much out. I shoulda, but some people want to read this, but not it be NC-17. I too ain't old enough, being 14... but oh well. As said, I'm kinda embarrassed to write too descriptive, even though I've planned it out and everything.

I can't even give you a guess for how much longer it'll be. It won't be as long as Yami Ryuu, Shiro Tenshi.

So, what do you peeps think about Mokuba becoming a REALLY good duelist? And what are your views on same sex couples ADOPTING? Hm, I'll write how it goes no matter what; I just want your views too.

Oh, notes from fellow authors: My friend Ka/Icewolf/Yugi's Angel is gonna put up a humor fic sometime bout a road trip with Seto, Bakura, and Yami Yugi. I want you to read it when she does... she's on this under 'Silent Angel' and the fic will have SETO/BAKURA.

-Wildwolf

The infamous Seto/Bakura writer