Summary: Dreams. Dreams of a man that he had never met before in his life
began to haunt him. He had to save the mysterious stranger in his mind. But
how? Where and when would he meet this victim of a possible tragedy?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to.
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
This story will eventually contain Shonen Ai, don't like? DON'T READ!
-Blah- Emphasized words
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
*~*~~*~* Scene Change
*~*Flashback or Dream*~*
~*~ Character Focus Switch ~*~ (You'll get it.)
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Amber Skies
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*~* Ryou watched from an invisible vantage-point as a tall young man entered a car. The young man appeared to be his age, maybe a bit older, and had deep chestnut hair with strong, dazzling blue eyes. His stride spoke of power, and his face was hard, as though the perfect skin had been carved out of an extremely rare type of marble.
Ryou followed this stranger as he drove for a while, his mask slipping as he drove on further into the night. The face that emerged from beneath the mask of perfection was even more beautiful, if a man could be graced with such a word. Ryou felt as though he could stare at this person forever and never lose interest. Ryou began to notice familiar landmarks as the man proceeded further. He gave a cry of surprise as the young man drove past his own home, which was barely visible between the trees. The man looked straight in the direction that Ryou's cry had come from and threw his mask back into place.
Ryou stared back for a moment before crying out again as the young man began to swerve out of control. He watched in a grim fascination as the car slammed into a tree, it's driver slumping forwards onto the steering wheel, unconscious. Ryou tried to reach out and help him, but he was hurled back into the cruel world known as reality. *~*
Before he was even halfway awake, Ryou had tossed the covers back, and was searching frantically for his clothes. He had to help that man, and even though it was just a dream, Ryou somehow knew that it was quite real.
He threw on his clothes, and looked out the window for a moment at the dying sun. He had apparently slept for the entire day. No wonder; he had been driving all night, and he had been deprived of sleep even before that.
Not even bothering to look for Bakura, Ryou grabbed his keys and ran down the steps into the front yard. Fear was flooding through his veins, and his heart was in his ears. What if that beautiful face had been marred? Ryou wouldn't know what he would do if it had...
~*~ Seto Kaiba ~*~
Seto Kaiba was an important man. He owned his own company, inherited from his step-father after his death, was immensely rich, had a caring little brother, and was so damned hot that the very ground he walked on would melt at times. So what if he was arrogant? Billionaires who are the most important people in the country have a right to be. But, despite all his good points, Seto had a major flaw: he was psychic.
He could communicate with spirits, move things with his mind, read minds (which was an up because could always tell what his rival businessmen were thinking), and see the future, past, or present in dreams. Heck, he could even enter a person's dream if he had the desire to. It had taken him many years and many teachers to hone in all of his abilities to their maximum limits. Something that had been extremely costly, and not just money wise. People who knew that he was psychic would always ridicule him. So, at all times, he had to keep an icy mask present to keep others from figuring his secret out.
The mask was something that he neither liked nor wanted, but he had to use it. If emotions got in the way, he could be revealed or, make a wrong move and lose his multi-billion dollar corporation to some jack-ass that thought it would be funny to broadcast his weaknesses.
Currently, Seto Kaiba was on his way to visit a charity event of something or another. It wasn't as if he wanted to drive all day into the mountains and then have to deal with insubordinate individuals who thought that they could speak to him as though he were a dog. Not that anyone dared to, however. Being 6'3" did have it's advantages. His presence was quite intimidating, especially when he was angry in the slightest. Oh, Seto Kaiba had been known to send his workers screaming down the hallway with just a glance.
As the trip grew longer, his mask began to slip as he admired the country side. Mountains were rolling in every direction, and some were quite large. The sunset was casting purple, orange, and red rays of color onto the mountains, and even Seto Kaiba had to admire the view...
As he drove past a partially hidden house, a soft, almost indistinguishable cry alerted his senses. It came from his right, and he looked up to see the hazy form of a set of deep amber eyes. Someone was spying on him. It could be another psychic, a spirit, or a clairvoyant. Whichever way, it wasn't good for him.
The voice gave another cry as Seto lost control of his car. The steering wheel wouldn't cooperate with his wishes, and he was approaching a group of trees, quite quickly. His last thought before darkness overcame him in a painful flash was of his younger brother, Mokuba. Would the teen be all right if Seto died?
*~*~~*~*
~*~ Ryou ~*~
Ryou found the car quickly enough. It's front was curled around the tree and was smoking terribly. Something told Ryou that he had to get the young man out of the car, and fast. Ryou lifted his eyes to the sky and yelled, "It would be nice for some help, you know. He has to be -at least- two times the size of me!"
Bakura chose that time to make his presence known. He placed a hand onto Ryou's arm and squeezed it. "You have to hurry if you want to help him."
