Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, can't be stuffed writing the authors note, no-one ever reads them anyway.
Angel Reaper: Yuppies, I know. Formatting is back to normal.
Homicidal-Invader: I know, I know!
Bakuraluva: Thank you! There will be a little bit of silliness, but I can't do too much or as Kira-Kura says, this will end up being a humor.
Crazytomboy1: Fluff, fluff, fluffiness! Here you go, I'm making this chapter a fluffy one as a sorry for not updating for so long. Stupid writers block.
Kira-Kura: Yuppies, I know! And it's the energy in your body that makes your heart beat or something... Ask my dad, he's a paramedic and he told me. Oh, wait, I live real far away from you....
Thanks to all the rest of my reviewers, I love getting reviews! Here's a vampire Bakura plushie, complete with folding out wings!
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Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Marik = Malik
Marik = Marik
*****Bakuras POV *****
Bakura slowly began to be aware of himself. Through the usual disorientation from being asleep for a long time, he tried to remember what happened. Images flashed through his mind, a chase, flying, a wooden and silver knife... And being hit.
The last thing he remembered was Malik kneeling above him, saying something, and then a white hot blindness. And now he woke up. Obviously he wasn't dead, he figured his afterlife was going to figure lots and lots of pain and men with horns, but he felt relatively comfortable.
So where was he? Bakura twitched his hand and felt it move against stone, polished smooth. Right, so he was lying on stone. What else? He could smell a sort of misty clean smell. So, he was probably in a large room, possibly outside. However, there was no wind. His ears, not to be left out, reported the sound of running water. And then he realized where he was.
Shit, he must have been badly hurt. No-one had used this chamber for decades. It was almost a holy place, if vampires had holy places. Well, if he woke up here, he was probably alright. Or nearly, at least. He opened his eyes into blackness and attempted to push himself up. At once agony shocked through his left arm and chest, and he lay back down, gasping.
Obviously I'm not quite healed yet. I wonder what the hell's up with my arm? Tentatively he reached his right arm over to his left, and then groped along from the elbow until he came to the wrist, where something was through his wrist.
"What the hell?" he whispered into the darkness. It felt wooden, and there was a ring of partly healed flesh around it. Then he remembered, that damn hunter had shot him in the wrist. And Malik, fool that he was, had left it in. Great, either he left it in there and had a crossbow bolt in the middle of his wrist for the rest of his life, or he pulled it out. And that was going to be no fun.
What has to be done... Bakura thought as he braced his left arm on the edge of the stone slab and pulled at the crossbow bolt as hard as he could with his right arm. The first try loosened it a little, but hurt like hell. Bakura rested for a second, until the pain had reduced a little bit, and then pulled at it again. It came out with a sickening sliding sound, and Bakura felt blood trickle along his left hands fingers and drip into the water below.
He was about to throw it aside, and then stopped. That would be like sacrilege. He lay it beside him and relaxed again, feeling the healing of his body and the magic in the air around him start to heal the wound.
*****Ryous POV *****
Ryou gasped and sat up with a start, absent mindedly checking his neck. He had had a dream where he was being attacked by vampires, and then was saved by Bakura. It was an alright dream, until Bakura decided to drink his blood again. He thought he had woken up, and was back in his own house again. Only when he went to the bathroom to try and wash his face to wake up properly, blood started pouring out of two points in his neck, filling his cupped hands as he tried to stop the flow. When he looked into the mirror, Bakuras face looked back at him, strangely sad. Then he woke up.
Having established that there was no mark, only the scar from when Bakura had first drank his blood, Ryou lay back down. But he couldn't get comfortable. He rolled onto his back, and lay with his arms outstretched (1). He still couldn't get comfortable. Eventually he stood up and tried to walk around the mattresses in the pitch black darkness, but tripped over and landed on top of somebody's legs.
"Mph?"
"Sorry, I just fell over." Ryou whispered.
