"All I Wanted", By Ryoubakurafan013
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, so don't sue me for writing this. All characters involved belong to Kazuki Takehashi.
Warnings: At first, there's only shonen-ai, but it will get more graphic and sexual in later chapters, and there will be some non-consensual sex as well as consensual. There will also be heavy swearing from time to time, and other minor things that could get me kicked off this site if I'm not careful.
Pairings: For now, I'll say Ryou/Bakura. This is a yaoi-only fic; so don't hope for any het, as I'm horrible at that as it is.
Chapter One
Ten-year-old Ryou Bakura sat on the windowsill, excitedly awaiting his father's return from another one of his excavation digs. This one in particular had been many miles away from the young boy's home in Domino City, Japan. It had taken place in Egypt, in a city called "Memphis", where Ryou's father had said that kings called "pharaohs" had lived thousands of years ago.
Ryou had been eager to learn more about these ancient kings since his first introduction to them, shortly after his ninth birthday. Hóru Bakura had sat down on his son's bed, with Ryou on his knee, and told him stories about the rulers of the Imhotep dynasty; about how they lived, ruled, and were buried. The whole mummification process seemed a bit gruesome to the young silver-haired child, but the things his father told him about the gods that Egyptians worshipped back then thrilled and fascinated him. The elder Bakura had smiled at his son's excitement, and promised to bring him a special souvenir from one of the shops in or around Cairo, the Egyptian capitol. For this reason, as well as the fact that he had missed his father greatly during his year or so of absence, Ryou jumped up from his perch and bounded to the front door when a white car pulled into his driveway.
"Daddy!" little Ryou exclaimed happily, running to his father, who had just gotten out of the car.
Hóru caught his son in his arms and hugged him tightly, lifting him into the air. "Ryou! I'm so happy to see you, my son!" He then set his son down on the pavement, and reached inside the car for something. "Ryou, I brought you something, just like I promised you." His father produced a box from the passenger's seat, and held it out to Ryou.
The silver-haired boy timidly reached up and took the package from Hóru, and undid the string that held it closed. Taking off the lid and reaching inside to pull away the tissue paper, the young one's eyes widened at what he saw.
"Wow, Daddy. This is really for me?" he asked, gazing in awe at the golden object inside the box. Ryou's father grinned and nodded. "What is it Daddy? Where's you find it?" the boy questioned, beaming up at Hóru.
"I found this at a bazaar near Cairo, on my way to the airport yesterday. The man who sold it to me said it had something to do with these 'Duel Monsters' that you seem to like so well. It' called the 'Millennium Ring' and is from ancient Egypt. I thought you might like it, Ryou."
"I love it! Oh thank you, Daddy, thank you!" Ryou stood and reached up, waiting for his father to pick him up into another hug. Hóru bent down, and his son immediately attached his arms to his father's neck, Ring forgotten for the moment. "I'm glad you're home, Daddy."
"And I'm glad you were here waiting for me. Did your Uncle Azukáru take good care of you, as usual?" Hóru asked, hoisting his son into his arms and carrying him into the Bakura residence.
"Yes he did." Ryou cupped his hands around his mouth to serve as an amplifier of sorts, and hollered, "Uncle Azu, Daddy's home!"
"Hóru! Brother, how are you?" Azukáru asked, jumping up from the kitchen table to greet his older brother with outstretched arms. The older set Ryou down on a couch and accepted his younger brother's gesture of welcome with a big hug. "Ryou was a very good boy while you were away."
"I'm glad of it." Hóru looked over to the silver-haired child, who yawned sleepily. "Ryou, it's after 10:00, way past your bedtime. Let's get you to sleep, alright?"
Ryou yawned again and nodded his head. His father took him by the hand and led him to his room. "Daddy, will you tell me a story before I go to sleep?" the child asked hopefully, as his father searched through a drawer for some pajamas.
