FLY WITH ME
By Amphitrite
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A/n: Hey, again. Amphitrite is BACK! …Um, yeah. School's finally over; I can actually write again! You guys are going to love this chapter. …Hopefully. I loved writing it! ^^
Pairings: [Bakura x Yami], Ryou/Yuugi
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to the great Takahashi-sama. 'Fly With Me' belongs to Amphitrite. Don't steal.
Last Revision: January 18th, 2004
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Yami continued pacing around the park, even though he didn't really realize it.
"Excuse me, mister," a young voice piped up, "Are you feeling okay?"
Yami snapped out of his thoughts and stared at the child in wonder. He can…see me? Oh, shit! I'm not invisible! The little boy took his hand and dragged the spirit to a nearby park bench. "Now tell me what's wrong," he commanded. Yami blinked in puzzlement. Who does this kid think he is? "Are you mute or deaf or something?!?" The kid frowned and pinched Yami's arm. Hard.
"OW!!" Yami cringed as his skin began turning an odd shade of pink. The child grinned in triumph.
"Good, so you're not mute. Now tell me what's wrong!" The boy kicked Yami in the shins. "TALK TO ME, DAMN IT!" This caused the pharaoh to raise a dignified eyebrow in response.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked nonchalantly, still trying to figure out Bakura's 'puzzle'.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"Who said anything was wrong?"
"Me. But since you won't tell me what's the matter with you," the child retorted, "I wanna ask you something." He paused and looked around, looking as if he were afraid to be overheard. "What's love?"
Yami stared at him in confusion. "Wha…?" Then he paled in realization. Love…
"I fear it too, Yami. But I believe it's all worth it. All that fearing, all the pain…I think it would be worth it if I could have someone."
"I thought you had a lover already."
"I never said that. I only said that I love someone. Not that they loved me back."
"Who wouldn't love you?"
"…The one that I love. The only person in the entire world that I absolutely adore with such a passion."
"I want you to know…what I said to you at the hangout…I didn't mean it."
"Don't lie to me, Pharaoh."
Yami gasped in horror. Bakura thought that he, the Game King, loved him, the Thief King?!? How is that…possible? He shook his head slightly in disbelief. But…I don't…right? But somehow, he couldn't convince himself to believe that.
'If you don't, then why did you say what you did at the hangout?'
Yami groaned as the voice inside his head began speaking against him. Stupid Goddamn voice. I do not love the Thief.
'Oh yeah?'
Yeah.
But…Yami's eyes widened as realization began to dawn upon him. What Bakura said… It meant that he was the one that the thief was after…. Didn't it? Yami instantly frowned at the thought. That wasn't possible. How could Bakura feel anything other than hate for his mortal enemy? It just couldn't be!
But it had to be…There was no other answer.
"You will soon, Yami. I know you will. Just remember…come to me when you do figure it out. And I…I hope you come soon."
Yami shook his head. I don't believe it.
'Believe it, Pharaoh!'
Who the hell are you, anyway?
Somehow, Yami felt the voice smirk. 'A voice inside your head, you idiot.' Yami thought it sounded a bit like Bakura himself, which was just…odd. And to him, very disturbing.
"So what do I do now?" the ancient spirit whispered. "I know you love me, Bakura. The game's over. But… Now what?" His crimson eyes glazed over as he got lost in his thoughts. "What do I do now?"
"What are you talking about?" the little boy whined. "You still haven't answered my question! You're such a rude man." He crossed his arms and pouted.
"KATO! GET THE HELL BACK HERE!"
Both Yami and the child turned to the speaker. A sweaty, very pissed off looking Malik ran up to them, the calm and ever quiet Rishid trailing a foot or two behind him.
"Hi, Malik-san," the boy, apparently Kato, said sweetly whilst smiling innocently, "What's up?" Malik glared at the child.
"Time to go home," the blonde hissed under his breath. Kato shook his head.
"No."
Yami watched as they continued to bicker. "Uh…Malik? Who is this?"
Malik blinked, then looked at his former enemy. "Oh…hi…Yami no Yuugi. This is Kato, the son of the museum owner. Isis was asked to baby-sit him for today. Then she ditched and left me with this little nightmare," he explained, shooting the little boy a quick glare. "Rishid's helping me," he added.
Yami nodded curtly at Malik's shadow, acknowledging his presence respectfully. Rishid bowed slightly, his green eyes ever watchful.
"Well," Yami smiled. "Thank you, Malik and," he frowned, "Kato." Malik tilted his head to the side, giving the pharaoh a puzzled look.
"What for?"
"For…" Yami's eyes sparkled, "for helping me realize something very important." And with that, he stood up and walked away.
Malik blinked in absolute confusion. "Huh?"
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Yami headed toward the Bakura residence, where he hoped the thief to be. He walked onto the doorstep, pausing slightly. What would he say? He fingered the chain around his neck and laid a hand on the Puzzle. It was still cold. Yuugi hadn't forgiven him yet.
The former pharaoh tentatively reached for the doorbell…and rang it.
He stood there for a few seconds, though to him, it seemed as if he had waited for eternity. The person on the other side of the door fumbled with the lock and then opened the door a crack. Then the door opened fully. There Bakura stood, dressed in his usual casual clothes. Yami had never thought much about how good the fellow spirit looked in those tight jeans. He was a bit disturbed by the fact that he was now noticing it.
