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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- Bakura and the girl in his arms sat in silence for some time. Apparently, the tomb robber had learned that it was harder to tell a tale of great wonder than he thought. Sure, there were plenty that he could come up with right away, but none seemed to hold any comfort. What she needed now was something quiet and reassuring; exactly the opposite of what he'd come up with. Sometime in between his mixed thoughts, though, the white haired boy had begun to rock Anzu methodically. This only caused her eyes to droop further, but the young women fought the oncoming sleep. Her logic was that Bakura had promised her a story, and if he didn't keep that promise, she was free to go. In her mind, she assured herself it was for the story and nothing more that she was staying. Thinking over that thought many times, though, the tiniest part of her doubted it. The two were quite a site to say the least. The tomb robber's hair was a mess, and he looked quite exhausted himself. Anzu was the worst, though. She'd refused to change, and so the same clothes that had suffered the wear and tear of the icy lake's waters. If the tomb robber knew more of hypothermia, and had more confidence in his ability to make the girl stay, there was no way in the world she'd still be clad in those. Nevertheless, Anzu figured this could be her second attempt.
After some time, he gave up in trying reasonably to compose his words, and decided just to let the first thing that came to mind spout. "Once there was a-" Here he paused, though; met with the confused gaze of the girl. Had he done something wrong already? Blasted mortal ways of telling tales.
"You're supposed to start out with 'once upon a time,' like most stories do," she corrected softly. The instant the words left her mouth, the cerulean eyed girl instantly regretted them. Her storyteller seemed to be gritting his teeth somewhat, trying not to comment. Apparently this wasn't the way he'd been taught. "You don't have to, though." Her head retreated to his chest as she let a soft yawn escape her.
"Once upon a time," he corrected himself, flushing a light shade of red. Never did he expect her to do something of the sorts, but in no way was he complaining. "There was a commoner. He hated everyone and everything, and swore never to change his ways. The blasted knight had taken away everything he prized, and he vowed to kill him." Here he paused once more. The story was already turning out to relate to his own life, he and Yami were the characters. Had she noticed?
Anzu made no comment as to if she had or hadn't, but rather waited patiently for the tale to continue. Given that, it did. "The commoner would destroy the town, steal, and laugh about it afterwards. There were a few that he liked to terrorize the most, the knight's friends. That knight would pay if it killed him. That was, until he met the princess."
A small smile lit the girl's lips. Always she had a weakness for fairytales, and this one had already caught her interest. Soon, she was forgetting the icy waters, and her previous friends. At least for the moment she was caught up in the story. "Now the commoner slowly developed a liking for the princess. He acted like he hated her, though, because he knew she hated him. Deep inside, all he wanted to do was tell her. She'd already fallen for the knight, and there was no chance for him."
Here a frown slowly engulfed Bakura's features. There was no way this could be what was really going on, right? It all made so much sense, though. There she was, in his arms, and he couldn't pull away. It couldn't be, though! To cover up for his thoughts, the tomb robber continued. "Everyone loved the princess; the question was just how much. After a while, she felt that the knight had abandoned her, and rode off to her death. See, there was this enchanted lake, which had poisonous waters. Little did she know, the commoner was already there."
Now it was getting too close for comfort. Holding his breath, he chanced a look down at the girl. She didn't seem affected by his story, but rather enjoying it, so once more he continued. "When she tried to kill herself in the waters, he refused it. The commoner saved her, nursed her back to health, and convinced her about how much the knight loved her. He loved her, too, and the knight was his enemy, but everyone knows royalty can't end up with commoners." Here he stopped, cursing his luck. "The end."
Apparently the girl in his arms wouldn't stand for it, though. She glanced up at him, determination etched in her features. "The end? It can't be. Couldn't the princess run off with the commoner?" Here there was a pause as she searched for any other possible solution. "The commoner deserved her more than the knight did! Couldn't she declare him a knight also?"
The white haired boy gave the slightest shrug, not allowing anything more than the frown show on his lips. "Perhaps. He's a commoner, though, and was destroying her towns. Wouldn't she be angry with him?" Thank goodness Anzu was so oblivious at the time, for he'd let his own secret slip. Now he truly knew how he felt, and there was no denying it.
"Anyone can be forgiven," she quickly countered. The cerulean eyed girl was almost pouting now, quite dissatisfied. If only she knew. "If he told her, I'm sure she'd listen. After all, he saved her, not the knight."
"Right," the smallest grin now rested on Bakura's lips. "Right, so we'll change the ending. The commoner comes back to the palace, spouting all stupidly about how he loves the princess; she slaps him. The end." There. That had been handled well enough.
