Summary: Questions. So many questions, and not enough answers. Seto is
faced with answering a question that could break Ryou's heart, and the
ghost from the past is accusing Ryou of crimes he's never committed.
Just a warning: Seto will be acting a –bit- OOC. Don't worry, though. He'll be the arrogant, cocky, and stoic again soon enough.
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.)
/Mind Speaking/
//Reply Mind Speaking//
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Amber Skies
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Bakura raised an eyebrow skeptically at Ryou when the twin told him his story of their mother. Seto was still gone, as he had been for the past few days, and Bakura wondered whether or not if the psychic could verify Ryou's story. Ryou had been frantic when he had found Bakura, and had had a hard time trying to form words to tell him his story. Apparently, their mother had shown up in the house, and she wanted to stick around for a while to see how her son was doing.
Bakura hardly believed the tale. From what their father had mentioned, his mother would often avoid the twins like the plague, always muttering something about how they were cursed. She was a gentle woman, but not in her right mind all the time...
Ryou's eyes were bright as he watched Bakura's face for any sign of emotion that would reveal his feelings on the return of their mom. When he received no such reaction, Ryou frowned and reached up to touch Bakura's cheek.
"Hey. Are you all right? You're awfully quiet."
Bakura glanced down at his brother for a moment before looking out of the bedroom window above Ryou's bed.
"Somehow this doesn't feel right, Ryou. Why would she come back now after twenty years?"
Ryou smiled up at him, almost as if his answer was the most obvious in the world. "She said that she wanted to check on us. See how we were doing."
Bakura snorted. "Does she know I'm dead?"
Ryou frowned; he hated the word 'dead'. "She didn't mention it..."
"I think she's just a ghost pretending to be our mother. She wants something from you, Ryou. Why else would she come back to us after this long time? I don't buy the story of wanting to check on us."
Ryou sighed; he never had an easy time convincing Bakura of things he didn't want to believe. "Think what you may, but I know its Mom."
Bakura nodded, and allowed Ryou to leave the room, saying something about watching to see if Seto would be coming back soon.
"I'll believe you for now, Ryou, but I don't really trust what's going on around here..."
*~*~~*~*
*~* "Ryou..."
Ryou looked around blindly; all he could see were the colors that were dancing around inside his mind. He couldn't pinpoint the source of the voice, but kept looking for it desperately.
"Mama?" Ryou's voice was small; curious. Across the canvas of his thoughts, he could see small flecks of yellow, fear; green, curiosity; and red, frustration or anger. "Mama, I can't see you..."
"Ryou...Why did you leave me?" Her soft voice floated into his awareness once again.
Ryou's eyes widened. "Mama, I didn't leave you! You passed away...Daddy said that we couldn't come with you..."
"Daddy was wrong. Why didn't you follow?"
Ryou clenched his fists. "Bakura said we had to stay..."
"Bakura was wrong..."
"Mama, Bakura doesn't believe me..."
"That's Ok."
"Bakura's gone...just like you..."
"I know..."
"Mama, why didn't you come back?"
"Why didn't you come with me, Ryou?"
"I couldn't come, Mama..."
"You abandoned me..."
Ryou started to search for the source of his mother's voice frantically. He had to show her: he had to prove to her that he believed she was there; that he didn't mean to leave her.
"I didn't abandon you..."
"You left me for your stupid father!"
Ryou was crying now. "Don't be angry, Mama. I wanted to stay with you..."
"Then why didn't you? Why did you stay with your father? You knew that you could come with me; be with me until the end of time!"
Ryou reached out, trying to console his mother. "Don't yell, Mama. Please don't yell..." Ryou reached out again, this time grabbing a fist full of clothing. With a sharp cry, he was hurtled back into the waking world...*~*
Ryou found himself grasping the expensive cloth of Seto's shirt, staring into puzzled sapphire eyes. Seto was sitting on his bed, one arm bracing him over Ryou's side, and the other on Ryou's shoulder. Seto lifted the hand off of Ryou's shoulder and gently wiped the sweat off of Ryou's forehead.
