"And let the Seduction begin!" *grins idiotically* Yeap, that's right.
Bakura makes his first move on Isis. Of course, he really does not want to
be there... Ah well.
Hmmm... What to say about this chapter? I like it... It's just kinda sweet and all of Bakura... Even if he is just thinking about how much he wants to get out of there the whole time. ~_~() Oh well.
Oh yes! And I do have a drawing of Bakura in the sleeveless black shirt that shows his stomach and the maroon pants! I just finished drawing the thing today finally, so hopefully I should have it all inked and everything by the end of school tomorrow. (Hey... What else am I supposed to do during Chemistry?)
Chem. teacher: You don't own YuGi Oh and you shouldn't draw in class as often as you do!
Silverscreamer: Eep! I'm sorry! *huggles her sketchbook and dashes away*
So yes... Look forward to the beautifulness of Bakura in Malik-like clothing...
~*~*~*~
Chapter Five: The First Move
(Next day) "Ok... Why am I doing this again?" Bakura muttered to himself as he trudged down the sidewalk. "I really don't see how there's anything in it for me..."
Drawing to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the Ishtar residence, he took a deep breath and looked down at himself. He was wearing another black shirt that was just like the one he wore yesterday, as well as an identical pair of maroon colored pants. What could he say? He liked the colors...
"Well, here goes everything..." Sighing, he walked towards the door. He really didn't want to do this...
Isis opened the door after he knocked, she was studying something written in a notepad and barely glanced up at him. "Oh... Hello Bakura..." She greeted him absently, her eyes skimming over something.
Bakura stood in front of the door, with his arms folded casually in front of him. "Malik around?"
"No... Sorry..." She replied, still absently, and began to close the door.
Bakura blinked and quickly reached out to grab the doorknob, not allowing the door to close any farther. "Well, do you know when he'll be back?" He questioned, mentally scolding himself. Why did he have to do that? He could have just told Malik it was a failed attempt.
"Look, I'm not really sure." Isis sighed in annoyance as she finally looked at Bakura, getting her first good look at him. "I think... he should be back... soon..." She let her voice trail off slightly as she took in Bakura's attire. She stared for a second before shaking her head and looking him in the eyes once more. "I don't know when he'll be back. I don't think he planned to stay gone long, though."
Bakura nodded then pushed some of his bangs out of his face. Malik always played with his hair as a way of attracting female attention... "Alright."
Isis looked him over again, trying to think of some sort of explanation for his sudden change. He'd never dressed like that before... Then she suddenly realized that she was staring and that he was still standing outside. She blinked. "I'm sorry... I'm being rude. If you'd like, you can come inside and wait... That is, if you don't mind the fact it might take him a while."
Bakura pretended to think it over a bit, stretching his arms back behind his back absently. "I have nothing else to do. I can stick around here for a while."
Isis nodded and stepped aside, opening the door a little wider. Bakura gave a nod as he walked past her and moved inside. He glanced about absently, still telling himself over and over again that he didn't want to be here.
"Would you care for something to eat or drink?" Isis asked absently.
When Bakura looked back at her, he saw that she'd gone back to studying the notepad again. "No. I'm fine." He hesitated a moment before taking a deep breath and questioning, "What have you got there that's so interesting?"
She glanced back up at him. "Just something for my work... I'm working at translating some of these hieroglyphics that were found on a new artifact that was found in a dig a few weeks ago." She sighed and held the notepad out so that he could see the small snapshots taped into the pad. "The problem is that so many of them are worn that it's hard to make any sense out of most of it."
Bakura nodded, studying the pictures. "I see what you mean... I'd think that Mariku or your brother could give you a hand with it."
Isis chuckled. "You should know that Malik has no interest in my work. As for Mariku..." She shook her head. "He just tries to argue that he was more important than any one of those 'unimportant' pharaohs of the times... He most likely wouldn't help interpret them correctly. That's even if I could get him to take any interest in my work anyway."
"Ah..." Bakura nodded, and silence filled the room again as the two stood there, Isis studying the pictures once more, and Bakura digging through his mind to think of something to say. Finally, he cleared his throat. "Well... Perhaps I could give you a hand with some of those inscriptions..."
Giving him an odd look, Isis nodded slightly. "That would be helpful..."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"
She blinked and looked back down at the snapshots... Bakura couldn't help but wonder if he was just seeing things... or if she was blushing slightly. "I'm sorry. I suppose it just never struck me that you'd be the kind of person who would be willing to help me with something like this. Especially for all the time you spend with my brother. I felt for sure that you'd be just as irresponsible and easily bored as he is..." Seeming to suddenly realize what she was saying, she shook her head. "Again, I apologize. You're his friend, and I shouldn't insult him in front of you like that."
Bakura just shrugged. "Why not? I insult him all the time."
