((Author's note: Hello again. I love hearing that my story is loved.
:::chokes back tears::: The only joy I find is in my writing; and now it is
being appreciated by fellow literature lovers! Oh I am so happy. Oh and
make sure you read the bottom note. Thanks! ))
Bakura- That's sad.
Ryou- What's sad?
Bakura- :::Points upwards towards "Author's note."::: Poor Black Sabre. Only joy is in writing.
Ryou- Awe, Yami, do you feel bad for her?
Bakura- :::still stares at "Author's note" and seems to be lost in thought.:::: Poor Black Sabre.
Ryou- :::quietly tiptoes out of room and closes the door::: OK, well since my Yami is in a state of pity for our Black Sabre, I guess I'll say the thank you's! :::blows kisses out to the reviewers::: Thank you so much To Yami Krissy, Nikou Kaiba, Shadow Spirit2 and Thehikariwholovesbishis. Wow, that is a really long name. I'm going to give you a nickname. How about? :::ponders for a while and scratches head::: Aha! I got it! I am going to call you..bishi girl! Erm... what is a bishi? :::looks at bishi girl::: Please tell me! OK, now onto the story!
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The Spirit filled the space between them and tasted the sweet lips of his angel. He felt the angelic being suck in air in surprise, but soon relaxed and began to kiss him back. The two wrapped in each other's arms, sharing their passions for one another. The lightning flashing everywhere, the thunder roaring about them, but not even nature could break this spell.
A shadowed figure sat nearby watching the change of heart play into his hands.
"Perfect Bakura. Perfect."
::::::::::::Tears of the Sands:::::::ch7::::::::::::
:::Bakura's POV:::
'Ra he tastes like honey. His lips are like satin. Oh gods, your skin is so soft. Must have more!'
::::::::::General POV:::::::::
Ryou felt himself being pulled into complete bliss. His Yami did care for him. There was a glowing purple aura around their bodies as they kissed. Bakura took the fragile form in front of him and lifted it up to deepen the passion. The young boy slipped his arms around Bakura's neck, contributing in his own weak way to the moment. Ryou wanted this energy to last forever, no for eternity. He was feeling for the first time a wanted love. He had had many boyfriends' before, but they had only wanted him for his body. Not his soul.
Bakura tensed and broke the kiss. He held Ryou to his own wet body and looked frantically around the shore line. He felt a presence. One that was disturbing the moment of fire he was sharing with his hikari. This infuriated him to no extent. Whoever it was would pay and pay dearly. Perhaps a one way ticket to the Shadow Realm. 'Not a bad idea, I was meaning to add a few more anyway. Whoever you are, you will be my first victim.' Bakura slightly chuckled in Ryou's hair, which muffled his ever so famous laugh.
"Ryou? I am going to have to ask you to wait for now. I hate to do this to you, but I feel a strong aura lurking around. I need to deal with this now. Wait for me."
"I will wait for you. I would wait for you till the end of the world, Yami," his angelic voice warmly added.
"Bakura, call me Bakura."
Ryou stood still, not knowing what to say. His Yami had just given him permission to call him by his true name. Bakura seemed to feel his conflict for he again scooped his hikari into a burning and erratic kiss.
"I won't be long my Angel," Bakura stated quickly.
Ryou watched as his counterpart ran from the shore line. Ryou felt light-headed and wanted to fly. He would wait; he would wait for his Bakura. 'Bakura.' His Yami's name formed on his lips. He began to twirl around in the rain, his face in a beaming smile. His small feet dancing about in puddles as his head lifted to meet the blackened sky. The rains streamed down his face, wiping all remaining tears and blood away. He felt clean, wanted, and just perfect. Ryou stopped dancing and just stood with the rain pouring down over his already soaking body. His striped light blue shirt clasped to his lean frame.
Bakura continued to search around the stormy city. The lights had gone out long before with the lightning. Darkness. Fortunately he was accustomed to blackness, and it didn't bother him. In fact, he liked being in the lack of light; he could use it to his advantage on this presence that he felt. His eyes suddenly snapped up, there was a dark figure in the alley. He began to advance on this shape. Bakura stopped halfway down the alley way upon hearing a cry pierce the silence. 'That cry, so familiar.'
"Ryou!" he gasped.
A large hand clamped down over his mouth. Bakura instinctively elbowed the figure in the gut; or at least what he thought was the gut. Unfortunately, he discovered that there were more than he had originally thought. 'Damn, I need to get to Ryou!' His mind cried out. He would have made another attempt to free himself if he hadn't felt a heavy hard object smack him broadside sending him to the ground. He gulped for the air that had just been knocked out of him. He felt himself being lifted up and slammed into the wall for good measure.
