Disclaimers: I own it. Yes thats what I said. It is mine.
Yami B: The show, idiot!
Ak: Oh.don't own that. But I do own Yugioh pajamas! ^_^
This is Yaoi! Boyxboy love. Don't like, please leave. Also this has crossdressing in it. Oh yeah.expect OOCness.
Notes: I keep getting the Rod and Ring confused. lol. Sorry!
WHAT?! YAMI BAKURA'S A GIRL?!!!
Chapter 6- Love is a Prism
Bakura cursed himself fluently for the hundreth time since his 'rescue.' Betraying a weakness he thought he had gotten over years before in Egypt. Apparently, he hadn't. The second Seto had pressed his lips to his own, the images of Bakura's not-to-pleasant past resurfaced. It was painful, those deftly locked away memories escaped the guarded box of his emotions. Most of his past was still fuzzy but it would seem certain events trigger certain memories.
Bakura had never had an easy life living in Ancient Egypt. He was a tomb robber, that much he could remember. Bits and pieces of less-than-perfect memories had dredged from the abyss of his mind so that he was able to reshape who he once was. A raider, an enemy of Pharoah Yugioh, a partner to a blonde demon-those were the times when he had just reached adolescence. The times before that were so different. He had lived on his own, sold his body for money, been beaten to almost death-he was only a child during those turbulent years. Of course, all of those sexual encounters had been with people he didn't give a damn about and they paid him.
Seto on the other hand, Bakura cared about immensely and when Seto had forced himself, it had hurt. Bakura, no matter how he had grown up, believed that those you loved would never hurt you. Bakura used to beat Ryou because he wanted to hide behind aggression and escape his past devil's. Now, he had learned to love Ryou as his friend-the only other one besides Seto that Bakura trusted.
Bakura sighed, pulling his jeans above his hips and fastening the button. He would have to confront Seto about his actions; if he could summon the strength to do so. Facing Seto would he hard and he didn't have the slightest idea as to where to start. Should he just blurt it out? Punch him? Or take Seto aside and question his motives? Bakura shook his head, straightening the spikes. It was Friday, no need to worry about keeping the charade of Riyu.
A clicking of a tongue came from behind the white haired bishonen. Bakura scowled at Malik. The blonde smirked. "Just as I recall." The denim accentuated the curves of Bakura's hips, the round arse cheeks displayed almost provacatively, sinous leg muscles. The white tank fitted the sculpted plane of abdominals, the navy oxford shirt hung billowy on his frame."Now, about our date."
"And where do you want to go?"
Malik moved closer to Bakura, smiling ferally. "My bed." Bakura hissed in warning. "Fine, your no fun. I do want us to stop by and see my Hikari. After that, we'll do what we want." Malik hooked his arm around Bakura's waist, snickering. "I always knew I would be the man of the relationship," he winked cheekily.
"Malik," Bakura growled, attempting to remove the arm encircling his middle.
"Ah-ah, this is a date and while we date, we are going to act like a couple. You do want the Rod, dont you?"
Bakura grumbled bad humoredly, sneaking a glance at the corridors of the dormitory, thanking Ra that there were no signs of students. A few cars were speeding from Brighton Hall, going to weekend excursions. Fortune Highschool loomed rather depressingly in the afternoon sun. It reminded Bakura of the stucco home where he used to reside with Malik in Egypt. It had been abandoned and the two thieves had made use of the despondent home. "Malik...when were you released?"
"Marik's family protected the Pharoah's tomb and the Sennen Rod was found discovered buried at the site. I've been sharing his body for ten years; it was unearthed when Marik was seven. How did you get into the business of Sennen Item collecting?"
"Ryou."
"Mmm, guess we all need our secrets. I'll call Marik and let him know we're coming. Don't want him to be indecent." Bakura rolled his eyes, getting into the passenger side of Malik's Audi, unaware that he was being watched.
@~~#~
Seto stood, body and mind numb, watched the Audi leave student parking. Bakura had been with Malik, Malik's arm around him. Seto felt a hand on his shoulder, meeting Yami's worried garnet view. "I will have a talk with him when he returns. Seto, you need to tell me what happened between you today. I saw Bakura with Malik earlier and it was as if he had been crying. Do you know something about this?"
Joey and Honda took one glance at the CEO before going to their respective rooms. Seto and Yami sank onto the stairs leading to the front door of Brighton Hall. "I dont know what I did Yami. Honestly, one minute Bakura was telling me about how he had been hurt worse then my suckling on his neck," Insert bright blush from Seto and smirk from Yami, "And the next, Malik had punched him and Bakura was crying."
"Thats wierd Bakura. You blanked out. I wish I knew what had caused this. I'll ask Sugorku if he's heard of anything regarding it. I suggest you get some sleep. You look like hell," Yami smiled, leaving for his room he shared with Joey.
"I feel like hell too," Seto murmured under his breath. "I hope you know what your doing Bakura..."
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Yes, short but, the next one will be longer. ^_^
Thanks for reviewing
Next: Bakura and Malik's date, Seto angsts, Joey and Yami get feisty
Yami B: The show, idiot!
