Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, that's owned by a Japanese guy. I am tall, white skinned, big chested (Much to my annoyance) and blond. Do I look either like a guy or Japanese? I sincerely hope not.
Oooo, lotsa reviews! Six already, and I just put this up yesterday. We'll see how long it takes me to write the beginning, and if I get four more votes in the next few days, there will be lime! Rejoice, peoples! As it is, you have already earned fluff. Feel proud!
Angel Reaper: Oh yeah, chocolate rules! I prefer mints, though. In fact, I usually eat them while writing, but my sister's stolen them. Damn. Oh well, she promised to buy me more!
Aurora of the Moon: We'll see, be patient. You have no idea how hard it is for me to write lime... it takes me days.
Smarty1: Thankies!
Liviania: ....if you say so....
Bakuraluva: I love the chant! That's going on my profile, don't worry, I'll credit it too you. For anyone else who's actually reading this, here it is!
We want fluff, we want lime!
We want fluff, all the time!
(Me again) I love it!
Crazytomboy1: A Y/YY lime... Hmm, we'll have to see. I don't like writing yaoi with Yugi in it, but those two do fit together so well. We'll see! For my 100th to 105th reviewers, I will let you vote on a lime of your choice out of B/R, M/M or YY/Y. So, keep those reviews coming!
Yami Hugglepuff: Dat's my quote! I got it on my bio, see!? And my muses have run away... someone go capture Marik and Malik-chan, please?
And girl, control your yami!
Shorty: I know!
Selene: Hehehe, we shall go after her make-up collection next... Run Anzu, run! You will never escape....
Hikari-neko: Keep reading!
Chameleon: Thanks for the idea, even though it confused me a bit, I think I worked out what you ment! I will take it on board.
Liviania: Another review! This one made a bit more sense... And I will keep up with the notes.
Sarah: There will be fluff, and Lime!
Yes, people, I have now got the grand total of 14 reviews for this chapter! That *definitely* deserves a lime! Feel happy peoples, for in not this chapter but the next, there will be lime between Bakura and Ryou! Sorry about it being next chapter, and that we be a while coming as limes take me a while. This chapter is mainly to let you know, thank-you for all the reviews, and the lime is being worked on as we speak! By the way, do you think I should do it from Bakuras POV or Ryous?
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***** Bakuras POV *****
Bakura rolled over and lay with his back on the grass, grinning after hearing Ryou exasperated sigh.
"Bakura, were you listening? Someone's trying to kill him too."
"Yeah, me."
"No! someone else!"
"You?"
"No! I wouldn't do that! I'm talking about the guy the was hiring him to try and kill us. He doesn't like the doubles for some reason, Yami doesn't know why."
Bakura heard Ryou turn over and lie on his back next to Bakura. He turned his head slightly and looked over at Ryou. Ryou had his eyes closed and the moonlight was falling onto his face, making it as white as the moon and stars above. Beautiful... Bakura turned his head away as soon as he realized what he had thought.
He's a mortal. He wouldn't even live as long as me, and he'll want to leave. And now I know him, I can't stop him. The last thing he needs is another person being cruel to him. Even if he's gone, I'll keep an eye on him. And I'll pay a visit to his father.... I'll make sure he can heal again.
"Bakura?" Bakura looked over at Ryou, who had his eyes open and was looking at him.
"Yes?"
"Aren't you hot? You've got a cloak on, and I'm boiling in just jeans and a t-shirt."
"I'm never warm, unless the air around me is. I don't generate heat."
"Is that why the club was so hot?"
"Yes. Although tonight is pleasantly warm. The clock is more for show than anything else. I'm a sucker for the old traditions, no pun intended."
Ryou smiled and looked back up into the sky.
"Do you always feel cold?"
"All the time. See?" Bakura reached over and put his hand on Ryous arm.
"That isn't that cold."
"That's because it's a warm night." Bakura moved his hand away, feeling his palm tingle. He mentally shook himself, denying the ideas that had occurred to him during the sleep. Which led to another thing that he had to tell Ryou. Not about his feelings, he still wanted to try and ignore them, in the hopes that they would go away. Nothing is worse than liking someone who will never like you back.
"Ryou, during the time I spent in the chamber, I saw a lot of things. In my dreams, I saw you, and what I presume is your past. I didn't know-"
"What did you see?" Ryou looked over at Bakura, eyes wide with fear. Bakura puzzled why, and then remembered something he had seen.
"I... I saw those boys, Ryou. And what they did. And I swear, if I ever meet them, they won't last five seconds."
"Don't tell anyone!" Ryou sat up, and Bakura sat up and regarded Ryou with surprise.