"Yes, I'll start a rather long one that my colleagues and I translated from some hieroglyphs that we discovered in Memphis," Hóru told the boy, pulling out a pair of silky, light-blue pajama pants with the Japanese characters for "keppakú-na" written all over them in silver. He tossed them over his shoulder, then searched through another drawer for a shirt. "A long time ago, nearly 5,000 years, there lived a great pharaoh named 'Yami'."
"Yami, as in 'darkness'?" Ryou asked, slipping out of his jeans and underwear, then pulling the pajama bottoms on.
"Yes. He also had a nickname: Yugioh, which means..."
"King of games," Ryou finished, pulling off his sweatshirt, just in time to catch the shirt that matched his pants, only it had one set of characters in the center of the chest area, instead of being covered in many sets. "Why was that his nickname, Daddy?" the young one asked, slipping the pajama top over his head.
"Because he loved to play all kinds of games, and he never lost one. And his favorite game had a lot to do with your 'dueling monsters' that you've come to love. But those were called 'Shadow Games'; unlike the name they are given today. And they weren't in the form of playing cards either. The monsters were real." Hóru sat on the edge of Ryou's bed, and his son crawled under the comforter and sheets. "The games were played for control of power. Whoever lost against Yami had to play a penalty game with him. This usually meant some sort of death, although they didn't call it death. It was sort of like your very soul was stolen from your body, and sent to this vast nothingness, called the 'Shadow Realm'." Ryou's father realized that his son's eyes were drooping, and he was nearly asleep. He didn't want to cause the child nightmares, so he kissed his forehead, and said, "Goodnight, Ryou. Sleep well."
"G'night, Daddy." And with that, Ryou settled down, and was soon asleep. Hóru stood from the bed, tucked the comforter up to his son's ears, and turned off the light. He walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door in the process.
"Azukáru, what are you doing?" Hóru asked, running to the front door to help his younger brother, who had five suitcases piled in his arms.
"Just trying to help you, brother. You must be exhausted from your long flight. Let me carry all your stuff inside, while you rest. There's some hot chocolate on the stove that Ryou and I made, or there's iced tea in the refrigerator, or I can make you some lemonade or hot tea, or maybe coffee. Would you like anything to eat?" Azukáru asked, setting the pile down on the floor by his brother's room.
Hóru sighed. It had been a rather long and tiresome flight, and he could never sleep on planes. "Cocoa's fine, I guess. Oh, make sure you get the Ring. Ryou left it outside on the pavement. Just put it on his bedside table." He walked to the living room, and sat in the recliner, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Once outside, Azukáru picked up the box that contained the Millennium Ring, and peered inside of it. "Hmm, interesting," he said to himself as he carried it into the house. Ryou's uncle opened the door to his nephew's room, and deposited the Ring onto the table as he had been instructed, and closed the door again.
Meanwhile, somewhere in a realm of complete darkness, the spirit of a silver-haired fiend had awakened upon sensing his other half for the first time ever. He grinned maliciously, narrowing his eyes, appearing to be the perfect picture of evil. (After nearly five thousand long years, I shall once again be free!!) His morbid laughter echoed throughout the darkness.
"Huh?" Ryou woke suddenly. He had just experienced a horrifying dream about someone who looked exactly like him, only slightly older and more sinister- looking than he. In it, the young boy that resembled himself had been running away from something, which apparently only he could see, and he looked absolutely terrified. Then, it had flashed to another time in this person's life, where he was meeting a young blonde Egyptian boy. And finally, there was another flash, and Ryou had seen this person as a young man, who was in some kind of Pharaoh's tomb. He saw the man take his Millennium Ring from the tomb, and there was another flash of light, and he was gone, and the Ring made a metallic "clang" as it crashed to the floor of the crypt.
"Glad it was only a dream," the young one murmured, closing his eyes and preparing to drift off to sleep once more. But this did not happen, for he kept wondering whom this boy in his dream was. This doppelganger of himself had seemed kind of... sad, like he had no one to love him. "Like me," Ryou said quietly.
