Yami Ryuu, Shiro Tenshi
Back for another chapter! Yeah, while watching the Amazing Race... go Chris and Alex...
Let's see, I've spelt ryuu wrong for a while, I'm changing it now.
Ok now, dream sequences come in handy in my fic, mostly for delivering messages and adding a touch of surrealism.
Seto's going through his lil 'koikokoro' (awakening of love). Ain't it sweet?
Ok, since I had SO much fun on dictionary.com, I'm gonna teach some Japanese!!!
Angel: mitsukai, tenshi, tennotsukai, enzeru (Bakura...)
Evil angel: akutenshi (Bakura's yami)
Love: koigokoro, ai, aijou, ji, ren'ai, aikou, suki, koi (Seto and Bakura in this fic)
Lover: aman (nuff said)
White feather: shiraha (Dream sequence later)
True friendship: tomodachigai (Duh...)
Full moon: mangetsu, mochidzuki (Dunno, sounded cool)
Egypt: Ejiputo (Well, come on!)
Be lonely: ta (Seto...)
Lonely people: kanka (Again, Seto... and Mokuba)
To feel hurt by: kiwowarukusuru (Plenty...)
White fox (spiritual): byakko (kinda describes Bakura, eh?)
Kittie, DON"T HYPERVENTALATE! If something happened to someone cause I didn't post, I'd feel bad...
Chapter 3-
Mokuba's POV:
Seto likes Bakura, loves him. I can tell, possibly more than they themselves can. That's kind of funny, isn't it? I mean, no one else can tell, or at least never mentioned anything. Maybe it's because my brother and I are so close. Now, I can't tell Bakura's reaction, but... who knows?
I'm sure Mom and Dad would be happy, I hardly remember them, though. Yeah, I've seen pictures and Seto has told me about them, but I was too young to really remember. I know it sounds really sad, but it doesn't hurt as badly as it used to, I just got used to the idea of having no one over the age of eighteen in the household. I don't know, I seem to skip from subject to subject. My thoughts wander very easily...
Anyway, it was the week before school starts back up. Seto and I were purchasing school supplies. We had a full cart, from notebook paper to a high-tech calculator.
We checked out and carried everything to the car. I didn't want school to start back up, yet I did. Hanging with Yugi was cool, but I needed some variety in life. That just didn't happen in the little card shop I stayed at while Seto was at work.
Anyway, we drove back home. The supplies were stored in a closet until we needed them. Then, I went to go take a shower.
I wiped the steam from the mirror so I could see myself. I dried my hair with my towel and set it back on the rack. I dressed, brushed my hair out –which is really hard- and brushed my teeth. Then, I opened the door and walked into the hallway. The air in the house was cooler than that of the bathroom.
Yawning, I looked over at Seto, who was sitting at the kitchen table. His head was laying facedown on the table with his left arm tucked under his forehead and his right arm extended in front of him.
Smirking to myself, I slinked swiftly and silently towards him. I was going to put him in a choke of sorts- though lightly, when he just reached his arm back and grabbed my wrist.
"Don't even." He picked up his head and looked back at me. He yawned and shook his head a little, blinking rapidly as if he'd been asleep.
I sat in the chair next to his. "How'd you know I was there?"
He smiled. "I knew. I could hear you. You breathe too loudly, especially when you're excited." He ruffled my hair. I love my brother.
Bakura's POV:
I cleared the table and loaded them into the dishwasher. There was enough room in there for one more day's worth of dishes.
Dad was in Egypt on a dig. He wouldn't be back for at least a month, depends on his findings. He's been away for over half a year before. I guess I want him to find something, to make him happy, but I also want him around some... it gets lonely a lot of the time. I mean, I get the entire house to myself. A normal teenager would probably throw a party or something, maybe. Me? I sat around with the radio turned on, trying to drown out the deathly silence.
"School starts up soon." I muttered. I did want it to start up again, for it meant that I would be around people more. When I talk to people, I at least partially forget my problems.
I turned on the TV. Various cartoon shows were on, a few soaps. Obviously, the summer programs were already fading.
"Maybe I'll write something." I thought aloud. I pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil, then thought about what to write.
