A Warm Heart in a Cold Desert
Dislcaimer: $5 ain't gonna buy me YGO, Mr. Law-Man
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, maybe some side Marik/Malik, hinted Seto/Joey in this and possibly other chapter(s).
Warnings/Other: Yaoi (Don't like? Don't read.), death, angst, some Bakura OOC maybe. Here's your update Kate ^_^ And a shoutout to Tia and D. Those two are awesome ^__^
Summary: -AU- Bakura, an Egyptian prison escapee. Ryou, a contradictory teenager sick of the family life. After Ryou is dragged along on his family trip to desert, he finds Bakura in the back of his car, and decides to run away with him. There's only one problem. They're lost in the desert with no idea where civilization is. YAOI BxR
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He was laying in the sand, the hot desert sun boiling overhead. Lights and colours seemed to blend into one another as he flopped his silver-coloured head back and forth, his hair becoming filled with grains of sand. As he lay groaning, a tingly feeling over took him suddenly. He rubbed his arm, but felt nothing. Nothing, until he opened his eyes, to see odd-looking, black spiders eating away at his flesh.
They were everywhere; on his arms, his legs, forehead, shoulder, stomach, feet, anywhere and everywhere his skin was visible, spiders were eating his flesh up. The creatures were even eating through his shoes. He shrieked and sat up, prying each spider-like monster off, only to have another one replace its predecessor. Ryou risked a terrified glance at the sand, to find out that the spiders were coming from the very sand on which he sat. A spider-monster bit straight through his arm and through the bone, a bloody fang emerging on the other side of his limb. Ryou paled and tried to rip it out of his arm, to no avail as the monster began eating his muscles. More spiders began peircing through his feet and legs, draining him of precious, life-giving blood. He was being eaten alive by mutant spiders!
"BAKURA! BAKURA HELP ME!" His scream echoed throughout the desert, and seemed to even split through the deadly silence of outer space. Chocolate brown orbs widened in pure terror as the sand slowly turned into the monsters which were attacking him. He let out a blood-curlding scream as what appeared to be an arm of black, flesh-eating monsters rose from the black masses, and encircled his waist, drawing him down into the depths of inky pain and dismembering darkness...
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"Ryou! Damnit Ryou, wake up! Snap out of it!" Bakura shouted as he wrapped his arm around Ryou's waist and pulled him close against his chest. The smaller boy squirmed and cried to be let go, tears streaming down his face. Bakura caught a glance of Ryou's eyes - they looked forlorn and glazed over. Ryou was hallucinating.
"BAKURA! MAKE IT LET GO!" Ryou pried at Bakura's arm, but the older boy's firm grip was too strong for him.
The Egyptian sighed and tightened his arms around the shaking form of the other. He tried calming Ryou down by rubbing his back gently, but that proved itself futile and ineffective when Ryou would thrash about and cry terrified tears and aim misguided punches into the air. "Ryou, Ryou, it's allright... I'm the one holding you. Me, Bakura."
When Bakura found all his attempts at talking Ryou back into reality were useless, he panicked mildly and began racking his brain for any secondary options he may or may not have thought of before. Without thinking, Bakura leaned forward and pressed his lips forcefully against Ryou's candy-like tiers, hoping deep down in his heart that nothing too serious was happening to Ryou. The kiss left Bakura in a somewhat dazed state for a few moments, until he remembered the situation at hand, and snapped out of it.
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Suddenly, Ryou opened his eyes and the spiders started melting away, along with the immense darkness that had once surrounded him. A warm, content feeling settled inside him as, in amazement, his skin and muscles started rebuilding themselves. Rays of light from an invisible sun poured down upon him, glistening a pleasing colour.
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From Bakura's point of view, Ryou's eyes were shut tight, but the boy's arms had stopped attacking and his legs had stopped kicking. Bakura held Ryou close, anxiously waiting to see what would happen when Ryou's eyes opened. A light groan escaped the slightly parted lips of the British youth, and Bakura looked down into clear, vivid eyes. "Ryou? Are you alright?"
