deliciae
"A Memory of Love" Chapter 2
Oh, yeah. Isn't there supposed to be a disclaimer of sorts? Well, I don't own it, Muse doesn't either, nor does MiniMuse. But we all can wish.
deliciae: 'eyes all reviews and starts to cry' Thank you! Thank you!
Muse: Yes, deliciae is extremely moved by all the wonderful reviews.
MiniMuse: Meep.
Muse: All right, MiniMuse, it's just you and me.
deliciae: 'sniffles' I'm still here
Muse: Now you're not. 'Locks deliciae inside MiniMuse's closet'
MiniMuse: Meep… 'Eyes closet and then glares at Muse'
Muse: 'Shrugs' Your closet started it… 'points index finger at MiniMuse's closet' And then the authoress lady person started it too… and they… yeah... uh, MiniMuse, go to your corner, now! 'MiniMuse runs towards the corner and doesn't stop; hits the wall, and falls backward on to the floor, unconscious' Oo-kay, on with the ficcie!
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Bakura tossed and turned, the blankets strewn across the bed. Only one modestly covered him, but that did not matter to the sleeping white-haired thief. For his dreams was what disturbed him most.
- Shadows surrounded him, not distinguishing an exit. Bakura looked around, surprised he wasn't in his soulroom as normal. 'Where?' His question went unanswered as the shadows melded and formed anew. However, in the midst of one of the shadows a form appeared, cloaked in obscurity. 'Please…' The plea echoed through the void, after spilling from the Tomb Robber's lips. Yet, no answers were to be received, only more questions. Suddenly the room began to spin as the shadowy form melted back into the void. A flash of gold blinded Bakura, and he heard distinctly… 'We shall meet once again, my love.'… Then as the void was pulled back, he swore he saw a set of crimson eyes. -
Brown eyes blinked open, and he sighed amidst pants. Sweat coated his lithe figure, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. That dream had unnerved him, as it had to do with unlocked memories. It was true that Bakura had been sealed with most intact, but some were still lost. However it wasn't as bad as Yami, who had lost all of his memories.
Bakura lied in the bed until his body calmed down, and then he sat up, not wanting to stay asleep. That was what the daytime was for, to sleep and rest. Nighttime was the time to go out and enjoy oneself, as Bakura had found out. Less questions that way. The lone blanket slipped from his body as he slid out of the bed. He pulled on a pair of azure-dyed boxers just as a knock sounded at the door.
With a grumble, he climbed down the staircase, his Ring jingling with each step, cold against his heated flesh. He unlocked the door and jerked it open. Upon seeing the Pharaoh, he mumbled, "Do you have any idea what time it is!?" Yami shook his head; the bright crimson of his eyes became dull as Bakura ushered him in. Both entered the living room and took seats.
"I'm sorry for bothering you this late…" Yami glanced over at Bakura and blushed. Bakura sighed, "Something's the matter. What is it?" Yami was taken aback as the Tomb Robber that he had gotten to know as a fellow yami was actually being nice; it made Yami remember the way Bakura was. A loud cough brought Yami back to reality and he blushed darker.
Silence stretched between them, as minutes passed by. Bakura began to wonder if the Pharaoh had something to do with his dream. "Um, Yami?" The Pharaoh looked at Bakura, and he snapped from his daze. "Oh sorry Bakura… but I wanted to know, uh, do you remember Ancient Egypt at all?"
Bakura was shocked. Did this mean Yami was remembering? However, the words he uttered came out harsher than he meant. "Yes, Pharaoh, I have my memories." The hope that had been growing was suddenly dashed within Yami. A sullen reply was uttered, "Oh." Yami was upset; did Bakura remember and chose to forget? Did Bakura hate him for it? The list went on and on, as Yami mentally berated himself.
Confusion filled the darker yami, as he watched the hope disappear from Yami. Was there something more? Did Yami remember something he didn't? Anxiety filled Bakura as Yami sighed in a defeated, dejected way. In a monotone voice, Yami uttered, "I am sorry for bothering you. Goodnight."
As Yami stood and began to leave the room, Bakura still sat there, dumbfounded. Suddenly noticing the other yami's disappearance, Bakura hurried after Yami and barred him from exiting the house. Crimson eyes flared, and with a stiff expression that temporarily wavered, Yami said, "Leave me be, Tomb Robber."
No response was forthcoming from the white-haired fiend; just eyes glanced into eyes, trying to pin down fleeting emotions. However, Yami was the first to turn away as the hardened wall around his heart cracked and shattered, while tears welled up within those red orbs. His lids fluttered close as they fought to withhold the crystal drops, for fear of mockery and humiliation in retaliation if they were to spill.
Bakura looked over the saddened pharaoh, wondering what was wrong. Had he said the wrong thing? He was at a loss, and he felt frustrated as one saltine drop slid from those closed lids, trailing down the other's cheek. A hesitant hand reached out and wiped the drop away; Yami's eyes opened at the touch.
Both glanced at each other once again, this time with their usually guarded walls torn away, their emotions open for view. Love, desire, excitement, sadness, caution, weariness were just a few emotions easily recognizable. Bakura's hand slid down Yami's cheek from its forgotten position, as it traced over the jaw line then up to the lips. Both men leaned forward; Bakura's hands held onto Yami's head as their lips met in a gentle kiss that soon flared with passion.
The kiss was like a key to the lock that held their memories; once Yami's lips parted and the kiss deepened, memories came crashing back for both. 'And I know, wherever I am, you shall find me… We shall meet once again, my love.' Bakura and Yami broke apart, staring at each other in shock. Tears ran like a river unchecked from crimson orbs, and brown eyes were glazed over as they struggled to keep the tears at bay.
