A Warm Heart in a Cold Desert
Disclaimer: o_o You mean I don't own YGO? Aww. *Pouts*
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, maybe some Seto/Joey
Warnings/Other: Yaoi (Don't like? Don't read.), angst, death, maybe some OOC. Hi to D, Tia, and Avery ^_^. Yet another fight scene.
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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Once Bakura had fallen asleep with Ryou in his arms, Marik and Malik decided to buy the quartet some time in thier desert home. Marik grabbed a blanket from his backpack and brought it with them as they exited the cave, the moonlight glimmering above them. They quickly set to work erasing all of Bakura's footsteps locatable that might lead any and all police officers to the cave. Though they erased most of the footprints, they remained near the cave, in case something were to happen and they needed to know.
They worked efficiently and quietly, occasionally breaking the silence to share an idea with the other. Malik suggested the duo leave a confusing path in the sands. Marik was the one to actually carry out the task, as he made a trail of footsteps leading directly away from the cave. Then, he turned around and walked back to the others with Malik by his side, erasing his second set of footsteps in the process. When he climbed back inside the dimly lit safety of the cave, he couldn't help but sigh. Bakura's eyes were shut, and his breathing was soft, but Marik could tell he wasn't asleep anymore.
"I'm back." The tall Egyptian said to no one inparticular.
Bakura looked up from his shoes, "So I see."
Ryou shifted in his sleep, burrying his head into Bakura's shoulder. Malik watched the youngest of the four with a compassionate gaze. To say he felt sorry for Ryou was the understatement of his entire life.
Sighing, Malik allowed the silence to take over once again as he slid to the dusty ground beside Marik, resting his head on the other's shoulder.
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The blonde police officer sighed out of pure boredom and drummed his fingers lazily on his denim-clad knee. He had been driving through the desert with Seto and Tristan for what seemed to him like hours, with no success or leads at all. Yawning, he considered attempting sleep, but he knew it wouldn't look too good for his record at the police station if he were to fall asleep on the job. He also knew he couldn't start blasting hard core rock music either, as that was the only thing which would prevent him from sleeping, because it would draw attention to the trio. Sometimes, Joey hated his job.
Seto kept his eyes sharply aware for anything even mildly out of the ordinary as he turned the desert jeep towards a rock formation off in the distance. He pulled the vehicle to a stop when a furry brown something caught his eye. From his spot in the drivers' seat, he glared down dissaprovingly at the dead, mangled rabbit corpse lying pitifully on the sand. A couple maggots were eating what was left of the dead skin.
"Disgusting." Seto grunted, catching the attention of Tristan and Joey.
Tristan glanced at Seto, "What?"
"'Dat." Joey answered for the stoic blue-eyed brunette. He pointed a tanned finger at the dead animal.
"I feel kind of bad for it. I know I wouldn't like to be eaten once I died." Tristan muttered in response, a flash of sympathy crossing his hazel eyes.
Seto, the oldest of the three by a year and two months, unbuckled his seat belt and motioned to put the jeep in 'park' when a hand placed itself on his. He looked up into a smiling pair of deep amber eyes encased by gently hanging golden tresses. A ghost of a small smile crossed Seto's naturally thin lips in response. Joey's smile was entrancing and warm as he released Seto's hand, forever engraving the past few seconds into his memory, Seto doing the same.
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The three officers exited the car, and instantly began scanning the area for anything else one wouldn't find while walking through a mostly barren desert. Joey and Tristan followed slightly behind Seto, since he had about six month's more experience than them, although all of them were skilled enough to catch even the most cunning and unreachable of criminals.
Seto stopped walking without notice, and held his hand out to his side a fraction of an inch, signaling to the other two that he found something that could be of use. He knelt down in the sand. careful not to touch any of the fading footprints. As Bakura had seen earlier, one set of footsteps seemed to be chasing the other, and there was an obvious point at which a struggle took place. Taking a look around the area, Seto saw a third, different, set of footprints, but this third set looked as if it came from a seperate direction. He gazed off into the distance; the third set dissapeared a ways' off. It didn't make sense in Seto's logical mind: People didn't just appear out of nowhere and walk somewhere in sands without leaving traces of some kind.
