Rowan: Alright, I'm now writing the new Chapter Two of "First Love"! *is really happy*
Sakura: Get going already!
Rowan: Geez, I *will*! Oh, and in the style of the previous chapter, I'm putting the old chapter 2's beginning here, just for fun.
Rowan: I now proudly give you chapter 2 of the exciting story of Ryou and Bakura-
Sakura: Oh cut it out! Just give 'em the disclaimer and the warning about how bad this chappie sucks!
Rowan: Hey! This chapter does NOT suck!
Sakura: Oh yeah? Then why does the following say otherwise?
WARNING! This chapter really sucks so I'm posting chapter 3 as well. Just thought you'd like the warning.
Rowan: Oh.
Sakura: Now for the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I just want all my readers to know that I do not own YGO or any of the characters. All I own is a very annoying yami named Sakura who is always pointing out the worst in everyone and is part of my pen name even though she never writes anything!
Sakura: Correction. I only point out the bad things about you.
Rowan: Oh thanks! Anyway, please ignore me as I beat up my yami, just go on and read the story! - Sakura, duck!
Sakura: Where?
BAMM!!
Rowan: *Looks pointedly at readers * What are you looking at? I told you to read the story!
Note: That warning is not true. Well, now anyway. Also, for those who read this story before and therefore the old chapter two, I may use some scenes from that in this chapter. Or not. Depends on what I feel like. Hmm, maybe I'll edit the scenes and make them better. I don't know, I have options is what I'm saying, not that you care. So, uh, yeah! On with the chapter!
First Love
Chapter 2: First Revelation
Bakura gazed around the excavated cave in awe. He wandered about the former clandestine tomb, touching random thinks and looking at them as if that one small artifact brought back old and fond memories. And so they did. 'This is the very first tomb I ever robbed,' the tomb thief thought to himself as he, Ryou, and Ryou's dad meandered through the ancient Pharaoh's crypt.
All of a sudden, Bakura espied a lump of wax lying on the ground. Picking it up, the erstwhile thief smiled. He knew this little chunk of candle wax. He knew it very well. It had lighted many of Bakura's nights before getting lost in this abysmal place. Why, it had even been there when Bakura had lost his virginity.
At that thought, Bakura tossed the wax onto the floor and stepped on it, hoping to demolish it forever, like the old memories he wanted to leave behind. Suddenly, Bakura had a great desire to leave this catacomb and never see it again. He turned abruptly around and bumped into Ryou.
All the while Bakura had been investigating the tomb, Ryou had been watching him. He was confused by earlier, curious to know why Bakura had caught him and, more importantly, why he had been looking at him like he had. That is, almost with a sad, pathetic shine to the gaze. Slowly Ryou had found himself getting closer and closer to his yami, until he was standing directly behind him. Ryou stood in that spot for a moment, unaware of how close the two really were. But after a moment he realized it and started to back away. Unfortunately, he realized a little too late, for just at that moment Bakura whipped around to leave.
The result was the two teens came crashing to the floor and it was all a jumble of arms and legs after that. Ryou started to disentangle himself from Bakura, all the while blushing. At that moment, if one had taken a photo, they would have found Ryou and Bakura lying awkwardly on the floor, Bakura lying completely on top of Ryou and practically, no, actually, not practically, he was between Ryou's widespread legs (no wonder Ryou's blushing!) Bakura's arms, which had been flailing about when he found himself falling, were trapped beneath Ryou and the tomb robber was trying his best to free them. Problem was, Ryou was trying his best to get off the floor, but he couldn't quite do that because Bakura was lying on top of him. And Bakura couldn't get up because of his stuck arms. Of course, it would have been very easy for the two to get up if they had just worked together, but because they were both feeling equally stubborn and ornery at the time, they didn't think of that. So the result was that both were still lying on the floor and just getting more querulous and petulant at each other. They started to argue in very loud tones.
"You know this is all your fault, right?"