"Mph." The person rolled over and went back to sleep. Ryou walked on until he found a wall, and walked around with his hand trailing along the edge of the stone wall, occasionally brushing against velvety wall hangings, until he reached the ridge of a door frame.
He open the door and walked outside. It was midday, so he shut the door firmly behind him. He was in a part of the castle he recognized from his earlier explorations, and he headed back to the tower where he had been with Bakura. He needed to get his jeans back, and look at that box. He heard the door open behind him and turned around to see Marik, looking slightly rumpled with his hair sticking up on one side of his head.
"Morning Ryou." Marik said, and yawned.
"Morning."
"What are you doing up?"
"I need to go and find my jeans." Marik looked down at Ryou and grinned, making Ryou blush.
"And just why did you have your pants off anyway? No, you don't have to answer that. Are you hungry? I'm going to go get some food. Bakura keeps human food in his house, for when I visit."
Ryou suddenly realized he hadn't eaten for nearly two days. His stomach rumbled and he smiled, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment.
"I guess you are. I'll show you the kitchen, and then you can go and get your jeans."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. This way."
*****Bakuras POV, the next night. *****
Bakura opened his eyes again, still in the pitch blackness. He had been having dreams so real, that he was surprised to wake up. But then the chamber had been said to do that, sometimes to the point of making people believe this world wasn't real, and occasionally it stole your mind away. That was why no-one used it. He must have been so badly hurt that it was his only chance.
What the chamber did was to completely isolate you from anything outside. Any other magic in the area outside the chamber would no longer work, even life auras couldn't be sensed. Nothing could interfere with a vampires healing process.
Bakura lay there, thinking. The dreams had been about Ryou. He had seen him flying next to himself, not on bats wings, but angels. And there was no fear there... Bakura realized that that was what had stopped him hurting Ryou earlier. There had been no fear, just acceptance. The boy had been broken.
That was one vampire tradition that Bakura had no intention of doing. Some vampires 'broke' their slaves, so that they would do anything without complaint, up to and including letting their masters kill them. They had no choice in anything they did.
Some vampires liked this, Bakura found it repulsive, as did Malik and Otogi. That was one of the main reasons they had taken over, to stop it. Now anyone who did it was left in the sun for the day. If they survived, they were forgiven. The desire to get rid of breaking was what had compelled Bakura to join Malik and Otogi in the first place, and now Otogi was planning to break the entire human population.
But what could have broken Ryou? That, too, had been provided in the dream. He had seen things, watching as Ryou had been abused by his family, by the people at school, even by his own father. (2)
Bakura had heard that the chamber had been used millennia ago, when it was first built, to devise answers to problems that were troubling a village. He hadn't believed them, but now he did. Amazing really, what a good sleep can do. And now, how did he feel? Bakura moved his right arm across to his left, and felt along his wrist. There was a small ring of scar tissue on both sides, but the wrist was otherwise healed.
Bakura sat up, slowly. There was no pain, as he picked up the arrow and slipped off the stone slab into the knee high water. He through his shoes he could feel the stones that marked the edge of the path, and followed them to the stone door, which with his rejuvenated strength he was able to push open. He gave a last glance at the chamber before closing the massive stone door and flying up the tower, clenching the arrow in his fist. The last time he would ever see that hunter was with it impaled in the hunters chest.
But first he wanted to see how Ryou was. Now he understood the boy a bit more, he would be closer to solving the questions that seethed in his mind, not all of them were there before he had slept.
*****Ryous POV *****
Ryou stood on the large balcony, watching the two shapes fly off into the dark. Malik and Yami had gone off hunting, leaving their copies at their respective houses. Bakura hadn't woken up, and it was now nearly midnight, twenty-four hours since he had been hurt. Malik hadn't said anything, but Ryou knew he was worried. And so was Ryou. Although he had no idea why. After all, Bakura had abducted him, hit him, killed him and insulted him. How was he any different to anyone else?
