I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
|~*Rhapsody: And here we are again, with another chapter and another poem piece.
Tat: You wrote my character. **chibi pout**
Rhapsody: And did it well. **beams**
Tat: Hey!
Rhapsody: **shrugs** You can have him back, I guess…
Tat: ^^ Good. Now, to disclaim for us… Bakura himself.
Bakura: **appears in poof of smoke** Where the &%*@ am I?!
Tat: **brandishes scythe under his nose** Doing disclaimer for two struggling writers…
Bakura: **long glance at scythe** Yu-Gi-Oh! is not the property of Rhapsody and Tat, it belongs to Mr. Takahashi, an infinitely better writer.
Rhapsody: Hey! **grabs scythe with Tat and pokes Bakura**
Bakura: o.O Outta here! **leaves quickly**
Tat: **sigh** We shoulda captured him… Our own bishie!
Rhapsody and Tat: **starry eyes**
Alright, alright, that's enough, here's poem and fic…*~|
…The
free bird* thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own…
–Maya Angelou
*In this case the free bird may be interpreted as Bakura.
CHAPTER TWENTY (by Rhapsody)
Bakura's POV
"So how long?" Marik asks lazily, his hands stroking my stomach. It isn't often he stays with me after we are done—generally it is a physical relationship with only minor friendship attached.
I growl angrily. "Tomorrow, maybe. And as soon as I do, I'm gonna…" My hand clenches around his, and I suddenly smell copper in the air—blood. I've broken his skin. He doesn't mind much—we've done worse to each other in the throes of passion—and simply brings our clasped hands to his mouth and licks away the blood. When he is done, something in his eyes sparks and he smiles.
"I have an idea."
"Hmm?" I pull my hand back from his and use it to trace the curve of his ear, slide down his throat to a spot between his collarbones as he tries to find words for his idea.
"You want revenge, right? Well, the way you get revenge on someone is by taking away what means the most to them."
I scowl darkly in remembrance. "I tried. Stupid hikari has no sex drive."
"Lucky for me…" he mutters but shakes his head. His blonde locks fall in his eyes and he shakes his head again to move them. He sits up and says, "That isn't what I meant."
I sit up myself, interested. "What do you mean?"
"Take away what means the most to him… by making Ryou forget that he meant anything to the pharaoh in the first place."
I nod appreciatively as the idea sinks in. "Not a bad idea… You're almost as evil as I, Marik."
"Almost?" "Almost." I am most certainly the evilest yami in the universe. He shrugs and lets it go. His eyes go unfocused for a minute—he's communicating with his light.
"I gotta go beat up my hikari's bully and then my hikari for being a weakling," he says in a reluctant-to-leave tone. He leans down and gives me a long kiss—being in our soul rooms we have no real need to breathe, so minutes pass before we part.
He steps out and I plan my revenge against the pharaoh.