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Saraha:Yes, chapter 22 is here at last!
Seto:Great.
Saraha:That it is! I'd like to know formally apolagise for the lack of updates
lately. A lot more than normal has been happening at my home so everythings been
kinda crazy. I hope you guys understand. ^.^;;;
Bakura:Do we got's presents?
Ryou:*Carries present bag into the room* Oh yeah!
*Yugi and Yami magically appear in the room*
Yugi and Yami:Presents! ^_^
Seto:O.o;;;
Bakura:Where'd the brats come from?
Saraha:They'll come any where for presents.
Yugi:*nods hyperly* Yep!
Seto:You better hand out the presents before he goes insane or something!
Ryou:*Pulls out first package* For Yugi-chan!
Yugi:Weeee! *opens pacage and out fall a teddy bear, the dark magician plushie, and the
'kawaii angel' shirt* OO Yay! *huggles teddy bear and DM plushie* Thank you, KaTya!
Everyone except Bakura and Seto:Kawaii!
Saraha:*rolls eyes* Don't mind those two, there just using up there daily dose of evil for today.
Seto:Oo Wha..?
Ryou:Next present, Yami Yugi! *throws his present at him*
Yami:Lets see here... a new leather outfit (*all fangirl's now drool*) and a 'Kickass Pharaoh' shirt!
Thanks KaTyA! *pulls on the Kickass shirt with a grin*
Bakura:*with a vain poping in head* He's not a kickass pharoah at all!
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Saraha:*smacks them both with a borrowed frying pan of DOOM she borrowed from Chichi of DBZ*
Yami:Ow!
Bakura:Ow!
Saraha:There now. Ryou if you could contiue please?
Ryou:Oh the next ones for me! I got a 'Kawaii Angel' shirt *blushes* and a change pf heart plushie,
thanks KaTyA! *pulls on his shirt and hugs plushie*
Fangirls:Kawaii!
Saraha:Aw Ryou your soooooo cute!
Ryou:Eh?
Bakura:Where're my gifts????
Ryou:Oh! Here you go Yami! *hands him a 'tomb robbers are awesome' shirt and the book about
addressing people by there proper names.*
Bakura:*pulls on shirt* Now that is so true, Tomb Robbers are awesome; espeically if there me!
Yami:*pops vain* Are not
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Saraha:*holds the frying pan of DOOM up and watches Yami and Bakura cower* Kahahaha!
Bakura:Well Mr.kingofgames, I got the last word in so I WIN.
Yami:What!?! I can't lose, I'm the king of games!!!
Bakura:*ignoring Yami* Hey! What's with the book???
Ryou:*cuddling COH plushie*Well, you did obsesivly call Yugi 'Pharaoh's brat' later chapter...
Bakura:So!?!
Everyone else:*shakes head at his logic*
Ryou:Seto, heres yours!
Seto:Hmm a black trench coat. *trys on* Not bad. *a random gust of wind blow through causing
the cool trench coat flutteringness of Seto Kaiba*
Saraha:*drools*
Seto:*sweatdrop* Keep her away from me...
Ryou:Er yeah. Here you giftties Saraha!
Saraha:*eyes light up as she opens* Oh look the shirt says 'My Writing Rocks'! *pulls shirt over
her first shirt* And *gasp* is that what I think it is???
Seto:*whispers* What is it?
Ryou:*whispers back* an anti-writers-block pen.
Saraha:*eyes fill with tears* Thank you KaTyA! *hugs KaTyA*
Ryou: and then we have a large supply of brownies, pie, cookies, tortilla chips, Seleia Nova's
famous guacamole dip, soda, six layer chocolate cake, and more cookies!
Everyone:OO
Ryou:Thanks to Asian Angel 12, KaTyA, Saturn, Soleia Nova, and Naomi!
Saraha:Thank you all!
Ryou:Oh we still got gifts left! *pulls out four dolls* Ok, it says the Yugi doll is for Yami, the Yami
for Yugi, the me.. doll for my Yami, and a doll of my Yami for me!
Yugi:*huggles Yami doll*
Ryou:*huggles Bakura doll*
Yami:*huggles Yugi doll*
Bakura:*huggles Ryou doll*
Fangirls:*look on with a crazed look in eyes* So... Kawaiii....
Bakura:Hey, the mighty Pharaoh's hugging a doll! *laughs*
Yami:So are you tomb robber!
Bakura:I hate you.
Yami:*nods* I know.
Seto:What about me???
Ryou:*Hands him a book*
Seto:Oooh another book. Now i'm sure I can hide all my pics of-
Everyone:*stands perfectly still waiting for Seto to admit who'd piccies he keeps
in his collection of books*
Seto:*smacks hand to forehead* I'm not tell you all!
Saraha:Damn it! So your not going to admit your undieing love for-
Seto:*clamps a hand over Saraha's mouth* I know how to get rid of people that get in my way.
Satraha:OO;;;; *mumbles*
Ryou:Er, yes. Well, Saraha you've also got.. a map of Seto's book hiding places!
Seto:OO WHAT!?!?!?!?!? *lets go of Saraha in shock*
Saraha:Wow! Thanks Asian Angel 12! You rock!
Ryou:Asian Angel was also the one who sent us the plushies and Seto the book and a jar full
of cookies!
Everyone:Thank you!
Saraha:Dang! The notes are getting almost as long as the story...
Well anyway, this chpter is the start of the dreams for the story. I had planned that I would do
something like this when the time came but, hadn't figured out exacly how. Then, the reason for
the lack of updates came. I had a Yugioh dream about three weeks ago. I thought it was a good
story idea and everything but, I wanted to finsh this one first. So I tried to contiue and found that
I couldn't, the other story was so vivoid in my mind. So I started writing the other story. I started
to post it up only to not get the right feeling from it. I took it down. I had at the time written two
chapters that were about Yami Bakura. Then it hit me, I would find a way to put Yami Bakura's
past into 'In the Guise of an Angel'. Not only would it let me get the idea out of my head but,
it would give Ryou a chance to maybe understand his Yami better thus, evetually adding to the
romance that is Ryou plus Bakura. Now, I had to find a way to acually get Ryou to know the
history of his Yami. I also still had the problem of all the bad boy things Yami Bakura does like
steal the eye of cousin Pegsy, try to take Mokuba's souless body, and kill a bunch of guards.
Now if Ryou's around Yami'd never be able to do all that stuff so, we needed to do something with
Ryou...