Sure, he had his father, but he was rarely even there. And he had his uncle, but he didn't give him the kind of love he so desperately longed for. The young boy could not understand what type of love he wanted... no, needed to have... He just knew that he had to have it. And maybe that dream had shown him this look-alike for a reason. Maybe this person was real, and just waiting for Ryou. "I hope I'll find him. He looks like he needs someone, just like I do..."
(Hikari...) a voice whispered, barely audibly, in Ryou's head. He trembled, unable to comprehend where the sound was coming from. (Hikari...) it said again, a little louder this time. (Hikari... hikari... hikari...)
"Where are you?" Ryou whispered, afraid that the voice might be that of a thief. Indeed it was, but this fiend's intention was not to steal anything at the moment, but to make his presence known to the young silver-haired child. "W-who are you?"
"I am your other half, your dark side I suppose," said the voice, with an English accent so much like Ryou's, yet it also had a harshness to it, making the person sound rather cruel. Ryou's heart leapt into his throat when a bright flash of light appeared from his bedside table, and he sat up on his knees to get a better look. The light shone from the Millennium Ring, and he picked it up, only to let it drop to the floor when he realized that it was extremely hot.
"Ouch!" he cried, blowing on his hands to try and rid them of the burning sensation. He continually stared at the Ring, apparently waiting for something to happen. And something did happen right then and there, that the boy would never forget for the rest of his life.
The white light diminished slowly, until it was only a faint glow. Then the voice in Ryou's head spoke once again. "I am Bakura, the spirit of this Millennium Item." Ryou watched, paralyzed, as first a head rose out of the Ring, followed by a neck, shoulders, arms and chest, middle, hips, legs, and finally feet; there stood the young man from his dream.
Bakura's long, silver hair was wildly waving, as if there was a strong wind, and his face was set in a sort of smirk. His arms were folded across his chest, and the young one could see his sinewy muscles all over his body, for the man wore absolutely nothing. Ryou's gaze traveled downwards, then back up, and he noticed that this man's body was very different from his. Though his skin was the same pale color, his face looked almost identical, and he had the same silvery-white hair and dark brown eyes, the younger could tell that there were also some major differences between the two of them. Such as the other's more muscular body, longer hair, meaner facial expression, not to mention that he was much taller, and what seemed so foreign to the boy, his much longer penis.
"B-bakura?" Ryou asked quietly, afraid to even speak.
The spirit narrowed his eyes. "What is it that you want, mortal?" he hissed.
"A-are you... real?" the young boy asked, reaching out to touch the spirit, looking into his mahogany eyes with his own chocolate ones. Bakura raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Ryou laid a small hand flat on the fiend's chest, and realized that he was indeed real. "Wow," was all that he said, not daring to move, as if the young man in front of him would vanish at any moment.
Rolling his eyes, Bakura sighed and asked, "Satisfied?" Ryou nodded his head, and a small smile crept to the fiend's features. But it was quickly replaced with a frown when the boy whimpered slightly. "What's wrong, hikari?"
"It's just that..." Ryou didn't finish.
"What is it?!" Bakura asked, patience wearing thin, not entirely because of Ryou, but because his energy level wasn't that great. He had used a lot of shadow magic to leave the Ring, since it had been the first time ever.
"I'm scared, Bakura."
The fiend shook his head. "Scared of what, hikari?"
"Y-you..." Ryou shivered.
Bakura snorted. "Me? What makes you scared of me?"
"Well... you look a lot like me, but you're also very different," Ryou admitted, diverting his eyes elsewhere.
A moment of silence followed, while Bakura followed Ryou's gaze, and then realized the problem. He laughed softly. "So, because my body is more mature than yours, you're scared of me? Well, I suppose I was the same way at your age, Ryou."
"H-how do y-you know my n-name?" the younger asked, finally taking his hand away from Bakura's chest and backing away slightly.