Wordlessly, Ryou buried his face into Bakura's neck, and sobbed. He clung to Bakura's waist and sat in his lap for a long time, probably longer than he should have, but at that point in time, he didn't really care. "They were eating away at me..." he whispered, shaking visibly at the horrible memory.
Bakura blinked. "Who was?"
"Those... spider things... Horrible monsters... They were all around me, eating the flesh right off my bones." Ryou took a moment to glance up at Bakura, who had an expression halfway between curiosity and worry written all over his face. "And then... The sand... it got taken over by those spider monsters, until I was completely surrounded by them..." He glanced up at Bakura and clunb to the fabric of the prison escapee's shirt. "And they dragged me down, Bakura... They dragged me down..."
Bakura was plain shocked at how intimidating Ryou's hallucination sounded. He had never been too fond of the eight-legged beasts, but having them eat away at living flesh... The thought itself sent a shiver down his spine. He held Ryou's head to his shoulder. "It was a hallucination. You're probably extremely dehydrated." Bakura said slowly as Ryou looked around in mild confusion.
"What time is it?"
Checking his watch, Bakura replied, "Half past one in the afternoon. I was up at dawn, but you were still asleep... And you looked so peaceful, I decided it would be alright if we postponed travelling anymore for a little bit. But then you started screaming, and... Well, you know the rest."
Ryou nodded. "Are you sure it wasn't real?" He asked, trying to gulp down the slight fear in his heart.
"I'm sure." Bakura said as Ryou nodded. The gentler boy turned his lips up into a smile; he felt secure around Bakura.
//
The slender young woman took a number of deep breaths to calm herself down, shakily extending her paled hand to grasp the cordless telephone. She had been out searching for Ryou all night and all morning, and still she had found nothing. Her father had suggested calling the police once his daughter had regained most of her senses. Gulping, she dialed 9-1-1 as the panic began to return to her.
Finally, a confident yet considerate male voice answered the phone. "Hello, 9-1-1."
Ms. Bakura instantly broke down and began sobbing to the man on the other end of the phone about how Ryou had gone missing. Between her choked sobs and panicked breaths, she managed to tell the man what Ryou looked like, his age, and approximately when he had gone missing. When she had sniffed back her tears and calmed down again, the man transferred her to the police station nearest her location.
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"Officer Mutou speaking." Came a stern voice through the phone wire. The Cheif of Police, Yami Mutou, sat at his desk with a somewhat bored expression on his face, and in his deep crimson eyes. The only calls that had come in today were measly little crimes that required no real intervention by the police: A summer-school fight that hadn't gone past insults, a couple of quarters being stolen... It seemed to Yami that society's logic and intelligence was dwindling at an alarming rate. His attention was brought back to reality when a panicked female voice began speaking through held back sobs.
"Sir, please, you've got to help me!" Ms. Bakura nearly shouted into the phone, careful not to be too loud while her parents comforted eachother upstairs. "Officer, my son went missing last night, we're in the outskirts of town, a mile or so away from the desert. My son is no where in sight--"
Yami instantly became interested in this case; finally, something worthy of his time. "Ma'am, the 9-1-1 dispatchman told me your case. We're sending a crew of three of our finest policeman out to look for your son. You said he has whiteish hair and brown eyes, right?"
"Yessir."
Yami sighed. "Alright, I'll tell them to be careful; there's a prison escapee who looks similar to your son from the descriptions you gave."
Ms. Bakura's breath caught in her throat. "What?! You mean there's a chance my Ryou could interact with a prisoner?!"
"Yes, ma'am." Yami said carefully as he listened for any changes in the woman's breathing, "But the desert is so large that I'm sure they're not even within a 100-mile radius of one another." Yami didn't believe himself, though. Chances were the two had run into one another, and because it would have been very hard for one person to survive in the desert alone, they would have started travelling together.