And yet, he never felt truly hurt after Bakura did anything. And he had stopped himself hurting Ryou earlier. Why? No-one else did. And now he had found out Bakura had even gone after the man who had tried to him them. Well, that might be personal revenge, but Marik had said that if Bakura had wanted to kill Yami, Yami would be dead.
But why was he even thinking about Bakura? The vampire would probably tire of him, and let him go. Bakura wouldn't kill him, he knew that. But how long would Bakura let him hang around? Ryou sighed as he faced the reality.
He liked being around Bakura. Angry though the vampire was, he still treated Ryou kinder than many people. He had looked after him, and protected him. That was a thing that hadn't happened to Ryou in a long time.
That was why-
"Ryou." Ryou turned around, wrenched from his thoughts, and perversely glad he had been. He wasn't sure where they had been going, and didn't want to know.
"Bakura! You're okay!"
"I'm alright. Are you?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I was just wor- thinking that the hunter might have come back here."
"Oh. Well, he did, just he's sort of on our side now-"
"What?!"
"Sorry!" Ryou took a step backwards as he saw Bakuras wings begin to appear, a sign of frustration. Then Bakura seemed to relax and the wings disappeared again.
"Could you explain to me why? Maybe he just shot a crossbow bolt through my wrist by accident, and stabbing me was just innocent fun?" Bakuras voice dripped sarcasm.
"No-"
"Good. Can I still kill him?"
"No! He's being hunted now too."
"Oh, right, so it's all fine then? Right, we'll just throw a little get-together party then."
"Bakura..."
"What?"
"Please try and calm down, and I'll explain it to you. We'd better go inside, in case Yami comes back before I've finished explaining."
"I don't want to go inside."
"Then let's go somewhere else!"
"Fine." Bakura grabbed Ryous wrist and pulled them both off the balcony. Before they hit the ground, Bakura pulled Ryou to his chest and opened his wings, soaring upwards and inland, away from the distant lights of the city.
"Bakura..." Ryou said in a weak voice.
"Yes, Ryou?" Ryou looked at Bakura.
"....please don't do that?"
"Why? It's a good way to get airborne without having to waste energy flapping."
"It really, really, scares me."
"Hmph." They flew in silence for a while, until Bakura landed them on a cliff above a forest, the beach visible in the distance. There was a single, twisted tree on the grassy area on the top of the cliff, and Ryou sat down with his back to it, his legs still shaking. Bakura lay down in front of Ryou, motioning for him to do the same.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, so make yourself comfortable."
Ryou moved around to the side of Bakura, and lay down.
"Where do you want me to start?"
"What happened from when I passed out?"
"I haven't heard the whole story, but Malik and Yami talked. Yami has a double too, called Yugi."
"I know. How does this affect the fact he tried to kill me?"
"Because he was hired by this really powerful vampire-"
"Was he called Otogi?"
"No, I can't remember the name, but that wasn't it."
"Carry on."
Ryou explained the details to Bakura, being interrupted every few sentences. Eventually, when he had finished. Ryou rolled over and stared up at the sky. It was clear, as the city seemed to be enjoying a spate of nice weather after the storm, and the night was still very hot. Bakura lay there for a few minutes, thinking about what he had heard.
"So..." Bakura said.
"Yes?"
"Why can't I kill him again?"
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(1) That's how I like to sleep! It's really comfy, try it some time.
(2) I actually know someone who's been 'broken.' I won't tell any details, though, as I respect their privacy. It's a sad thing to see, but it's such a reward to see them come alive again after a while.
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Tell me what you think about the little (1) notes, I'll stop using them if you say so.
There we are, there will be fluffiness and/or maybe yaoi in the next chapter... depends how many reviews I get.... If I get heaps, there will be Bakura/Ryou lime time. If I get an alright amount, there will be fluffiness. If I get a sucky amount, or a flame, there will be nothing, just more plot being introduced. Yep, plot is being formed in my mind as we speak.... And the next few chapters will have lot of action in it, but it's up to you to decide which kind. ^_~
So, are you reviewing?