The silver-haired fiend chuckled. "Gods, Ryou, I know all about you. The Shadow Realm hasn't been a total bore over the last ten years; I know all about you. I know what you know, want, need, enjoy, hate, etcetera..." Ryou didn't respond to that, just looked into the other's eyes again.
*****Bakura's POV*****
Wow... I didn't expect him to be this beautiful... He's only ten years old, but gods is he gorgeous! Is this what I looked like when I was his age? Well then, it's no wonder I was raped so many times in my life... If we were in my ancient Egyptian homeland, I could take him as my slave, no problem. But... times have changed... And I must not taint his innocence... I am, after all, his protector... I just can't take him like everyone was accustomed to back then...
"Ryou... hikari, I won't hurt you." I take him into my arms as I sit down on his bed. My little light simply nods, and snuggles his head onto my lap. I stroke his silky hair with one hand, reaching with the other to cradle him. He wants love... I shall love him. It won't be hard to do, love-wise anyway, because I am already in love with this child, but... If I show my love for him the way I want to, I'm afraid I'll taint him... I must wait... "Is there anything you want to know about me?" I ask.
Ryou looks up at me with those wide, brown eyes. "Umm... well, yes..." He is rather hesitant. "Why is your body so different from mine, if we are the same person?"
Well, I guess it's a rather legitimate question... "Because, I was sealed into the Ring when I was fourteen years old, and I have not aged since then. But I will start to age now that I have come out of the Millennium Item, Ryou, so I will always be four years older than you."
"So when I'm fourteen, I'll look like you?"
"Well, I suppose so... similar anyway..."
Ryou yawns sleepily, and closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if he is deciding whether to stay awake or sleep. It is late, and I woke him up, so it's best that I let him sleep again, I suppose. "Bakura, do you love me?"
I smile. This is by far the easiest question to answer, and it is an innocent one. "Yes, Ryou. I love you more than anything else." The boy closed his eyes again, and I had to fight two things: The urge to go, "Awwwwe..." and the urge to capture his lips with my own. He looks so cute. Instead, I just smile.
"I love you too." This time, I can't resist, and I lean down and kiss his lips softly. I'm surprised that he does not pull away, but succumbs into it easily, and actually begins to respond, unlike anyone else his age would. Fearing that he would be scared, I try to pull away, but he hugs my neck and refuses to let go, as if I'll leave and never return.
"Ryou, let me go." He does, and looks up at me questioningly. I smile to reassure him, and pull back his covers. "You're tired. Sleep," I say, and he slides into bed, resting his head on the pillow. I am about to cover him up, then think twice. I use a small amount of Shadow Magic to materialize some black silk pajama pants, much like Ryou's, except that they have gold lettering that says, "Hikari no Yami", darkness of light. Slipping them on, I then join Ryou in his rather large bed, and his arms immediately go about my waist. "Sleep well, hikari."
I watch him until he falls asleep. He truly is a beautiful boy. It's a good thing that I can only be seen by Ryou, for now at least. But I will have to leave him before he wakes up tomorrow. I must wait until he's at least fifteen, except that I can allow myself to be seen two more nights before then. Gods, I despise the rules that yamis have to follow. Five years will be a long wait, but it'll be worth it.
I look at the face of the sleeping child. He looks so peaceful and innocent. Keppakú-na... innocent... that's exactly what he is... My angel of light... hikari no tenshi...
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After-word: So... Did I make Bakura a little bit too out-of-character? I was kind of aiming for that though. Please tell me what you think of this. It's a much shorter fic than "Some Kind of Love", for which all my reviewers have been waiting soooo patiently to be updated... ::wince:: Don't kill me, you guys, I've been working on other stuff... I promise the next chapter of this will be out soon, if you'll only leave me a nice review, and be sure to let me know if there are any spelling errors. I have two betas, but even they can't comb out everything-we ARE human, after all! ^_^
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, so don't sue me for writing this. All characters involved belong to Kazuki Takehashi.