The slightly older set of prints turned and went over a sand dune, to a pit with what seemed to be an extinguished fire pit in the center of a cleverly done circle of small, moveable rocks. "You two stay here. I'll be right back." Seto said, as he followed to two sets of prints down to the pit. Signs of another fight were present at first, and he saw strange looking lumps, half covered in sand, protruding from the sand.
He jumped down the last few feet of the dune. His eyes widened considerably at the sight before him. Four dead bodies lay strewn about like dolls. One of the four had an inch-wide wound in his neck; Seto cringed at being able to see right through the bloodied mess of skin to the desert on the other side. Another corpse had a deep slash across the forehead, and a crippling black-and-purple bruise to the neck. The third body Seto saw had a vicious cut in the stomach. Whoever had killed these three men obviously showed no mercy, judging by the various degress of mutilation. But what made Seto blanch was the fourth, decapitated body lying a few feet apart from the others.
Not only was this man's stomach punctured in at least three places, but the right side of his face was torn apart to the bone, with a thin, curving cut peircing through paled flesh, dead muscle, and even the bone itself. Huge bruises were present on the corpse's back and head, which, Seto noticed with a cringe, was completely severed from the body. Blood was still oozing slowly and painfully from the cut artery, dripping into the sands and tinting the golden specks a sickening brown. Seto stood slowly, casting his ice-cold gaze at the destroyed body before him. A quick glance around the pit revealed there to be something else that caught Seto's eye.
A pair of blue Crosstrekker's sneakers, two slightly bloody socks, and an even bloodier pair of pants lay disguarded on the side of the decapitated man's body. Seto narrowed his eyes. Something very strange had to have happened for a scene so purely inhuman and twisted to even exist. He took another look around the area, then started back to meet up with Joey and Tristan. He had a lot to tell them.
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When Seto had finally climbed back up the sand dune, Joey had just hung up his cell phone. Seto gave the blonde a curious glare, with no harm intended. Joey pocketed his cell phone and turned to Seto.
"I just called Yami."
"And?" Seto arched a thin brown eyebrow.
Tristan stepped forward to Joey's side, "He said to wait until they send out a team of homicide investigators."
The blonde nodded. "Yeah."
"Figures he'd tell us to wait." Seto grumbled, his gaze lingering on Joey's endlessly deep and mystefying golden orbs. He reluctantly removed his gaze, and turned in the opposite direction.
"Seto, where ya goin'?! Yami said ta stay here!" Joey exclaimed, silently hoping he could get another chance to touch the tall brunette's hand.
Seto shrugged. "Wherever. I should be back by the time those investigators arrive." He said, walking off.
Joey sighed, and slumped his shoulders, leaning against the cool metal of the jeep, his eyelids lightly closed over his eyes.
"You like him." Tristan grinned, breaking the silence.
One amber eye peeked open and peered at Tristan. Joey stared at his innocently smiling friend, an unreadable expression on his face. It wasn't of anger. It was more of a mix between shocked and startled, as Joey closed his eye again and began the long wait for the homicide investigators to arrive.
Tristan chuckled to himself.
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Seto wandered around the general area for a while, until he found yet another set of footsteps. The mystery with all the different tracks was really starting to bother him. How could anyone just appear in one spot, with no tracks leading up to where the footsteps began, take about ten steps, and then just dissapear? He followed the footprints yet again, and glanced around suspiciously. He spotted what looked like a reasonably inhabitable cave, and began walking towards it.
"I wouldn't go there if I were you." A dark, steady, confident voice said from behind Seto. The police officer spun on his heel, aiming the barrel of a gun at the speaker.
A tall, shadowed teen with spiky, pale hair and livid dark eyes stood firmly with arms crossed. He glared straight into Seto's eyes. With a single, fluid motion, he had knocked the gun out of Seto's hand, and hit him square in the jaw. Seto growled in response, and aimed a powerful punch back at his attacker, only to find him gone. His vision suddenly blackened as something heavy and metal hit the back of his head. He fell to the ground, having been knocked out from the impact of the assault.
"I warned you. But now you and your friends are going to be looking for us." He sneered, hurrying back to the others.
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Marik reentered the cave, where Malik and Bakura were standing. Marik and helped Bakura get Ryou onto his back, since they were going to have to leave the area immediately, now that police were on to them. Malik had Ryou's backpack on his shoulders. They set off into the desert, Bakura trailing slightly behind Marik and Malik due to the half-asleep boy he was carrying.