Ryou nodded and, with Bakura's help, they pulled Seto from the car, gently. Ryou gasped when his hand brushed against the smooth skin. It was like silk! Bakura rolled his eyes and helped Ryou place the young man in the backseat of the car. Ryou panted as he got into the front seat. That man had to be at least 6' and 170 lbs. Ryou himself was 5'6" and 135 lbs. That was a big difference. Starting up the car, Ryou missed the groan that escaped the man's lips.
*~*~~*~*
Ryou gently dabbed a wet cloth against the abrasion on the young man's forehead. Ryou took this time to admire the beauty before him. The hair was and soft as it looked, his skin was as soft as silk, and he had a lean, strong body. Ryou found himself blushing as he removed the satin shirt to tend to the wounds on the man's back. He wrapped the many cuts, some rather severe, and thanked his mother for making him take those first aid classes.
When Ryou finished, he watched the man sleep. No trace of the emotional mask that had been in place when Ryou first saw him was visible, and Ryou found himself wanting to see the deep blue eyes that were currently hiding beneath the closed lids.
"You look like a lovesick, fool." Bakura's words startled Ryou out of his trance like state.
He blushed as he looked up at his ghostly brother. "He's quite beautiful...."
Bakura snorted. "Gods, Ryou, you are a real odd one."
Ryou smiled as he stood and pulled the blankets over the stranger's form. "He'll need a lot of rest."
"And so will you. Hauling him out of that car, getting him up here, tending to his wounds, and watching over him for hours on end cannot be healthy."
Ryou sat down in a chair by the bed and grabbed a book. "I'll be fine. I slept all day."
Bakura rolled his eyes but disappeared. "Truly an odd one...."
*~*~~*~*
~*~ Seto ~*~
His head was killing him. It felt as though mini men were inside his brain and were pounding away at his head, all the while singing a badly tuned song. Lifting a hand to his eyes to block out the sunlight that was streaming into them, he laid his hand on the bandage that had been wound around his head. What the hell? The last thing he remembered was swerving into a tree...
Wincing, he dared to open his eyes, and was met with the sight of a small bedroom, furnished in deep shades of blue, and dark paneling. He slowly moved his eyes over to the chair that was next to the bed and quirked an eyebrow the best he could. In the chair, a effeminate looking young man sat, his head bowed as though sleeping. Giving another groan as he tried to figure out who the young man was, he shut his eyes. He would just think about it tomorrow. Right now, his head was pounding, and he desperately wanted to go back to sleep.
The only thought that he could make out as he fell asleep was, 'What in the hell is going on?'
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~* End Chapter Three. Hope you enjoyed!
Please review and don't flame.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to.
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
This story will eventually contain Shonen Ai, don't like? DON'T READ!
-Blah- Emphasized words
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
*~*~~*~* Scene Change
*~*Flashback or Dream*~*
~*~ Character Focus Switch ~*~ (You'll get it.)
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~*
Amber Skies
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~*
*~* Ryou watched from an invisible vantage-point as a tall young man entered a car. The young man appeared to be his age, maybe a bit older, and had deep chestnut hair with strong, dazzling blue eyes. His stride spoke of power, and his face was hard, as though the perfect skin had been carved out of an extremely rare type of marble.
Ryou followed this stranger as he drove for a while, his mask slipping as he drove on further into the night. The face that emerged from beneath the mask of perfection was even more beautiful, if a man could be graced with such a word. Ryou felt as though he could stare at this person forever and never lose interest. Ryou began to notice familiar landmarks as the man proceeded further. He gave a cry of surprise as the young man drove past his own home, which was barely visible between the trees. The man looked straight in the direction that Ryou's cry had come from and threw his mask back into place.
Ryou stared back for a moment before crying out again as the young man began to swerve out of control. He watched in a grim fascination as the car slammed into a tree, it's driver slumping forwards onto the steering wheel, unconscious. Ryou tried to reach out and help him, but he was hurled back into the cruel world known as reality. *~*
Before he was even halfway awake, Ryou had tossed the covers back, and was searching frantically for his clothes. He had to help that man, and even though it was just a dream, Ryou somehow knew that it was quite real.
He threw on his clothes, and looked out the window for a moment at the dying sun. He had apparently slept for the entire day. No wonder; he had been driving all night, and he had been deprived of sleep even before that.
Not even bothering to look for Bakura, Ryou grabbed his keys and ran down the steps into the front yard. Fear was flooding through his veins, and his heart was in his ears. What if that beautiful face had been marred? Ryou wouldn't know what he would do if it had...
~*~ Seto Kaiba ~*~
Seto Kaiba was an important man. He owned his own company, inherited from his step-father after his death, was immensely rich, had a caring little brother, and was so damned hot that the very ground he walked on would melt at times. So what if he was arrogant? Billionaires who are the most important people in the country have a right to be. But, despite all his good points, Seto had a major flaw: he was psychic.