Warnings: At first, there's only shonen-ai, but it will get more graphic and sexual in later chapters, and there will be some non-consensual sex as well as consensual. There will also be heavy swearing from time to time, and other minor things that could get me kicked off this site if I'm not careful.
Pairings: For now, I'll say Ryou/Bakura. This is a yaoi-only fic; so don't hope for any het, as I'm horrible at that as it is.
Chapter One
Ten-year-old Ryou Bakura sat on the windowsill, excitedly awaiting his father's return from another one of his excavation digs. This one in particular had been many miles away from the young boy's home in Domino City, Japan. It had taken place in Egypt, in a city called "Memphis", where Ryou's father had said that kings called "pharaohs" had lived thousands of years ago.
Ryou had been eager to learn more about these ancient kings since his first introduction to them, shortly after his ninth birthday. Hóru Bakura had sat down on his son's bed, with Ryou on his knee, and told him stories about the rulers of the Imhotep dynasty; about how they lived, ruled, and were buried. The whole mummification process seemed a bit gruesome to the young silver-haired child, but the things his father told him about the gods that Egyptians worshipped back then thrilled and fascinated him. The elder Bakura had smiled at his son's excitement, and promised to bring him a special souvenir from one of the shops in or around Cairo, the Egyptian capitol. For this reason, as well as the fact that he had missed his father greatly during his year or so of absence, Ryou jumped up from his perch and bounded to the front door when a white car pulled into his driveway.
"Daddy!" little Ryou exclaimed happily, running to his father, who had just gotten out of the car.
Hóru caught his son in his arms and hugged him tightly, lifting him into the air. "Ryou! I'm so happy to see you, my son!" He then set his son down on the pavement, and reached inside the car for something. "Ryou, I brought you something, just like I promised you." His father produced a box from the passenger's seat, and held it out to Ryou.
The silver-haired boy timidly reached up and took the package from Hóru, and undid the string that held it closed. Taking off the lid and reaching inside to pull away the tissue paper, the young one's eyes widened at what he saw.
"Wow, Daddy. This is really for me?" he asked, gazing in awe at the golden object inside the box. Ryou's father grinned and nodded. "What is it Daddy? Where's you find it?" the boy questioned, beaming up at Hóru.
"I found this at a bazaar near Cairo, on my way to the airport yesterday. The man who sold it to me said it had something to do with these 'Duel Monsters' that you seem to like so well. It' called the 'Millennium Ring' and is from ancient Egypt. I thought you might like it, Ryou."
"I love it! Oh thank you, Daddy, thank you!" Ryou stood and reached up, waiting for his father to pick him up into another hug. Hóru bent down, and his son immediately attached his arms to his father's neck, Ring forgotten for the moment. "I'm glad you're home, Daddy."
"And I'm glad you were here waiting for me. Did your Uncle Azukáru take good care of you, as usual?" Hóru asked, hoisting his son into his arms and carrying him into the Bakura residence.
"Yes he did." Ryou cupped his hands around his mouth to serve as an amplifier of sorts, and hollered, "Uncle Azu, Daddy's home!"
"Hóru! Brother, how are you?" Azukáru asked, jumping up from the kitchen table to greet his older brother with outstretched arms. The older set Ryou down on a couch and accepted his younger brother's gesture of welcome with a big hug. "Ryou was a very good boy while you were away."
"I'm glad of it." Hóru looked over to the silver-haired child, who yawned sleepily. "Ryou, it's after 10:00, way past your bedtime. Let's get you to sleep, alright?"
Ryou yawned again and nodded his head. His father took him by the hand and led him to his room. "Daddy, will you tell me a story before I go to sleep?" the child asked hopefully, as his father searched through a drawer for some pajamas.