"Why?"
"Don't tell anyone!"
"I won't. Why?"
"They'll think I'm weak, and dirty. Like you do!" Ryou stood up and walked away, standing on the other side of the tree to Bakura.
Great, now I finally start getting somewhere with him, and then I open my mouth. Well, at least he knows I know. Bakura stood up and walked next to Ryou, who has his arms crossed and was looking out towards the city. Bakura stood just close enough for their arms to touch, so Ryou knew he was there. He had startle plenty of people to know how unwittingly silent he could be. Or at least, that's what he told himself.
Bakura looked at Ryou and noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. Usually tears only made him laugh, but this time he felt strangely saddened himself. He stood next to Ryou for a while, just looking out and wondering what to do. He certainly hadn't had much experience comforting people. Even the brief touch of Ryous skin on his arm was raising feelings in him, and he wanted to draw away and compose himself. Unfortunately, he didn't want Ryou to think he did think he was 'dirty' and stayed where he was, suppressing the emotions as well as he could.
Even though he had known the boy for such a short time, thanks to the chamber he knew so much about him. What it looked like when he smiled, how he liked to read books to try and forget the world around him, how he loved listening to angry music, so different to his calm personality.
And Bakura started to find in his dreams that he liked Ryou more and more, the more he found out about him. Sweet, yes, but not innocent. Meek, but he could fight when threatened. Sad inside, and yet when it came to his few friends, he had a shy, funny sense of humor. In Bakuras mind, he was as close to perfect as he had seen.
However, nothing could change the fact that he was almost the exact opposite to him. And whoever said opposites attract should be bought before a psychiatrist for clinical madness. (1)
Tears were still running down Ryous cheeks, stained silver by the moonlight. Bakura, without thinking, wiped away one of them. Instead of flinching away, as Bakura thought Ryou would, Ryou leaned into it. The touch became almost a caress, until Ryou turned his head away again and looked back out to the shore.
"Bakura...."
"Yes?"
Ryou hesitated. "Don't worry." Bakura felt what hope twinge in his chest. What had Ryou been about to say? Had it been a complaint, or something else? Was it possible that he had been about to say... Bakura mentally shook himself. It wasn't going to happen. And anyway, look at the mighty Bakura, one of the most feared vampires alive, now feeling as if he was balancing on a cliff with only Ryou holding him from falling? Look how the mighty have fallen.
It really was a warm night, Bakura almost felt as if he was alive again. The living never realized the privileges of being alive. Like being warm. Bakura looked out across the sea towards the city, and tried to figure out what Ryou was thinking.
"Ryou, will anyone be looking for you?" Ryou looked up, startled.
"Probably not. My father might have noticed I'm gone by now, but I doubt it."
"I'm sorry I bought up the thing that happened. I won't tell anyone. And I don't think you're dirty, or weak. To have held on and not committed suicide with all the things that have happened to you is stronger than many vampires I know."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Bakura saw Ryou turn and look at him.
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes. I don't lie."
"Thank you, Bakura."
"No problem. Do you want to go and sit down again? I still don't understand the whole copy thing. Will everyone have one?"
"I don't know. And okay, I don't like hights anyway." Ryou walked back to the grassy area and wiped the tears off his face on his arm. Bakura took his cape off and spread it on the ground, and they sat on it. To say Bakura was surprised how he was acting is an understatement.
"Move over Bakura, there's not much room."
"Lie down then." Said Bakura, following his own advice. There was just enough room, although their feet were off the cape nee blanket. Ryou lay on his back, looking up at the stars once again. It was like nothing had just happened, but Bakura knew something had. Whether it was good or bad, he couldn't tell.
Bakura just lay there, looking at Ryou. Their arms and thighs were touching, and Bakura felt warmth traveling up his leg. He was trying very hard to control the emotions rushing through him. And not know whether Ryou liked him was driving him half insane. He had to know...
"Ryou?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you a question? And I want you to tell the truth."
"Okay."
"Ryou, After I spent time in the chamber, I feel like I've come to know you through my dreams like I would if I'd known you for months. And I like what I know. I know you're going to say no, but I have to know. Do you feel anything for me, Ryou? Anything?"
Ryou turned towards him, eyes wide in surprise. "Bakura..."
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CLIFFY! MUAHAHAHA! I'm evil.... You already know the answer though, so it's not that bad a cliffy. You know, this lime is giving me real trouble. I know the only way to get over my lime-writing phobia is to write them, but this is going to take me a while, peoples. Check back in a few days. One baby step at a time, one baby step....