All the girl did was roll her eyes as she rested within his arms; contemplating the ending further.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- Bakura and the girl in his arms sat in silence for some time. Apparently, the tomb robber had learned that it was harder to tell a tale of great wonder than he thought. Sure, there were plenty that he could come up with right away, but none seemed to hold any comfort. What she needed now was something quiet and reassuring; exactly the opposite of what he'd come up with. Sometime in between his mixed thoughts, though, the white haired boy had begun to rock Anzu methodically. This only caused her eyes to droop further, but the young women fought the oncoming sleep. Her logic was that Bakura had promised her a story, and if he didn't keep that promise, she was free to go. In her mind, she assured herself it was for the story and nothing more that she was staying. Thinking over that thought many times, though, the tiniest part of her doubted it. The two were quite a site to say the least. The tomb robber's hair was a mess, and he looked quite exhausted himself. Anzu was the worst, though. She'd refused to change, and so the same clothes that had suffered the wear and tear of the icy lake's waters. If the tomb robber knew more of hypothermia, and had more confidence in his ability to make the girl stay, there was no way in the world she'd still be clad in those. Nevertheless, Anzu figured this could be her second attempt.
After some time, he gave up in trying reasonably to compose his words, and decided just to let the first thing that came to mind spout. "Once there was a-" Here he paused, though; met with the confused gaze of the girl. Had he done something wrong already? Blasted mortal ways of telling tales.
"You're supposed to start out with 'once upon a time,' like most stories do," she corrected softly. The instant the words left her mouth, the cerulean eyed girl instantly regretted them. Her storyteller seemed to be gritting his teeth somewhat, trying not to comment. Apparently this wasn't the way he'd been taught. "You don't have to, though." Her head retreated to his chest as she let a soft yawn escape her.
"Once upon a time," he corrected himself, flushing a light shade of red. Never did he expect her to do something of the sorts, but in no way was he complaining. "There was a commoner. He hated everyone and everything, and swore never to change his ways. The blasted knight had taken away everything he prized, and he vowed to kill him." Here he paused once more. The story was already turning out to relate to his own life, he and Yami were the characters. Had she noticed?
Anzu made no comment as to if she had or hadn't, but rather waited patiently for the tale to continue. Given that, it did. "The commoner would destroy the town, steal, and laugh about it afterwards. There were a few that he liked to terrorize the most, the knight's friends. That knight would pay if it killed him. That was, until he met the princess."
A small smile lit the girl's lips. Always she had a weakness for fairytales, and this one had already caught her interest. Soon, she was forgetting the icy waters, and her previous friends. At least for the moment she was caught up in the story. "Now the commoner slowly developed a liking for the princess. He acted like he hated her, though, because he knew she hated him. Deep inside, all he wanted to do was tell her. She'd already fallen for the knight, and there was no chance for him."
Here a frown slowly engulfed Bakura's features. There was no way this could be what was really going on, right? It all made so much sense, though. There she was, in his arms, and he couldn't pull away. It couldn't be, though! To cover up for his thoughts, the tomb robber continued. "Everyone loved the princess; the question was just how much. After a while, she felt that the knight had abandoned her, and rode off to her death. See, there was this enchanted lake, which had poisonous waters. Little did she know, the commoner was already there."
Now it was getting too close for comfort. Holding his breath, he chanced a look down at the girl. She didn't seem affected by his story, but rather enjoying it, so once more he continued. "When she tried to kill herself in the waters, he refused it. The commoner saved her, nursed her back to health, and convinced her about how much the knight loved her. He loved her, too, and the knight was his enemy, but everyone knows royalty can't end up with commoners." Here he stopped, cursing his luck. "The end."
Apparently the girl in his arms wouldn't stand for it, though. She glanced up at him, determination etched in her features. "The end? It can't be. Couldn't the princess run off with the commoner?" Here there was a pause as she searched for any other possible solution. "The commoner deserved her more than the knight did! Couldn't she declare him a knight also?"
The white haired boy gave the slightest shrug, not allowing anything more than the frown show on his lips. "Perhaps. He's a commoner, though, and was destroying her towns. Wouldn't she be angry with him?" Thank goodness Anzu was so oblivious at the time, for he'd let his own secret slip. Now he truly knew how he felt, and there was no denying it.
"Anyone can be forgiven," she quickly countered. The cerulean eyed girl was almost pouting now, quite dissatisfied. If only she knew. "If he told her, I'm sure she'd listen. After all, he saved her, not the knight."
"Right," the smallest grin now rested on Bakura's lips. "Right, so we'll change the ending. The commoner comes back to the palace, spouting all stupidly about how he loves the princess; she slaps him. The end." There. That had been handled well enough.
All the girl did was roll her eyes as she rested within his arms; contemplating the ending further.