"Yes, I'll start a rather long one that my colleagues and I translated from some hieroglyphs that we discovered in Memphis," Hóru told the boy, pulling out a pair of silky, light-blue pajama pants with the Japanese characters for "keppakú-na" written all over them in silver. He tossed them over his shoulder, then searched through another drawer for a shirt. "A long time ago, nearly 5,000 years, there lived a great pharaoh named 'Yami'."
"Yami, as in 'darkness'?" Ryou asked, slipping out of his jeans and underwear, then pulling the pajama bottoms on.
"Yes. He also had a nickname: Yugioh, which means..."
"King of games," Ryou finished, pulling off his sweatshirt, just in time to catch the shirt that matched his pants, only it had one set of characters in the center of the chest area, instead of being covered in many sets. "Why was that his nickname, Daddy?" the young one asked, slipping the pajama top over his head.
"Because he loved to play all kinds of games, and he never lost one. And his favorite game had a lot to do with your 'dueling monsters' that you've come to love. But those were called 'Shadow Games'; unlike the name they are given today. And they weren't in the form of playing cards either. The monsters were real." Hóru sat on the edge of Ryou's bed, and his son crawled under the comforter and sheets. "The games were played for control of power. Whoever lost against Yami had to play a penalty game with him. This usually meant some sort of death, although they didn't call it death. It was sort of like your very soul was stolen from your body, and sent to this vast nothingness, called the 'Shadow Realm'." Ryou's father realized that his son's eyes were drooping, and he was nearly asleep. He didn't want to cause the child nightmares, so he kissed his forehead, and said, "Goodnight, Ryou. Sleep well."
"G'night, Daddy." And with that, Ryou settled down, and was soon asleep. Hóru stood from the bed, tucked the comforter up to his son's ears, and turned off the light. He walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door in the process.
"Azukáru, what are you doing?" Hóru asked, running to the front door to help his younger brother, who had five suitcases piled in his arms.
"Just trying to help you, brother. You must be exhausted from your long flight. Let me carry all your stuff inside, while you rest. There's some hot chocolate on the stove that Ryou and I made, or there's iced tea in the refrigerator, or I can make you some lemonade or hot tea, or maybe coffee. Would you like anything to eat?" Azukáru asked, setting the pile down on the floor by his brother's room.
Hóru sighed. It had been a rather long and tiresome flight, and he could never sleep on planes. "Cocoa's fine, I guess. Oh, make sure you get the Ring. Ryou left it outside on the pavement. Just put it on his bedside table." He walked to the living room, and sat in the recliner, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Once outside, Azukáru picked up the box that contained the Millennium Ring, and peered inside of it. "Hmm, interesting," he said to himself as he carried it into the house. Ryou's uncle opened the door to his nephew's room, and deposited the Ring onto the table as he had been instructed, and closed the door again.
Meanwhile, somewhere in a realm of complete darkness, the spirit of a silver-haired fiend had awakened upon sensing his other half for the first time ever. He grinned maliciously, narrowing his eyes, appearing to be the perfect picture of evil. (After nearly five thousand long years, I shall once again be free!!) His morbid laughter echoed throughout the darkness.
"Huh?" Ryou woke suddenly. He had just experienced a horrifying dream about someone who looked exactly like him, only slightly older and more sinister- looking than he. In it, the young boy that resembled himself had been running away from something, which apparently only he could see, and he looked absolutely terrified. Then, it had flashed to another time in this person's life, where he was meeting a young blonde Egyptian boy. And finally, there was another flash, and Ryou had seen this person as a young man, who was in some kind of Pharaoh's tomb. He saw the man take his Millennium Ring from the tomb, and there was another flash of light, and he was gone, and the Ring made a metallic "clang" as it crashed to the floor of the crypt.
"Glad it was only a dream," the young one murmured, closing his eyes and preparing to drift off to sleep once more. But this did not happen, for he kept wondering whom this boy in his dream was. This doppelganger of himself had seemed kind of... sad, like he had no one to love him. "Like me," Ryou said quietly.