Bakura felt so horrible for bringing Ryou into his tangled web of misfortunes. He knew neither of them had eaten a real meal for days, although occassionally they would stop and take a bite out of a cactus without a lot of thorns. And he knew how hard it must have been for Ryou to adjust to living a nomad's life, travelling aimlessly in the desert for however long, without a roof over his head and without a place to call home. Bakura had hoped Marik and Malik's hidden desert cave would have served as a temporary place to live, but of course, nothing ever seemed to go Bakura's way nowadays. He sighed as he stepped over a couple small rocks.
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After what seemed like ages, he was told he could stop walking, a relief since his leg wound was smarting and causing him a lot of pain. They had come to rest underneath what Bakura thought of as a large, stone canopy of sorts. He sat down gingerly once Malik had taken temporary hold of Ryou, making sure not to put too much pressure on his leg. Once he was sitting down securely, he took Ryou into his arms and held tim tight. He would never let him leave his sight again.
Marik and Malik had gone off shortly afterwards to scout around the area, in case they needed to find any quick escape routes. Bakura took advantage of their absence and gently cuddled Ryou in his arms. He wasn't quite sure if he was in love with his kind-hearted look-a-like, but he definetly felt an attatchment of some sort. Hatred still burned inside him at the mere thought of what Duveil did to his Ryou as he drew circles on Ryou's hand with his thumb. Ryou's skin was young and soft.
The dried blood on Bakura's sleeve was starting to bother him, but he couldn't reach into his pocket and extract his dagger to cut off his sleeve right now. Ryou would probably never trust him again if he even so much as metioned the blade which had killed so brutally. Gently, Bakura kissed Ryou's forehead, cupping the smaller boy's face with a tender hand. Ryou's eyes snapped open as Bakura's lips left his forehead.
"You're awake." Bakura said, the corners of his lips turning up into a small smile. "You had us worried."
Ryou looked around, unfamiliar with the new territory. "Where are we?"
It was so good for Bakura to hear Ryou's voice. "We had to leave the cave." Bakura's expression turned serious. "The cops are on to me, and now Marik as well. They found the bodies of those men I killed. I was already in trouble for escaping from prison, but now if they ever catch me..." the silver-haired Egyptian trailed off. "One of the cops stumbled across where we were. He knocked him out. Both of us are very much dead if we ever get caught now."
Ryou's eyes widened as he shook his head, taking Bakura's hand in his. Just as he had done previously, he drew Bakura's hand up to his lips and kissed each of the fingers. Then, instead of releasing Bakura's hand, he smoothed out the palm and held it against his face. "They can't catch you. You'll be put to death..." Ryou's voice was forced, it sounded as if he was fighting to hold back tears.
"I know," Bakura muttered despondently, "I know."
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Joey glanced at Tristan. "I'm startin' ta get worried 'bout Seto. I know Yami's people aren't here yet, but he's been gone for over half an hour..."
"We have to stay put." Tristan responded. He too was a little concerned about what was taking Seto so long. It had been a while.
The blonde turned and flopped onto his back in the backseat of the jeep, hands behind his head. His tawny bangs hung infront of golden brown orbs. Joey glared at his hair and pushed it out of his face. He placed his right ankle over his left and stared up at the jeep's roof. Silence took over once again between the two, until Tristan climbed into the front seat and kicked his feet up.
"'ey, Tristan?"
Tristan turned around in his seat and looked at Joey curiously.
"Ya don' think anythin' happened to 'im, do ya?"
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Shori: *Peeks out from behind a random reviewer* ...can I come out now?
Bakura: *Deathglares Shori*
Shori: ...I'll take that as a no. Anyways, guys, thanks for reviewing. Please continue to do so! The review counter is now updated to 115, which is, as you probably guessed, 15 more than the previous minimum thingy. (actually, 15 more than the reviews I have at this moment, heh)
Bakura: No amount of reviews will save you from me if you don't get Ryou better.
Shori: o___o shmeep. Just remember Bakura, you can't kill me. Because if you do, no one will be able to write any more chapters.