Ak: Oh.don't own that. But I do own Yugioh pajamas! ^_^
This is Yaoi! Boyxboy love. Don't like, please leave. Also this has crossdressing in it. Oh yeah.expect OOCness.
Notes: I keep getting the Rod and Ring confused. lol. Sorry!
WHAT?! YAMI BAKURA'S A GIRL?!!!
Chapter 6- Love is a Prism
Bakura cursed himself fluently for the hundreth time since his 'rescue.' Betraying a weakness he thought he had gotten over years before in Egypt. Apparently, he hadn't. The second Seto had pressed his lips to his own, the images of Bakura's not-to-pleasant past resurfaced. It was painful, those deftly locked away memories escaped the guarded box of his emotions. Most of his past was still fuzzy but it would seem certain events trigger certain memories.
Bakura had never had an easy life living in Ancient Egypt. He was a tomb robber, that much he could remember. Bits and pieces of less-than-perfect memories had dredged from the abyss of his mind so that he was able to reshape who he once was. A raider, an enemy of Pharoah Yugioh, a partner to a blonde demon-those were the times when he had just reached adolescence. The times before that were so different. He had lived on his own, sold his body for money, been beaten to almost death-he was only a child during those turbulent years. Of course, all of those sexual encounters had been with people he didn't give a damn about and they paid him.
Seto on the other hand, Bakura cared about immensely and when Seto had forced himself, it had hurt. Bakura, no matter how he had grown up, believed that those you loved would never hurt you. Bakura used to beat Ryou because he wanted to hide behind aggression and escape his past devil's. Now, he had learned to love Ryou as his friend-the only other one besides Seto that Bakura trusted.
Bakura sighed, pulling his jeans above his hips and fastening the button. He would have to confront Seto about his actions; if he could summon the strength to do so. Facing Seto would he hard and he didn't have the slightest idea as to where to start. Should he just blurt it out? Punch him? Or take Seto aside and question his motives? Bakura shook his head, straightening the spikes. It was Friday, no need to worry about keeping the charade of Riyu.
A clicking of a tongue came from behind the white haired bishonen. Bakura scowled at Malik. The blonde smirked. "Just as I recall." The denim accentuated the curves of Bakura's hips, the round arse cheeks displayed almost provacatively, sinous leg muscles. The white tank fitted the sculpted plane of abdominals, the navy oxford shirt hung billowy on his frame."Now, about our date."
"And where do you want to go?"
Malik moved closer to Bakura, smiling ferally. "My bed." Bakura hissed in warning. "Fine, your no fun. I do want us to stop by and see my Hikari. After that, we'll do what we want." Malik hooked his arm around Bakura's waist, snickering. "I always knew I would be the man of the relationship," he winked cheekily.
"Malik," Bakura growled, attempting to remove the arm encircling his middle.
"Ah-ah, this is a date and while we date, we are going to act like a couple. You do want the Rod, dont you?"
Bakura grumbled bad humoredly, sneaking a glance at the corridors of the dormitory, thanking Ra that there were no signs of students. A few cars were speeding from Brighton Hall, going to weekend excursions. Fortune Highschool loomed rather depressingly in the afternoon sun. It reminded Bakura of the stucco home where he used to reside with Malik in Egypt. It had been abandoned and the two thieves had made use of the despondent home. "Malik...when were you released?"
"Marik's family protected the Pharoah's tomb and the Sennen Rod was found discovered buried at the site. I've been sharing his body for ten years; it was unearthed when Marik was seven. How did you get into the business of Sennen Item collecting?"
"Ryou."
"Mmm, guess we all need our secrets. I'll call Marik and let him know we're coming. Don't want him to be indecent." Bakura rolled his eyes, getting into the passenger side of Malik's Audi, unaware that he was being watched.
@~~#~
Seto stood, body and mind numb, watched the Audi leave student parking. Bakura had been with Malik, Malik's arm around him. Seto felt a hand on his shoulder, meeting Yami's worried garnet view. "I will have a talk with him when he returns. Seto, you need to tell me what happened between you today. I saw Bakura with Malik earlier and it was as if he had been crying. Do you know something about this?"
Joey and Honda took one glance at the CEO before going to their respective rooms. Seto and Yami sank onto the stairs leading to the front door of Brighton Hall. "I dont know what I did Yami. Honestly, one minute Bakura was telling me about how he had been hurt worse then my suckling on his neck," Insert bright blush from Seto and smirk from Yami, "And the next, Malik had punched him and Bakura was crying."
"Thats wierd Bakura. You blanked out. I wish I knew what had caused this. I'll ask Sugorku if he's heard of anything regarding it. I suggest you get some sleep. You look like hell," Yami smiled, leaving for his room he shared with Joey.
"I feel like hell too," Seto murmured under his breath. "I hope you know what your doing Bakura..."
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Yes, short but, the next one will be longer. ^_^
Thanks for reviewing
Next: Bakura and Malik's date, Seto angsts, Joey and Yami get feisty
