Disclaimer- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Sorry I haven't updated in so long!
Everything's been overly hectic here. x.x I'll make it up to all of you,
though. For that reason, extra fluff in this chapter!
Both the tomb robber and cerulean eyed girl sat in the uncomfortable silence that was beginning to create even more tension between the two. None had known what exactly to say to the other for the past hour or so, and so each was left with thoughts of confusion. Or perhaps it was that neither would openly admit what they were thinking at the moment? Either way, both were stubborn. Not a word was uttered.
Mentally, the wait haired boy had finally admitted to himself that he cared from the girl that lay in his arms perhaps a little more than he cared to show. Okay, perhaps a lot more than he cared to show. The variables of the situation were just too much to handle at the moment, though.
What if she was outraged upon what he thought and never spoke to him again? It was true that the relationship between the two had never been truly satisfactory before, what with her friendship speeches and his stealing souls, but this right here.. How they were right now was half way decent to him, if not better. Why should he ruin it over one moment?
Why? Perhaps it was that the longer she lay in his arms, the harder it was to resist the urge to gently stroke her bangs away from those deep cerulean orbs. Perhaps it was that each time the thought of Yami bursting through the door came to mind, Bakura sneered. No, it wasn't just at the thought of his rival, but rather the thought of his rival taking away his love. After all, he was the commoner, and Yami had become the knight. Anzu promised all would turn out well for the commoner, but he still had his doubts.
Given that not a word was uttered, but rather the tomb robber cleared his throat. This would be a long day, wouldn't it? Hn. It already had been. The lingering hope that Yami had given up upon the girl swam through his mind but quickly it was shot down. Who would give up on a girl such as this?
The moment he had cleared his throat, Anzu's cerulean eyes had opened go glance upon him. Was he angered that she hadn't uttered a word? Was he disgusted by the whole situation? What she wouldn't give for his thoughts right now.
The girl's own thoughts were just as interesting at the time, though. A good part of her had warmed up to this unusual savior, and somehow she'd become reluctant to leave. Be it that he was the only one ready or willing to rescue her, or that she had hidden feelings for the male, this girl dared not to leave the comfort of his arms. Luckily, he wasn't asking her to yet.
Sure, Yami was also on her mind, but only subtly. What would he approve of her sudden attachment to his rival? Surely, if she explained the situation, he'd understand. Wouldn't he? Well, it didn't matter anymore. He wasn't to be ruling her life.
He couldn't, but this simple tomb robber could? With the flick of his wrist, she felt that the boy could probably have her jumping off the cliff if he wanted. To think she'd come so reluctantly, too. Yes, the girl was definitely harboring unspoken feelings of her own, for the same reason of him. Fear of reaction.
What was she to do, just sit and wait for him to order her away? Well, it seemed the only choice at the moment. The cerulean eyed girl couldn't stay if he didn't want her to, and found herself a bit saddened at the thought. How long until the inevitable came?
Deciding it'd make it easier on herself and just leave, Anzu pulled herself out of his arms and to her feet. As the female gazed down upon him, the white haired boy met her gaze. Confusion was evident in his orbs, while she glanced away, quietly voicing her actions. "I have to go," the girl murmured. "Someone might get worried if I'm not home."
Mentally, the girl scolded herself for lying. Her parents weren't at home and none of the others had a habit of visiting. Why had she said that then? To get away before he could push her away. It was a natural instinct.
Bakura's own eyes were clouded over as he glanced upon her. If he was ever to tell her, this would be the chance. After all, here she was, about to stride out of his life forever once more. He had to be the brave commoner, not the cowardly one! "Hold on a moment." With that, the boy rose to his feet.
There was a long moment of silence between them as each gazed upon the other, waiting for them to speak. Deciding that he'd been the one to ask her to stay, the white haired boy decided he'd have to explain. When he opened his mouth though, nothing came out. The words were too hard to say, given they might push her away from him forever. Given that, he stepped forward, gently meeting his lips with hers.
Needless to say, the girl was amazed. Both eyes were widened quite drastically as he proceeded to kiss her but she did not pull away. In fact, the girl felt her own eyes close as she relaxed somewhat. It wasn't too much too fast, but rather a soft touch; soft but warm. Just what she needed.
The stood like that for a few more moments before the tomb robber took a step back and glanced away. Had he done too much? Was she going to slap him? All he could do was wait for her to speak to him. That voice of hers, though, would it be too much? That damn voice could influence him so much. If it spoke the words he'd dreaded, it'd kill him then and there.
Both of their hearts were fluttering, from both excitement and anticipation. For once, both felt that the actually might be needed. Perhaps this world wasn't as bad as they thought it was. The question, though, was the reaction.
Well, instead of speaking a word, the female placed a warm hand upon the white haired boy's cheek, gently guiding her gaze back to her own, before returning the soft kiss. Both were a bit startled, and unsure of what they were doing, but it felt right. When it all came down to one thing, it felt right. They were lost in the moment, and neither seemed to care.
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Feeling the familiar icy water upon her heels once more, the cerulean eyed girl winced. Trails of crystal tears rapidly cascaded down her cheeks, and dropped quietly into the water, adding to what was clearly to kill her. "Bakura," the girl whispered softly, only causing the trails to multiply in number. "I hate you." And with that, she once more begun her trek into it the lake, and to her awaiting end.