"Are you all right? You were calling for me..." Seto trailed off, not knowing how to continue his words.
Ryou loosened his grip on Seto's shirt and pulled his hand back. "I didn't know that..."
"What were you dreaming about? You had your walls up and I couldn't find out..." His voice was still soft and awkward, as though he rarely used such a tone.
Ryou decided that he liked the warmth that was spreading from Seto's body through the blankets. "My mother..."
Seto looked at his out of the corner of his eye. "Bakura's told me about that."
"Do you believe me?"
"I don't know."
"How long have you been back?" Ryou wanted to change the subject; he didn't like the feeling stirring in his chest over the conversation about his mother.
Seto looked over to the window above Ryou's bed and frowned, obviously trying to calculate how long he had been in the home. "A few hours at most." He looked down at Ryou's frail hand, which was now playing with the embroidered design on his shirt. It was of a rose, and the petals were a deep red, which were almost undistinguishable against the black fabric in the dark.
Ryou's eyes rose, a blush staining his cheeks as he let go of Seto's shirt. "I'm sorry..."
His own small blush staining his cheeks, Seto stood from the bed and left the room with a soft, "Goodnight."
Ryou watched him leave the room, and smiled warmly to himself. There was something stirring in his chest, and he felt rather good having woken up to Seto's concerned face after a nightmare. So, feeling content, he fell asleep with the vision of sapphire eyes shining dancing in his mind.
*~*~~*~*
Seto stood in front of his window in his room, watching as the moon rose higher in the sky, bathing the land in a silver glow. He sensed the presence behind him before he heard it, and he sighed as Bakura came into view out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you want?"
Bakura placed his hand onto the window, and sighed himself. "I need to ask you something. As much as it hurts my pride, you're the only one who can help."
Seto glanced at Bakura, and noted the melancholy look on the man's face.
"What is it?"
Bakura turned to face Seto, and looked him square in his eyes. "I need to know how I get from this world to the next. It's getting close to my time to go, and I don't know how to go about it."
"What are you saying?"
"How do I get to the other side?"
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End Chapter Eight! Hope you enjoyed!
Please review and don't flame.
Just a warning: Seto will be acting a –bit- OOC. Don't worry, though. He'll be the arrogant, cocky, and stoic again soon enough.
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.)
/Mind Speaking/
//Reply Mind Speaking//
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~*
Amber Skies
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~*
Bakura raised an eyebrow skeptically at Ryou when the twin told him his story of their mother. Seto was still gone, as he had been for the past few days, and Bakura wondered whether or not if the psychic could verify Ryou's story. Ryou had been frantic when he had found Bakura, and had had a hard time trying to form words to tell him his story. Apparently, their mother had shown up in the house, and she wanted to stick around for a while to see how her son was doing.
Bakura hardly believed the tale. From what their father had mentioned, his mother would often avoid the twins like the plague, always muttering something about how they were cursed. She was a gentle woman, but not in her right mind all the time...
Ryou's eyes were bright as he watched Bakura's face for any sign of emotion that would reveal his feelings on the return of their mom. When he received no such reaction, Ryou frowned and reached up to touch Bakura's cheek.
"Hey. Are you all right? You're awfully quiet."
Bakura glanced down at his brother for a moment before looking out of the bedroom window above Ryou's bed.
"Somehow this doesn't feel right, Ryou. Why would she come back now after twenty years?"
Ryou smiled up at him, almost as if his answer was the most obvious in the world. "She said that she wanted to check on us. See how we were doing."
Bakura snorted. "Does she know I'm dead?"
Ryou frowned; he hated the word 'dead'. "She didn't mention it..."
"I think she's just a ghost pretending to be our mother. She wants something from you, Ryou. Why else would she come back to us after this long time? I don't buy the story of wanting to check on us."
Ryou sighed; he never had an easy time convincing Bakura of things he didn't want to believe. "Think what you may, but I know its Mom."
Bakura nodded, and allowed Ryou to leave the room, saying something about watching to see if Seto would be coming back soon.
"I'll believe you for now, Ryou, but I don't really trust what's going on around here..."
