Last one! YAAAY! My first completed serious fic!
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Chapter Nine~
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My hair is wet. No, correction. Drenched. Cool liquid trickling through it. But that isn't what wakes me. It is the sound of a heartbeat, steady and deep. I moan, and shift position. Where am I?
"Hikari," a soft voice murmurs. "Ryou-chan, wake up." My lip quivers at the tingling sensation in my ear, and I let a sigh escape my lips.
"Is he going to be okay?" Is that Yugi? What? I force my eyes open, and see that it is indeed my friend. Slowly, I let my gaze travel around the room. Everyone is there. And more than everyone.
"Son, are you all right?"
"Father?" I mumble, trying to sort my mind. "Wha- what are you doing here?" He frowns.
"Ryou, son, I think I owe you an apology." What?!? "I've learned some things that really opened my mind."
Bakura-sama pulls me more into a sitting posture, and I shake my head to clear it of the still invading fuzz. "Like what?"
"Well, I've been assured that you're not a member of a cult, as I had assumed. They told me that the closest thing to a cult you're in is the Yugi-tachi group. And that's something that I'm actually glad you're part of.
"Also, I've been notified that this is your first suicide attempt, and your first experience with harming yourself, period. That was a relief, for I had thought that the cult you were in was encouraging self-mutilation. This... being-"
"Khuti (spirit, demon)," Bakura-sama supplies.
"Very well, khuti, has admitted to being the cause of your injuries, and I do believe that he can be trusted. How about you?"
I sigh, and turn to face Bakura-sama. His deep, crimson-brown eyes are distant, and filled with unease and sorrow. I cautiously reach for his cheek, and his eyes snap, startled, to meet mine. A sharp fear is hidden within them, and I begin to weep. He grimaces, and buries his face in my hair. "Tcharu, tai-a Ryou. (Sorry, my Ryou)" In a sudden wave of sympathy, I wrap my arms around him and press my face to his chest.
"Oh, Bakura-sama!" I wail, and sob uncontrollably for quite a while. "I- I'm so sorry! I didn't-"
"It's all right, my Ryou-chan. Just- please, don't scare me like that again! I hate being scared!" He places his strong hands on my shoulders, and gently pushes me just far enough to where we can look one another in the eye. I see an incredible warmth, and a nervous, inexperienced tremble. Shakily, I smile at him, before turning back to my father.
"If I can't trust him, who can I trust? He's my soulmate." My father nods understandingly, and clears his throat.
"Well, I say welcome to the family... anoo, what do we call him?"
"I call him Bakura-sama, everyone else calls him something or another." My yami pokes me in the ribs.
"Quiet, hikari. I think that you (meaning my father) might want to call me Bak-Khu-Ra, my original name, back in Kemet."
"Bak-Khu-Ra. Hm. Write it." He shoves a pen and paper at Bakura-sama, and he begins to write. A flame, hawk, crown, flail under the [kh] glyph, hawk under [u] glyph, big flame, sun. He hands it to my father, who then reads it. "Flame, hawk, sun. The Sun's Flame Hawk. How's 'bout I call you Hawk?"
"Whatever. As long as you don't call me Baka!" We all burst into a bout of giggling, and I wipe away another tear- but this time, it's from joy.
"Son, I'm sorry that I misunderstood so bad."
"Father, we've all had misunderstandings recently. Please, thank you for finally understanding."
"Well, how about we go home? If you're up for it, we could have a party!"
I rest my head on Bakura-sama's shoulder, and smile. "As long as 1) there's no poultry and 2) I get to stay in Bakura-sama's arms the whole time."
"Well, I think that can be arranged. He DID save your life, after all."
"No, I didn't." My yami's interruption startles us all. "I just gave him a reason to keep living."
"Whatever!" I giggle, and kiss him on the neck. He squeaks- cutely, I might add- and I see him blush.
"You little maniac."
"Well, what do you expect? With a soulmate like you, I'm bound to be insane!"
He nuzzles my hair, and I grow very red-faced and comfortable. "No, hikari-chan. Just a little on the neurotic side."
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Did I end this well? I think it's kawaii! Do you? FEEDBACK, PEOPLE! Onegai? And thanks!