Well, if you want to find out how the hell I got all of this together you better just read the story.
I hope you guys enjoy. ^_^
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"Com'on Yugi you can do it!"
Tea's cheers filled my ears as I stood watching Mai and Yami Yugi duel. Yugi still seemed to
be trying to hold his Yami back and was loosing the duel because of it. I could tell though
that they would find a way to get through it; they were both very alike. Not like my Yami
and I. Now we were as different as day and night. He'd yet to speak to me since we left the
room even though I tried to talk to him several times; Rune and Yui seemed to be unable to talk
ether. I toyed with a button on my shirt chewing the edge of my lips.
Had I gone too far?
I knew that he couldn't be expected to change overnight and I didn't think he'd ever learn
to get along with Yugi or any of his friends. Still, it was foolish of me to give him a reason
to sulk in his soul room. Tristin gave me weird look again and I pushed my hand into my pockets
wishing he'd stop doing that.
'Is that bastard bothering you?'
I almost jumped in surprise.
'I- I thought you weren't listening to me Yami.'
'Well is he? I don't like the way he looks at you.'
I felt a mix of relive that he was once again speaking to me and embarrassment at the way he acting.
'I'm-I'm ok. I just was wondering-'
'What?'
I cringed.
'Why you got so upset earlier.'
'...'
'Yami?'
'Ryou, could you come to my soul room?'
I hesitated, he wouldn't try to hurt me would he?
A mental sigh.
'I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to talk to you face to face.'
I bit my lip.
'All right, let me go somewhere else, so the others won't see.'
I excused myself from the others, saying I had to go to the bathroom.
Now, where to go?
I decided to go to the nearest bathroom just in case they came looking for me.
I locked the door and flipped the toilet lid so that the seat was down.
I blinked and found myself in the ever familiar hall. Oddly Yami stood waiting for me there,
standing in the doorway of his chamber with a very small smile.
"Want something to drink?"
"Yeah that's be great."
I had noticed my throat had gone dry for some reason.
Why was I getting such a bad feeling from this? I knew now that my Yami wouldn't try to hurt me,
didn't I? As I sat across the table from him I suddenly felt uncertain. He was pouring his drink
when I looked back at him, my own sat in front of me. Carefully lifting the goblet I sipped
it's cooling content. Yami sat down now as well.
"Where do we start then?"
I blinked, I hadn't really thought about that.
"Well, I guess for one you could tell me why you hate Yugi's Yami."
He sipped his drink thoughtfully.
"That's hard to answer, Ryou."
I suddenly felt a bit dizzy.
"I need to know though."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really?"
I tried to shake my sudden grogginess without success, I absently rubbed sleep from my eye.
Yami looked at me with a small smirk.
"You alright Ryou?"
It hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Yami, what did you put in the drink?"
He was out of his seat lifting me out of my chair without an effort. He carried me to his bed.
"Just something to help you sleep my little Hikari."
"..Why?"
He gently laid me there covering my small form with the black sheet. He smiled sadly.
"I have things I must do. It's better if you don't ask."
"But.."
"Hush Ryou, I gotta do this."
"What.. Yugi?"
He looked at me in surprise then he smiled softly.
"Ryou, I won't touch him... today at least."
"Yami...please don't."
He sighed and brushed a curl of white hair from my face.
"I know it doesn't make sense but, I have to."
In my half-asleep haze I felt confusion.
"How..?"
He turned away.
"Just rest Ryou."
"Yami please... don't-"
Before I could finish sleep overtook me. Yet unlike my normal sleep, the most vivid dream
played into my mind. The funny thing was, it wasn't mine.
With wild white locks swirling around face and shoulders the pale boy,
ten years of age, ran into a darkened alley seeking refuge of some kind.
He was panting heavily wide brown eyes searching for a way out of the
position he'd put himself in. He tugged nervously at the tunic he wore,
it was the only thing he wore in fact; he was lucky enough to have that
alone with Ra baking his fair skin into red burns. The boy clenched
his left fist being careful not to do the same to his right; the sweet
fruit it held would not taste as good if it was squashed. The sound of
footsteps grew louder to his ears; they would be there in a moment.
Quickly he located a tiny gap in a crumbling wall that blocked the exit
of the alley; just big enough for a small skinny boy to squeeze though.
He poked the arm with the fruit though first then the other and his
head; he crawled the rest of the way and heard a tiny tearing noise
from behind him, a small piece of his already tattered tunic had been
ripped off. He grimaced as he stood up seeing that the clothing that
had gone to just above his knees before, now was at his upper thigh.
He pulled free the extra cloth throwing it over his shoulder as to not
leave any evidence that he had come through there; maybe he could fix
the tunic later. With that the boy plopped down, just out of view of
any passerby's and took a vicious bite out of the deep purple fruit
letting juice pour down his chin. It tasted wonderful, he'd figured
out over the last few years that stolen food tasted better than the
kind you bought. Though, anything he'd ever had the privilege to buy
had been the cheapest food possible whilst this was rather expensive
fruit. he wiped a bare hand over his lower face catching the drippings
only to lick his fingers clean; he wouldn't waste any of this treat.
He knew they'd probably find him soon, he was quite easy to pick out
in the crowds but he was going to enjoy his food before they gutted
him or worse, sold him as a slave. He having no home put him into
such a predicament ever so often; he'd been lucky that past three
years. Before he could take another bite of the lush fruit a hand
grabbed the back of his sand colored clothing pulling his up and off
he ground. The boy habitably began to struggle squirming and kicking
at this person eyes tightly shut.
"Aku, stop wiggling."
This boy, Aku opened his chocolate colored eyes to see the deeply tan
man that held him captive.
"Oh, it's you."
The boy then acted like the man wasn't holding his at least a foot off
the ground and took another bite from his fruit. The man raised a dark
eyebrow at the now at ease child.
"Stealing again? Really, I thought you knew better by now."
"Know what by now? That it's ether steal or die?"
The man shook his head sadly.
"I really should turn you in little man."
Aku shrugged.
"Probably, are you?"
The man sighed.
"Are you going to stop stealing?"
"No."
The man used his free hand to unclasp his cloak and pull it into place
on the boys shoulder; he pulled the hood up to cover the white as
cloud hair of the boy before pulling Aku over his shoulder.
"Can't turn me in can you?"
The man sighed again.
"You know me all to well Aku."
And with that they set off.