"That's enough, he can't do any damage now," a cold and dark voice said.
"Who...are.. you?" Bakura managed to whisper hoarsely.
"Oh Bakura, you don't know me? I thought by sure that Marik would have told you. I'm hurt."
Bakura regained the air in his lungs. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Temper. Temper," the evil voice laughed menacingly.
"What have you done with." he stopped short, not wanting to give any feelings towards Ryou away. 'Ryou, I will protect you.' His thoughts flew about his dark mind.
"It won't help you to think to yourself." The cloaked figure stepped into Bakura's view and unveiled himself.
"Malik! Damn you to the Shadow Realm!"
"Oh good you do remember then. How wonderful. No it wouldn't do you much good to send me there; after all, I have lived there most of my life. It's quite lovely there this time of year I must say though," Malik evilly mentioned.
"Let me go you damn Shadow goons! I swear Malik; I will wring your no good filthy neck! No, that would be too painless."
"Oh come now, why all the tension between us? I thought my mindless little Marik told you my proposition."
"Proposition? With you? I'd rather give up all of the Millennium Items! Ha!"
"That can be arranged!" Malik shouted bitterly.
"Touch those Items, I'll cut your rod off; and I don't mean the Millennium one either!"
Malik signaled to one of the cloaked thugs, and a small boy was dragged into the alley. His face was yanked up to meet Bakura's eyes. It was Ryou. He could hear the small boy's sobs being choked back. Oh how he wanted to kill everyone who ever laid eyes on him.
'I won't ever hurt you again Ryou, nor will I let anyone else touch you. Not as long as I live.' He said through the Ring to his hikari. Ryou seemed to understand, for he nodded.
"So Bakura, are you willing to hear the terms?" Malik sneered.
"As ready as I'll be you son of a bitch."
((Author's note: Wow. I hated to break up that perfect moment. I decided to end on Bakura's bad mouth too. How original. Please REVIEW as always! I love you guys. Oh and speaking of which. I was wondering who to include in my story. So in your REVIEW, if you could give me a list of the names you want to have me include somehow in my story; I would greatly appreciate that. Thanks!))
Bakura- That's sad.
Ryou- What's sad?
Bakura- :::Points upwards towards "Author's note."::: Poor Black Sabre. Only joy is in writing.
Ryou- Awe, Yami, do you feel bad for her?
Bakura- :::still stares at "Author's note" and seems to be lost in thought.:::: Poor Black Sabre.
Ryou- :::quietly tiptoes out of room and closes the door::: OK, well since my Yami is in a state of pity for our Black Sabre, I guess I'll say the thank you's! :::blows kisses out to the reviewers::: Thank you so much To Yami Krissy, Nikou Kaiba, Shadow Spirit2 and Thehikariwholovesbishis. Wow, that is a really long name. I'm going to give you a nickname. How about? :::ponders for a while and scratches head::: Aha! I got it! I am going to call you..bishi girl! Erm... what is a bishi? :::looks at bishi girl::: Please tell me! OK, now onto the story!
:::::::::::::::::::::POY::::::::::::::::::::::::
The Spirit filled the space between them and tasted the sweet lips of his angel. He felt the angelic being suck in air in surprise, but soon relaxed and began to kiss him back. The two wrapped in each other's arms, sharing their passions for one another. The lightning flashing everywhere, the thunder roaring about them, but not even nature could break this spell.
A shadowed figure sat nearby watching the change of heart play into his hands.
"Perfect Bakura. Perfect."
::::::::::::Tears of the Sands:::::::ch7::::::::::::
:::Bakura's POV:::
'Ra he tastes like honey. His lips are like satin. Oh gods, your skin is so soft. Must have more!'
::::::::::General POV:::::::::
Ryou felt himself being pulled into complete bliss. His Yami did care for him. There was a glowing purple aura around their bodies as they kissed. Bakura took the fragile form in front of him and lifted it up to deepen the passion. The young boy slipped his arms around Bakura's neck, contributing in his own weak way to the moment. Ryou wanted this energy to last forever, no for eternity. He was feeling for the first time a wanted love. He had had many boyfriends' before, but they had only wanted him for his body. Not his soul.