Bakura: ... I hate you ... *Walks off cursing in Egyptian*
Shori: ^__^;
Disclaimer: o_o You mean I don't own YGO? Aww. *Pouts*
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, maybe some Seto/Joey
Warnings/Other: Yaoi (Don't like? Don't read.), angst, death, maybe some OOC. Hi to D, Tia, and Avery ^_^. Yet another fight scene.
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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Once Bakura had fallen asleep with Ryou in his arms, Marik and Malik decided to buy the quartet some time in thier desert home. Marik grabbed a blanket from his backpack and brought it with them as they exited the cave, the moonlight glimmering above them. They quickly set to work erasing all of Bakura's footsteps locatable that might lead any and all police officers to the cave. Though they erased most of the footprints, they remained near the cave, in case something were to happen and they needed to know.
They worked efficiently and quietly, occasionally breaking the silence to share an idea with the other. Malik suggested the duo leave a confusing path in the sands. Marik was the one to actually carry out the task, as he made a trail of footsteps leading directly away from the cave. Then, he turned around and walked back to the others with Malik by his side, erasing his second set of footsteps in the process. When he climbed back inside the dimly lit safety of the cave, he couldn't help but sigh. Bakura's eyes were shut, and his breathing was soft, but Marik could tell he wasn't asleep anymore.
"I'm back." The tall Egyptian said to no one inparticular.
Bakura looked up from his shoes, "So I see."
Ryou shifted in his sleep, burrying his head into Bakura's shoulder. Malik watched the youngest of the four with a compassionate gaze. To say he felt sorry for Ryou was the understatement of his entire life.
Sighing, Malik allowed the silence to take over once again as he slid to the dusty ground beside Marik, resting his head on the other's shoulder.
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The blonde police officer sighed out of pure boredom and drummed his fingers lazily on his denim-clad knee. He had been driving through the desert with Seto and Tristan for what seemed to him like hours, with no success or leads at all. Yawning, he considered attempting sleep, but he knew it wouldn't look too good for his record at the police station if he were to fall asleep on the job. He also knew he couldn't start blasting hard core rock music either, as that was the only thing which would prevent him from sleeping, because it would draw attention to the trio. Sometimes, Joey hated his job.
Seto kept his eyes sharply aware for anything even mildly out of the ordinary as he turned the desert jeep towards a rock formation off in the distance. He pulled the vehicle to a stop when a furry brown something caught his eye. From his spot in the drivers' seat, he glared down dissaprovingly at the dead, mangled rabbit corpse lying pitifully on the sand. A couple maggots were eating what was left of the dead skin.
"Disgusting." Seto grunted, catching the attention of Tristan and Joey.
Tristan glanced at Seto, "What?"
"'Dat." Joey answered for the stoic blue-eyed brunette. He pointed a tanned finger at the dead animal.
"I feel kind of bad for it. I know I wouldn't like to be eaten once I died." Tristan muttered in response, a flash of sympathy crossing his hazel eyes.
Seto, the oldest of the three by a year and two months, unbuckled his seat belt and motioned to put the jeep in 'park' when a hand placed itself on his. He looked up into a smiling pair of deep amber eyes encased by gently hanging golden tresses. A ghost of a small smile crossed Seto's naturally thin lips in response. Joey's smile was entrancing and warm as he released Seto's hand, forever engraving the past few seconds into his memory, Seto doing the same.
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The three officers exited the car, and instantly began scanning the area for anything else one wouldn't find while walking through a mostly barren desert. Joey and Tristan followed slightly behind Seto, since he had about six month's more experience than them, although all of them were skilled enough to catch even the most cunning and unreachable of criminals.
Seto stopped walking without notice, and held his hand out to his side a fraction of an inch, signaling to the other two that he found something that could be of use. He knelt down in the sand. careful not to touch any of the fading footprints. As Bakura had seen earlier, one set of footsteps seemed to be chasing the other, and there was an obvious point at which a struggle took place. Taking a look around the area, Seto saw a third, different, set of footprints, but this third set looked as if it came from a seperate direction. He gazed off into the distance; the third set dissapeared a ways' off. It didn't make sense in Seto's logical mind: People didn't just appear out of nowhere and walk somewhere in sands without leaving traces of some kind.