"My fault?! You're the one who turned around so quickly! Give a person warning next time, will ya?"
"Yeah, well if you weren't standing so close behind me in the first place we wouldn't be in this position now!"
"Well we won't be if you just get off me already!"
"Get off my arms and I'll get off you!"
Ryou tried to lift himself up, only to find his body pressed tightly against Bakura's and their faces less than an inch away from each other. In fact, their noses were touching. Ryou held his breath and felt his heart beat faster. The blood rushed to his face and, eh hem, other areas as well, making Ryou feel very warm. Of course, it could have been because they were in Egypt in the summer combined with Bakura's body temperature, but Ryou knew that they were underground in a sepulcher that had been sealed for centuries and that it should be relatively cold down there. Yes, and it should have been cold down there as well, so Ryou was completely confused as to why he was getting turned on by Bakura.
This all passed within a second, as Bakura slipped his arms free and got off Ryou, then proceeded to dust himself off. Ryou knew better than to expect help up, and so was surprised by the hand offered to him as he began to get to his feet. Ryou blinked at the hand, puzzled, then took it appreciatively, letting Bakura pull him to his feet. Ryou quickly dusted himself, then turned to Bakura, opening his mouth as he prepared to thank Bakura for helping him up, but found the same hand that helped him up now being held in front of him.
"I don't want thanks. I just want to know…" and here Bakura paused, looking scrutinizingly at Ryou, to add dramatic effect, Ryou didn't know. "Why were you stand so close behind me?"
Ryou broke into nervous laughter. "Oh, I just wanted to know why you helped me earlier."
"Oh, and you have telepathic powers that require you to stand three inches away from your victim?"
"Uh…" Ryou was stumped.
Bakura shook his head. "I helped you simply because if something should go wrong and I should somehow lose this body of mine, I would want to know my previous host is in good enough health to possess again." Bakura turned away, as if embarrassed by the real reason. "Besides, the Pharaoh once said that it is the yami's duty to protect their hikari."
Ryou stared at Bakura, dumbfounded. "You actually do what Yami says?"
Bakura hunched his shoulders together defensively and started for the opening of the tomb. Ryou stood in his spot, staring after his yami, before running to catch up with him. "Well?" he persisted.
"Well what?" Bakura snapped, obviously irritated.
"Well, do you actually do what Yami says?"
Bakura glared at Ryou. "Sometimes!" he snapped. "But I'm now thinking that I shouldn't haven't listened to him at all, if this is the thanks I get for saving your precious nose!" Bakura stomped over to the truck, Ryou still at his heels.
"You think my nose is precious?"
"I was being sarcastic!" Bakura retorted. "Now leave me alone!"
Ryou sighed and climbed into the back of the pickup, offering a helping hand to Bakura, who snubbed it. "Alright, just one more question."
Bakura exhaled in exasperation. "Fine, what is it?"
"Why were you looking at me like that? Back at the hotel. You looked like you were remembering a past lover or something."
Bakura turned away from Ryou. "Enough of your questions. It is none of your business. If I wish to tell you, I will. And I do not wish to tell you. So do not pursue the subject anymore, understand?"
Ryou was taken aback by Bakura's reaction. "Yeah, I understand."
"Good. Now tell your father that we wish to be leaving now."
Ryou nodded, then jumped out of the truck and ran back into the sepulchral to give his father the message. On his way back to the truck, Ryou stopped to see what Bakura had been looking at earlier and found the wax candle. Picking it up, Ryou slipped it into his pocket and promptly forgot about it.
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Ryou's father dropped the two boys off at the hotel, but having a lot more excavation to do, he rapidly returned to the Valley, leaving the teens to their own devices. Not knowing what was fun to do in modern day Egypt, they returned to the room, and sat down in separate areas of the room. Ryou found a nice little perch on the window seat, while Bakura settled for curling up on the bed.