Love. Yeah, that was always an emotional subject with so many definitions. Brotherly, family, friends, adoration, romance...
A pain deep within, a burning in the heart
A cold knife stabbing at you
Affection for another, truly there
Not lust or infatuation, but true feelings.
What is love?
Friendship, emotions, life?
Is it even classifiable?
The knife wrenches deeper as I call for you
But there is no answer
Feel free to tell me how you feel,
The only one I care for
Save me from deep torments of the abyss
And tell me you love me as well
Why can't you see how I feel,
Can love be that blinding to everyone?
And is everyone meant to be so lonely when in love?
Do people accept the pain or is it forced on them?
Such a hard subject to truly comprehend.
But, I do love you.
I put my pencil down. A rant in poem format, that was new. I read it over again, for I didn't even know what I had written. I slowly scanned the words over. My face became hot as I flushed slightly. I knew I had feelings, but... hey.
"You know what?" I asked myself, not caring if anyone overheard. Of course, no one would. "I like the idea. I mean, he's great if you get to know him. Why can't the others see that? Ok, if they started feeling about him like I do, then I'd have to get a little edgy, but can't they at least be friends with him, truly? Maybe I should say something."
I curled my hand into a fist and held it near my heart. "Bakura, if this is just lust you're feeling, damn it all. But it doesn't feel like it, it feels so much different. I feel as if I could spend eternity... no, he wouldn't feel the same. Don't even try, you'll just hurt yourself."
But I imagined it, and I liked the idea. I really did like it. I have to tell him, but I don't want the possibility of losing him entirely. Who'd like a guy with two halves?
A form of a person appeared before me. My Yami. Idiot. He spat, making mental contact. His mouth didn't move, but I heard the words in my head. You fool; you actually think he'd love you? I don't think so. Plus, you don't have my consent. I control you, I am more powerful than you. I could take you over completely and hurl you into the darkness in which I exist. Trapped in a ring, eternal darkness, how do you like the sound of it? Weakling.
Leave me alone! Just stop it, damn you! Just leave me alone. What did I do? Why are you so intent on destroying me?
Because you are weak willed, pathetic. You rely on friendship of others, stupid. You make me sick.
I took off the Ring and slammed it on the floor. I wouldn't be able to keep it off forever, it called to me. It lured me towards it in an irresistible bond.
I breathed hard, sweat dribbling from my forehead and blood pumping from my veins. Encounters like that always tired me out. Tears formed. He was right, I was weak, I was a fool. But I was who I am, and even he couldn't change that. Through no amount of abuse and torment would I change, none.
Seto, help me. I though as I fell on the couch, asleep.
I didn't dream, for once. Maybe I should be glad; my dreams are usually weird and hard to interpret. I don't have his consent, yeah right. It's my life.
I felt like calling Seto, these feelings I had were welling up, so much. It left pain on my chest, burdening my heart.
Love, the beautiful yet destructive force.
Seto, the dark dragon, the one I love.
My Yami, the evil half of myself.
Everyone has a dark side. Wherever there is light, there is dark. Just, this is truer for some than others. At least Yugi got along with his Yami, his didn't hate him, didn't revile him, didn't physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually abuse him. His didn't yearn for blood and pain and want to drive him as insane as he himself was. His wasn't insane, period.
Lucky me, huh? How much else can go wrong in one day?
A small lesson, never ask yourself that question, something more will go wrong. But that will come later.
Dad had helped my buy my school supplies before he left, so I decided to organize it all. I pulled out a binder, inserted dividers, then filled it with notebook paper. I did this with three binders; a couple of my classes needed their own.
Seto's POV:
I looked over my homework. School had been started up for two weeks now, and we had enough homework to last a month. It was frustrating.
I felt a tingling on the back of my neck.
I don't know, I've gotten a lot of vibes in my life, a lot of which have physical backing. It used to be small, like I'd get little feelings when Mokuba got sick at school and had to be taken home, so I wouldn't be surprised when I was called to pick him up. I got vibes all that while when he was locked up at Pegasus' castle. I got vibes when they- Mom and Dad- died. Those were the worst I've ever gotten.
Usually, I got vibes from people I was close to. So when I got these, I checked on Mokuba, he was ok. So, I didn't know who else it could have been.