The slightly older set of prints turned and went over a sand dune, to a pit with what seemed to be an extinguished fire pit in the center of a cleverly done circle of small, moveable rocks. "You two stay here. I'll be right back." Seto said, as he followed to two sets of prints down to the pit. Signs of another fight were present at first, and he saw strange looking lumps, half covered in sand, protruding from the sand.
He jumped down the last few feet of the dune. His eyes widened considerably at the sight before him. Four dead bodies lay strewn about like dolls. One of the four had an inch-wide wound in his neck; Seto cringed at being able to see right through the bloodied mess of skin to the desert on the other side. Another corpse had a deep slash across the forehead, and a crippling black-and-purple bruise to the neck. The third body Seto saw had a vicious cut in the stomach. Whoever had killed these three men obviously showed no mercy, judging by the various degress of mutilation. But what made Seto blanch was the fourth, decapitated body lying a few feet apart from the others.
Not only was this man's stomach punctured in at least three places, but the right side of his face was torn apart to the bone, with a thin, curving cut peircing through paled flesh, dead muscle, and even the bone itself. Huge bruises were present on the corpse's back and head, which, Seto noticed with a cringe, was completely severed from the body. Blood was still oozing slowly and painfully from the cut artery, dripping into the sands and tinting the golden specks a sickening brown. Seto stood slowly, casting his ice-cold gaze at the destroyed body before him. A quick glance around the pit revealed there to be something else that caught Seto's eye.
A pair of blue Crosstrekker's sneakers, two slightly bloody socks, and an even bloodier pair of pants lay disguarded on the side of the decapitated man's body. Seto narrowed his eyes. Something very strange had to have happened for a scene so purely inhuman and twisted to even exist. He took another look around the area, then started back to meet up with Joey and Tristan. He had a lot to tell them.
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When Seto had finally climbed back up the sand dune, Joey had just hung up his cell phone. Seto gave the blonde a curious glare, with no harm intended. Joey pocketed his cell phone and turned to Seto.
"I just called Yami."
"And?" Seto arched a thin brown eyebrow.
Tristan stepped forward to Joey's side, "He said to wait until they send out a team of homicide investigators."
The blonde nodded. "Yeah."
"Figures he'd tell us to wait." Seto grumbled, his gaze lingering on Joey's endlessly deep and mystefying golden orbs. He reluctantly removed his gaze, and turned in the opposite direction.
"Seto, where ya goin'?! Yami said ta stay here!" Joey exclaimed, silently hoping he could get another chance to touch the tall brunette's hand.
Seto shrugged. "Wherever. I should be back by the time those investigators arrive." He said, walking off.
Joey sighed, and slumped his shoulders, leaning against the cool metal of the jeep, his eyelids lightly closed over his eyes.
"You like him." Tristan grinned, breaking the silence.
One amber eye peeked open and peered at Tristan. Joey stared at his innocently smiling friend, an unreadable expression on his face. It wasn't of anger. It was more of a mix between shocked and startled, as Joey closed his eye again and began the long wait for the homicide investigators to arrive.
Tristan chuckled to himself.
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Seto wandered around the general area for a while, until he found yet another set of footsteps. The mystery with all the different tracks was really starting to bother him. How could anyone just appear in one spot, with no tracks leading up to where the footsteps began, take about ten steps, and then just dissapear? He followed the footprints yet again, and glanced around suspiciously. He spotted what looked like a reasonably inhabitable cave, and began walking towards it.
"I wouldn't go there if I were you." A dark, steady, confident voice said from behind Seto. The police officer spun on his heel, aiming the barrel of a gun at the speaker.
A tall, shadowed teen with spiky, pale hair and livid dark eyes stood firmly with arms crossed. He glared straight into Seto's eyes. With a single, fluid motion, he had knocked the gun out of Seto's hand, and hit him square in the jaw. Seto growled in response, and aimed a powerful punch back at his attacker, only to find him gone. His vision suddenly blackened as something heavy and metal hit the back of his head. He fell to the ground, having been knocked out from the impact of the assault.
"I warned you. But now you and your friends are going to be looking for us." He sneered, hurrying back to the others.
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Marik reentered the cave, where Malik and Bakura were standing. Marik and helped Bakura get Ryou onto his back, since they were going to have to leave the area immediately, now that police were on to them. Malik had Ryou's backpack on his shoulders. They set off into the desert, Bakura trailing slightly behind Marik and Malik due to the half-asleep boy he was carrying.