They reached the tall man's home shortly before dark; it was a small
shelter on the edge of the city a humble housing for the man who lived
alone. By now the man had let the boy walk on his own knowing he
wouldn't run; the cloak still hung over the boys tiny frame to hide
the pale skin and white hair that made him so noticeable. The man lit
a few candles around the room to lighten the one room shamble. Stacks
of cheaply made scrolls and bags were placed messily around the room.
Aku pulled the oversized cloak hood off blowing bangs from his eyesight.
"You were gone longer than four months ya know."
The man dug into one of his bags pulling out a loaf of bread.
"Well they asked me to stay on an extra week and it takes a couple of days
to get back here; if it weren't for you I would have moved to the
capital by now just to avoid the journey."
The boy laughed bitterly.
"You worry about me too much. Your a Priest, not my father."
The man broke the bread in half before handing half to Aku.
"Yes well, I can't help but wonder if you'll ever change."
The Priest sat next to the boy on the floor and began to mutter a short
prayer, the boy had already torn into the food like an animal rather
than the small boy he was. The man stared at him in surprise.
"Can't you even take a moment to thank the Gods for your meal?"
Aku licked a crumb from his lips.
"First of all, you gave me the food not the Gods. Next, the Gods
obviously don't like me at all, what should I thank them for, killing
off my parents? Making me look different so I can't go anywhere without
people staring or trying to hurt me? I have to steal to live because of
the damned Gods."
The man chewed his own bread thoughtfully. He'd been watching this boy
for some time now; he knew that he'd been on the street since he was
seven but, he'd never heard about his parents or anything about his
past. Ever so often the child would get into trouble with the locals
and end up being rescued by him. He wasn't sure why but, he had taken
a liking to the strange young man who called himself Aku.
"Now I could thank you for giving me food and saving my ass ever so
often but, your obviously insane to give a damn about me."
The boy took another huge bite choking slightly on the large piece
he'd bit off before swallowing. The man hid a smile at the boy's
musing; he was such an unusual child, so very different from any of the
ones that lived in the city.
"Well you are an interesting person."
The boy stopped eating to inch away from the man.
"Don't you start talking like those damned slave traders! Last thing
I need is to find out you have a thing for little boys."
The boy's abruptness was surprise at first but, he did hear things
that most children didn't.
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant most children don't go around
stealing and spying, wondering the streets all day."
The boy now seemingly convinced that the other wasn't going to jump
him continued to eat, taking another large bite from the heel of his
bread. He swallowed before continuing.
"Well most don't have there parents killed by palace guards accusing
them of treason."
The man dropped his bread onto his lap.
"Your parents rebelled against the Pharaoh?"
Aku shrugged.
"Like I really know, I was seven when they died. I don't think most
would trust a little boy with life threatening secrets."
The tanned nodded slowly.
"Why weren't you killed then? Or sold off?"
"People didn't know about me. My mother had me stay inside most of the
time or just where no one would see me. She said I stood out too
much in a crowd, people might try and hurt me or something. They
both looked perfectly normal though, lightly tanned with black hair,
brown eyes like mine though; it's the only thing I seemed to get in
looks from them."
That did make sense, he'd seen mothers who protected the more,
interesting looking children from the wicked people in the world.
Aku, of course, was probably the most interesting looking person
he's ever seem in Egypt.
"Well, that does make sense Aku."
"Of course it does, why would I lie about something like that?"
Aku finished off his bread as he waited for an answer.
"I didn't accuse you of lying."
"You were close to it."
They sat in silence for a while just enjoying the quiet of night.
The tanned priest gave up on trying to find out more from the boy,
he obviously didn't want to talk about it.
"Aku?"
The boy had found his way to the layer of cushions the man used
as a bed.
"Hmm?"
"If I told you that you could stay here and live with me what
would you say?"
He waited for a response as he turned towards the makeshift bed.
Aku lay there asleep breathing deeply the night air.
The man smiled, and cover the boy with the cloak taking a couple
of the unused pillows for his own use. It was good to know that
the boy felt comfortable in his presence.
"Sleep well Aku."
"When can we eat, Sunqui? We haven't eaten in forever!"
The tan young Priest named Sunqui had to fight to keep
himself from smiling at Aku's whining.
"I believe that having not eaten since this morning
isn't 'forever' Aku."
The boy now dressed in a tunic of off white with sand
colored leggings frowned, spinning the wooden staff he
held between two fingers.
"Well I'm hungry. Aren't you?"
"We'll eat after your able to block more than once in
a lesson. Now bring up your guard!"
The shaved head of Sunqui gleaned in Ra's heat as he
took his own staff into an attack grip focusing his
entire being on the boy before him.
Without warning the man brought the staff across his
body making the pole shutter lightly as it made contact
with the smaller's slender leg. Aku yelped lightly
completely forgetting to keep his guard up.
Sunqui shook his head at the flinching boy.
"You'll never learn if you keep this up boy!"
The boy gritted his teeth growling at his elder.
"Try me again, I'm ready!"
The man couldn't help but let his smile show
through, the boy was very persistent; he'd
proved that when he'd learned everything else
the man had taught him. He moved his staff
to a vertical stance. He stood perfectly still watching
his student; he'd done this many times before, waiting
for the perfect moment to strike an attack at the child.
Aku brought his own back to the guard position and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He could feel his muscle become stiff in the stance he
was in. Was Sunqui ever going to attack?
Sweat beaded on the barest of his flesh, his stare
at the mentor of a man never wavering.
The tall tanned figure choose that moment to strike.
The staff came at an angle as to hit the right side
of the boy's firm stomach only to be stopped by another
lengthy piece of wood. Sunqui was surprised by the boys
sudden concentration but, refused to show it; instead
the moment the click of wood against wood was heard
he moved the pole to try another hit on his thigh.
The boy was too fast, his staff barely moved yet
was able to stop the solid attack. Now the man felt
a string of pride building in himself; he had taught
the boy well, how long could he keep it up though?
He'd never gotten more than a couple of blocks in a
row. He jabbed and moved trying different angles
at speeds; Aku blocked everyone of them.
Finally he brought the staff to hit the young man's
leg again and the brown eyed boy moved his staff at
an off balanced angle efficiently tripping himself.
Spiting out a mouthful of sand he looked up
at his teacher. The darker man smiled at the
child he'd taken under his wing and offered a hand up.
"You did well Aku. You made me proud."
Aku took the hand with a grin.
"Can we eat then?"
Sunqui smiled.
"Do you have to?"