Sure, he had his father, but he was rarely even there. And he had his uncle, but he didn't give him the kind of love he so desperately longed for. The young boy could not understand what type of love he wanted... no, needed to have... He just knew that he had to have it. And maybe that dream had shown him this look-alike for a reason. Maybe this person was real, and just waiting for Ryou. "I hope I'll find him. He looks like he needs someone, just like I do..."
(Hikari...) a voice whispered, barely audibly, in Ryou's head. He trembled, unable to comprehend where the sound was coming from. (Hikari...) it said again, a little louder this time. (Hikari... hikari... hikari...)
"Where are you?" Ryou whispered, afraid that the voice might be that of a thief. Indeed it was, but this fiend's intention was not to steal anything at the moment, but to make his presence known to the young silver-haired child. "W-who are you?"
"I am your other half, your dark side I suppose," said the voice, with an English accent so much like Ryou's, yet it also had a harshness to it, making the person sound rather cruel. Ryou's heart leapt into his throat when a bright flash of light appeared from his bedside table, and he sat up on his knees to get a better look. The light shone from the Millennium Ring, and he picked it up, only to let it drop to the floor when he realized that it was extremely hot.
"Ouch!" he cried, blowing on his hands to try and rid them of the burning sensation. He continually stared at the Ring, apparently waiting for something to happen. And something did happen right then and there, that the boy would never forget for the rest of his life.
The white light diminished slowly, until it was only a faint glow. Then the voice in Ryou's head spoke once again. "I am Bakura, the spirit of this Millennium Item." Ryou watched, paralyzed, as first a head rose out of the Ring, followed by a neck, shoulders, arms and chest, middle, hips, legs, and finally feet; there stood the young man from his dream.
Bakura's long, silver hair was wildly waving, as if there was a strong wind, and his face was set in a sort of smirk. His arms were folded across his chest, and the young one could see his sinewy muscles all over his body, for the man wore absolutely nothing. Ryou's gaze traveled downwards, then back up, and he noticed that this man's body was very different from his. Though his skin was the same pale color, his face looked almost identical, and he had the same silvery-white hair and dark brown eyes, the younger could tell that there were also some major differences between the two of them. Such as the other's more muscular body, longer hair, meaner facial expression, not to mention that he was much taller, and what seemed so foreign to the boy, his much longer penis.
"B-bakura?" Ryou asked quietly, afraid to even speak.
The spirit narrowed his eyes. "What is it that you want, mortal?" he hissed.
"A-are you... real?" the young boy asked, reaching out to touch the spirit, looking into his mahogany eyes with his own chocolate ones. Bakura raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Ryou laid a small hand flat on the fiend's chest, and realized that he was indeed real. "Wow," was all that he said, not daring to move, as if the young man in front of him would vanish at any moment.
Rolling his eyes, Bakura sighed and asked, "Satisfied?" Ryou nodded his head, and a small smile crept to the fiend's features. But it was quickly replaced with a frown when the boy whimpered slightly. "What's wrong, hikari?"
"It's just that..." Ryou didn't finish.
"What is it?!" Bakura asked, patience wearing thin, not entirely because of Ryou, but because his energy level wasn't that great. He had used a lot of shadow magic to leave the Ring, since it had been the first time ever.
"I'm scared, Bakura."
The fiend shook his head. "Scared of what, hikari?"
"Y-you..." Ryou shivered.
Bakura snorted. "Me? What makes you scared of me?"
"Well... you look a lot like me, but you're also very different," Ryou admitted, diverting his eyes elsewhere.
A moment of silence followed, while Bakura followed Ryou's gaze, and then realized the problem. He laughed softly. "So, because my body is more mature than yours, you're scared of me? Well, I suppose I was the same way at your age, Ryou."
"H-how do y-you know my n-name?" the younger asked, finally taking his hand away from Bakura's chest and backing away slightly.
