Doragon no Kokoro
Chapter two is now up!
This chapter's song excerpt is from Koori no Naifu o Daite, a Yu Yu Hakusho character song for Kurama. It's prettyful...
Chapter 2-
Koori no Naifu o Daite
Kokoro no hotori de anata ga yasashiku ore o yondemo
Mimi o fusaide hashiru hi mo aru
Koori no Naifu o Daite
You call gently from near my heart
I close my ears... there is also a day I run to
Embracing the Ice Knife
Bakura tinkered with all of the things in his room, wondering how much money they would fetch out in the market and how he could steal them without being noticed.
Mokuba had left to perform his own chores but said he would be back. Despite his snappish temperament, the kid still liked Bakura. That surprised him a lot, seeing as that personality tended to deflect people.
There was a game board sitting on a low table. Bakura toyed with it for a few minutes before losing interest and continuing his search for nothing. He ended up going to other rooms and looking around.
A golden chest caught his eye. Something he could steal, possibly?
He opened the chest and found a golden ring inside. It was large with a triangle and an eye in the center of it and five spiracles hanging off of it. He lifted it and ran his fingers of one hand along the ring.
"Do you like it?" A voice asked behind him.
Bakura whirled around, seeing Seto standing there. He stood in the doorframe, eyes moving from the golden trinket in his hands to make contact with Bakura's eyes.
"I can let you have it, on a couple of conditions. One, you will never sell it."
"Why not?" Bakura looked it over.
"That is connected to condition number two: you must never tell anyone about it."
"Why?"
"That is one item in a set of seven. The Sennen Items."
"Sennen Items?"
"Yes, and this Rod is another." Seto indicated the rod in his hands. "These items... they contain power. The power of each is great, and if all seven are brought together by one with a cruel heart, the world will be destroyed. But if brought together by one with pure intentions... it is rumored that they would even be able to raise the dead."
"Why are you giving it to me...?" Bakura asked, in half a whisper. "Why give me something with such great possibility of mass destruction when I could just run off with it now and never come back?"
Seto contemplated before shrugging. "I feel I can trust you. I don't know why, but I feel that you wouldn't use it to harm anyone." He said this with such confidence in himself and his words.
Bakura reddened a little. This guy was too damn trusting!
"And thank you for entertaining Mokuba. He seems to like you a lot."
"He's... a good kid, I suppose." Bakura slipped the rope that hung on the Sennen Ring around his neck. The weight felt odd, and yet so... comforting, in a sense. It felt as if the golden ring belonged around his neck. "I suppose the thing to say is... thank you."
The words felt so odd leaving his mouth and with his voice. He couldn't recall any time where he had needed to thank anyone, let alone for a gift of sorts.
"If you need anything, just ask. I have some scribe-work to do." Seto left the room with a flick of his skirt.
Bakura fiddled with the golden object in his hand. No, he wouldn't sell it. But why in the name of Osiris not? He shrugged to himself and continued his thoughts. Hm, maybe he was finally developing a sense of honor.
Or maybe it was all just a fluke.
Yes, it was all just a fluke.
Now, when did they want him to leave? May as well live in the lap of luxury while he could!
And what was up with this high priest?
The next day, and finally the little boy Mokuba would allow Bakura out of the house, saying that he had now healed. He seemed to be a very protective little kid...
Bakura walked around the marketplace, Ring around his neck and looking for Malik.
"If I was that blond idiot, where would I be...?"
Ah, or course, some part of the market, probably thinking about defacing some shrine to the Pharaoh.
"Bakura!" A voice called.
"Speak of the devil, the blond idiot now."
"Hey!" Malik ran up, breathing hard from his sprint. "Where were you yesterday?"
"Paneb and his gang jumped me." Bakura mumbled.
"And you're not dead?" Malik asked.
"No, I went unconscious cause one of the bastards had a knife and when I came to, I was in the home of the high priest."
Malik's eyes widened. "Whoa! Whoa! The high priest? As in, the rich guy who acts like he's got a stick up his ass?"
"Actually, he's not too bad." Bakura shrugged. He turned in such a way that the gold Ring glinted in the sunlight.
"Hey." Malik took it in his hands. "You steal this? Good work!"
"No." Bakura snatched it back, glaring at his friend for even thinking of selling it. "It was a gift."
"From the high priest?" Malik asked incredulously.
Bakura nodded, handling his Ring fondly.
"Hm, someone seems to have gained his favor..." Malik cocked his eyebrow and grinned.
Bakura felt himself redden slightly. "What?"
"Ya know, you could always ride the wave of luxury and let the high priest ride you a few times..." Malik grinned.
"Malik..." Bakura's fist began to shake at the blonde's humor. "I don't like Seto."
"One, it doesn't matter if you like him or not, you can still seduce him. Second, first name basis? How far have you two gone already? I knew you work fast, but damn..." His weight shifted to one leg in preparation to run.
"Malik!" Bakura started sprinting after him. They headed west to the Nile through the vegetation that came from Isis every year when the spiritual embodiment of Horus was reborn.