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Chapter Nine~
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My hair is wet. No, correction. Drenched. Cool liquid trickling through it. But that isn't what wakes me. It is the sound of a heartbeat, steady and deep. I moan, and shift position. Where am I?
"Hikari," a soft voice murmurs. "Ryou-chan, wake up." My lip quivers at the tingling sensation in my ear, and I let a sigh escape my lips.
"Is he going to be okay?" Is that Yugi? What? I force my eyes open, and see that it is indeed my friend. Slowly, I let my gaze travel around the room. Everyone is there. And more than everyone.
"Son, are you all right?"
"Father?" I mumble, trying to sort my mind. "Wha- what are you doing here?" He frowns.
"Ryou, son, I think I owe you an apology." What?!? "I've learned some things that really opened my mind."
Bakura-sama pulls me more into a sitting posture, and I shake my head to clear it of the still invading fuzz. "Like what?"
"Well, I've been assured that you're not a member of a cult, as I had assumed. They told me that the closest thing to a cult you're in is the Yugi-tachi group. And that's something that I'm actually glad you're part of.
"Also, I've been notified that this is your first suicide attempt, and your first experience with harming yourself, period. That was a relief, for I had thought that the cult you were in was encouraging self-mutilation. This... being-"
"Khuti (spirit, demon)," Bakura-sama supplies.
"Very well, khuti, has admitted to being the cause of your injuries, and I do believe that he can be trusted. How about you?"
I sigh, and turn to face Bakura-sama. His deep, crimson-brown eyes are distant, and filled with unease and sorrow. I cautiously reach for his cheek, and his eyes snap, startled, to meet mine. A sharp fear is hidden within them, and I begin to weep. He grimaces, and buries his face in my hair. "Tcharu, tai-a Ryou. (Sorry, my Ryou)" In a sudden wave of sympathy, I wrap my arms around him and press my face to his chest.
"Oh, Bakura-sama!" I wail, and sob uncontrollably for quite a while. "I- I'm so sorry! I didn't-"
"It's all right, my Ryou-chan. Just- please, don't scare me like that again! I hate being scared!" He places his strong hands on my shoulders, and gently pushes me just far enough to where we can look one another in the eye. I see an incredible warmth, and a nervous, inexperienced tremble. Shakily, I smile at him, before turning back to my father.
"If I can't trust him, who can I trust? He's my soulmate." My father nods understandingly, and clears his throat.
"Well, I say welcome to the family... anoo, what do we call him?"
"I call him Bakura-sama, everyone else calls him something or another." My yami pokes me in the ribs.
"Quiet, hikari. I think that you (meaning my father) might want to call me Bak-Khu-Ra, my original name, back in Kemet."
"Bak-Khu-Ra. Hm. Write it." He shoves a pen and paper at Bakura-sama, and he begins to write. A flame, hawk, crown, flail under the [kh] glyph, hawk under [u] glyph, big flame, sun. He hands it to my father, who then reads it. "Flame, hawk, sun. The Sun's Flame Hawk. How's 'bout I call you Hawk?"
"Whatever. As long as you don't call me Baka!" We all burst into a bout of giggling, and I wipe away another tear- but this time, it's from joy.
"Son, I'm sorry that I misunderstood so bad."
"Father, we've all had misunderstandings recently. Please, thank you for finally understanding."
"Well, how about we go home? If you're up for it, we could have a party!"
I rest my head on Bakura-sama's shoulder, and smile. "As long as 1) there's no poultry and 2) I get to stay in Bakura-sama's arms the whole time."
"Well, I think that can be arranged. He DID save your life, after all."
"No, I didn't." My yami's interruption startles us all. "I just gave him a reason to keep living."
"Whatever!" I giggle, and kiss him on the neck. He squeaks- cutely, I might add- and I see him blush.
"You little maniac."
"Well, what do you expect? With a soulmate like you, I'm bound to be insane!"
He nuzzles my hair, and I grow very red-faced and comfortable. "No, hikari-chan. Just a little on the neurotic side."
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Did I end this well? I think it's kawaii! Do you? FEEDBACK, PEOPLE! Onegai? And thanks!