disclaimers: Sadly, Yugioh isn't mine...sigh. I wish....^_^
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Sorry for taking so long. I lost interest! -_-
Note: Since I havent seen the Battle City episodes, I'm making stuff up @_@ This chapter will go out of Bakura's POV but i'll say when it does ^-^
*...* = thoughts
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VENTUS
Isis fondled the Sennen Tauk, unconciously. The cobalt eyes narrowed margingly. Isis knew that it wasn't her brother however a feeling of impending doom filled her soul. Was keeping Yugi with her such a good idea? She sighed, sinking down onto a chair. It made no sense. Suddenly, the phone rang, snapping the Egyptian from her musings. She fumbled through her bag and produced the cell phone.
"Brother?"
"No. This is Seto Kaiba."
"Oh, I apologize."
"Its alright."
"Is there something you need? I can tell by the tone of your voice."
"Yes. Bakura asked me to help you with protecting Yugi."
Isis frowned. Bakura hated Seto so why would he ask him to look after Yugi? With Yami going to Egypt, Yugi didn't need to be watched over. There were deadends in the webs of Seto's statement. The last time she knew, Bakura didn't even know how to use a phone let alone know Seto's number by memory and there was no way he could have already went to Ryou's, asking one of them. ".....And what do you want me to do about it?"
"Let me take care of him in my mansion. There's high tech security, it would keep anyone from getting inside."
*Or out,* Isis thought dryly. Seto did have a point.... Even if Yugi could not leave, Yami could not enter. Isis didn't think that Seto would hurt Yugi but it was still there; that imminent dread. "........Only if Yugi agrees."
"Ah, most assuredly. I won't press if Yugi doesn't want to."
*I'll bet you wouldn't. Your telling lies, Seto Kaiba, and I will find out but until then, I have to comply.* "Yugi will be here, at the museum, in fifteen minutes. Come here and you shall have him."
"Good."
Isis heard the click of Seto's phone, brows drawn. "What is that makes you have the want to protect Yugi? You are rivals and yet, you jump to the chance to help him. Bakura did not call you so how did you know?"
* * *
Bakura waited impatiently for Ryou to finish packing his suitcase, tapping his foot against the floor. "Damnit, can you go any slower?!" Not sticking around for an answer to his rhetorical question, Bakura descended the stairs to gaze at the little angel on the couch. Bakura slipped his arms around Yugi's shoulders. "Little one, will you be fine?"
"Of course Bakura. I dont want to see Marik get hurt."
"Your heart's bigger than you."
Yugi glared, or tried to but actually turned into a comical attempt, before chuckling. "I'm not ~that~ short, Bakura."
"Oh no? You barely each my waist."
Yugi smiled, turning around in Bakura's hold and jumping in his arms. Bakura was knocked back by the sudden attack and fell flat on his back. Yugi smirked. "Pinned you."
Bakura, with one deft move, flipped their positions so that he was straddling the teen's hips. "I think not." Yugi shifted, large purple eyes blinking at the white haired fiend sitting on top of him. Sudden flashes of what Yami did to him caused Yugi to involuntarily whimper. Bakura hastily scooted off of the compact frame. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Its okay. I really need to get over what...what he did to me."
"Take your time. I'm not in any hurry. Hey, I waited 5000 years in a Ring, I think I can wait a few months or even years."
"Thank you so much," Yugi said, his eyes filling with tears. He wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist, burrowing deeper. "Its so strange to feel this strongly for you. I thought my love was only reserved for Yami and yet here I am, feeling even more for you."
"Yugi-"
"No," he pressed his finger to Bakura's lips. "I love you."
"I-"
"Dont' tell me yet. I want to hear when we make love. When....the three of us join." Yugi raised his eyes to the door where Ryou was. Ryou smiled softly at Bakura and Yugi. "Ryou, I love you. To love one of you is to love the other."
"So does this mean we should love Yami Yugi?" Bakura asked bitterly spatting the name out.