Both the tomb robber and cerulean eyed girl sat in the uncomfortable silence that was beginning to create even more tension between the two. None had known what exactly to say to the other for the past hour or so, and so each was left with thoughts of confusion. Or perhaps it was that neither would openly admit what they were thinking at the moment? Either way, both were stubborn. Not a word was uttered.
Mentally, the wait haired boy had finally admitted to himself that he cared from the girl that lay in his arms perhaps a little more than he cared to show. Okay, perhaps a lot more than he cared to show. The variables of the situation were just too much to handle at the moment, though.
What if she was outraged upon what he thought and never spoke to him again? It was true that the relationship between the two had never been truly satisfactory before, what with her friendship speeches and his stealing souls, but this right here.. How they were right now was half way decent to him, if not better. Why should he ruin it over one moment?
Why? Perhaps it was that the longer she lay in his arms, the harder it was to resist the urge to gently stroke her bangs away from those deep cerulean orbs. Perhaps it was that each time the thought of Yami bursting through the door came to mind, Bakura sneered. No, it wasn't just at the thought of his rival, but rather the thought of his rival taking away his love. After all, he was the commoner, and Yami had become the knight. Anzu promised all would turn out well for the commoner, but he still had his doubts.
Given that not a word was uttered, but rather the tomb robber cleared his throat. This would be a long day, wouldn't it? Hn. It already had been. The lingering hope that Yami had given up upon the girl swam through his mind but quickly it was shot down. Who would give up on a girl such as this?
The moment he had cleared his throat, Anzu's cerulean eyes had opened go glance upon him. Was he angered that she hadn't uttered a word? Was he disgusted by the whole situation? What she wouldn't give for his thoughts right now.
The girl's own thoughts were just as interesting at the time, though. A good part of her had warmed up to this unusual savior, and somehow she'd become reluctant to leave. Be it that he was the only one ready or willing to rescue her, or that she had hidden feelings for the male, this girl dared not to leave the comfort of his arms. Luckily, he wasn't asking her to yet.
Sure, Yami was also on her mind, but only subtly. What would he approve of her sudden attachment to his rival? Surely, if she explained the situation, he'd understand. Wouldn't he? Well, it didn't matter anymore. He wasn't to be ruling her life.
He couldn't, but this simple tomb robber could? With the flick of his wrist, she felt that the boy could probably have her jumping off the cliff if he wanted. To think she'd come so reluctantly, too. Yes, the girl was definitely harboring unspoken feelings of her own, for the same reason of him. Fear of reaction.
What was she to do, just sit and wait for him to order her away? Well, it seemed the only choice at the moment. The cerulean eyed girl couldn't stay if he didn't want her to, and found herself a bit saddened at the thought. How long until the inevitable came?
Deciding it'd make it easier on herself and just leave, Anzu pulled herself out of his arms and to her feet. As the female gazed down upon him, the white haired boy met her gaze. Confusion was evident in his orbs, while she glanced away, quietly voicing her actions. "I have to go," the girl murmured. "Someone might get worried if I'm not home."
Mentally, the girl scolded herself for lying. Her parents weren't at home and none of the others had a habit of visiting. Why had she said that then? To get away before he could push her away. It was a natural instinct.
Bakura's own eyes were clouded over as he glanced upon her. If he was ever to tell her, this would be the chance. After all, here she was, about to stride out of his life forever once more. He had to be the brave commoner, not the cowardly one! "Hold on a moment." With that, the boy rose to his feet.
There was a long moment of silence between them as each gazed upon the other, waiting for them to speak. Deciding that he'd been the one to ask her to stay, the white haired boy decided he'd have to explain. When he opened his mouth though, nothing came out. The words were too hard to say, given they might push her away from him forever. Given that, he stepped forward, gently meeting his lips with hers.
Needless to say, the girl was amazed. Both eyes were widened quite drastically as he proceeded to kiss her but she did not pull away. In fact, the girl felt her own eyes close as she relaxed somewhat. It wasn't too much too fast, but rather a soft touch; soft but warm. Just what she needed.
The stood like that for a few more moments before the tomb robber took a step back and glanced away. Had he done too much? Was she going to slap him? All he could do was wait for her to speak to him. That voice of hers, though, would it be too much? That damn voice could influence him so much. If it spoke the words he'd dreaded, it'd kill him then and there.
Both of their hearts were fluttering, from both excitement and anticipation. For once, both felt that the actually might be needed. Perhaps this world wasn't as bad as they thought it was. The question, though, was the reaction.
Well, instead of speaking a word, the female placed a warm hand upon the white haired boy's cheek, gently guiding her gaze back to her own, before returning the soft kiss. Both were a bit startled, and unsure of what they were doing, but it felt right. When it all came down to one thing, it felt right. They were lost in the moment, and neither seemed to care.
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Feeling the familiar icy water upon her heels once more, the cerulean eyed girl winced. Trails of crystal tears rapidly cascaded down her cheeks, and dropped quietly into the water, adding to what was clearly to kill her. "Bakura," the girl whispered softly, only causing the trails to multiply in number. "I hate you." And with that, she once more begun her trek into it the lake, and to her awaiting end.