"I hope so, officer." Ms. Bakura sighed, her voice slightly calmer than it had been before. "Thank you."
"Not a problem." Yami replied as he hung the phone up.
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A tall, thin, brown haired man stood silently beside a more relaxed looking blonde with deep amber eyes. The blonde leaned into the other very slightly as they remained glued to their spots. Beside the two was a third boy, whose sharp hair stood up straight and ended in a point on his head. He stood slightly apart from the others, and gave anyone who saw him the impression that he had a tendency to fade into the background.
"Seto Kaiba."
The first of the three stepped forward, his lean and well-muscled figure catching the light coming in through the window of the police station. One glance at his face made it obvious that he was a very determined man, the kind who never allowed failure to be a possibility. His peircing blue eyes were watching Yami in curiosity of what kind of case could be so serious as to involve all three of them.
"Joseph Wheeler."
The blonde stepped forward, his hands shoved lazily into his pockets. He hardly looked the type to be a police officer. In fact, he looked more like a goofy high school student who wanted nothing more than recess all day long. But that youthful and energetic attitude was what made him an expert at under-cover operations. Not only that, but it was good to have him in the station for a good laugh when the atmosphere was tense.
"Tristan Taylor," Yami said, calling out the name of the third, quiet boy.
Stepping out from his spot in the shadows, the other brown-haired boy took his spot beside the blonde. The collars of his beige trench-coat raised to slightly past his ears as he stood with his eyebrows furrowed in deep thinking. His reserved nature gave him all he needed to find out information that would otherwise be unattainable when solving cases. In truth, he was a very nice person to get to know.
"You three are our most skilled officers." Yami started as he glanced at each of them individually, his eyes lingering on Seto and Joseph, or, as he liked to be called, Joey. He had noticed that the two had become... quite friendly with eachother, whereas at first they hadn't been able to be in the same room without an explosive argument. He had to smile inwardly at that. Clearing his throat, Yami returned to the topic at hand. "And I need you three to aid a Ms. Bakura in finding her missing son. He's about 5'6", whiteish hair, brown eyes. If you ask me, it sounds like he bears a striking resemblance to that prison escapee."
The three of them nodded curtly.
"And... Where exactly are we ta find this kid?" Joey asked, arching a thin golden eyebrow.
"Glad you asked." Yami said, "The desert. That's where his mother thinks he might have gone."
Seto looked up from his crossed arms, his gaze serious. "Isn't that also where the escaped prisoner is rumoured to have gone?"
Yami nodded.
"We'll have to get a move on as soon as we can, then. They probably met up by now, and are travelling together... If this boy of hers is lucky." Seto said, the strict look in his eyes unwavering. Joey and Tristan nodded.
"Yeah, let's get goin'." Joey said as he unconciously brushed his arm against Seto's.
//
"Bakura?" Ryou asked suddenly. The two had resumed their trek across the desert. Bakura still hadn't told Ryou precisely where they were headed for.
The slightly taller boy grunted in response; something Ryou had gotten used to. "Nn?"
Ryou glanced around for a moment. "Do you think my mom might'a called the cops or something 'cause I ran off without leaving any notes or any anythings?"
Bakura shrugged. "Most likely. In that case, we'll have to be extra careful not to stay in one place for too long, until we reach where we're going."
"Where /are/ we going?"
Silence was Ryou's answer as Bakura shrugged a second time. Finally, the Egyptian spoke. "Somewhere they'll never find us."
Ryou blinked momentarily, trying to understand exactly what Bakura had meant. He too shrugged and let himself drift into silence as he passed by the rotting corpse of a desert rabbit. Maggots had infested its corpse. Ryou made a face of slight disgust before turning his gaze away from the rabbit and infront of him.
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Wow. This chapter's turned out to be the longest one yet. I had a bit of a block writing the scene with his mother, but once I got passed that, the chapter took off and began running smoothly again. Anyways, please R/R!
_**The MINIMUM has been UPGRADED from -45- to -60- before I UPDATE**_
Ja!