He stopped, searching around. "Malik, where'd you go?"
He started strolling along the banks, looking for where Malik had disappeared off to. He couldn't see him anywhere... how could the idiot have lost him?
A building came into view and Bakura slowly crept up to it. The trees grew in such a way to build a curtain around a clearing that went down to the Nile. A figure walked into view as Bakura climbed up a tree and lounged to watch.
Bakura recognized the figure as Seto. "He must be cleansing for his midday rituals." He shrugged to get comfortable. Granted if he was found out here, watching this holy ritualistic event, he would surely be killed.
Seto took off his headgear and slowly disrobed himself. No attendants accompanied him as he performed this, as no one but the high priest was supposed to be there.
Bakura's eyes traveled his body, remembering Malik's humorous- and that term is used very lightly- comments. His body was nice, lean and muscular with a face framed by hair that was now being dampened with the water of the life-giver, the Nile. Form accentuated with water, glistening in sunlight like poetry and song in motion and form.
Hm, maybe seduction was on the list of things to do sometime. But then there was the thought of Mokuba walking in... Bakura sighed, shaking his head.
Seto finished cleansing himself and slowly walked back up the banks of the Nile to retrieve his clothes. Feeling the eyes of someone on him, Seto turned towards the grove where Bakura reclined on a branch. But not seeing the boy, he dismissed it as trivial and continued onwards. Soon he was inside once again.
Bakura jumped down from his branch and started walking back into town. He replayed what he had just seen in his mind again and freeze framed it on the high priest when he had turned that way.
Damn it Malik, you have to put such thoughts into my head? Though, I did get a show... He grinned to himself.
"Bakura!" A voice called to him.
Bakura looked to his left and down to see Mokuba.
"Come on, it's time for lunch!" Mokuba grabbed his hand and started leading him.
When were they planning on getting rid of me?! Bakura asked, an incredulous look coming to his face but still following along.
"How's it taste?" Mokuba asked hyperly, looking at Bakura expectantly.
Bakura nodded, mouth too full to give a verbal answer.
Mokuba beamed and Seto smiled fondly at his little brother.
Bakura couldn't look at Seto the same anymore, after seeing everything he saw this afternoon. Every time he turned to him, he remembered how he looked out in the river, bathing in the pure waters.
Ra was setting outside, and the reddish light was cast upon Seto's face as he turned to Bakura. "You're welcome to stay for as long as you would like."
Bakura flushed. "Thank you." Ah, there was that word again. "But is it not illegal for people of my class to mingle with people of yours?"
"Hm, this is true..." Seto thought. "But if anyone comes over, such as the Pharaoh or any other officials, you can pretend you work here."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
Now Seto paused, unable to answer. "I don't know." He answered in a half-whispered voice. "I just feel that it's the right thing to do. I can't really explain it. I-" He looked up at Bakura suddenly, "-I don't know."
Bakura saw the confusion in his eyes. He felt a heat rising to his cheeks as he watched him closely. Those eyes... they- they were so... deep. Beautiful blue melted sapphires waiting to take him in.
What the hell am I thinking?! He snapped his head around suddenly, making Mokuba flinch. What the hell is going on? Why am I thinking like that?
"Are you ok?" Seto and Mokuba both asked.
Bakura paused before answering. "Yes, yes, I'm ok." It was a lie, he knew, but what was he going to say? That he was having some new feelings for this High Priest that was sitting in front of him right now?
No, they aren't feelings. You're just confused. Idiot, just go to sleep.
He excused himself from the table and went to what was now considered his room. These people were being too nice to him, and why? Mokuba just liked him, and how that happened was a quite a paradox.
Seto... he just bowed to his brother's wishes. But, no, that wasn't it. Why was he so intent on being nice? And why did Bakura have the feeling that the answer was right in front of his eyes, but he was just all-too dense to see it for himself?
He lay down and sighed. What was happening to him? He felt like he just wanted to rip out all of his hair in frustration and scream at the stupid world for existing. Yes, he just wanted to scream at the world for its existence and for his own existence. Yes, maybe kill everything and then there would be nothing for him to be mad at.
And here's a closer step to suicide. He thought bitterly to himself. But... life sucked and what were you going to do about it, besides live with it?
And just think, all of this stemmed off of conflicting emotions for a certain High Priest in the next room.
By Ra, life sucked.
Don't worry about it, just go to sleep. Go to sleep.
He closed his eyes and lay there, thinking. He couldn't sleep. No matter how many times he told himself, he wouldn't be able to sleep.
Oh, fine! He started pressing on his arties, trying to cut off the blood to make himself fall unconscious. But when nausea started to come, he stopped and lay there.
Why me, or why Ra, me?
Aiya, this fic is going slow... to me, at least. I can't get into writing it~! And it's SHORT~!
Oh, and here's some advice- don't try to knock yourself out while having insomnia by cutting off blood in your neck arteries. While it may make your opponents fall unconscious, it is not fun-full to do on yourself.
Random people: Baka.