Isis smiled, and seemed to be fighting a chuckle. Finally, she motioned to him to follow. "Come on... Surely you'd be more comfortable sitting in the other room, rather than standing around here like this."
As he followed her, Bakura studied his surroundings. It wasn't as if he'd never been here before. He just wanted something to put his attention on besides Isis. He would make Malik pay for this... One day or another... He would see to it that his friend got what was coming to him.
Isis led Bakura into the living room. She glanced back at him as they entered. "Do you really mean it? That you'll help me with these hieroglyphics?" She questioned skeptically.
Bakura nodded and shrugged. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." Ra, please get me out of here... he thought as he stood watching her.
"Alright." Isis sat on the couch and studied the snapshots. After a couple moments, she looked back up at him. "I thought you said you were going to help me." She frowned, her eyes narrowing at him in annoyance. "Or was it some kind of mean joke?"
"No!" Bakura shook his head quickly. "No joke... I'm going to help." Swallowing, he walked over and sat down next to her on the couch. He scolded himself for acting foolishly. Why did he feel so anxious about what he was doing? It's not like he hadn't deceived people before... Something about this, though, just didn't seem right... What if 'love' really wasn't something you're supposed to mess with?
Isis held the notepad so that they could both see it plainly. All the same, Bakura leaned in closer until their shoulders were pressing against each other. They began to compare thoughts on the hieroglyphics, telling each other what they thought of certain, mostly worn away symbols.
Bakura felt uncomfortable at first, but as time passed he really got into the work. A few times, they got in a heated argument about what a certain grouping of glyphs meant, but for the most part it was calm, friendly work. In the back of his mind, Bakura still felt the revulsion of what he had agreed to do, but he hid it well. Eventually, he was joking around with her, even if the whole time, he was praying that Malik would get there soon so that he wouldn't have to do this any longer.
"So... Where is Malik?" Bakura questioned after a few hours. They had finished translating the hieroglyphics a while before, and had just been talking idly, sitting side by side on the couch.
Isis shrugged and looked at the clock. She blinked, her eyes expressing surprise. "Has it really been that long?" She asked, looking at Bakura. "I guess I lost track of all time... I do wonder where he could have gone off to."
"Knowing him, wherever he is, he's surrounded by a group of his adoring lady friends." Bakura muttered.
Isis looked at him thoughtfully. There was an odd expression on her face. Something like uncertain sympathy. She asked silently, "Does that bother you when he attracts attention like that?"
"No... Why would it?" Bakura looked at Isis, his eyes shining with suspicion.
"Oh! No reason... It was just a question." Isis said as she stood up quickly. "Besides, it's doubtful he'd have too much company of that sort anyway... Mariku went with him."
"Mariku not a female magnet like his hikari?"
Isis focused her attention with too much strength on the notes she had jotted down about the hieroglyphics. She didn't look at Bakura as she shrugged and turned away, walking briskly towards the door.
"What?" Bakura couldn't help but feel offended. "Did I say something stupid again?" he almost blinked at himself when he said that. Where had that come from?
Isis stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him. "No..." he could tell she was lying. "I just need to put these with the rest of my work..."
"Hmmm..." Bakura watched as she left. He waited a few moments to make sure that she really was gone, then sighed with relief. Twisting slightly, he allowed himself to flop backwards and stretched out on the couch. He lay his hands, one on top of the other, on his stomach, and stared silently at the ceiling.
*She really is a weird one...* he thought to himself. *Wonder why she didn't want to talk about Mariku... I seem to pick up from others that you wish to talk about the one you love much more often than talking about almost anything else. So why did she seem so resistant to speak of him. Perhaps they're having trouble or something...* He pondered over this for a while before closing his eyes.
He just wanted to rest his eyes...
It was getting late after all...
He really hadn't meant to fall asleep...
~*~*~*~
*snickers* Yep. Bakura just fell asleep on the couch, alone with Isis, while Malik and Mariku are out somewhere. *cough* partying *cough* ^_^() Can you guess what happens next?
Oh, and a warning about this chapters bloopers... I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote them, but they are BAD! Muchly inappropriateness! () So please excuse the vulgarity...
*bounces off to read her reviews*
IrishJade: *snickers* Yes... They would both just be like... I dunno... ^_^() *playfully scolds Ryou* And no... As you can see, the plan does get underway.
Yami) White Rain: Thanks, I'm very glad you like. ^_^()
Lily of the Shadow: Yep yep. Poor Ryou is too kind hearted to really insult anyone. (until you let me throw away all the rules and write my bloopers) He's just too cute! *smothers Ryou with fangirlish love and hugs*
Thanks for reviewing you guys, but I'm kinda getting depressed that I haven't really been getting as many as I'd been hoping for... Surely there are others out there reading my story aren't there? *sigh* Ah well. So long as you guys keep supporting me, I'll stick with it all the same. *smiles and hugs everyone who's reviewed her story*
Hmmm... What to say about this chapter? I like it... It's just kinda sweet and all of Bakura... Even if he is just thinking about how much he wants to get out of there the whole time. ~_~() Oh well.