~Shori Musei~
Dislcaimer: $5 ain't gonna buy me YGO, Mr. Law-Man
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, maybe some side Marik/Malik, hinted Seto/Joey in this and possibly other chapter(s).
Warnings/Other: Yaoi (Don't like? Don't read.), death, angst, some Bakura OOC maybe. Here's your update Kate ^_^ And a shoutout to Tia and D. Those two are awesome ^__^
Summary: -AU- Bakura, an Egyptian prison escapee. Ryou, a contradictory teenager sick of the family life. After Ryou is dragged along on his family trip to desert, he finds Bakura in the back of his car, and decides to run away with him. There's only one problem. They're lost in the desert with no idea where civilization is. YAOI BxR
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He was laying in the sand, the hot desert sun boiling overhead. Lights and colours seemed to blend into one another as he flopped his silver-coloured head back and forth, his hair becoming filled with grains of sand. As he lay groaning, a tingly feeling over took him suddenly. He rubbed his arm, but felt nothing. Nothing, until he opened his eyes, to see odd-looking, black spiders eating away at his flesh.
They were everywhere; on his arms, his legs, forehead, shoulder, stomach, feet, anywhere and everywhere his skin was visible, spiders were eating his flesh up. The creatures were even eating through his shoes. He shrieked and sat up, prying each spider-like monster off, only to have another one replace its predecessor. Ryou risked a terrified glance at the sand, to find out that the spiders were coming from the very sand on which he sat. A spider-monster bit straight through his arm and through the bone, a bloody fang emerging on the other side of his limb. Ryou paled and tried to rip it out of his arm, to no avail as the monster began eating his muscles. More spiders began peircing through his feet and legs, draining him of precious, life-giving blood. He was being eaten alive by mutant spiders!
"BAKURA! BAKURA HELP ME!" His scream echoed throughout the desert, and seemed to even split through the deadly silence of outer space. Chocolate brown orbs widened in pure terror as the sand slowly turned into the monsters which were attacking him. He let out a blood-curlding scream as what appeared to be an arm of black, flesh-eating monsters rose from the black masses, and encircled his waist, drawing him down into the depths of inky pain and dismembering darkness...
.
"Ryou! Damnit Ryou, wake up! Snap out of it!" Bakura shouted as he wrapped his arm around Ryou's waist and pulled him close against his chest. The smaller boy squirmed and cried to be let go, tears streaming down his face. Bakura caught a glance of Ryou's eyes - they looked forlorn and glazed over. Ryou was hallucinating.
"BAKURA! MAKE IT LET GO!" Ryou pried at Bakura's arm, but the older boy's firm grip was too strong for him.
The Egyptian sighed and tightened his arms around the shaking form of the other. He tried calming Ryou down by rubbing his back gently, but that proved itself futile and ineffective when Ryou would thrash about and cry terrified tears and aim misguided punches into the air. "Ryou, Ryou, it's allright... I'm the one holding you. Me, Bakura."
When Bakura found all his attempts at talking Ryou back into reality were useless, he panicked mildly and began racking his brain for any secondary options he may or may not have thought of before. Without thinking, Bakura leaned forward and pressed his lips forcefully against Ryou's candy-like tiers, hoping deep down in his heart that nothing too serious was happening to Ryou. The kiss left Bakura in a somewhat dazed state for a few moments, until he remembered the situation at hand, and snapped out of it.
.
Suddenly, Ryou opened his eyes and the spiders started melting away, along with the immense darkness that had once surrounded him. A warm, content feeling settled inside him as, in amazement, his skin and muscles started rebuilding themselves. Rays of light from an invisible sun poured down upon him, glistening a pleasing colour.
.
From Bakura's point of view, Ryou's eyes were shut tight, but the boy's arms had stopped attacking and his legs had stopped kicking. Bakura held Ryou close, anxiously waiting to see what would happen when Ryou's eyes opened. A light groan escaped the slightly parted lips of the British youth, and Bakura looked down into clear, vivid eyes. "Ryou? Are you alright?"