He could communicate with spirits, move things with his mind, read minds (which was an up because could always tell what his rival businessmen were thinking), and see the future, past, or present in dreams. Heck, he could even enter a person's dream if he had the desire to. It had taken him many years and many teachers to hone in all of his abilities to their maximum limits. Something that had been extremely costly, and not just money wise. People who knew that he was psychic would always ridicule him. So, at all times, he had to keep an icy mask present to keep others from figuring his secret out.
The mask was something that he neither liked nor wanted, but he had to use it. If emotions got in the way, he could be revealed or, make a wrong move and lose his multi-billion dollar corporation to some jack-ass that thought it would be funny to broadcast his weaknesses.
Currently, Seto Kaiba was on his way to visit a charity event of something or another. It wasn't as if he wanted to drive all day into the mountains and then have to deal with insubordinate individuals who thought that they could speak to him as though he were a dog. Not that anyone dared to, however. Being 6'3" did have it's advantages. His presence was quite intimidating, especially when he was angry in the slightest. Oh, Seto Kaiba had been known to send his workers screaming down the hallway with just a glance.
As the trip grew longer, his mask began to slip as he admired the country side. Mountains were rolling in every direction, and some were quite large. The sunset was casting purple, orange, and red rays of color onto the mountains, and even Seto Kaiba had to admire the view...
As he drove past a partially hidden house, a soft, almost indistinguishable cry alerted his senses. It came from his right, and he looked up to see the hazy form of a set of deep amber eyes. Someone was spying on him. It could be another psychic, a spirit, or a clairvoyant. Whichever way, it wasn't good for him.
The voice gave another cry as Seto lost control of his car. The steering wheel wouldn't cooperate with his wishes, and he was approaching a group of trees, quite quickly. His last thought before darkness overcame him in a painful flash was of his younger brother, Mokuba. Would the teen be all right if Seto died?
*~*~~*~*
~*~ Ryou ~*~
Ryou found the car quickly enough. It's front was curled around the tree and was smoking terribly. Something told Ryou that he had to get the young man out of the car, and fast. Ryou lifted his eyes to the sky and yelled, "It would be nice for some help, you know. He has to be -at least- two times the size of me!"
Bakura chose that time to make his presence known. He placed a hand onto Ryou's arm and squeezed it. "You have to hurry if you want to help him."
Ryou nodded and, with Bakura's help, they pulled Seto from the car, gently. Ryou gasped when his hand brushed against the smooth skin. It was like silk! Bakura rolled his eyes and helped Ryou place the young man in the backseat of the car. Ryou panted as he got into the front seat. That man had to be at least 6' and 170 lbs. Ryou himself was 5'6" and 135 lbs. That was a big difference. Starting up the car, Ryou missed the groan that escaped the man's lips.
*~*~~*~*
Ryou gently dabbed a wet cloth against the abrasion on the young man's forehead. Ryou took this time to admire the beauty before him. The hair was and soft as it looked, his skin was as soft as silk, and he had a lean, strong body. Ryou found himself blushing as he removed the satin shirt to tend to the wounds on the man's back. He wrapped the many cuts, some rather severe, and thanked his mother for making him take those first aid classes.
When Ryou finished, he watched the man sleep. No trace of the emotional mask that had been in place when Ryou first saw him was visible, and Ryou found himself wanting to see the deep blue eyes that were currently hiding beneath the closed lids.
"You look like a lovesick, fool." Bakura's words startled Ryou out of his trance like state.
He blushed as he looked up at his ghostly brother. "He's quite beautiful...."
Bakura snorted. "Gods, Ryou, you are a real odd one."
Ryou smiled as he stood and pulled the blankets over the stranger's form. "He'll need a lot of rest."
"And so will you. Hauling him out of that car, getting him up here, tending to his wounds, and watching over him for hours on end cannot be healthy."
Ryou sat down in a chair by the bed and grabbed a book. "I'll be fine. I slept all day."
Bakura rolled his eyes but disappeared. "Truly an odd one...."
*~*~~*~*
~*~ Seto ~*~
His head was killing him. It felt as though mini men were inside his brain and were pounding away at his head, all the while singing a badly tuned song. Lifting a hand to his eyes to block out the sunlight that was streaming into them, he laid his hand on the bandage that had been wound around his head. What the hell? The last thing he remembered was swerving into a tree...
Wincing, he dared to open his eyes, and was met with the sight of a small bedroom, furnished in deep shades of blue, and dark paneling. He slowly moved his eyes over to the chair that was next to the bed and quirked an eyebrow the best he could. In the chair, a effeminate looking young man sat, his head bowed as though sleeping. Giving another groan as he tried to figure out who the young man was, he shut his eyes. He would just think about it tomorrow. Right now, his head was pounding, and he desperately wanted to go back to sleep.
The only thought that he could make out as he fell asleep was, 'What in the hell is going on?'
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~* End Chapter Three. Hope you enjoyed!
Please review and don't flame.