ARRRGGGG! The damn fucking formatting ('Scuse my french) has gone haywire again! This chapter might have gone weird again. Sorry peoples.
Oooo, lotsa reviews! Six already, and I just put this up yesterday. We'll see how long it takes me to write the beginning, and if I get four more votes in the next few days, there will be lime! Rejoice, peoples! As it is, you have already earned fluff. Feel proud!
Angel Reaper: Oh yeah, chocolate rules! I prefer mints, though. In fact, I usually eat them while writing, but my sister's stolen them. Damn. Oh well, she promised to buy me more!
Aurora of the Moon: We'll see, be patient. You have no idea how hard it is for me to write lime... it takes me days.
Smarty1: Thankies!
Liviania: ....if you say so....
Bakuraluva: I love the chant! That's going on my profile, don't worry, I'll credit it too you. For anyone else who's actually reading this, here it is!
We want fluff, we want lime!
We want fluff, all the time!
(Me again) I love it!
Crazytomboy1: A Y/YY lime... Hmm, we'll have to see. I don't like writing yaoi with Yugi in it, but those two do fit together so well. We'll see! For my 100th to 105th reviewers, I will let you vote on a lime of your choice out of B/R, M/M or YY/Y. So, keep those reviews coming!
Yami Hugglepuff: Dat's my quote! I got it on my bio, see!? And my muses have run away... someone go capture Marik and Malik-chan, please?
And girl, control your yami!
Shorty: I know!
Selene: Hehehe, we shall go after her make-up collection next... Run Anzu, run! You will never escape....
Hikari-neko: Keep reading!
Chameleon: Thanks for the idea, even though it confused me a bit, I think I worked out what you ment! I will take it on board.
Liviania: Another review! This one made a bit more sense... And I will keep up with the notes.
Sarah: There will be fluff, and Lime!
Yes, people, I have now got the grand total of 14 reviews for this chapter! That *definitely* deserves a lime! Feel happy peoples, for in not this chapter but the next, there will be lime between Bakura and Ryou! Sorry about it being next chapter, and that we be a while coming as limes take me a while. This chapter is mainly to let you know, thank-you for all the reviews, and the lime is being worked on as we speak! By the way, do you think I should do it from Bakuras POV or Ryous?
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***** Bakuras POV *****
Bakura rolled over and lay with his back on the grass, grinning after hearing Ryou exasperated sigh.
"Bakura, were you listening? Someone's trying to kill him too."
"Yeah, me."
"No! someone else!"
"You?"
"No! I wouldn't do that! I'm talking about the guy the was hiring him to try and kill us. He doesn't like the doubles for some reason, Yami doesn't know why."
Bakura heard Ryou turn over and lie on his back next to Bakura. He turned his head slightly and looked over at Ryou. Ryou had his eyes closed and the moonlight was falling onto his face, making it as white as the moon and stars above. Beautiful... Bakura turned his head away as soon as he realized what he had thought.
He's a mortal. He wouldn't even live as long as me, and he'll want to leave. And now I know him, I can't stop him. The last thing he needs is another person being cruel to him. Even if he's gone, I'll keep an eye on him. And I'll pay a visit to his father.... I'll make sure he can heal again.
"Bakura?" Bakura looked over at Ryou, who had his eyes open and was looking at him.
"Yes?"
"Aren't you hot? You've got a cloak on, and I'm boiling in just jeans and a t-shirt."
"I'm never warm, unless the air around me is. I don't generate heat."
"Is that why the club was so hot?"
"Yes. Although tonight is pleasantly warm. The clock is more for show than anything else. I'm a sucker for the old traditions, no pun intended."
Ryou smiled and looked back up into the sky.
"Do you always feel cold?"
"All the time. See?" Bakura reached over and put his hand on Ryous arm.
"That isn't that cold."
"That's because it's a warm night." Bakura moved his hand away, feeling his palm tingle. He mentally shook himself, denying the ideas that had occurred to him during the sleep. Which led to another thing that he had to tell Ryou. Not about his feelings, he still wanted to try and ignore them, in the hopes that they would go away. Nothing is worse than liking someone who will never like you back.
"Ryou, during the time I spent in the chamber, I saw a lot of things. In my dreams, I saw you, and what I presume is your past. I didn't know-"
"What did you see?" Ryou looked over at Bakura, eyes wide with fear. Bakura puzzled why, and then remembered something he had seen.
"I... I saw those boys, Ryou. And what they did. And I swear, if I ever meet them, they won't last five seconds."
"Don't tell anyone!" Ryou sat up, and Bakura sat up and regarded Ryou with surprise.
"Why?"
"Don't tell anyone!"
"I won't. Why?"