Angel Reaper: Yuppies, I know. Formatting is back to normal.
Homicidal-Invader: I know, I know!
Bakuraluva: Thank you! There will be a little bit of silliness, but I can't do too much or as Kira-Kura says, this will end up being a humor.
Crazytomboy1: Fluff, fluff, fluffiness! Here you go, I'm making this chapter a fluffy one as a sorry for not updating for so long. Stupid writers block.
Kira-Kura: Yuppies, I know! And it's the energy in your body that makes your heart beat or something... Ask my dad, he's a paramedic and he told me. Oh, wait, I live real far away from you....
Thanks to all the rest of my reviewers, I love getting reviews! Here's a vampire Bakura plushie, complete with folding out wings!
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Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Marik = Malik
Marik = Marik
*****Bakuras POV *****
Bakura slowly began to be aware of himself. Through the usual disorientation from being asleep for a long time, he tried to remember what happened. Images flashed through his mind, a chase, flying, a wooden and silver knife... And being hit.
The last thing he remembered was Malik kneeling above him, saying something, and then a white hot blindness. And now he woke up. Obviously he wasn't dead, he figured his afterlife was going to figure lots and lots of pain and men with horns, but he felt relatively comfortable.
So where was he? Bakura twitched his hand and felt it move against stone, polished smooth. Right, so he was lying on stone. What else? He could smell a sort of misty clean smell. So, he was probably in a large room, possibly outside. However, there was no wind. His ears, not to be left out, reported the sound of running water. And then he realized where he was.
Shit, he must have been badly hurt. No-one had used this chamber for decades. It was almost a holy place, if vampires had holy places. Well, if he woke up here, he was probably alright. Or nearly, at least. He opened his eyes into blackness and attempted to push himself up. At once agony shocked through his left arm and chest, and he lay back down, gasping.
Obviously I'm not quite healed yet. I wonder what the hell's up with my arm? Tentatively he reached his right arm over to his left, and then groped along from the elbow until he came to the wrist, where something was through his wrist.
"What the hell?" he whispered into the darkness. It felt wooden, and there was a ring of partly healed flesh around it. Then he remembered, that damn hunter had shot him in the wrist. And Malik, fool that he was, had left it in. Great, either he left it in there and had a crossbow bolt in the middle of his wrist for the rest of his life, or he pulled it out. And that was going to be no fun.
What has to be done... Bakura thought as he braced his left arm on the edge of the stone slab and pulled at the crossbow bolt as hard as he could with his right arm. The first try loosened it a little, but hurt like hell. Bakura rested for a second, until the pain had reduced a little bit, and then pulled at it again. It came out with a sickening sliding sound, and Bakura felt blood trickle along his left hands fingers and drip into the water below.
He was about to throw it aside, and then stopped. That would be like sacrilege. He lay it beside him and relaxed again, feeling the healing of his body and the magic in the air around him start to heal the wound.
*****Ryous POV *****
Ryou gasped and sat up with a start, absent mindedly checking his neck. He had had a dream where he was being attacked by vampires, and then was saved by Bakura. It was an alright dream, until Bakura decided to drink his blood again. He thought he had woken up, and was back in his own house again. Only when he went to the bathroom to try and wash his face to wake up properly, blood started pouring out of two points in his neck, filling his cupped hands as he tried to stop the flow. When he looked into the mirror, Bakuras face looked back at him, strangely sad. Then he woke up.
Having established that there was no mark, only the scar from when Bakura had first drank his blood, Ryou lay back down. But he couldn't get comfortable. He rolled onto his back, and lay with his arms outstretched (1). He still couldn't get comfortable. Eventually he stood up and tried to walk around the mattresses in the pitch black darkness, but tripped over and landed on top of somebody's legs.
"Mph?"
"Sorry, I just fell over." Ryou whispered.