Bakura tensed and broke the kiss. He held Ryou to his own wet body and looked frantically around the shore line. He felt a presence. One that was disturbing the moment of fire he was sharing with his hikari. This infuriated him to no extent. Whoever it was would pay and pay dearly. Perhaps a one way ticket to the Shadow Realm. 'Not a bad idea, I was meaning to add a few more anyway. Whoever you are, you will be my first victim.' Bakura slightly chuckled in Ryou's hair, which muffled his ever so famous laugh.
"Ryou? I am going to have to ask you to wait for now. I hate to do this to you, but I feel a strong aura lurking around. I need to deal with this now. Wait for me."
"I will wait for you. I would wait for you till the end of the world, Yami," his angelic voice warmly added.
"Bakura, call me Bakura."
Ryou stood still, not knowing what to say. His Yami had just given him permission to call him by his true name. Bakura seemed to feel his conflict for he again scooped his hikari into a burning and erratic kiss.
"I won't be long my Angel," Bakura stated quickly.
Ryou watched as his counterpart ran from the shore line. Ryou felt light-headed and wanted to fly. He would wait; he would wait for his Bakura. 'Bakura.' His Yami's name formed on his lips. He began to twirl around in the rain, his face in a beaming smile. His small feet dancing about in puddles as his head lifted to meet the blackened sky. The rains streamed down his face, wiping all remaining tears and blood away. He felt clean, wanted, and just perfect. Ryou stopped dancing and just stood with the rain pouring down over his already soaking body. His striped light blue shirt clasped to his lean frame.
Bakura continued to search around the stormy city. The lights had gone out long before with the lightning. Darkness. Fortunately he was accustomed to blackness, and it didn't bother him. In fact, he liked being in the lack of light; he could use it to his advantage on this presence that he felt. His eyes suddenly snapped up, there was a dark figure in the alley. He began to advance on this shape. Bakura stopped halfway down the alley way upon hearing a cry pierce the silence. 'That cry, so familiar.'
"Ryou!" he gasped.
A large hand clamped down over his mouth. Bakura instinctively elbowed the figure in the gut; or at least what he thought was the gut. Unfortunately, he discovered that there were more than he had originally thought. 'Damn, I need to get to Ryou!' His mind cried out. He would have made another attempt to free himself if he hadn't felt a heavy hard object smack him broadside sending him to the ground. He gulped for the air that had just been knocked out of him. He felt himself being lifted up and slammed into the wall for good measure.
"That's enough, he can't do any damage now," a cold and dark voice said.
"Who...are.. you?" Bakura managed to whisper hoarsely.
"Oh Bakura, you don't know me? I thought by sure that Marik would have told you. I'm hurt."
Bakura regained the air in his lungs. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Temper. Temper," the evil voice laughed menacingly.
"What have you done with." he stopped short, not wanting to give any feelings towards Ryou away. 'Ryou, I will protect you.' His thoughts flew about his dark mind.
"It won't help you to think to yourself." The cloaked figure stepped into Bakura's view and unveiled himself.
"Malik! Damn you to the Shadow Realm!"
"Oh good you do remember then. How wonderful. No it wouldn't do you much good to send me there; after all, I have lived there most of my life. It's quite lovely there this time of year I must say though," Malik evilly mentioned.
"Let me go you damn Shadow goons! I swear Malik; I will wring your no good filthy neck! No, that would be too painless."
"Oh come now, why all the tension between us? I thought my mindless little Marik told you my proposition."
"Proposition? With you? I'd rather give up all of the Millennium Items! Ha!"
"That can be arranged!" Malik shouted bitterly.
"Touch those Items, I'll cut your rod off; and I don't mean the Millennium one either!"
Malik signaled to one of the cloaked thugs, and a small boy was dragged into the alley. His face was yanked up to meet Bakura's eyes. It was Ryou. He could hear the small boy's sobs being choked back. Oh how he wanted to kill everyone who ever laid eyes on him.
'I won't ever hurt you again Ryou, nor will I let anyone else touch you. Not as long as I live.' He said through the Ring to his hikari. Ryou seemed to understand, for he nodded.
"So Bakura, are you willing to hear the terms?" Malik sneered.
"As ready as I'll be you son of a bitch."
((Author's note: Wow. I hated to break up that perfect moment. I decided to end on Bakura's bad mouth too. How original. Please REVIEW as always! I love you guys. Oh and speaking of which. I was wondering who to include in my story. So in your REVIEW, if you could give me a list of the names you want to have me include somehow in my story; I would greatly appreciate that. Thanks!))