*~*~~*~*
*~* "Ryou..."
Ryou looked around blindly; all he could see were the colors that were dancing around inside his mind. He couldn't pinpoint the source of the voice, but kept looking for it desperately.
"Mama?" Ryou's voice was small; curious. Across the canvas of his thoughts, he could see small flecks of yellow, fear; green, curiosity; and red, frustration or anger. "Mama, I can't see you..."
"Ryou...Why did you leave me?" Her soft voice floated into his awareness once again.
Ryou's eyes widened. "Mama, I didn't leave you! You passed away...Daddy said that we couldn't come with you..."
"Daddy was wrong. Why didn't you follow?"
Ryou clenched his fists. "Bakura said we had to stay..."
"Bakura was wrong..."
"Mama, Bakura doesn't believe me..."
"That's Ok."
"Bakura's gone...just like you..."
"I know..."
"Mama, why didn't you come back?"
"Why didn't you come with me, Ryou?"
"I couldn't come, Mama..."
"You abandoned me..."
Ryou started to search for the source of his mother's voice frantically. He had to show her: he had to prove to her that he believed she was there; that he didn't mean to leave her.
"I didn't abandon you..."
"You left me for your stupid father!"
Ryou was crying now. "Don't be angry, Mama. I wanted to stay with you..."
"Then why didn't you? Why did you stay with your father? You knew that you could come with me; be with me until the end of time!"
Ryou reached out, trying to console his mother. "Don't yell, Mama. Please don't yell..." Ryou reached out again, this time grabbing a fist full of clothing. With a sharp cry, he was hurtled back into the waking world...*~*
Ryou found himself grasping the expensive cloth of Seto's shirt, staring into puzzled sapphire eyes. Seto was sitting on his bed, one arm bracing him over Ryou's side, and the other on Ryou's shoulder. Seto lifted the hand off of Ryou's shoulder and gently wiped the sweat off of Ryou's forehead.
"Are you all right? You were calling for me..." Seto trailed off, not knowing how to continue his words.
Ryou loosened his grip on Seto's shirt and pulled his hand back. "I didn't know that..."
"What were you dreaming about? You had your walls up and I couldn't find out..." His voice was still soft and awkward, as though he rarely used such a tone.
Ryou decided that he liked the warmth that was spreading from Seto's body through the blankets. "My mother..."
Seto looked at his out of the corner of his eye. "Bakura's told me about that."
"Do you believe me?"
"I don't know."
"How long have you been back?" Ryou wanted to change the subject; he didn't like the feeling stirring in his chest over the conversation about his mother.
Seto looked over to the window above Ryou's bed and frowned, obviously trying to calculate how long he had been in the home. "A few hours at most." He looked down at Ryou's frail hand, which was now playing with the embroidered design on his shirt. It was of a rose, and the petals were a deep red, which were almost undistinguishable against the black fabric in the dark.
Ryou's eyes rose, a blush staining his cheeks as he let go of Seto's shirt. "I'm sorry..."
His own small blush staining his cheeks, Seto stood from the bed and left the room with a soft, "Goodnight."
Ryou watched him leave the room, and smiled warmly to himself. There was something stirring in his chest, and he felt rather good having woken up to Seto's concerned face after a nightmare. So, feeling content, he fell asleep with the vision of sapphire eyes shining dancing in his mind.
*~*~~*~*
Seto stood in front of his window in his room, watching as the moon rose higher in the sky, bathing the land in a silver glow. He sensed the presence behind him before he heard it, and he sighed as Bakura came into view out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you want?"
Bakura placed his hand onto the window, and sighed himself. "I need to ask you something. As much as it hurts my pride, you're the only one who can help."
Seto glanced at Bakura, and noted the melancholy look on the man's face.
"What is it?"
Bakura turned to face Seto, and looked him square in his eyes. "I need to know how I get from this world to the next. It's getting close to my time to go, and I don't know how to go about it."
"What are you saying?"
"How do I get to the other side?"
*~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~*
End Chapter Eight! Hope you enjoyed!
Please review and don't flame.