"Aku, I'm a Priest. I'm expected to serve at least four
months a year."
The boy now eleven had been living with the Priest
for eight months.
"That's not fair though!"
The man smiled amusingly.
"I only work four months of a year, what's not fair about
that?"
The boy pouted.
"What about me though? What am I suppose to do?"
"Well, the way I see it you ether stay here and watch over
our humble shamble; I showed you were the best hunting in
the desert is as well as the edible plants so you'd be
fine. Or you could come with me and begin to train to be
a Priest. The choice is yours alone of course."
The boy fiddled with the dagger that now hung from his
belt; Sunqui had given it to him only a month before
when he'd turned eleven as a present, it had a black
hilt with a gleaming silver blade. It was simple yet elegant
and was Aku's treasure; he'd never owned anything so fine
in his life.
"I-I don't know. I'm not sure I could dedicate my life to
something I've always had trouble believing in."
Sunqui was not at all surprised at how sharp the boys mind
was; he'd been planing to teach him to read for some time
now but, had never gotten the chance.
"I understand. So you'll stay here then?"
The boy nodded.
"All right, I'll be leaving in a few days then, I promise I'll
only be gone for a few months."
The boy nodded again.
"Hey Sunqui? How old are you?"
The man by now was used to the child asking random personal
questions of him. It was just something he did.
"twenty-nine."
The boy made a face.
"Hm your younger than I would have ever thought."
A smoothly arched eyebrow formed on the older.
"Are you calling me an old man?"
"In spirit at least."
"If I weren't such an old man I'd teach you Aku."
The boy rolled his eyes and pealed up one part of
his leggings reviling both old and fresh bruises.
"I believe these were cause by your teaching me."
"Oh, maybe I'm not so old then?"
The boy laughed.
"Whatever you say old man."
"Who in the underworld are those people?"
Aku and Sunqui both knelt behind a large rock
near the shamble they called a home;
a group of well muscle and armed men were
gathered around it, several of them had broken
the door down and were ransacking the place.
"Raiders?"
Sunqui shook his head.
"There too organized and they came from the city."
"Who then?"
They watched a tall man carry Sunqui's scroll into
a pile outside, one was open and being read.
Sunqui's tanned face paled considerably as they watched.
"No..."
"What is it? Do you know what's going on?"
Sunqui abruptly pushed the boy to the ground pinning
his shoulders efficiently.
"Aku, I want you to stay here and not to come out
until dawn, ok?"
The boy looked startled before pushing against the
other snarling.
"No way! I don't know what's wrong with you but, I'll
help you with it. You taught me Sunqui and I'd help
you any way I can!"
Sunqui oddly smiled. The boy he'd come to know had always
been somewhat selfish, it was nice to know that he'd taught
the boy more than survival skills.
"The only way you can help me is by living. I wish I could
have done more for you Aku."
The boy looked frightened.
"Wha-what do you mean?"
The man punched the boy in the stomach hard.
Wide brown eyes stared in disbelief at his mentor as
he slowly fell into unconsciousness. The man released
the boy's shoulders and let him fall onto the chilly
sand. He felt bad for hurting the little one but,
it was all he could do. The boy would be knocked out
until morning at least. He undid the clasp on his cloak
and covered the boy with it.
"Good-bye my brother."
It was very hot.
That was the first thing the small white haired boy
noticed when he awoke. He saw tan when he opened his
eyes and recognized it as the cloak he so often used.
It belong to Sunqui though. He pushed it off his face
and felt Ra's heat cover him even more.
It was day?
The boy sat up and looked over the rock he lay next to.
He could see from where he was the house he had lived in
for most of year; it was burned to the ground, everything
was gone. Without even thinking he bolted up the cloak's
hood being the only thing that keep it on him as he ran
down to the house. This couldn't have happened though,
Sunqui would have stopped it. It had to be a bad dream.
The boy pinched himself. It hurt. He walked a circle around the
house. He came across another smoldering heap. A body lay there,
its flesh and skin burned away by the flame. The body obviously
male had next to him a piece of papyrus with writing scrawled
on it. Although Aku never learned how to read he did know what
the black inked writing told. The something it had when one
had been pinned to his door when he was seven.
This person was a traitor to the Pharaoh.
Sunqui was a traitor to the Pharaoh.
And he was killed for it.
His greatest friend and mentor was dead.
The Pharaoh ordered his death.
For the second time in his life Aku knew the grief that
the monarch could cause.
He wept.
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Ok, now I really need to know if you all think going into dreams in the story is a good idea
or if it just doesn't click togther ok? Oh, and just to warn you all Aku's life gets worse in the
next chapter, dramatically so. I'm trying to figure out if I may need to raise the rating for it.
OO;;;;
I plan on the dreams taking up about three chapters or maybe four and have Ryou fading in
and out of unconscious ever so often so I can keep everything in order.
Now on to other subjects, soon this story will be past the Duelest Kingdom arc of Yugioh.
Now when I first began writing I planed on ending this after the shadow game with Yami and
Bakura. Then after a while I said I'd end this after the Duelest Kingdom. Now, I'd
like to know if you if you guys think I should:
A. just keep writing in this story forever! (OO;)
B.countiue the Ryou + Yami B story after the duelest kingdom in a seprate story.
C.Write a Ryou/Bakura Lemon! (Ryou:*blushes*)
D.Go on to another set of bishies love!
E.Write a Rune/Yui story
F.pixy sticks???
G.Write other R/B storys that don't nessisarly follow the story line of the series.
Alright? This a poll so just answer it in your review ok? Your not going to review???
Whats wrong with you then??? Go review now!
Oh, and a side pole:
This storys going to go at least till they get back to Domino. So Ryou's dad should be home
from his trip by the time they get back so should Ryou's dad find out about Bakura, Rune, and Yui?
A.Yes! All of them! The evil of it all! Mahahahahaha! (Oo)
B.No way! Why should he?
C.Only about them being there, not about Ryou and Bakura relationship or Rune and Yui's.
D.Only Bakura (w/relationship)
E.Only Bakura (without relationship)
F.Only Rune/Yui (R)
G.Only Rune/Yui (WOR)
H. *glomp*
Alright? Egveryone gets one vote in each poll and alter egos/ muses/ random psychos will
have to share that one vote ok?
Alright now go Review now! Mahahahahaha! (OO;;;;;)
I don't own Yugioh, it owns me. ^.^;
Saraha:Yes, chapter 22 is here at last!
