Hi there! Listen; if you wanna know the song I wrote this chapter with and
wanna hear a really cool song, it's Making love out of nothing at all by
Bonnie Tyler! I wished I could sing like her *sighs* Besides, do you want
me to write a lemon? Camping on the beach's quite romantic, ne? ^-^ Bakura
could take his advantages of this.
Ryou: Me too?
Voice: Yep, you too.
Ryou: Yay ^-^
Voice: *drop* Anyways. . .
To Molly-chan- Thank you ^-^ UH - ghost? Niiice idea. . . I maybe use this.
To Lee: YAY Malik has to marry me ^-^ He won't die in my own little dream world, I keep watching him *giggles* Well, I won't end the story before I've got an idea for the end. And I haven't got a clue how I could end it, so I have to keep updating!
To RaineKitsune: Everybody has these moments *gg* And YES I CAN marry Malik *grabs Malik and hugs him* get your own one. . . ^-^
To little-kat-girl: Thanks. I'd love to read your fics! I`ll do it when I come back from work, I promise! *hugs*
To GraveRobbers Aman: *giggles* Hey, you're hyper. . . thanks, anyways. Maybe I can sent Mariku over to you so you can wash his hair!
Mariku: O.O!!
And again, as always, our daily tribute to the Cleaning Lady. *puts new flowers on the shrine* Thanks to you all! *~*
Ryou's POV
It wasn't a dream; at least I hoped it wasn't. A white head broke through the surface of the water, and when the ground got nearer to the surface, I could see that he was back, in one piece, unharmed, and sexy as hell.
His hair glittered with all the water drops in it and the diving suit was clad to his body, surrounded by sparkling. It seemed to me if Tefnut* had had another son who she made heir of the water, he would look like Bakura did now. In fact, it was stunning. He stopped his tracks where the water still surrounded his ankles and demounted the gas container from his arm, dropping it with the regulator into the sand. And then, Ra stop my hentai thoughts, he started to undress.
With the suit dropped down to his hips he smirked at me like he knew how much I wanted him. I wanted him to undress the suit's pants, too, but he didn't. Instead, he walked towards me and kneeled down in front of me so I had to look at his abdomen; not that I minded, oh no. . . I felt his cool hand at my chin, pushing my head up softly so I had to look into his eyes. His face came nearer to mine, nearer and nearer, slowly. . . and missed my waiting lips by inches just to put his mouth on my ear.
"Keep your mouth shut, kid, if you're not going to say anything.", he whispered and I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks immediately. I must've had stared at him. I felt like slapping myself mentally when he walked off towards our tent to get changed. Before he entered, I called him back. He turned to look at me, his eyebrows arched up.
"Can we go swimming?"
That must've been a really dumb question to him for he actually came out of the water about two minutes ago. His brow arched higher, but finally he answered.
"Sure thing. . . then you should get your swimming trunks unless you want to go swimming all naked." With that, he left. Damn him! Why had every single one of his sentences to be a seduction for me? Did he want me to go naked? Would he too, then. . . ?
I quickly stood up and dusted the sand off me when Bakura came back, changed and in his own swimming trunks, which were black. I changes, too, and went out of the tent just to see Bakura stand in the water that flowed again around his ankles, staring at the setting sun. Well, it would take about two hours more until sunset, but the sun hung quite low and already painted the horizon slightly orange. I stopped next to him, staring at the sun as he did. I couldn't imagine anything else that peaceful, with all the sounds the sea made, washing away the remains of the Hurghada area slowly, and one by one.
"Of what do you think right now?", I asked quietly and again I wanted to slap me for asking another stupid question. He was always so algid, why would he share his thoughts with me? Anyways, his voice was soft and gentle when he answered me.
"Of my own family."
"What were they like?"
"I don't know, Ryou. . . I really don't know."
I looked at him, startled. He didn't only surprise me by not knowing how his own family was like, he. . . he had called me by my name.