"Bakura… I'm so sorry." "No, my love, I am." Lips were pressed together in a fierce need. Hands ran over both bodies as the kiss deepened again; both fought for dominance, yet willing to give in. Both broke away once again, as the need for air had become apparent. Flushed with desire and want, breathing ragged, Bakura grabbed onto Yami's hand and pulled him up the stairs and into the bedroom.
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Innocent-looking violet eyes blinked open against the mid-morning sunlight that streamed through his window. Yugi sighed and stretched as he felt the warm body beside him stir. "Good morning, love." Yugi greeted with a kiss to Ryou's lips. Ryou smiled happily, and blinked sleepily.
"We have to get up. It's already eleven." Ryou's eyes widened in shock; he never slept in this late. Quickly he got up and dressed in clothing that had been left during previous visits. Yugi slowly rose and dressed. Both hikaris exited the room, and strode down the hallway, hand-in-hand. However, as they passed Yami's door, they paused, for it was open and no sign of Yami. Yugi was shocked, for Yami was never awake at this hour; the dark-half spent the night awake, and thus would sleep the day away.
"Don't worry, Yugi. He's probably just downstairs in the shop." But as they soon learned, that too was not the case, nor was he in the Puzzle. By now, Yugi was beginning to fret, and Ryou was doing his best to keep him calm. "Maybe Bakura would know." A smile crossed Yugi's face at that idea, and he nodded, "Yes, 'Kura might know."
Both boys grabbed their shoes and jackets at the door and exited the shop, locking it behind them. There was no need to worry about the store, for Yugi had decided to keep it closed most of the time.
Quickly both hikaris arrived at their destination, and Ryou reached for the doorknob to check if it was locked. The door swung open with ease, and shocked the white-haired youth. Normally Bakura had the house locked until mid-afternoon if Ryou wasn't there. Both boys entered, not knowing what to expect. As they approached the stairway, neither noticed the red leather shirt on the floor against the wall. Once on the landing, Ryou flipped a switch, alighting the hall.
Yugi started to speak, but Ryou shushed him as he stated, "Don't. If Bakura is woken early…" The promise of injury was left unspoken, yet the smaller boy grasped its meaning. Cautiously Ryou approached the door of his dark, and looked through where the door had stayed open. With a gasp, Ryou motioned Yugi over and both pressed the door open, stepping into the room.
Light invaded the darkness of the room, and Bakura grumbled as it struck him on the face. He snuggled more against the warmth in his bed, hiding from the light, and unconsciously nuzzled a blood-crusted bite mark on Yami's neck, that claimed Yami as his. Ryou and Yugi smiled at the serene sight; however just as they turned to leave, an eye cracked open, its ruby depths glittering as it tried to figure out who awoke him.
The door suddenly snapped close, and the two slowly turned their heads towards the bed. Yugi squeaked and jumped behind Ryou, using the taller hikari as a shield. Yami was propped up on an elbow and had used shadow magic to shut the door with a wave of his hand. The dark ruby eyes smoldered with an unknown emotion, and both boys trembled, afraid. However, Yami flopped back down and rolled over, burying his face into Bakura's chest.
This action awoke the other yami, who smiled softly and lovingly at the Pharaoh. The former thief ran a hand through the surprisingly soft hair, and a purr-like sound arose from the resting monarch. Yugi was unable to resist and muttered a soft 'Aw', which froze Bakura in his motions. Brown eyes glared at the two 'intruders', and he growled out, "Leave, before you disturb my Pharaoh more."
Yami's eyes cracked open and he leaned up, planting a kiss upon Bakura's lips. Ryou's jaw dropped in shock then he smiled happily. Yugi looped an arm through Ryou's, and they waited as the kiss continued, deepening. Finally the two dark halves broke apart, their breathing ragged with desire and want. Yami looked back over at the doorway and smiled sheepishly.
"So… you guys finally get over your 'rivalry'?" Yugi's comment earned a blush from both men. "I guess so." Yami hesitantly replied, and Ryou laughed softly, as did Yugi. Yami then realized the reason for his hikari's presence; with a sheepish expression, he said, "Oh, sorry, Yugi… I meant to return, but, um, kind of…"
Yugi immediately interrupted the awkward explanation, "Don't worry Yami. I was a little worried, but now…" He left his sentence hang with a wink, which caused the crimson-eyed yami to blush once again.
Bakura laughed dryly at the antics, as he wrapped a possessive arm more around Yami. Ryou's eyes widened at the underlying statement, and tugged on Yugi's arm, directing them towards the door. "We, we will see you, uh, l-later." Ryou stuttered out and pulled Yugi out the door quickly, then the door slammed shut.
Yami looked at Bakura, then the door, and then back to Bakura. The white-haired fiend smirked and Yami suddenly laughed. "'Kura, you are so mean, even to your own hikari." "I know…" Any further conversation was dismissed as lips were pressed together in a heated kiss.
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The End?
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Muse: Now, I would like to know. Does anyone want a sequel? I've been thinking about having deliciae make me—I mean, us all one; and if you do want one, what do you want to happen in it?
deliciae: 'from inside closet' There are no limits on whatever you want.
Muse: Yeah, anything goes. Even mpregs, which I especially adore. 'Evil smile, rubbing hands together'
deliciae: Anyways, thanks for reading and reviewing, and as soon as I find a way out of this closet, you'll get your sequel—if you guys want it.
Muse: Okay, now plz review and plz say that you want a sequel. Thank you. 'salutes the audience, then turns and grabs MiniMuse, who is still unconscious; holds MiniMuse like a baby, walks off stage and shuts off the lights'
deliciae: 'still in closet' Now, how to get out of here…