"He is no longer himself so it doesn't count." Yugi grinned impishly, kissing Bakura on the tip of his nose.
Ryou adjusted the bags in his hands. "We should get going. Isis is waiting at the museum. It would rude of us to make her wait when she has so graciously agreed to devote her time to keeping Yugi safe. Besides, we don't want to miss our flight."
"I wish you could some with us Yugi," Bakura said getting in the passenger seat while Ryou took the driver's. "But with Yami already there and in search of Marik, it wouldn't be wise."
"I understand. Don't worry. Besides, I have school tomorrow and Joey, Honda, Tea, and Mai are going to be there so I wont be bored."
"Should they be warned of what is happening?"
"....No. If they knew, one of them could go to Yami."
"Tea," Yugi said. "She has a crush on him."
"Doesn't she know he's gay?"
"Yes but she refuses to believe it. That goes for the you too Bakura."
Bakura glared at Yugi though there was humor twinkling in the brown orbs. "And your saying noone says it about you?"
"Nope!" Yugi giggled.
"Probably cause they think he's to innocent to even think about sex with a girl and he'd have to be incredibly corrupted to think it about a boy." Ryou rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate. "Stupid society."
Bakura laughed. "Same way they think your so innocent!"
"Oh hush!"
* * *
(Egypt, 2:00 am.)
Marik curled into a ball on his bed, shivering. He pulled the blanket around his bronzed frame tighter, a few tears pouring down his cheeks. It was like this, at nights. Dreams of Malik would pervade sleep. Some were good; of the times they spent together. The rest were bad; the day Malik was taken to Shadow. Images of them making love, laughing together, being cruel to the stupid pharoah and his bratty friends, and then when Malik was gone.
Marik rose from the bed, unable to escape the haunting dreams. He sighed, clutching the Sennen Rod closer to his chest. It felt nice to have it so close, it made him think that Malik was still there. Marik could sometimes sink into a type of dream scape, where he would summon a copy of Malik. It never satisfied him because the copy was devoid of emotions.
Marik suddenly stopped breathing, listening intently. A faint tinkering sound came from downstairs. Marik slowly let the air leave, breathing softly. What the hell was it? The servants and maids had already gone to their quarters and they knew better than to come into the main house when he was asleep; he was paranoid enough as it was. Marik gently padded across his bedroom, silently easing the door open. There it was again! It..it seemed to be coming from the foyer. Marik contemplated on whether or not to call the police or run and dive underneath his bed. If only Malik was with him, he'd surely take care of any unwanted thieves.
Marik's paranoia eventually got the best of him and he ran to Rashid's room. His servant rose from the bed, blinking owlishly at his master. "What is it Master Ishtar?"
"There's someone at the door."
Immediately Rashid's demeanor went to, Operation Keep Marik Safe. Rashid was a big man, well able to defend himself against an intruder but he picked up a gun just in case. With Marik tentaviley following behind, holding the Rod as if it were a security blanket, Rashid approached the main door. With a hard jerk, Rashid swung it open only to an empty doorstep.
"What is it?" Marik whispered, peeping from behind the large frame to see absolutely nothing. "I heard it!"
"I know you did Master Ishtar, for I was woke by it as well."
"What do you think it was?"
"....An animal perhaps."
"Animal's dont scratch at your doors, at least not in Egypt."
"....Come on Master Ishtar. If it was someone, their gone now."
"Hn. Fine."
"You can be such a baby sometimes."
".....Shut up."
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight, Master Ishtar? I'll keep you safe."
"You try anything on me and I'll shove my rod up your ass so hard that you won't be able to sit for a week."
"Which rod, Master?"
"The Sennen Rod! Not..not that rod, you pervert!"
"You spoil my fun."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Only if you do first."
A pair of gleaming, crimson eyes followed the pair as they went back inside the mansion, their conversation fading.
* * *
WHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *_* ohhhhhhh, its getting exciting! :D
THIS IS YAOI!! DONT LIKE THEN PLEASE LEAVE.