"They died a long time ago, I can't remember them."
I played with the thought to stretch out an arm and offer him my comfort, to let him know I would be there for him if he wanted to accept. . .
"And I thought of myself. My own demons. That part of my mind that makes me kill people, take away what they love, what they own." He went on without giving me the chance to answer, as if I had pushed a button inside him. I went silent; he had to speak about.
"I'm thinking of you, too. I curse myself every time I look at you, every time I tell you how to use weapons. I just want to keep your innocence. . . for my own was ripped off of me a long time ago."
He was thinking of me? Honestly?? Yay! No, hold on. That was bad. I didn't want him to feel hurt.
"I don't want you to kill, Ryou. I want you to be safe. But I can't keep you safe, not with Yami around. . . and not when I have the responsibility of protecting you."
He looked at me briefly, and then returned his gaze to the horizon as if he couldn't look at me.
"You know those kinds of demons inside someone's self, right? Your own tells you that you could have prevented the death of your family. . . and my own tells me to claim you right now and every time I look at you."
Claim me? Was that supposed to be some kind of confession? He remained silent for a moment.
"Please. . . continue.", I whispered. I just wanted him to speak further, to let me hear his voice. To heal himself.
"In fact, I can't even look at you without having to resist the urge to kiss you. To make your body mine. And your soul, for that matter." His voice trailed off to a soundless whisper. I cleared my throat, hoping that the blush would stay away for once. He wanted to make me his? I already was his!
"You know. . . I can't make your enemies disappear, I can't make the night forever, but. . . maybe I can make your demons be gone. I want to make you find your power. I want you to lose your fears. I can't stand seeing you sad.", I said as softly as I could. Then I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face onto his bare chest. His warm arms twined around me. His skin smelled nice. . . like sea and wind.
"Thank you", he whispered. I nodded quietly, when he added something. "I thought, swimming will be nice now." I looked up into his face; and my eyes went wide insight of the diabolic grin that had appeared on his beautiful features.
".uh-oh."
"I guess that's the right phrase. . . ", he grinned before he slid his hands up to my shoulders. I knew he was going to push me - but his hands felt so right in my body. . .
Well, the water did, too. I splashed around as I struggled to get my head over the water, spitting out the salty liquid. Bakura's grin went wider.
"Ohhh, I'll get you for this. . . "
"I'd love to see you try."
I answered by splashing water on him. He answered by pouncing on me and dropping me under water again before swimming off. As soon as I could breathe again, I followed him.
We kept splashing around and push each other under water until the sun touched the horizon. By then, we sat in the flat water and watched the darkened sky with all the amazing colours of sunset. My face was quite red, which was part blushing and part being burned up from the sun. . . A second before we sat down, I had fallen into Bakura's lap. We had looked at each other, me blushing, him blinking. He had put an arm around my waist as soon as I had touched him to keep me from being hurt, and I had been veeeery close to him. But I had hopped off before my shorts could get too tight, mumbling an excuse.
"You've got a sunburn, kid.", he said as I touched my upper arm, wincing.
"Well, I would never have thought of that. . . "
"Stop being sarcastic. Come one." Bakura stood up, grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the tent. I blushed even harder and glanced one last time back at the horizon. . . sun has set finally. I stood sheepishly in the middle of the big tent while Bakura searched for something and turned to me as soon as he had found it. With a tube in his hand he approached me.
"Turn around."
I did as I was told and gulped slightly as he pressed some of the gel on my burned skin. His hands laid down softly on my shoulders and started massaging in the gel.
"I like you better that pale, you know.", he breathed softly. Gulp. Hey, was he doing a move on me?? . . . well. . . that would be alright with me.
His hands roamed over my body, and I had to think hard of anything else than him. He even slid his hands around me and rubbed the gel into my chest and abdomen. I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but his fingers touched the edge of my swimming trunks twice. I resisted shuddering each time he touched sensitive spots, and he touched MANY of them.