Bakura felt so horrible for bringing Ryou into his tangled web of misfortunes. He knew neither of them had eaten a real meal for days, although occassionally they would stop and take a bite out of a cactus without a lot of thorns. And he knew how hard it must have been for Ryou to adjust to living a nomad's life, travelling aimlessly in the desert for however long, without a roof over his head and without a place to call home. Bakura had hoped Marik and Malik's hidden desert cave would have served as a temporary place to live, but of course, nothing ever seemed to go Bakura's way nowadays. He sighed as he stepped over a couple small rocks.
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After what seemed like ages, he was told he could stop walking, a relief since his leg wound was smarting and causing him a lot of pain. They had come to rest underneath what Bakura thought of as a large, stone canopy of sorts. He sat down gingerly once Malik had taken temporary hold of Ryou, making sure not to put too much pressure on his leg. Once he was sitting down securely, he took Ryou into his arms and held tim tight. He would never let him leave his sight again.
Marik and Malik had gone off shortly afterwards to scout around the area, in case they needed to find any quick escape routes. Bakura took advantage of their absence and gently cuddled Ryou in his arms. He wasn't quite sure if he was in love with his kind-hearted look-a-like, but he definetly felt an attatchment of some sort. Hatred still burned inside him at the mere thought of what Duveil did to his Ryou as he drew circles on Ryou's hand with his thumb. Ryou's skin was young and soft.
The dried blood on Bakura's sleeve was starting to bother him, but he couldn't reach into his pocket and extract his dagger to cut off his sleeve right now. Ryou would probably never trust him again if he even so much as metioned the blade which had killed so brutally. Gently, Bakura kissed Ryou's forehead, cupping the smaller boy's face with a tender hand. Ryou's eyes snapped open as Bakura's lips left his forehead.
"You're awake." Bakura said, the corners of his lips turning up into a small smile. "You had us worried."
Ryou looked around, unfamiliar with the new territory. "Where are we?"
It was so good for Bakura to hear Ryou's voice. "We had to leave the cave." Bakura's expression turned serious. "The cops are on to me, and now Marik as well. They found the bodies of those men I killed. I was already in trouble for escaping from prison, but now if they ever catch me..." the silver-haired Egyptian trailed off. "One of the cops stumbled across where we were. He knocked him out. Both of us are very much dead if we ever get caught now."
Ryou's eyes widened as he shook his head, taking Bakura's hand in his. Just as he had done previously, he drew Bakura's hand up to his lips and kissed each of the fingers. Then, instead of releasing Bakura's hand, he smoothed out the palm and held it against his face. "They can't catch you. You'll be put to death..." Ryou's voice was forced, it sounded as if he was fighting to hold back tears.
"I know," Bakura muttered despondently, "I know."
//
Joey glanced at Tristan. "I'm startin' ta get worried 'bout Seto. I know Yami's people aren't here yet, but he's been gone for over half an hour..."
"We have to stay put." Tristan responded. He too was a little concerned about what was taking Seto so long. It had been a while.
The blonde turned and flopped onto his back in the backseat of the jeep, hands behind his head. His tawny bangs hung infront of golden brown orbs. Joey glared at his hair and pushed it out of his face. He placed his right ankle over his left and stared up at the jeep's roof. Silence took over once again between the two, until Tristan climbed into the front seat and kicked his feet up.
"'ey, Tristan?"
Tristan turned around in his seat and looked at Joey curiously.
"Ya don' think anythin' happened to 'im, do ya?"
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Shori: *Peeks out from behind a random reviewer* ...can I come out now?
Bakura: *Deathglares Shori*
Shori: ...I'll take that as a no. Anyways, guys, thanks for reviewing. Please continue to do so! The review counter is now updated to 115, which is, as you probably guessed, 15 more than the previous minimum thingy. (actually, 15 more than the reviews I have at this moment, heh)
Bakura: No amount of reviews will save you from me if you don't get Ryou better.
Shori: o___o shmeep. Just remember Bakura, you can't kill me. Because if you do, no one will be able to write any more chapters.
Bakura: ... I hate you ... *Walks off cursing in Egyptian*
Shori: ^__^;