Seto:Great.
Saraha:That it is! I'd like to know formally apolagise for the lack of updates
lately. A lot more than normal has been happening at my home so everythings been
kinda crazy. I hope you guys understand. ^.^;;;
Bakura:Do we got's presents?
Ryou:*Carries present bag into the room* Oh yeah!
*Yugi and Yami magically appear in the room*
Yugi and Yami:Presents! ^_^
Seto:O.o;;;
Bakura:Where'd the brats come from?
Saraha:They'll come any where for presents.
Yugi:*nods hyperly* Yep!
Seto:You better hand out the presents before he goes insane or something!
Ryou:*Pulls out first package* For Yugi-chan!
Yugi:Weeee! *opens pacage and out fall a teddy bear, the dark magician plushie, and the
'kawaii angel' shirt* OO Yay! *huggles teddy bear and DM plushie* Thank you, KaTya!
Everyone except Bakura and Seto:Kawaii!
Saraha:*rolls eyes* Don't mind those two, there just using up there daily dose of evil for today.
Seto:Oo Wha..?
Ryou:Next present, Yami Yugi! *throws his present at him*
Yami:Lets see here... a new leather outfit (*all fangirl's now drool*) and a 'Kickass Pharaoh' shirt!
Thanks KaTyA! *pulls on the Kickass shirt with a grin*
Bakura:*with a vain poping in head* He's not a kickass pharoah at all!
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Yami:Yes I am.
Bakura:No your not.
Saraha:*smacks them both with a borrowed frying pan of DOOM she borrowed from Chichi of DBZ*
Yami:Ow!
Bakura:Ow!
Saraha:There now. Ryou if you could contiue please?
Ryou:Oh the next ones for me! I got a 'Kawaii Angel' shirt *blushes* and a change pf heart plushie,
thanks KaTyA! *pulls on his shirt and hugs plushie*
Fangirls:Kawaii!
Saraha:Aw Ryou your soooooo cute!
Ryou:Eh?
Bakura:Where're my gifts????
Ryou:Oh! Here you go Yami! *hands him a 'tomb robbers are awesome' shirt and the book about
addressing people by there proper names.*
Bakura:*pulls on shirt* Now that is so true, Tomb Robbers are awesome; espeically if there me!
Yami:*pops vain* Are not
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Yami:Are not.
Bakura:Are to.
Saraha:*holds the frying pan of DOOM up and watches Yami and Bakura cower* Kahahaha!
Bakura:Well Mr.kingofgames, I got the last word in so I WIN.
Yami:What!?! I can't lose, I'm the king of games!!!
Bakura:*ignoring Yami* Hey! What's with the book???
Ryou:*cuddling COH plushie*Well, you did obsesivly call Yugi 'Pharaoh's brat' later chapter...
Bakura:So!?!
Everyone else:*shakes head at his logic*
Ryou:Seto, heres yours!
Seto:Hmm a black trench coat. *trys on* Not bad. *a random gust of wind blow through causing
the cool trench coat flutteringness of Seto Kaiba*
Saraha:*drools*
Seto:*sweatdrop* Keep her away from me...
Ryou:Er yeah. Here you giftties Saraha!
Saraha:*eyes light up as she opens* Oh look the shirt says 'My Writing Rocks'! *pulls shirt over
her first shirt* And *gasp* is that what I think it is???
Seto:*whispers* What is it?
Ryou:*whispers back* an anti-writers-block pen.
Saraha:*eyes fill with tears* Thank you KaTyA! *hugs KaTyA*
Ryou: and then we have a large supply of brownies, pie, cookies, tortilla chips, Seleia Nova's
famous guacamole dip, soda, six layer chocolate cake, and more cookies!
Everyone:OO
Ryou:Thanks to Asian Angel 12, KaTyA, Saturn, Soleia Nova, and Naomi!
Saraha:Thank you all!
Ryou:Oh we still got gifts left! *pulls out four dolls* Ok, it says the Yugi doll is for Yami, the Yami
for Yugi, the me.. doll for my Yami, and a doll of my Yami for me!
Yugi:*huggles Yami doll*
Ryou:*huggles Bakura doll*
Yami:*huggles Yugi doll*
Bakura:*huggles Ryou doll*
Fangirls:*look on with a crazed look in eyes* So... Kawaiii....
Bakura:Hey, the mighty Pharaoh's hugging a doll! *laughs*
Yami:So are you tomb robber!
Bakura:I hate you.
Yami:*nods* I know.
Seto:What about me???
Ryou:*Hands him a book*
Seto:Oooh another book. Now i'm sure I can hide all my pics of-
Everyone:*stands perfectly still waiting for Seto to admit who'd piccies he keeps
in his collection of books*
Seto:*smacks hand to forehead* I'm not tell you all!
Saraha:Damn it! So your not going to admit your undieing love for-
Seto:*clamps a hand over Saraha's mouth* I know how to get rid of people that get in my way.
Satraha:OO;;;; *mumbles*
Ryou:Er, yes. Well, Saraha you've also got.. a map of Seto's book hiding places!
Seto:OO WHAT!?!?!?!?!? *lets go of Saraha in shock*
Saraha:Wow! Thanks Asian Angel 12! You rock!
Ryou:Asian Angel was also the one who sent us the plushies and Seto the book and a jar full
of cookies!
Everyone:Thank you!
Saraha:Dang! The notes are getting almost as long as the story...
Well anyway, this chpter is the start of the dreams for the story. I had planned that I would do
something like this when the time came but, hadn't figured out exacly how. Then, the reason for
the lack of updates came. I had a Yugioh dream about three weeks ago. I thought it was a good
story idea and everything but, I wanted to finsh this one first. So I tried to contiue and found that
I couldn't, the other story was so vivoid in my mind. So I started writing the other story. I started
to post it up only to not get the right feeling from it. I took it down. I had at the time written two
chapters that were about Yami Bakura. Then it hit me, I would find a way to put Yami Bakura's
past into 'In the Guise of an Angel'. Not only would it let me get the idea out of my head but,
it would give Ryou a chance to maybe understand his Yami better thus, evetually adding to the
romance that is Ryou plus Bakura. Now, I had to find a way to acually get Ryou to know the
history of his Yami. I also still had the problem of all the bad boy things Yami Bakura does like
steal the eye of cousin Pegsy, try to take Mokuba's souless body, and kill a bunch of guards.
Now if Ryou's around Yami'd never be able to do all that stuff so, we needed to do something with
Ryou...