"Mph." The person rolled over and went back to sleep. Ryou walked on until he found a wall, and walked around with his hand trailing along the edge of the stone wall, occasionally brushing against velvety wall hangings, until he reached the ridge of a door frame.
He open the door and walked outside. It was midday, so he shut the door firmly behind him. He was in a part of the castle he recognized from his earlier explorations, and he headed back to the tower where he had been with Bakura. He needed to get his jeans back, and look at that box. He heard the door open behind him and turned around to see Marik, looking slightly rumpled with his hair sticking up on one side of his head.
"Morning Ryou." Marik said, and yawned.
"Morning."
"What are you doing up?"
"I need to go and find my jeans." Marik looked down at Ryou and grinned, making Ryou blush.
"And just why did you have your pants off anyway? No, you don't have to answer that. Are you hungry? I'm going to go get some food. Bakura keeps human food in his house, for when I visit."
Ryou suddenly realized he hadn't eaten for nearly two days. His stomach rumbled and he smiled, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment.
"I guess you are. I'll show you the kitchen, and then you can go and get your jeans."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. This way."
*****Bakuras POV, the next night. *****
Bakura opened his eyes again, still in the pitch blackness. He had been having dreams so real, that he was surprised to wake up. But then the chamber had been said to do that, sometimes to the point of making people believe this world wasn't real, and occasionally it stole your mind away. That was why no-one used it. He must have been so badly hurt that it was his only chance.
What the chamber did was to completely isolate you from anything outside. Any other magic in the area outside the chamber would no longer work, even life auras couldn't be sensed. Nothing could interfere with a vampires healing process.
Bakura lay there, thinking. The dreams had been about Ryou. He had seen him flying next to himself, not on bats wings, but angels. And there was no fear there... Bakura realized that that was what had stopped him hurting Ryou earlier. There had been no fear, just acceptance. The boy had been broken.
That was one vampire tradition that Bakura had no intention of doing. Some vampires 'broke' their slaves, so that they would do anything without complaint, up to and including letting their masters kill them. They had no choice in anything they did.
Some vampires liked this, Bakura found it repulsive, as did Malik and Otogi. That was one of the main reasons they had taken over, to stop it. Now anyone who did it was left in the sun for the day. If they survived, they were forgiven. The desire to get rid of breaking was what had compelled Bakura to join Malik and Otogi in the first place, and now Otogi was planning to break the entire human population.
But what could have broken Ryou? That, too, had been provided in the dream. He had seen things, watching as Ryou had been abused by his family, by the people at school, even by his own father. (2)
Bakura had heard that the chamber had been used millennia ago, when it was first built, to devise answers to problems that were troubling a village. He hadn't believed them, but now he did. Amazing really, what a good sleep can do. And now, how did he feel? Bakura moved his right arm across to his left, and felt along his wrist. There was a small ring of scar tissue on both sides, but the wrist was otherwise healed.
Bakura sat up, slowly. There was no pain, as he picked up the arrow and slipped off the stone slab into the knee high water. He through his shoes he could feel the stones that marked the edge of the path, and followed them to the stone door, which with his rejuvenated strength he was able to push open. He gave a last glance at the chamber before closing the massive stone door and flying up the tower, clenching the arrow in his fist. The last time he would ever see that hunter was with it impaled in the hunters chest.
But first he wanted to see how Ryou was. Now he understood the boy a bit more, he would be closer to solving the questions that seethed in his mind, not all of them were there before he had slept.
*****Ryous POV *****
Ryou stood on the large balcony, watching the two shapes fly off into the dark. Malik and Yami had gone off hunting, leaving their copies at their respective houses. Bakura hadn't woken up, and it was now nearly midnight, twenty-four hours since he had been hurt. Malik hadn't said anything, but Ryou knew he was worried. And so was Ryou. Although he had no idea why. After all, Bakura had abducted him, hit him, killed him and insulted him. How was he any different to anyone else?