The silver-haired fiend chuckled. "Gods, Ryou, I know all about you. The Shadow Realm hasn't been a total bore over the last ten years; I know all about you. I know what you know, want, need, enjoy, hate, etcetera..." Ryou didn't respond to that, just looked into the other's eyes again.
*****Bakura's POV*****
Wow... I didn't expect him to be this beautiful... He's only ten years old, but gods is he gorgeous! Is this what I looked like when I was his age? Well then, it's no wonder I was raped so many times in my life... If we were in my ancient Egyptian homeland, I could take him as my slave, no problem. But... times have changed... And I must not taint his innocence... I am, after all, his protector... I just can't take him like everyone was accustomed to back then...
"Ryou... hikari, I won't hurt you." I take him into my arms as I sit down on his bed. My little light simply nods, and snuggles his head onto my lap. I stroke his silky hair with one hand, reaching with the other to cradle him. He wants love... I shall love him. It won't be hard to do, love-wise anyway, because I am already in love with this child, but... If I show my love for him the way I want to, I'm afraid I'll taint him... I must wait... "Is there anything you want to know about me?" I ask.
Ryou looks up at me with those wide, brown eyes. "Umm... well, yes..." He is rather hesitant. "Why is your body so different from mine, if we are the same person?"
Well, I guess it's a rather legitimate question... "Because, I was sealed into the Ring when I was fourteen years old, and I have not aged since then. But I will start to age now that I have come out of the Millennium Item, Ryou, so I will always be four years older than you."
"So when I'm fourteen, I'll look like you?"
"Well, I suppose so... similar anyway..."
Ryou yawns sleepily, and closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if he is deciding whether to stay awake or sleep. It is late, and I woke him up, so it's best that I let him sleep again, I suppose. "Bakura, do you love me?"
I smile. This is by far the easiest question to answer, and it is an innocent one. "Yes, Ryou. I love you more than anything else." The boy closed his eyes again, and I had to fight two things: The urge to go, "Awwwwe..." and the urge to capture his lips with my own. He looks so cute. Instead, I just smile.
"I love you too." This time, I can't resist, and I lean down and kiss his lips softly. I'm surprised that he does not pull away, but succumbs into it easily, and actually begins to respond, unlike anyone else his age would. Fearing that he would be scared, I try to pull away, but he hugs my neck and refuses to let go, as if I'll leave and never return.
"Ryou, let me go." He does, and looks up at me questioningly. I smile to reassure him, and pull back his covers. "You're tired. Sleep," I say, and he slides into bed, resting his head on the pillow. I am about to cover him up, then think twice. I use a small amount of Shadow Magic to materialize some black silk pajama pants, much like Ryou's, except that they have gold lettering that says, "Hikari no Yami", darkness of light. Slipping them on, I then join Ryou in his rather large bed, and his arms immediately go about my waist. "Sleep well, hikari."
I watch him until he falls asleep. He truly is a beautiful boy. It's a good thing that I can only be seen by Ryou, for now at least. But I will have to leave him before he wakes up tomorrow. I must wait until he's at least fifteen, except that I can allow myself to be seen two more nights before then. Gods, I despise the rules that yamis have to follow. Five years will be a long wait, but it'll be worth it.
I look at the face of the sleeping child. He looks so peaceful and innocent. Keppakú-na... innocent... that's exactly what he is... My angel of light... hikari no tenshi...
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After-word: So... Did I make Bakura a little bit too out-of-character? I was kind of aiming for that though. Please tell me what you think of this. It's a much shorter fic than "Some Kind of Love", for which all my reviewers have been waiting soooo patiently to be updated... ::wince:: Don't kill me, you guys, I've been working on other stuff... I promise the next chapter of this will be out soon, if you'll only leave me a nice review, and be sure to let me know if there are any spelling errors. I have two betas, but even they can't comb out everything-we ARE human, after all! ^_^