"They'll think I'm weak, and dirty. Like you do!" Ryou stood up and walked away, standing on the other side of the tree to Bakura.
Great, now I finally start getting somewhere with him, and then I open my mouth. Well, at least he knows I know. Bakura stood up and walked next to Ryou, who has his arms crossed and was looking out towards the city. Bakura stood just close enough for their arms to touch, so Ryou knew he was there. He had startle plenty of people to know how unwittingly silent he could be. Or at least, that's what he told himself.
Bakura looked at Ryou and noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. Usually tears only made him laugh, but this time he felt strangely saddened himself. He stood next to Ryou for a while, just looking out and wondering what to do. He certainly hadn't had much experience comforting people. Even the brief touch of Ryous skin on his arm was raising feelings in him, and he wanted to draw away and compose himself. Unfortunately, he didn't want Ryou to think he did think he was 'dirty' and stayed where he was, suppressing the emotions as well as he could.
Even though he had known the boy for such a short time, thanks to the chamber he knew so much about him. What it looked like when he smiled, how he liked to read books to try and forget the world around him, how he loved listening to angry music, so different to his calm personality.
And Bakura started to find in his dreams that he liked Ryou more and more, the more he found out about him. Sweet, yes, but not innocent. Meek, but he could fight when threatened. Sad inside, and yet when it came to his few friends, he had a shy, funny sense of humor. In Bakuras mind, he was as close to perfect as he had seen.
However, nothing could change the fact that he was almost the exact opposite to him. And whoever said opposites attract should be bought before a psychiatrist for clinical madness. (1)
Tears were still running down Ryous cheeks, stained silver by the moonlight. Bakura, without thinking, wiped away one of them. Instead of flinching away, as Bakura thought Ryou would, Ryou leaned into it. The touch became almost a caress, until Ryou turned his head away again and looked back out to the shore.
"Bakura...."
"Yes?"
Ryou hesitated. "Don't worry." Bakura felt what hope twinge in his chest. What had Ryou been about to say? Had it been a complaint, or something else? Was it possible that he had been about to say... Bakura mentally shook himself. It wasn't going to happen. And anyway, look at the mighty Bakura, one of the most feared vampires alive, now feeling as if he was balancing on a cliff with only Ryou holding him from falling? Look how the mighty have fallen.
It really was a warm night, Bakura almost felt as if he was alive again. The living never realized the privileges of being alive. Like being warm. Bakura looked out across the sea towards the city, and tried to figure out what Ryou was thinking.
"Ryou, will anyone be looking for you?" Ryou looked up, startled.
"Probably not. My father might have noticed I'm gone by now, but I doubt it."
"I'm sorry I bought up the thing that happened. I won't tell anyone. And I don't think you're dirty, or weak. To have held on and not committed suicide with all the things that have happened to you is stronger than many vampires I know."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Bakura saw Ryou turn and look at him.
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes. I don't lie."
"Thank you, Bakura."
"No problem. Do you want to go and sit down again? I still don't understand the whole copy thing. Will everyone have one?"
"I don't know. And okay, I don't like hights anyway." Ryou walked back to the grassy area and wiped the tears off his face on his arm. Bakura took his cape off and spread it on the ground, and they sat on it. To say Bakura was surprised how he was acting is an understatement.
"Move over Bakura, there's not much room."
"Lie down then." Said Bakura, following his own advice. There was just enough room, although their feet were off the cape nee blanket. Ryou lay on his back, looking up at the stars once again. It was like nothing had just happened, but Bakura knew something had. Whether it was good or bad, he couldn't tell.
Bakura just lay there, looking at Ryou. Their arms and thighs were touching, and Bakura felt warmth traveling up his leg. He was trying very hard to control the emotions rushing through him. And not know whether Ryou liked him was driving him half insane. He had to know...
"Ryou?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you a question? And I want you to tell the truth."
"Okay."
"Ryou, After I spent time in the chamber, I feel like I've come to know you through my dreams like I would if I'd known you for months. And I like what I know. I know you're going to say no, but I have to know. Do you feel anything for me, Ryou? Anything?"
Ryou turned towards him, eyes wide in surprise. "Bakura..."
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CLIFFY! MUAHAHAHA! I'm evil.... You already know the answer though, so it's not that bad a cliffy. You know, this lime is giving me real trouble. I know the only way to get over my lime-writing phobia is to write them, but this is going to take me a while, peoples. Check back in a few days. One baby step at a time, one baby step....
ARRRGGGG! The damn fucking formatting ('Scuse my french) has gone haywire again! This chapter might have gone weird again. Sorry peoples.