Wordlessly, Ryou buried his face into Bakura's neck, and sobbed. He clung to Bakura's waist and sat in his lap for a long time, probably longer than he should have, but at that point in time, he didn't really care. "They were eating away at me..." he whispered, shaking visibly at the horrible memory.
Bakura blinked. "Who was?"
"Those... spider things... Horrible monsters... They were all around me, eating the flesh right off my bones." Ryou took a moment to glance up at Bakura, who had an expression halfway between curiosity and worry written all over his face. "And then... The sand... it got taken over by those spider monsters, until I was completely surrounded by them..." He glanced up at Bakura and clunb to the fabric of the prison escapee's shirt. "And they dragged me down, Bakura... They dragged me down..."
Bakura was plain shocked at how intimidating Ryou's hallucination sounded. He had never been too fond of the eight-legged beasts, but having them eat away at living flesh... The thought itself sent a shiver down his spine. He held Ryou's head to his shoulder. "It was a hallucination. You're probably extremely dehydrated." Bakura said slowly as Ryou looked around in mild confusion.
"What time is it?"
Checking his watch, Bakura replied, "Half past one in the afternoon. I was up at dawn, but you were still asleep... And you looked so peaceful, I decided it would be alright if we postponed travelling anymore for a little bit. But then you started screaming, and... Well, you know the rest."
Ryou nodded. "Are you sure it wasn't real?" He asked, trying to gulp down the slight fear in his heart.
"I'm sure." Bakura said as Ryou nodded. The gentler boy turned his lips up into a smile; he felt secure around Bakura.
//
The slender young woman took a number of deep breaths to calm herself down, shakily extending her paled hand to grasp the cordless telephone. She had been out searching for Ryou all night and all morning, and still she had found nothing. Her father had suggested calling the police once his daughter had regained most of her senses. Gulping, she dialed 9-1-1 as the panic began to return to her.
Finally, a confident yet considerate male voice answered the phone. "Hello, 9-1-1."
Ms. Bakura instantly broke down and began sobbing to the man on the other end of the phone about how Ryou had gone missing. Between her choked sobs and panicked breaths, she managed to tell the man what Ryou looked like, his age, and approximately when he had gone missing. When she had sniffed back her tears and calmed down again, the man transferred her to the police station nearest her location.
.
"Officer Mutou speaking." Came a stern voice through the phone wire. The Cheif of Police, Yami Mutou, sat at his desk with a somewhat bored expression on his face, and in his deep crimson eyes. The only calls that had come in today were measly little crimes that required no real intervention by the police: A summer-school fight that hadn't gone past insults, a couple of quarters being stolen... It seemed to Yami that society's logic and intelligence was dwindling at an alarming rate. His attention was brought back to reality when a panicked female voice began speaking through held back sobs.
"Sir, please, you've got to help me!" Ms. Bakura nearly shouted into the phone, careful not to be too loud while her parents comforted eachother upstairs. "Officer, my son went missing last night, we're in the outskirts of town, a mile or so away from the desert. My son is no where in sight--"
Yami instantly became interested in this case; finally, something worthy of his time. "Ma'am, the 9-1-1 dispatchman told me your case. We're sending a crew of three of our finest policeman out to look for your son. You said he has whiteish hair and brown eyes, right?"
"Yessir."
Yami sighed. "Alright, I'll tell them to be careful; there's a prison escapee who looks similar to your son from the descriptions you gave."
Ms. Bakura's breath caught in her throat. "What?! You mean there's a chance my Ryou could interact with a prisoner?!"
"Yes, ma'am." Yami said carefully as he listened for any changes in the woman's breathing, "But the desert is so large that I'm sure they're not even within a 100-mile radius of one another." Yami didn't believe himself, though. Chances were the two had run into one another, and because it would have been very hard for one person to survive in the desert alone, they would have started travelling together.
"I hope so, officer." Ms. Bakura sighed, her voice slightly calmer than it had been before. "Thank you."
