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An hour had past, eagerly trying the tomb robber's patience. The growing feeling of panic had begun to consume him, for the female still hadn't awakened. He did all he could to keep his rough exterior, though. No mortal girl would toy with his emotions so easily, and no mortal girl would ever win. That he was sure of. Then again, he definitely wasn't discouraging her from waking. As he argued with himself, Anzu's cerulean eyes fluttered open. Her temperature had dropped somewhat, due to the white haired boy's care, but a tad still lingered. Her cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat remained; clinging defiantly to her forehead. For the first time that night, he noticed the crystal tears that had begun to cloud her vision. Was she mad at me? Scared? Whatever the reason, he longed to reach forward and wipe those tears away. His stubborn side won out soon enough and Bakura let a soft snort escape him as he glanced away. His antics were childish in all reality, but he assured himself they were dignified. "Took long enough." A soft 'good morning' or 'hey there' would have been better, but the tomb robber was still learning. A simple sob escaped the young lady, making her seem perhaps even more scared or frustrated than before. There was no one there to comfort her or tell her things would be alright besides her captor, who wasn't in the position to play that role. Once more she was left empty handed. Wasn't this the reason she'd tried to end it in the first place? All that stood in her way was him. At that moment, she decided a second attempt was in order. Anzu shot forward from Ryo's bed, but not without wincing. Her whole system had been affected for the worse from the icy waters, and it was made clear by the strain in her features. If she could have just finished the task, none of this would be happening. Now, though, the cerulean eyed girl felt trapped.
At first, the tomb robber did nothing to stop Anzu, for she was free to go. He had no attachments to her, and wished not to make any. All he wanted to do was punch someone or something of the sorts to relieve his stress. Yes, violence had always seemed to ease his moods. He instantly changed his mind as the girl stumbled forward, though. It was clear that she was in great pain, far too much to be moving.
Suddenly, without so much as a warning, Anzu felt her knees give out from under her and a quick fall to the ground was in order. Before it happened, though, a pair of strong arms was around her, and an intoxicating scent. Bakura? No, it couldn't be. He didn't care. He was like the rest, and didn't want anything but her death. "Let me go."
The tomb robber shook his head, determined not to let her free just yet. Her body couldn't handle another stunt like the last so soon, and for some reason, he wouldn't see her go. Not yet. "Shut up and just let me tell you a story," he replied, cringing at his words. He definitely would have to learn to be gentler with Anzu, especially in her current state. "What I mean is, just stay for a minute. Just one story."
The offer was tempting. On one hand, she was quite comfortable in his arms, and her deep orbs had already begun to droop. A childhood love of stories was plaguing her once more, also. On the other, there was the fact that it was Bakura, the one who had targeted her and others quite often in the past. The first side one out as her eyes fell completely shut. "Just one story."
It was then that Bakura knew he'd won for the moment. The only problem was he knew of no good stories. Well, he'd seen others make wondrous tales of fantasy on the spot, why couldn't he? After another moment of hesitation, the white haired boy began his tale.
An hour had past, eagerly trying the tomb robber's patience. The growing feeling of panic had begun to consume him, for the female still hadn't awakened. He did all he could to keep his rough exterior, though. No mortal girl would toy with his emotions so easily, and no mortal girl would ever win. That he was sure of. Then again, he definitely wasn't discouraging her from waking. As he argued with himself, Anzu's cerulean eyes fluttered open. Her temperature had dropped somewhat, due to the white haired boy's care, but a tad still lingered. Her cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat remained; clinging defiantly to her forehead. For the first time that night, he noticed the crystal tears that had begun to cloud her vision. Was she mad at me? Scared? Whatever the reason, he longed to reach forward and wipe those tears away. His stubborn side won out soon enough and Bakura let a soft snort escape him as he glanced away. His antics were childish in all reality, but he assured himself they were dignified. "Took long enough." A soft 'good morning' or 'hey there' would have been better, but the tomb robber was still learning. A simple sob escaped the young lady, making her seem perhaps even more scared or frustrated than before. There was no one there to comfort her or tell her things would be alright besides her captor, who wasn't in the position to play that role. Once more she was left empty handed. Wasn't this the reason she'd tried to end it in the first place? All that stood in her way was him. At that moment, she decided a second attempt was in order. Anzu shot forward from Ryo's bed, but not without wincing. Her whole system had been affected for the worse from the icy waters, and it was made clear by the strain in her features. If she could have just finished the task, none of this would be happening. Now, though, the cerulean eyed girl felt trapped.
At first, the tomb robber did nothing to stop Anzu, for she was free to go. He had no attachments to her, and wished not to make any. All he wanted to do was punch someone or something of the sorts to relieve his stress. Yes, violence had always seemed to ease his moods. He instantly changed his mind as the girl stumbled forward, though. It was clear that she was in great pain, far too much to be moving.
Suddenly, without so much as a warning, Anzu felt her knees give out from under her and a quick fall to the ground was in order. Before it happened, though, a pair of strong arms was around her, and an intoxicating scent. Bakura? No, it couldn't be. He didn't care. He was like the rest, and didn't want anything but her death. "Let me go."
The tomb robber shook his head, determined not to let her free just yet. Her body couldn't handle another stunt like the last so soon, and for some reason, he wouldn't see her go. Not yet. "Shut up and just let me tell you a story," he replied, cringing at his words. He definitely would have to learn to be gentler with Anzu, especially in her current state. "What I mean is, just stay for a minute. Just one story."
The offer was tempting. On one hand, she was quite comfortable in his arms, and her deep orbs had already begun to droop. A childhood love of stories was plaguing her once more, also. On the other, there was the fact that it was Bakura, the one who had targeted her and others quite often in the past. The first side one out as her eyes fell completely shut. "Just one story."
It was then that Bakura knew he'd won for the moment. The only problem was he knew of no good stories. Well, he'd seen others make wondrous tales of fantasy on the spot, why couldn't he? After another moment of hesitation, the white haired boy began his tale.