Well, if you want to find out how the hell I got all of this together you better just read the story.
I hope you guys enjoy. ^_^
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"Com'on Yugi you can do it!"
Tea's cheers filled my ears as I stood watching Mai and Yami Yugi duel. Yugi still seemed to
be trying to hold his Yami back and was loosing the duel because of it. I could tell though
that they would find a way to get through it; they were both very alike. Not like my Yami
and I. Now we were as different as day and night. He'd yet to speak to me since we left the
room even though I tried to talk to him several times; Rune and Yui seemed to be unable to talk
ether. I toyed with a button on my shirt chewing the edge of my lips.
Had I gone too far?
I knew that he couldn't be expected to change overnight and I didn't think he'd ever learn
to get along with Yugi or any of his friends. Still, it was foolish of me to give him a reason
to sulk in his soul room. Tristin gave me weird look again and I pushed my hand into my pockets
wishing he'd stop doing that.
'Is that bastard bothering you?'
I almost jumped in surprise.
'I- I thought you weren't listening to me Yami.'
'Well is he? I don't like the way he looks at you.'
I felt a mix of relive that he was once again speaking to me and embarrassment at the way he acting.
'I'm-I'm ok. I just was wondering-'
'What?'
I cringed.
'Why you got so upset earlier.'
'...'
'Yami?'
'Ryou, could you come to my soul room?'
I hesitated, he wouldn't try to hurt me would he?
A mental sigh.
'I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to talk to you face to face.'
I bit my lip.
'All right, let me go somewhere else, so the others won't see.'
I excused myself from the others, saying I had to go to the bathroom.
Now, where to go?
I decided to go to the nearest bathroom just in case they came looking for me.
I locked the door and flipped the toilet lid so that the seat was down.
I blinked and found myself in the ever familiar hall. Oddly Yami stood waiting for me there,
standing in the doorway of his chamber with a very small smile.
"Want something to drink?"
"Yeah that's be great."
I had noticed my throat had gone dry for some reason.
Why was I getting such a bad feeling from this? I knew now that my Yami wouldn't try to hurt me,
didn't I? As I sat across the table from him I suddenly felt uncertain. He was pouring his drink
when I looked back at him, my own sat in front of me. Carefully lifting the goblet I sipped
it's cooling content. Yami sat down now as well.
"Where do we start then?"
I blinked, I hadn't really thought about that.
"Well, I guess for one you could tell me why you hate Yugi's Yami."
He sipped his drink thoughtfully.
"That's hard to answer, Ryou."
I suddenly felt a bit dizzy.
"I need to know though."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really?"
I tried to shake my sudden grogginess without success, I absently rubbed sleep from my eye.
Yami looked at me with a small smirk.
"You alright Ryou?"
It hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Yami, what did you put in the drink?"
He was out of his seat lifting me out of my chair without an effort. He carried me to his bed.
"Just something to help you sleep my little Hikari."
"..Why?"
He gently laid me there covering my small form with the black sheet. He smiled sadly.
"I have things I must do. It's better if you don't ask."
"But.."
"Hush Ryou, I gotta do this."
"What.. Yugi?"
He looked at me in surprise then he smiled softly.
"Ryou, I won't touch him... today at least."
"Yami...please don't."
He sighed and brushed a curl of white hair from my face.
"I know it doesn't make sense but, I have to."
In my half-asleep haze I felt confusion.
"How..?"
He turned away.
"Just rest Ryou."
"Yami please... don't-"
Before I could finish sleep overtook me. Yet unlike my normal sleep, the most vivid dream
played into my mind. The funny thing was, it wasn't mine.
With wild white locks swirling around face and shoulders the pale boy,
ten years of age, ran into a darkened alley seeking refuge of some kind.
He was panting heavily wide brown eyes searching for a way out of the
position he'd put himself in. He tugged nervously at the tunic he wore,
it was the only thing he wore in fact; he was lucky enough to have that
alone with Ra baking his fair skin into red burns. The boy clenched
his left fist being careful not to do the same to his right; the sweet
fruit it held would not taste as good if it was squashed. The sound of
footsteps grew louder to his ears; they would be there in a moment.
Quickly he located a tiny gap in a crumbling wall that blocked the exit
of the alley; just big enough for a small skinny boy to squeeze though.
He poked the arm with the fruit though first then the other and his
head; he crawled the rest of the way and heard a tiny tearing noise
from behind him, a small piece of his already tattered tunic had been
ripped off. He grimaced as he stood up seeing that the clothing that
had gone to just above his knees before, now was at his upper thigh.
He pulled free the extra cloth throwing it over his shoulder as to not
leave any evidence that he had come through there; maybe he could fix
the tunic later. With that the boy plopped down, just out of view of
any passerby's and took a vicious bite out of the deep purple fruit
letting juice pour down his chin. It tasted wonderful, he'd figured
out over the last few years that stolen food tasted better than the
kind you bought. Though, anything he'd ever had the privilege to buy
had been the cheapest food possible whilst this was rather expensive
fruit. he wiped a bare hand over his lower face catching the drippings
only to lick his fingers clean; he wouldn't waste any of this treat.
He knew they'd probably find him soon, he was quite easy to pick out
in the crowds but he was going to enjoy his food before they gutted
him or worse, sold him as a slave. He having no home put him into
such a predicament ever so often; he'd been lucky that past three
years. Before he could take another bite of the lush fruit a hand
grabbed the back of his sand colored clothing pulling his up and off
he ground. The boy habitably began to struggle squirming and kicking
at this person eyes tightly shut.
"Aku, stop wiggling."
This boy, Aku opened his chocolate colored eyes to see the deeply tan
man that held him captive.
"Oh, it's you."
The boy then acted like the man wasn't holding his at least a foot off
the ground and took another bite from his fruit. The man raised a dark
eyebrow at the now at ease child.
"Stealing again? Really, I thought you knew better by now."
"Know what by now? That it's ether steal or die?"
The man shook his head sadly.
"I really should turn you in little man."
Aku shrugged.
"Probably, are you?"
The man sighed.
"Are you going to stop stealing?"
"No."
The man used his free hand to unclasp his cloak and pull it into place
on the boys shoulder; he pulled the hood up to cover the white as
cloud hair of the boy before pulling Aku over his shoulder.
"Can't turn me in can you?"
The man sighed again.
"You know me all to well Aku."
And with that they set off.