Oh yes! And I do have a drawing of Bakura in the sleeveless black shirt that shows his stomach and the maroon pants! I just finished drawing the thing today finally, so hopefully I should have it all inked and everything by the end of school tomorrow. (Hey... What else am I supposed to do during Chemistry?)
Chem. teacher: You don't own YuGi Oh and you shouldn't draw in class as often as you do!
Silverscreamer: Eep! I'm sorry! *huggles her sketchbook and dashes away*
So yes... Look forward to the beautifulness of Bakura in Malik-like clothing...
~*~*~*~
Chapter Five: The First Move
(Next day) "Ok... Why am I doing this again?" Bakura muttered to himself as he trudged down the sidewalk. "I really don't see how there's anything in it for me..."
Drawing to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the Ishtar residence, he took a deep breath and looked down at himself. He was wearing another black shirt that was just like the one he wore yesterday, as well as an identical pair of maroon colored pants. What could he say? He liked the colors...
"Well, here goes everything..." Sighing, he walked towards the door. He really didn't want to do this...
Isis opened the door after he knocked, she was studying something written in a notepad and barely glanced up at him. "Oh... Hello Bakura..." She greeted him absently, her eyes skimming over something.
Bakura stood in front of the door, with his arms folded casually in front of him. "Malik around?"
"No... Sorry..." She replied, still absently, and began to close the door.
Bakura blinked and quickly reached out to grab the doorknob, not allowing the door to close any farther. "Well, do you know when he'll be back?" He questioned, mentally scolding himself. Why did he have to do that? He could have just told Malik it was a failed attempt.
"Look, I'm not really sure." Isis sighed in annoyance as she finally looked at Bakura, getting her first good look at him. "I think... he should be back... soon..." She let her voice trail off slightly as she took in Bakura's attire. She stared for a second before shaking her head and looking him in the eyes once more. "I don't know when he'll be back. I don't think he planned to stay gone long, though."
Bakura nodded then pushed some of his bangs out of his face. Malik always played with his hair as a way of attracting female attention... "Alright."
Isis looked him over again, trying to think of some sort of explanation for his sudden change. He'd never dressed like that before... Then she suddenly realized that she was staring and that he was still standing outside. She blinked. "I'm sorry... I'm being rude. If you'd like, you can come inside and wait... That is, if you don't mind the fact it might take him a while."
Bakura pretended to think it over a bit, stretching his arms back behind his back absently. "I have nothing else to do. I can stick around here for a while."
Isis nodded and stepped aside, opening the door a little wider. Bakura gave a nod as he walked past her and moved inside. He glanced about absently, still telling himself over and over again that he didn't want to be here.
"Would you care for something to eat or drink?" Isis asked absently.
When Bakura looked back at her, he saw that she'd gone back to studying the notepad again. "No. I'm fine." He hesitated a moment before taking a deep breath and questioning, "What have you got there that's so interesting?"
She glanced back up at him. "Just something for my work... I'm working at translating some of these hieroglyphics that were found on a new artifact that was found in a dig a few weeks ago." She sighed and held the notepad out so that he could see the small snapshots taped into the pad. "The problem is that so many of them are worn that it's hard to make any sense out of most of it."
Bakura nodded, studying the pictures. "I see what you mean... I'd think that Mariku or your brother could give you a hand with it."
Isis chuckled. "You should know that Malik has no interest in my work. As for Mariku..." She shook her head. "He just tries to argue that he was more important than any one of those 'unimportant' pharaohs of the times... He most likely wouldn't help interpret them correctly. That's even if I could get him to take any interest in my work anyway."
"Ah..." Bakura nodded, and silence filled the room again as the two stood there, Isis studying the pictures once more, and Bakura digging through his mind to think of something to say. Finally, he cleared his throat. "Well... Perhaps I could give you a hand with some of those inscriptions..."
Giving him an odd look, Isis nodded slightly. "That would be helpful..."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you looking at me like that?"
She blinked and looked back down at the snapshots... Bakura couldn't help but wonder if he was just seeing things... or if she was blushing slightly. "I'm sorry. I suppose it just never struck me that you'd be the kind of person who would be willing to help me with something like this. Especially for all the time you spend with my brother. I felt for sure that you'd be just as irresponsible and easily bored as he is..." Seeming to suddenly realize what she was saying, she shook her head. "Again, I apologize. You're his friend, and I shouldn't insult him in front of you like that."
Bakura just shrugged. "Why not? I insult him all the time."
Isis smiled, and seemed to be fighting a chuckle. Finally, she motioned to him to follow. "Come on... Surely you'd be more comfortable sitting in the other room, rather than standing around here like this."