Ryou stared out the window and down on the city of Cairo…well, all that he could see of it anyway, which was little more than a single booth in what seemed to be a vendor's mart. The cart was not incredibly big, as far as Ryou could tell. Peering closer, Ryou espied candles being sold at the booth. That reminded him of the lump in his pocket, the wax stump of a candle that Bakura had been staring at earlier. Ryou reached inside and pulled the candle out, then stared ponderously at it.
'Wish I was Phoebe from Charmed, then maybe I could be see what this candle's seen. Obviously Bakura must have had this candle in his past life, or else he wouldn't be so interested in it. This little bit of wax has been through so much history!' (Ryou: I don't watch Charmed! Rowan: Now you do.)
Ryou sat in the windowseat, trying to decipher the candle's secrets. He pored over the wax object for well over an hour. In fact, Ryou didn't notice that time had passed at all, until the sun set in his window. When he saw the sky painted in red and purple, Ryou jumped up from his perch and ran over to Bakura's bedside, where he found the spirit sleeping. Smiling at the precious sight, Ryou pulled the covers over him and tucked his yami in. As Ryou glanced down on Bakura's sleeping face once more, he was caught by a sudden whim, and without realizing what he was doing, acted on it instantly, bending down and kissing Bakura softly on his forehead. Ryou pulled back, surprised at his own actions, and what he did after, which was lean down and kiss Bakura, just as lightly as before, on the lips. With a gasp, Ryou pulled away and went back to his corner.
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Bakura was waling down a tunnel of white light. The tunnel went on forever, and so did the spirit. Bakura walked and walked, for what seemed hours, when he reached a cave. There was a light coming from inside, and Bakura realized he was cold. So Bakura walked inside the cave.
Bakura stumbled through a dimly lit hall, which led to a spacious cavern flooded with firelight. Bakura was blinded by the light, and had to raise up a hand to block it out. When he became accustomed to the brightness of the cave, he lowered his hand and peered around. It seemed to be a hideout of sorts, Bakura gathered.
Around the cave, there were approximately fifty or so campfires, with groups of three or four people crowded around each one. These people, mainly men, wore kilts of rags around their waists, and had a hardened, cold look about their faces. They were armed to the teeth; these were a group of cutthroat criminals.
Bakura impulsively glanced down at himself and found himself to be in the same attire as the others in the cave. Bakura hissed in pain. Lifting a hand up to his forehead, Bakura discovered a nasty cut hiding beneath his long white bangs. He would need to get that bandaged later.
Shrugging, Bakura glimpsed back at the infamous group, and spotted a fire at which only one man sat. Bakura couldn't see his face due to the fact that his back was turned to him, merely the back of blonde hair against a tanned back of smooth bare skin. The spirit felt inexplicably drawn to this man, and walked towards him and his fire.
Bakura stealthily approached the man, using his skills as a thief to move as quiet as humanly possible. Yet despite his attempts to be undetected, the man heard him anyway, and turned around just as Bakura was about to surprise him. Bakura nearly had a heart attack when Marik turned around so swiftly. "How'd you know it was me?" Bakura whined like a three year old to the Egyptian.
Marik smiled as Bakura took a seat at the fire. "Well, for one, I know you and how you think. I saw you come in, so I turned my back to you, knowing you'd try to surprise and deciding to surprise you instead. Secondly, we are lovers, aren't we? So we have a special connection…unless I don't mean anything to you?"
Bakura reached over and grabbed one of Marik's hands. "You are the world to me!" Bakura declared.
Marik raised an eyebrow at the white-haired teen. "Never figured you for one to make bold declarations of love in public like this, but I'll go with it. So, how did you do? Get anything good from that tomb you went to rob?"
Bakura pulled out a bag and emptied the contents besides Marik's feet. "What do you think?"
Marik dug through the pile of gold out trinkets. As he sorted through the valuables and the supplies Bakura had brought to aid him in his thieving, Marik frowned. He lifted his head so his purples eyes were glaring up at Bakura's brown ones. "Where is it?" he asked.
