Chapter~2 Disclaimer: don't own ygo or yu yu but do own Lisa,
Jess, and Rachel
"Yami?" Bakuras' voice broke into his thoughts. He looked at his soul room door. Bakura was standing there watching him.
"Oh, hi little one. What is it?"
He asked his lighter half. Bakura shrugged and walked over to the bed and sat down next to his Yami. Yami went back to polishing his prized dagger, aware of Bakura watching his every move.
"What's bothering you Yami? Something's wrong."
Bakura said in a concerned voice. Yami sighed in defeat and stopped polishing his dagger. He closed his eyes and bent his head down.
"Nothing. I'm just tired from staying up all night on that Hell machine you people call a plane."
He lied. In reality, he was pissed because he could sense a dark force not far away. He didn't want to alarm Bakura, but he did want to tell Yami Yugi about it. He smiled and looked at Bakura. Bakura smiled back and hugged him. He hugged his lighter half back and went back to polishing his dagger. Bakura watched him. A sad expression came over his face. Yami caught the change and looked at him.
"What's wrong Bakura? Are you ok?"
He asked worrily. Bakura was hardly ever sad and took a lot to make him admit it. Bakura looked longingly at his dagger. Yami could tell he wanted one. He had one ready to give to him for his birthday in a month, but seeing Bakura sad made him get it out of his drawer. He had it wrapped in velvet so as not to scratch or dirty it. He walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Bakura. Bakura watched him curiously and wondered at the cloth in his hands. Yami sat down and handed it to Bakura.
"Open it."
Bakura unwrapped the cloth and gasped. A beautiful silver dagger lay in his hands. He could tell Yami had made it because of the teeth it had on the edges, only he knew how to do that type of craftsmanship. Bakuras' throat clogged with tears as he fingered the beautiful object. In the middle of the dagger was a design of a hawk in mid flight. He looked at his Yami and choked out the words 'thank you'. Yami smiled warmly at him and looked at the dagger.
"I take it you like it? I was going to give it to you for your birthday next month, but I couldn't wait. The handle's made out of gold and silver. I know those are your favorite colors. Hope you like it." He said smiling. Bakura carefully placed the dagger back in the velvet cloth and set it aside. He looked at his darker half and hugged him. Bakura let the tears flow freely now, he didn't try to hold them back any longer. They soaked Yamis' shirt but he didn't care right now. Yamis' broadened smiled and hugged him back.
"I love it Yami. Thank you so much. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."
Bakura whispered. Yami closed his eyes and hugged him tighter.
"You don't have to Bakura. I just want to see you happy, that's how you can repay me. Keep it in your room, do whatever. It's yours now."
:You'd better take it. Took me a week to design and make.:
He thought to himself. Bakura broke away and picked up his new prized possession. He thanked his Yami one last time and left with the dagger, carrying it as if it was made of fragile glass. Yami smiled to himself and went back to cleaning his dagger.
"Yami?" Bakuras' voice broke into his thoughts. He looked at his soul room door. Bakura was standing there watching him.
"Oh, hi little one. What is it?"
He asked his lighter half. Bakura shrugged and walked over to the bed and sat down next to his Yami. Yami went back to polishing his prized dagger, aware of Bakura watching his every move.
"What's bothering you Yami? Something's wrong."
Bakura said in a concerned voice. Yami sighed in defeat and stopped polishing his dagger. He closed his eyes and bent his head down.
"Nothing. I'm just tired from staying up all night on that Hell machine you people call a plane."
He lied. In reality, he was pissed because he could sense a dark force not far away. He didn't want to alarm Bakura, but he did want to tell Yami Yugi about it. He smiled and looked at Bakura. Bakura smiled back and hugged him. He hugged his lighter half back and went back to polishing his dagger. Bakura watched him. A sad expression came over his face. Yami caught the change and looked at him.
"What's wrong Bakura? Are you ok?"
He asked worrily. Bakura was hardly ever sad and took a lot to make him admit it. Bakura looked longingly at his dagger. Yami could tell he wanted one. He had one ready to give to him for his birthday in a month, but seeing Bakura sad made him get it out of his drawer. He had it wrapped in velvet so as not to scratch or dirty it. He walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Bakura. Bakura watched him curiously and wondered at the cloth in his hands. Yami sat down and handed it to Bakura.
"Open it."
Bakura unwrapped the cloth and gasped. A beautiful silver dagger lay in his hands. He could tell Yami had made it because of the teeth it had on the edges, only he knew how to do that type of craftsmanship. Bakuras' throat clogged with tears as he fingered the beautiful object. In the middle of the dagger was a design of a hawk in mid flight. He looked at his Yami and choked out the words 'thank you'. Yami smiled warmly at him and looked at the dagger.
"I take it you like it? I was going to give it to you for your birthday next month, but I couldn't wait. The handle's made out of gold and silver. I know those are your favorite colors. Hope you like it." He said smiling. Bakura carefully placed the dagger back in the velvet cloth and set it aside. He looked at his darker half and hugged him. Bakura let the tears flow freely now, he didn't try to hold them back any longer. They soaked Yamis' shirt but he didn't care right now. Yamis' broadened smiled and hugged him back.
"I love it Yami. Thank you so much. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."
Bakura whispered. Yami closed his eyes and hugged him tighter.
"You don't have to Bakura. I just want to see you happy, that's how you can repay me. Keep it in your room, do whatever. It's yours now."
:You'd better take it. Took me a week to design and make.:
He thought to himself. Bakura broke away and picked up his new prized possession. He thanked his Yami one last time and left with the dagger, carrying it as if it was made of fragile glass. Yami smiled to himself and went back to cleaning his dagger.