Sorry for taking so long. I lost interest! -_-
Note: Since I havent seen the Battle City episodes, I'm making stuff up @_@ This chapter will go out of Bakura's POV but i'll say when it does ^-^
*...* = thoughts
Thanks for Reviewing you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
VENTUS
Isis fondled the Sennen Tauk, unconciously. The cobalt eyes narrowed margingly. Isis knew that it wasn't her brother however a feeling of impending doom filled her soul. Was keeping Yugi with her such a good idea? She sighed, sinking down onto a chair. It made no sense. Suddenly, the phone rang, snapping the Egyptian from her musings. She fumbled through her bag and produced the cell phone.
"Brother?"
"No. This is Seto Kaiba."
"Oh, I apologize."
"Its alright."
"Is there something you need? I can tell by the tone of your voice."
"Yes. Bakura asked me to help you with protecting Yugi."
Isis frowned. Bakura hated Seto so why would he ask him to look after Yugi? With Yami going to Egypt, Yugi didn't need to be watched over. There were deadends in the webs of Seto's statement. The last time she knew, Bakura didn't even know how to use a phone let alone know Seto's number by memory and there was no way he could have already went to Ryou's, asking one of them. ".....And what do you want me to do about it?"
"Let me take care of him in my mansion. There's high tech security, it would keep anyone from getting inside."
*Or out,* Isis thought dryly. Seto did have a point.... Even if Yugi could not leave, Yami could not enter. Isis didn't think that Seto would hurt Yugi but it was still there; that imminent dread. "........Only if Yugi agrees."
"Ah, most assuredly. I won't press if Yugi doesn't want to."
*I'll bet you wouldn't. Your telling lies, Seto Kaiba, and I will find out but until then, I have to comply.* "Yugi will be here, at the museum, in fifteen minutes. Come here and you shall have him."
"Good."
Isis heard the click of Seto's phone, brows drawn. "What is that makes you have the want to protect Yugi? You are rivals and yet, you jump to the chance to help him. Bakura did not call you so how did you know?"
* * *
Bakura waited impatiently for Ryou to finish packing his suitcase, tapping his foot against the floor. "Damnit, can you go any slower?!" Not sticking around for an answer to his rhetorical question, Bakura descended the stairs to gaze at the little angel on the couch. Bakura slipped his arms around Yugi's shoulders. "Little one, will you be fine?"
"Of course Bakura. I dont want to see Marik get hurt."
"Your heart's bigger than you."
Yugi glared, or tried to but actually turned into a comical attempt, before chuckling. "I'm not ~that~ short, Bakura."
"Oh no? You barely each my waist."
Yugi smiled, turning around in Bakura's hold and jumping in his arms. Bakura was knocked back by the sudden attack and fell flat on his back. Yugi smirked. "Pinned you."
Bakura, with one deft move, flipped their positions so that he was straddling the teen's hips. "I think not." Yugi shifted, large purple eyes blinking at the white haired fiend sitting on top of him. Sudden flashes of what Yami did to him caused Yugi to involuntarily whimper. Bakura hastily scooted off of the compact frame. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Its okay. I really need to get over what...what he did to me."
"Take your time. I'm not in any hurry. Hey, I waited 5000 years in a Ring, I think I can wait a few months or even years."
"Thank you so much," Yugi said, his eyes filling with tears. He wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist, burrowing deeper. "Its so strange to feel this strongly for you. I thought my love was only reserved for Yami and yet here I am, feeling even more for you."
"Yugi-"
"No," he pressed his finger to Bakura's lips. "I love you."
"I-"
"Dont' tell me yet. I want to hear when we make love. When....the three of us join." Yugi raised his eyes to the door where Ryou was. Ryou smiled softly at Bakura and Yugi. "Ryou, I love you. To love one of you is to love the other."
"So does this mean we should love Yami Yugi?" Bakura asked bitterly spatting the name out.