They reached the tall man's home shortly before dark; it was a small
shelter on the edge of the city a humble housing for the man who lived
alone. By now the man had let the boy walk on his own knowing he
wouldn't run; the cloak still hung over the boys tiny frame to hide
the pale skin and white hair that made him so noticeable. The man lit
a few candles around the room to lighten the one room shamble. Stacks
of cheaply made scrolls and bags were placed messily around the room.
Aku pulled the oversized cloak hood off blowing bangs from his eyesight.
"You were gone longer than four months ya know."
The man dug into one of his bags pulling out a loaf of bread.
"Well they asked me to stay on an extra week and it takes a couple of days
to get back here; if it weren't for you I would have moved to the
capital by now just to avoid the journey."
The boy laughed bitterly.
"You worry about me too much. Your a Priest, not my father."
The man broke the bread in half before handing half to Aku.
"Yes well, I can't help but wonder if you'll ever change."
The Priest sat next to the boy on the floor and began to mutter a short
prayer, the boy had already torn into the food like an animal rather
than the small boy he was. The man stared at him in surprise.
"Can't you even take a moment to thank the Gods for your meal?"
Aku licked a crumb from his lips.
"First of all, you gave me the food not the Gods. Next, the Gods
obviously don't like me at all, what should I thank them for, killing
off my parents? Making me look different so I can't go anywhere without
people staring or trying to hurt me? I have to steal to live because of
the damned Gods."
The man chewed his own bread thoughtfully. He'd been watching this boy
for some time now; he knew that he'd been on the street since he was
seven but, he'd never heard about his parents or anything about his
past. Ever so often the child would get into trouble with the locals
and end up being rescued by him. He wasn't sure why but, he had taken
a liking to the strange young man who called himself Aku.
"Now I could thank you for giving me food and saving my ass ever so
often but, your obviously insane to give a damn about me."
The boy took another huge bite choking slightly on the large piece
he'd bit off before swallowing. The man hid a smile at the boy's
musing; he was such an unusual child, so very different from any of the
ones that lived in the city.
"Well you are an interesting person."
The boy stopped eating to inch away from the man.
"Don't you start talking like those damned slave traders! Last thing
I need is to find out you have a thing for little boys."
The boy's abruptness was surprise at first but, he did hear things
that most children didn't.
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant most children don't go around
stealing and spying, wondering the streets all day."
The boy now seemingly convinced that the other wasn't going to jump
him continued to eat, taking another large bite from the heel of his
bread. He swallowed before continuing.
"Well most don't have there parents killed by palace guards accusing
them of treason."
The man dropped his bread onto his lap.
"Your parents rebelled against the Pharaoh?"
Aku shrugged.
"Like I really know, I was seven when they died. I don't think most
would trust a little boy with life threatening secrets."
The tanned nodded slowly.
"Why weren't you killed then? Or sold off?"
"People didn't know about me. My mother had me stay inside most of the
time or just where no one would see me. She said I stood out too
much in a crowd, people might try and hurt me or something. They
both looked perfectly normal though, lightly tanned with black hair,
brown eyes like mine though; it's the only thing I seemed to get in
looks from them."
That did make sense, he'd seen mothers who protected the more,
interesting looking children from the wicked people in the world.
Aku, of course, was probably the most interesting looking person
he's ever seem in Egypt.
"Well, that does make sense Aku."
"Of course it does, why would I lie about something like that?"
Aku finished off his bread as he waited for an answer.
"I didn't accuse you of lying."
"You were close to it."
They sat in silence for a while just enjoying the quiet of night.
The tanned priest gave up on trying to find out more from the boy,
he obviously didn't want to talk about it.
"Aku?"
The boy had found his way to the layer of cushions the man used
as a bed.
"Hmm?"
"If I told you that you could stay here and live with me what
would you say?"
He waited for a response as he turned towards the makeshift bed.
Aku lay there asleep breathing deeply the night air.
The man smiled, and cover the boy with the cloak taking a couple
of the unused pillows for his own use. It was good to know that
the boy felt comfortable in his presence.
"Sleep well Aku."
"When can we eat, Sunqui? We haven't eaten in forever!"
The tan young Priest named Sunqui had to fight to keep
himself from smiling at Aku's whining.
"I believe that having not eaten since this morning
isn't 'forever' Aku."
The boy now dressed in a tunic of off white with sand
colored leggings frowned, spinning the wooden staff he
held between two fingers.
"Well I'm hungry. Aren't you?"
"We'll eat after your able to block more than once in
a lesson. Now bring up your guard!"
The shaved head of Sunqui gleaned in Ra's heat as he
took his own staff into an attack grip focusing his
entire being on the boy before him.
Without warning the man brought the staff across his
body making the pole shutter lightly as it made contact
with the smaller's slender leg. Aku yelped lightly
completely forgetting to keep his guard up.
Sunqui shook his head at the flinching boy.
"You'll never learn if you keep this up boy!"
The boy gritted his teeth growling at his elder.
"Try me again, I'm ready!"
The man couldn't help but let his smile show
through, the boy was very persistent; he'd
proved that when he'd learned everything else
the man had taught him. He moved his staff
to a vertical stance. He stood perfectly still watching
his student; he'd done this many times before, waiting
for the perfect moment to strike an attack at the child.
Aku brought his own back to the guard position and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He could feel his muscle become stiff in the stance he
was in. Was Sunqui ever going to attack?
Sweat beaded on the barest of his flesh, his stare
at the mentor of a man never wavering.
The tall tanned figure choose that moment to strike.
The staff came at an angle as to hit the right side
of the boy's firm stomach only to be stopped by another
lengthy piece of wood. Sunqui was surprised by the boys
sudden concentration but, refused to show it; instead
the moment the click of wood against wood was heard
he moved the pole to try another hit on his thigh.
The boy was too fast, his staff barely moved yet
was able to stop the solid attack. Now the man felt
a string of pride building in himself; he had taught
the boy well, how long could he keep it up though?
He'd never gotten more than a couple of blocks in a
row. He jabbed and moved trying different angles
at speeds; Aku blocked everyone of them.
Finally he brought the staff to hit the young man's
leg again and the brown eyed boy moved his staff at
an off balanced angle efficiently tripping himself.
Spiting out a mouthful of sand he looked up
at his teacher. The darker man smiled at the
child he'd taken under his wing and offered a hand up.
"You did well Aku. You made me proud."
Aku took the hand with a grin.
"Can we eat then?"