"It?" Bakura asked in a blank voice.
"Our candle?" Marik elaborated.
Bakura furrowed his brow in thought, then gasped. "Oh! I left it at the tomb!" Bakura leaned towards Marik, an apologetic glint in his eyes. "Forgive me?"
Marik glanced at his lover and noticed a thin trail of blood running down his forehead. Brushing aside Bakura's wild white tresses, Marik lightly touched the gash. Bakura winced at his touch and Marik hissed sympathy. "Let me take care of that for you," Marik said, getting up and retrieving a bandage for Bakura.
Five minutes later and Bakura had a large white cloth stuck to his forehead. Bakura pouted and complained, "I look like a dork."
Marik smiled and shook his head. "You look beautiful," he said.
Bakura snorted in disagreement. Marik simply leaned in and kissed Bakura lightly on his hairline. Bakura blinked in surprise, and Marik smiled as he pulled away. Bakura grinned softly back as the blonde closed in on his lips, kissing Bakura chastely. Bakura's eyes slid closed and he sighed quietly when Marik pulled away. Breathing deeply, the white haired thief opened his eyes slowly and stared into surprised chocolate eyes that matched his own chestnut ones. 'Ryou?' Bakura thought, shocked.
Ryou backed slowly away from the other's face, then turned swiftly and ran out of sight, leaving a very confused Bakura behind.
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Bakura's eyes fluttered open, and the spirit found himself back in the hotel room. Bakura tried to get off the bed but found himself tucked tightly under the covers. Sitting up, Bakura glanced around the room. Ryou was sitting quietly in the windowseat, examining something in his hand. His father was in the small kitchen, attempting to cook. Bakura noticed the blinds in the room were drawn, and, curious, he looked at a clock to find out the time. The clock's face read ten minutes to eight. Bakura was befuddled. The last he remembered, it had been four hours earlier! Had he been asleep all that time? And who had tucked him in?
Getting up, Bakura walked into the kitchen to see what was cooking, passing Ryou on the way. As he glanced at his former host and their eyes met, Ryou blushed.
Bakura was puzzled. Why had Ryou blushed? What was it that he was looking at before Bakura had walked by? And why had he so anxiously stuffed it into his pocket?
But Bakura had other more important things on his mind for him to spent but a minute on these newly arising questions. Like his dream about Marik. That hadn't been just a dream, but it was an old memory as well. Except for the part where Ryou came in. Why was Ryou there anyway? Bakura couldn't possibly have kissed Ryou in his dream…could he?
Bakura was perplexed. He wasn't surprised at Marik kissing him, in the past they had been lovers. What irked Bakura was the fact that Ryou had taken Marik's place in his dream. Could Ryou have taken Marik's place in Bakura's heart as well?
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Rowan: And so the tip toeing begins…
Sakura: …And ends next chapter.
Rowan: The new, improved, "First Kiss!" The kiss Ryou gave Bakura earlier in this chapter doesn't count.
Sakura: After all, Bakura thought Marik was the one who kissed him!
Rowan: Yeah…about Marik. He's yet another character who weaseled his way into this story. For those who've read this story before, you'll know Otogi and Seto both made their way into this story, against my will. Also, Jou completely upgraded his importance to the plot (which, before Seto, had been minimal.)
Jou: Oh thanks! That makes me feel wonderful!
Seto: Down boy.
Jou: It's sit, stupid.
Seto: Sit, then.
Jou: *falls to the ground*
Rowan: blink Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Yu-Gi-Oh!'s own InuYasha, Jounouchi Katsuya!
Jou: No, actually, you may not!
Seto: Wait, does that make me Kagome?
Sakura: Apparently.
Rowan: *yawn* Anyway, you know the drill. Just click on that friendly little murasaki button that says "Go" and submit a review. Thankies muchies!