"Yami…!" Bakura exclaimed, shocked.
Suddenly, Yami felt very awkward and shy. "Good morning, Bakura," he greeted quietly. "You asked me to come?"
Bakura blushed. "You…you already…Wow…"
"May…may I come in?" Yami asked hesitantly. Bakura nodded quickly, stepping aside to let his guest in. After Yami entered the house, the thief closed and locked the door. Then he led the pharaoh into the kitchen.
"Um…Sit down. I'll fix us something to drink. What would you like?" Bakura questioned nervously.
"Just water will be fine, thank you." Yami answered politely, still not positive about how to act around the other. Bakura nodded and quickly poured Yami a glass of water. He grabbed a bottle of chilled frappuccino from the refrigerator and sat down at the kitchen counter. He gestured for Yami to sit next to him. The other spirit complied.
"So…" Bakura started, fidgeting nervously. "Do you understand now?"
Yami said solemnly, "I-I believe I do." He drank his water slowly, flickering curious eyes at his supposed enemy.
Bakura leaned his elbow on the counter and his head on his palm. He gazed at Yami with dreamy russet eyes, a small smile on his face. "What do you think?"
Yami blinked at the straightforward question as well as the look on the other's face. "What do I think? I think…I think we could give it a try." The pharaoh liked his choice of words, as they made Bakura turn pink and falter for a split second.
"Yami?" the silver-haired thief choked out, trying desperately to make his cheeks stop burning.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks," Bakura said sincerely, before he leaned forward and brought the clueless spirit closer to him. "You can send me to the Shadow Realm after this, for all I care," he muttered. Then he pressed his lips against Yami, their mouths meeting in a passionate and fiery first kiss.
Yami was the sanctuary that Bakura had been searching for since the beginning of time. He savored the wondrous flavor of the pharaoh. The monarch's mouth was ambrosia to him, his lips equivalent to the evening sunset over the warm desert sands. Yami was the one. He was the one that satisfied the empty void in the tomb robber. The one that filled the blank spot in Bakura's heart…the space that had been reserved for someone special.
And that someone was Yami.
Once he got over the shock of Bakura kissing him, and so passionately too, Yami's mouth began to reply. He was so surprised at the thief's gentleness that he gave entrance to Bakura as soon as it was requested. Yami loved the taste of the other, so cold, so untouched, yet so warm and experienced at the same time. He was the moonlight reflecting on the ocean and the stars radiating in the night sky.
Yami suddenly felt so full, as if all his jealousies had been erased. He no longer felt as if nobody loved him; that nobody would ever love him.
Because he now knew that Bakura would.
The pharaoh gingerly brought the other closer to him. Bakura didn't complain but instead held the other's small body against him.
When Bakura finally began to withdraw, he paused to lick Yami's lips possessively before completely letting go. The pharaoh was delectable and he wanted to relish as much of him as he could. Bakura shyly turned away and stared at his coffee. Yami slowly opened his eyes as Bakura's lips departed, his cheeks stained bright red with embarrassment, euphoria, satisfaction, and most of all…adoration.
Yami's cerise eyes shone with elation. "Wow…" he said, though it sounded more like he was sighing in happiness. His eyes gazed at Bakura and sparkled in admiration as he lightly touched his own lips. It was as if he was checking to see if it had been a dream or reality. "Oh…wow."
Bakura turned even pinker during the awkward, slightly uncomfortable silence. "Well…are you going to send me to the Shadow Realm now? I'm finished," he said softly, breaking the silence. He sounded tiny bit disappointed that this wonderful 'bond' would end. His fingers gently curled into slight fists. His breaths became heavy and he cast his eyes down.
Yami slowly and carefully uncurled Bakura's left fingers with his right hand, intertwining them with his own. Bakura met Yami's hopeful eyes, afraid of what the pharaoh would say.
"You're wonderful, Bakura," Yami murmured softly, a small smile spreading across his face. His crimson eyes twinkled. "That was…the best kiss I've ever…had…in my life. It was just…" Yami stumbled over his words as he tried to figure out how to express what he was feeling.
"Perfect?" Bakura supplied helpfully. Yami nodded enthusiastically and Bakura couldn't help but think of how cute he looked at the moment.
"I'm not going to send you to the Shadow Realm," the pharaoh declared suddenly. "You're too good of a kisser to waste," he added. Bakura grinned and squeezed his hand.
"Thank you. It means a lot to me."
Yami closed his eyes and then opened them again, looking at the tabletop. "And maybe, in time, I can even learn to love you…" He flickered his eyes up to the other spirit hopefully. "Just as much as you love me." The phrase was partly whispered as Yami leaned against the thief affectionately.
Bakura smiled and kissed Yami on the forehead gently, then laid his head on the pharaoh's. "I hope that you can," he answered, grinning, "because it would be a shame if your great kissing talents would have to be wasted on someone else."
Yami laughed. Maybe learning to love Bakura won't be as hard as I had thought…
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A/n: Well…You like? It got a little too prose-y, but I hope it was still okay. Oh, and don't worry, just because they sort of 'got together' doesn't mean that the fic has ended. Nope. [hugs fic] I love this too much to end it now.
Review, please! I really want to see what you readers say about this chapter. ^^ Thanks!