About five minutes later, he turned me around, and began to rub the gel gently to my reddened face, with a concentrated look on his face. I had to keep myself from smiling; he really looked cute. Then, he lifted his eyes to gaze in mine, without removing the hand from my cheek.
"You'll feel better soon.", he said. I nodded quietly; in fact, I already felt better, my skin wasn't on fire anymore and I could guess that it wasn't red no more. All I could think of was Bakura again; he had said that he wanted me, right? I guess he did, even if he didn't say it directly. . .
~I know just how to whisper, and I know just how to cry~
Lyrics of an old, half forgotten song came into my mind as I gazed into his eyes, being locked with his gaze.
~I know just where to find the answers and I know just how to lie~
I remembered my mother had sung them to me and Amane when we were small children of five and three years. . . I had loved the sound of her voice, singing gently and quiet and rising on the right places.
~And I know just where to touch you, and I know just what to do~
Why did they come to my mind now? I didn't want to be reminded; I didn't want to cry in front of him again. But maybe I could comfort him like my mother comforted us; for he had an amazingly sad look within his crimson orbs.
~I know when to hold you closer, and I know when to let you lose~
My mother often said she might shouldn't sing this song to us, for we were so young and the song was so sad yet full of hope. ~And I'm never gonna tell you anything I gotta tell but I know I gotta give it a try~
Maybe this was right. . . I didn't have to tell him that I love him; he knew it. Though I had to do it soon. I started humming the tune softly, smiling as he cocked his head ever so slightly.
"Which song is that?", he asked, his voice barely audible.
"That's a very old one. . . from the last century. My mother used to sing it." I continued humming.
"Do you remember the lyrics?"
"Part of. . . "
"~Then sing it for me.~"
I stopped humming immediately. He wanted me. . . to sing? I looked inquiring into his slightly pleading eyes; and then I chose.
"~And I know the roads to reach yes, and I know the ways to pay. . .~ "
He lowered his eyelids.
"~But I don't know how to leave you. . . and I'll never let you fall. . .~ ", my voice became softer. "~And I don't know how you're doing making love out of nothing at all. . .~ "
The edges of his mouth slowly lifted a bit, while I came to the end of this song. I couldn't remember every single word, phrase, tune, but I tried for him, and all I could remember was my favourite part; the part I had told him this afternoon without noticing it.
"~The beat of my heart is a drum and it's looking for a rhythm like you. . . ~"
"~I can make you find your power, I can make you lose your fear - I can make your body closing to most magical things and your enemies shall all disappear~"
I trailed off and went silent for a moment. "I can make the night forever, I can make it disappear by the dawn, and I can make you every promise and I can make all of your demons be gone. . . ~" That was when he put a finger to my lips and hushed me.
"Thank you, Ryou: Would you. . . sing it to me again, when you discovered every lyric?"
"I would; but this song's too old, I guess I can't find them anywhere."
"Isis knows this song, too. She used to sing it for us while we still lived in Egypt. I don't know how she knows it. . . you should ask her." I nodded. I would ask her as soon as we got back. . . but then I wiped this thought away, because I lost myself within Bakura's eyes again.. .
*~*
Oh Ra, this was sappy. . .
Malik: Yes. It's your fault I'm feeling sick now.
Voice: Well, excuse me *pouts* But Lee-chan said you have to marry me ^-^ Now you can't run and hide.
Malik: . . . I didn't want to run and hide, Voice-chan. -.-
Voice: You didn't?
Malik: Nope. I'm staying with you. That's what I promised.
Voice: Yay! *hugs him* Well, everyone, review please!
*Tefnut is the Egyptian goddess of "wetness". . . I take this for "water" ^^
Ryou: Me too?
Voice: Yep, you too.
Ryou: Yay ^-^
Voice: *drop* Anyways. . .