For some reason, I went to the phone and dialed an area code, then six numbers. Before I hit the last one, I stopped and checked who I was calling. Bakura, Ryou Bakura.
I slowly hung up the phone. Was something happening to him?
The vibes just got worse, I just couldn't stop the feelings on the back of my neck, it irritated me. Something happened, something. How severe, I didn't know. But it was something devastating, something.
Bakura, something happened. I had to call him, but now I couldn't seem to pick up the phone. Maybe some higher power was giving me a sign not to call, I couldn't explain it anyway else.
Shiro tenshi is hurt. A voice said softly, the voice of a young man a little older than I.
I looked around, but no one was there.
He is going to suffer a loss, devastating. Master, help him.
My dragons? The soul of my dragons, contacting me again? It had been so long, I felt my heart beating quickly.
Yes, we are here Master, the Blue Eyes. Shiro tenshi will suffer, from loss and from Akutenshi, the evil side.
Shiro tenshi, white angel? Bakura?
Yes, the one called Ryou Bakura.
We have contacted him before. A younger voice said, my second Blue Eyes.
And Akutenshi, his Yami?
Yes.
Thank you for warning me.
Anything for you Master.
I was worried now. But first, let me back up and explain. My Blue Eyes White Dragon cards have actual souls. They were four brothers, and I was destined to become the Dragon Master, but then I guess I lost my spark and they stopped contacting me. The last time they actually contacted me was when I ripped their fourth brother, the youngest, in half.
It had to do with some ancient legend or something or other, something about the gods of ancient Egypt choosing candidates to control the dragon cards and my soul being the candidate chosen to be their master. I don't know, the dragons gave me a heads up when I first received them, but I didn't really care. I was young and stupid back then. But this whole legend is another story, not for me to tell. Perhaps for the next generation's Dragon Master in training, but not me.
Ok, something's happening to Bakura, but what?
I grabbed the phone and dialed.
Bakura's POV:
I was groggy when the phone call came. I had been working on homework and fell asleep while doing so. Dad hadn't come back yet, so I was still going it alone.
The phone rang about four times before I actually picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
Seto's POV:
I got a busy signal. He was on the phone with someone else. I needed to contact him!
I kept on redialing until I got it to ring. But his answering machine picked up.
"Bakura, you there? It's Seto. Pick up, please. I'm begging you, pick up. Something's going to happen. Don't ask how I know, just..." I didn't know how to explain it, "just call me back, I'll explain it all. Please call me back."
I felt really stressed out. Mokuba came in to the kitchen as I slammed the phone.
"Seto, what's wrong?"
"Something happened to Bakura, I don't know what."
"The dragons told you?"
I looked over at him. "How did you know?"
"They've contacted me. I had a dream about two months ago, a little under maybe. Both you and Bakura were there. It's... kinda hard to describe."
He explained it anyway, his dream. Funny, I never expected my little brother to grow up so quickly without me knowing.
The dragons, Bakura, a young me, Mokuba, then I at my real age. It was confusing, but I could figure it out. I could tell what all it meant. Now, I just needed to figure the question, why?
I went to school the next day. I needed to speak to Bakura, had to make sure he was ok.
He wasn't there.
Song of the Chapter:
Standing Still
Jewel
Cutting through the night with my two head lights
I'm trying to keep it clear but I'm losing it here
To the twilight
There's a dead end to my left and a burning bush to my right
You aren't in sight, you aren't in sight
Do you want me like I want you?
Or am I standing still
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you passing my by
Mother's on the stoop
Boys in souped up coupes on this hot summer night
Between fight and flight is the blind man's sight
And a choice that's right I roll the window down
Feel like I'm
I'm gonna drown in this strange town
Feel broken down I feel broken down
Do you need me like I need you
Or am I standing still
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you passing my by
A sweet sorrow is
The call tomorrow
A sweet sorrow is
The call tomorrow
Do you love me like I love you?
Or am I standing still
Beneath the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you passing me by?
Are you passing me by?
Passing me by
Do you want me?
Passing me by
Do you need me
Like I need you too
And do you want me
Like I want you?
Passing me by
Are you passing me by
Or am I standing still?