As he followed her, Bakura studied his surroundings. It wasn't as if he'd never been here before. He just wanted something to put his attention on besides Isis. He would make Malik pay for this... One day or another... He would see to it that his friend got what was coming to him.
Isis led Bakura into the living room. She glanced back at him as they entered. "Do you really mean it? That you'll help me with these hieroglyphics?" She questioned skeptically.
Bakura nodded and shrugged. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." Ra, please get me out of here... he thought as he stood watching her.
"Alright." Isis sat on the couch and studied the snapshots. After a couple moments, she looked back up at him. "I thought you said you were going to help me." She frowned, her eyes narrowing at him in annoyance. "Or was it some kind of mean joke?"
"No!" Bakura shook his head quickly. "No joke... I'm going to help." Swallowing, he walked over and sat down next to her on the couch. He scolded himself for acting foolishly. Why did he feel so anxious about what he was doing? It's not like he hadn't deceived people before... Something about this, though, just didn't seem right... What if 'love' really wasn't something you're supposed to mess with?
Isis held the notepad so that they could both see it plainly. All the same, Bakura leaned in closer until their shoulders were pressing against each other. They began to compare thoughts on the hieroglyphics, telling each other what they thought of certain, mostly worn away symbols.
Bakura felt uncomfortable at first, but as time passed he really got into the work. A few times, they got in a heated argument about what a certain grouping of glyphs meant, but for the most part it was calm, friendly work. In the back of his mind, Bakura still felt the revulsion of what he had agreed to do, but he hid it well. Eventually, he was joking around with her, even if the whole time, he was praying that Malik would get there soon so that he wouldn't have to do this any longer.
"So... Where is Malik?" Bakura questioned after a few hours. They had finished translating the hieroglyphics a while before, and had just been talking idly, sitting side by side on the couch.
Isis shrugged and looked at the clock. She blinked, her eyes expressing surprise. "Has it really been that long?" She asked, looking at Bakura. "I guess I lost track of all time... I do wonder where he could have gone off to."
"Knowing him, wherever he is, he's surrounded by a group of his adoring lady friends." Bakura muttered.
Isis looked at him thoughtfully. There was an odd expression on her face. Something like uncertain sympathy. She asked silently, "Does that bother you when he attracts attention like that?"
"No... Why would it?" Bakura looked at Isis, his eyes shining with suspicion.
"Oh! No reason... It was just a question." Isis said as she stood up quickly. "Besides, it's doubtful he'd have too much company of that sort anyway... Mariku went with him."
"Mariku not a female magnet like his hikari?"
Isis focused her attention with too much strength on the notes she had jotted down about the hieroglyphics. She didn't look at Bakura as she shrugged and turned away, walking briskly towards the door.
"What?" Bakura couldn't help but feel offended. "Did I say something stupid again?" he almost blinked at himself when he said that. Where had that come from?
Isis stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him. "No..." he could tell she was lying. "I just need to put these with the rest of my work..."
"Hmmm..." Bakura watched as she left. He waited a few moments to make sure that she really was gone, then sighed with relief. Twisting slightly, he allowed himself to flop backwards and stretched out on the couch. He lay his hands, one on top of the other, on his stomach, and stared silently at the ceiling.
*She really is a weird one...* he thought to himself. *Wonder why she didn't want to talk about Mariku... I seem to pick up from others that you wish to talk about the one you love much more often than talking about almost anything else. So why did she seem so resistant to speak of him. Perhaps they're having trouble or something...* He pondered over this for a while before closing his eyes.
He just wanted to rest his eyes...
It was getting late after all...
He really hadn't meant to fall asleep...
~*~*~*~
*snickers* Yep. Bakura just fell asleep on the couch, alone with Isis, while Malik and Mariku are out somewhere. *cough* partying *cough* ^_^() Can you guess what happens next?
Oh, and a warning about this chapters bloopers... I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote them, but they are BAD! Muchly inappropriateness! () So please excuse the vulgarity...
*bounces off to read her reviews*
IrishJade: *snickers* Yes... They would both just be like... I dunno... ^_^() *playfully scolds Ryou* And no... As you can see, the plan does get underway.
Yami) White Rain: Thanks, I'm very glad you like. ^_^()
Lily of the Shadow: Yep yep. Poor Ryou is too kind hearted to really insult anyone. (until you let me throw away all the rules and write my bloopers) He's just too cute! *smothers Ryou with fangirlish love and hugs*
Thanks for reviewing you guys, but I'm kinda getting depressed that I haven't really been getting as many as I'd been hoping for... Surely there are others out there reading my story aren't there? *sigh* Ah well. So long as you guys keep supporting me, I'll stick with it all the same. *smiles and hugs everyone who's reviewed her story*