"Not a problem." Yami replied as he hung the phone up.
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A tall, thin, brown haired man stood silently beside a more relaxed looking blonde with deep amber eyes. The blonde leaned into the other very slightly as they remained glued to their spots. Beside the two was a third boy, whose sharp hair stood up straight and ended in a point on his head. He stood slightly apart from the others, and gave anyone who saw him the impression that he had a tendency to fade into the background.
"Seto Kaiba."
The first of the three stepped forward, his lean and well-muscled figure catching the light coming in through the window of the police station. One glance at his face made it obvious that he was a very determined man, the kind who never allowed failure to be a possibility. His peircing blue eyes were watching Yami in curiosity of what kind of case could be so serious as to involve all three of them.
"Joseph Wheeler."
The blonde stepped forward, his hands shoved lazily into his pockets. He hardly looked the type to be a police officer. In fact, he looked more like a goofy high school student who wanted nothing more than recess all day long. But that youthful and energetic attitude was what made him an expert at under-cover operations. Not only that, but it was good to have him in the station for a good laugh when the atmosphere was tense.
"Tristan Taylor," Yami said, calling out the name of the third, quiet boy.
Stepping out from his spot in the shadows, the other brown-haired boy took his spot beside the blonde. The collars of his beige trench-coat raised to slightly past his ears as he stood with his eyebrows furrowed in deep thinking. His reserved nature gave him all he needed to find out information that would otherwise be unattainable when solving cases. In truth, he was a very nice person to get to know.
"You three are our most skilled officers." Yami started as he glanced at each of them individually, his eyes lingering on Seto and Joseph, or, as he liked to be called, Joey. He had noticed that the two had become... quite friendly with eachother, whereas at first they hadn't been able to be in the same room without an explosive argument. He had to smile inwardly at that. Clearing his throat, Yami returned to the topic at hand. "And I need you three to aid a Ms. Bakura in finding her missing son. He's about 5'6", whiteish hair, brown eyes. If you ask me, it sounds like he bears a striking resemblance to that prison escapee."
The three of them nodded curtly.
"And... Where exactly are we ta find this kid?" Joey asked, arching a thin golden eyebrow.
"Glad you asked." Yami said, "The desert. That's where his mother thinks he might have gone."
Seto looked up from his crossed arms, his gaze serious. "Isn't that also where the escaped prisoner is rumoured to have gone?"
Yami nodded.
"We'll have to get a move on as soon as we can, then. They probably met up by now, and are travelling together... If this boy of hers is lucky." Seto said, the strict look in his eyes unwavering. Joey and Tristan nodded.
"Yeah, let's get goin'." Joey said as he unconciously brushed his arm against Seto's.
//
"Bakura?" Ryou asked suddenly. The two had resumed their trek across the desert. Bakura still hadn't told Ryou precisely where they were headed for.
The slightly taller boy grunted in response; something Ryou had gotten used to. "Nn?"
Ryou glanced around for a moment. "Do you think my mom might'a called the cops or something 'cause I ran off without leaving any notes or any anythings?"
Bakura shrugged. "Most likely. In that case, we'll have to be extra careful not to stay in one place for too long, until we reach where we're going."
"Where /are/ we going?"
Silence was Ryou's answer as Bakura shrugged a second time. Finally, the Egyptian spoke. "Somewhere they'll never find us."
Ryou blinked momentarily, trying to understand exactly what Bakura had meant. He too shrugged and let himself drift into silence as he passed by the rotting corpse of a desert rabbit. Maggots had infested its corpse. Ryou made a face of slight disgust before turning his gaze away from the rabbit and infront of him.
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Wow. This chapter's turned out to be the longest one yet. I had a bit of a block writing the scene with his mother, but once I got passed that, the chapter took off and began running smoothly again. Anyways, please R/R!
_**The MINIMUM has been UPGRADED from -45- to -60- before I UPDATE**_
Ja!
~Shori Musei~