Sunqui smiled.
"Do you have to?"
"Aku, I'm a Priest. I'm expected to serve at least four
months a year."
The boy now eleven had been living with the Priest
for eight months.
"That's not fair though!"
The man smiled amusingly.
"I only work four months of a year, what's not fair about
that?"
The boy pouted.
"What about me though? What am I suppose to do?"
"Well, the way I see it you ether stay here and watch over
our humble shamble; I showed you were the best hunting in
the desert is as well as the edible plants so you'd be
fine. Or you could come with me and begin to train to be
a Priest. The choice is yours alone of course."
The boy fiddled with the dagger that now hung from his
belt; Sunqui had given it to him only a month before
when he'd turned eleven as a present, it had a black
hilt with a gleaming silver blade. It was simple yet elegant
and was Aku's treasure; he'd never owned anything so fine
in his life.
"I-I don't know. I'm not sure I could dedicate my life to
something I've always had trouble believing in."
Sunqui was not at all surprised at how sharp the boys mind
was; he'd been planing to teach him to read for some time
now but, had never gotten the chance.
"I understand. So you'll stay here then?"
The boy nodded.
"All right, I'll be leaving in a few days then, I promise I'll
only be gone for a few months."
The boy nodded again.
"Hey Sunqui? How old are you?"
The man by now was used to the child asking random personal
questions of him. It was just something he did.
"twenty-nine."
The boy made a face.
"Hm your younger than I would have ever thought."
A smoothly arched eyebrow formed on the older.
"Are you calling me an old man?"
"In spirit at least."
"If I weren't such an old man I'd teach you Aku."
The boy rolled his eyes and pealed up one part of
his leggings reviling both old and fresh bruises.
"I believe these were cause by your teaching me."
"Oh, maybe I'm not so old then?"
The boy laughed.
"Whatever you say old man."
"Who in the underworld are those people?"
Aku and Sunqui both knelt behind a large rock
near the shamble they called a home;
a group of well muscle and armed men were
gathered around it, several of them had broken
the door down and were ransacking the place.
"Raiders?"
Sunqui shook his head.
"There too organized and they came from the city."
"Who then?"
They watched a tall man carry Sunqui's scroll into
a pile outside, one was open and being read.
Sunqui's tanned face paled considerably as they watched.
"No..."
"What is it? Do you know what's going on?"
Sunqui abruptly pushed the boy to the ground pinning
his shoulders efficiently.
"Aku, I want you to stay here and not to come out
until dawn, ok?"
The boy looked startled before pushing against the
other snarling.
"No way! I don't know what's wrong with you but, I'll
help you with it. You taught me Sunqui and I'd help
you any way I can!"
Sunqui oddly smiled. The boy he'd come to know had always
been somewhat selfish, it was nice to know that he'd taught
the boy more than survival skills.
"The only way you can help me is by living. I wish I could
have done more for you Aku."
The boy looked frightened.
"Wha-what do you mean?"
The man punched the boy in the stomach hard.
Wide brown eyes stared in disbelief at his mentor as
he slowly fell into unconsciousness. The man released
the boy's shoulders and let him fall onto the chilly
sand. He felt bad for hurting the little one but,
it was all he could do. The boy would be knocked out
until morning at least. He undid the clasp on his cloak
and covered the boy with it.
"Good-bye my brother."
It was very hot.
That was the first thing the small white haired boy
noticed when he awoke. He saw tan when he opened his
eyes and recognized it as the cloak he so often used.
It belong to Sunqui though. He pushed it off his face
and felt Ra's heat cover him even more.
It was day?
The boy sat up and looked over the rock he lay next to.
He could see from where he was the house he had lived in
for most of year; it was burned to the ground, everything
was gone. Without even thinking he bolted up the cloak's
hood being the only thing that keep it on him as he ran
down to the house. This couldn't have happened though,
Sunqui would have stopped it. It had to be a bad dream.
The boy pinched himself. It hurt. He walked a circle around the
house. He came across another smoldering heap. A body lay there,
its flesh and skin burned away by the flame. The body obviously
male had next to him a piece of papyrus with writing scrawled
on it. Although Aku never learned how to read he did know what
the black inked writing told. The something it had when one
had been pinned to his door when he was seven.
This person was a traitor to the Pharaoh.
Sunqui was a traitor to the Pharaoh.
And he was killed for it.
His greatest friend and mentor was dead.
The Pharaoh ordered his death.
For the second time in his life Aku knew the grief that
the monarch could cause.
He wept.
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Ok, now I really need to know if you all think going into dreams in the story is a good idea
or if it just doesn't click togther ok? Oh, and just to warn you all Aku's life gets worse in the
next chapter, dramatically so. I'm trying to figure out if I may need to raise the rating for it.
OO;;;;
I plan on the dreams taking up about three chapters or maybe four and have Ryou fading in
and out of unconscious ever so often so I can keep everything in order.
Now on to other subjects, soon this story will be past the Duelest Kingdom arc of Yugioh.
Now when I first began writing I planed on ending this after the shadow game with Yami and
Bakura. Then after a while I said I'd end this after the Duelest Kingdom. Now, I'd
like to know if you if you guys think I should:
A. just keep writing in this story forever! (OO;)
B.countiue the Ryou + Yami B story after the duelest kingdom in a seprate story.
C.Write a Ryou/Bakura Lemon! (Ryou:*blushes*)
D.Go on to another set of bishies love!
E.Write a Rune/Yui story
F.pixy sticks???
G.Write other R/B storys that don't nessisarly follow the story line of the series.
Alright? This a poll so just answer it in your review ok? Your not going to review???
Whats wrong with you then??? Go review now!
Oh, and a side pole:
This storys going to go at least till they get back to Domino. So Ryou's dad should be home
from his trip by the time they get back so should Ryou's dad find out about Bakura, Rune, and Yui?
A.Yes! All of them! The evil of it all! Mahahahahaha! (Oo)
B.No way! Why should he?
C.Only about them being there, not about Ryou and Bakura relationship or Rune and Yui's.
D.Only Bakura (w/relationship)
E.Only Bakura (without relationship)
F.Only Rune/Yui (R)
G.Only Rune/Yui (WOR)
H. *glomp*
Alright? Egveryone gets one vote in each poll and alter egos/ muses/ random psychos will
have to share that one vote ok?
Alright now go Review now! Mahahahahaha! (OO;;;;;)
I don't own Yugioh, it owns me. ^.^;