"He is no longer himself so it doesn't count." Yugi grinned impishly, kissing Bakura on the tip of his nose.
Ryou adjusted the bags in his hands. "We should get going. Isis is waiting at the museum. It would rude of us to make her wait when she has so graciously agreed to devote her time to keeping Yugi safe. Besides, we don't want to miss our flight."
"I wish you could some with us Yugi," Bakura said getting in the passenger seat while Ryou took the driver's. "But with Yami already there and in search of Marik, it wouldn't be wise."
"I understand. Don't worry. Besides, I have school tomorrow and Joey, Honda, Tea, and Mai are going to be there so I wont be bored."
"Should they be warned of what is happening?"
"....No. If they knew, one of them could go to Yami."
"Tea," Yugi said. "She has a crush on him."
"Doesn't she know he's gay?"
"Yes but she refuses to believe it. That goes for the you too Bakura."
Bakura glared at Yugi though there was humor twinkling in the brown orbs. "And your saying noone says it about you?"
"Nope!" Yugi giggled.
"Probably cause they think he's to innocent to even think about sex with a girl and he'd have to be incredibly corrupted to think it about a boy." Ryou rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate. "Stupid society."
Bakura laughed. "Same way they think your so innocent!"
"Oh hush!"
* * *
(Egypt, 2:00 am.)
Marik curled into a ball on his bed, shivering. He pulled the blanket around his bronzed frame tighter, a few tears pouring down his cheeks. It was like this, at nights. Dreams of Malik would pervade sleep. Some were good; of the times they spent together. The rest were bad; the day Malik was taken to Shadow. Images of them making love, laughing together, being cruel to the stupid pharoah and his bratty friends, and then when Malik was gone.
Marik rose from the bed, unable to escape the haunting dreams. He sighed, clutching the Sennen Rod closer to his chest. It felt nice to have it so close, it made him think that Malik was still there. Marik could sometimes sink into a type of dream scape, where he would summon a copy of Malik. It never satisfied him because the copy was devoid of emotions.
Marik suddenly stopped breathing, listening intently. A faint tinkering sound came from downstairs. Marik slowly let the air leave, breathing softly. What the hell was it? The servants and maids had already gone to their quarters and they knew better than to come into the main house when he was asleep; he was paranoid enough as it was. Marik gently padded across his bedroom, silently easing the door open. There it was again! It..it seemed to be coming from the foyer. Marik contemplated on whether or not to call the police or run and dive underneath his bed. If only Malik was with him, he'd surely take care of any unwanted thieves.
Marik's paranoia eventually got the best of him and he ran to Rashid's room. His servant rose from the bed, blinking owlishly at his master. "What is it Master Ishtar?"
"There's someone at the door."
Immediately Rashid's demeanor went to, Operation Keep Marik Safe. Rashid was a big man, well able to defend himself against an intruder but he picked up a gun just in case. With Marik tentaviley following behind, holding the Rod as if it were a security blanket, Rashid approached the main door. With a hard jerk, Rashid swung it open only to an empty doorstep.
"What is it?" Marik whispered, peeping from behind the large frame to see absolutely nothing. "I heard it!"
"I know you did Master Ishtar, for I was woke by it as well."
"What do you think it was?"
"....An animal perhaps."
"Animal's dont scratch at your doors, at least not in Egypt."
"....Come on Master Ishtar. If it was someone, their gone now."
"Hn. Fine."
"You can be such a baby sometimes."
".....Shut up."
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight, Master Ishtar? I'll keep you safe."
"You try anything on me and I'll shove my rod up your ass so hard that you won't be able to sit for a week."
"Which rod, Master?"
"The Sennen Rod! Not..not that rod, you pervert!"
"You spoil my fun."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Only if you do first."
A pair of gleaming, crimson eyes followed the pair as they went back inside the mansion, their conversation fading.
* * *
WHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *_* ohhhhhhh, its getting exciting! :D