And yet, he never felt truly hurt after Bakura did anything. And he had stopped himself hurting Ryou earlier. Why? No-one else did. And now he had found out Bakura had even gone after the man who had tried to him them. Well, that might be personal revenge, but Marik had said that if Bakura had wanted to kill Yami, Yami would be dead.
But why was he even thinking about Bakura? The vampire would probably tire of him, and let him go. Bakura wouldn't kill him, he knew that. But how long would Bakura let him hang around? Ryou sighed as he faced the reality.
He liked being around Bakura. Angry though the vampire was, he still treated Ryou kinder than many people. He had looked after him, and protected him. That was a thing that hadn't happened to Ryou in a long time.
That was why-
"Ryou." Ryou turned around, wrenched from his thoughts, and perversely glad he had been. He wasn't sure where they had been going, and didn't want to know.
"Bakura! You're okay!"
"I'm alright. Are you?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I was just wor- thinking that the hunter might have come back here."
"Oh. Well, he did, just he's sort of on our side now-"
"What?!"
"Sorry!" Ryou took a step backwards as he saw Bakuras wings begin to appear, a sign of frustration. Then Bakura seemed to relax and the wings disappeared again.
"Could you explain to me why? Maybe he just shot a crossbow bolt through my wrist by accident, and stabbing me was just innocent fun?" Bakuras voice dripped sarcasm.
"No-"
"Good. Can I still kill him?"
"No! He's being hunted now too."
"Oh, right, so it's all fine then? Right, we'll just throw a little get-together party then."
"Bakura..."
"What?"
"Please try and calm down, and I'll explain it to you. We'd better go inside, in case Yami comes back before I've finished explaining."
"I don't want to go inside."
"Then let's go somewhere else!"
"Fine." Bakura grabbed Ryous wrist and pulled them both off the balcony. Before they hit the ground, Bakura pulled Ryou to his chest and opened his wings, soaring upwards and inland, away from the distant lights of the city.
"Bakura..." Ryou said in a weak voice.
"Yes, Ryou?" Ryou looked at Bakura.
"....please don't do that?"
"Why? It's a good way to get airborne without having to waste energy flapping."
"It really, really, scares me."
"Hmph." They flew in silence for a while, until Bakura landed them on a cliff above a forest, the beach visible in the distance. There was a single, twisted tree on the grassy area on the top of the cliff, and Ryou sat down with his back to it, his legs still shaking. Bakura lay down in front of Ryou, motioning for him to do the same.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, so make yourself comfortable."
Ryou moved around to the side of Bakura, and lay down.
"Where do you want me to start?"
"What happened from when I passed out?"
"I haven't heard the whole story, but Malik and Yami talked. Yami has a double too, called Yugi."
"I know. How does this affect the fact he tried to kill me?"
"Because he was hired by this really powerful vampire-"
"Was he called Otogi?"
"No, I can't remember the name, but that wasn't it."
"Carry on."
Ryou explained the details to Bakura, being interrupted every few sentences. Eventually, when he had finished. Ryou rolled over and stared up at the sky. It was clear, as the city seemed to be enjoying a spate of nice weather after the storm, and the night was still very hot. Bakura lay there for a few minutes, thinking about what he had heard.
"So..." Bakura said.
"Yes?"
"Why can't I kill him again?"
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(1) That's how I like to sleep! It's really comfy, try it some time.
(2) I actually know someone who's been 'broken.' I won't tell any details, though, as I respect their privacy. It's a sad thing to see, but it's such a reward to see them come alive again after a while.
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Tell me what you think about the little (1) notes, I'll stop using them if you say so.
There we are, there will be fluffiness and/or maybe yaoi in the next chapter... depends how many reviews I get.... If I get heaps, there will be Bakura/Ryou lime time. If I get an alright amount, there will be fluffiness. If I get a sucky amount, or a flame, there will be nothing, just more plot being introduced. Yep, plot is being formed in my mind as we speak.... And the next few chapters will have lot of action in it, but it's up to you to decide which kind. ^_~
So, are you reviewing?