To Molly-chan- Thank you ^-^ UH - ghost? Niiice idea. . . I maybe use this.
To Lee: YAY Malik has to marry me ^-^ He won't die in my own little dream world, I keep watching him *giggles* Well, I won't end the story before I've got an idea for the end. And I haven't got a clue how I could end it, so I have to keep updating!
To RaineKitsune: Everybody has these moments *gg* And YES I CAN marry Malik *grabs Malik and hugs him* get your own one. . . ^-^
To little-kat-girl: Thanks. I'd love to read your fics! I`ll do it when I come back from work, I promise! *hugs*
To GraveRobbers Aman: *giggles* Hey, you're hyper. . . thanks, anyways. Maybe I can sent Mariku over to you so you can wash his hair!
Mariku: O.O!!
And again, as always, our daily tribute to the Cleaning Lady. *puts new flowers on the shrine* Thanks to you all! *~*
Ryou's POV
It wasn't a dream; at least I hoped it wasn't. A white head broke through the surface of the water, and when the ground got nearer to the surface, I could see that he was back, in one piece, unharmed, and sexy as hell.
His hair glittered with all the water drops in it and the diving suit was clad to his body, surrounded by sparkling. It seemed to me if Tefnut* had had another son who she made heir of the water, he would look like Bakura did now. In fact, it was stunning. He stopped his tracks where the water still surrounded his ankles and demounted the gas container from his arm, dropping it with the regulator into the sand. And then, Ra stop my hentai thoughts, he started to undress.
With the suit dropped down to his hips he smirked at me like he knew how much I wanted him. I wanted him to undress the suit's pants, too, but he didn't. Instead, he walked towards me and kneeled down in front of me so I had to look at his abdomen; not that I minded, oh no. . . I felt his cool hand at my chin, pushing my head up softly so I had to look into his eyes. His face came nearer to mine, nearer and nearer, slowly. . . and missed my waiting lips by inches just to put his mouth on my ear.
"Keep your mouth shut, kid, if you're not going to say anything.", he whispered and I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks immediately. I must've had stared at him. I felt like slapping myself mentally when he walked off towards our tent to get changed. Before he entered, I called him back. He turned to look at me, his eyebrows arched up.
"Can we go swimming?"
That must've been a really dumb question to him for he actually came out of the water about two minutes ago. His brow arched higher, but finally he answered.
"Sure thing. . . then you should get your swimming trunks unless you want to go swimming all naked." With that, he left. Damn him! Why had every single one of his sentences to be a seduction for me? Did he want me to go naked? Would he too, then. . . ?
I quickly stood up and dusted the sand off me when Bakura came back, changed and in his own swimming trunks, which were black. I changes, too, and went out of the tent just to see Bakura stand in the water that flowed again around his ankles, staring at the setting sun. Well, it would take about two hours more until sunset, but the sun hung quite low and already painted the horizon slightly orange. I stopped next to him, staring at the sun as he did. I couldn't imagine anything else that peaceful, with all the sounds the sea made, washing away the remains of the Hurghada area slowly, and one by one.
"Of what do you think right now?", I asked quietly and again I wanted to slap me for asking another stupid question. He was always so algid, why would he share his thoughts with me? Anyways, his voice was soft and gentle when he answered me.
"Of my own family."
"What were they like?"
"I don't know, Ryou. . . I really don't know."
I looked at him, startled. He didn't only surprise me by not knowing how his own family was like, he. . . he had called me by my name.
"They died a long time ago, I can't remember them."
I played with the thought to stretch out an arm and offer him my comfort, to let him know I would be there for him if he wanted to accept. . .
"And I thought of myself. My own demons. That part of my mind that makes me kill people, take away what they love, what they own." He went on without giving me the chance to answer, as if I had pushed a button inside him. I went silent; he had to speak about.
"I'm thinking of you, too. I curse myself every time I look at you, every time I tell you how to use weapons. I just want to keep your innocence. . . for my own was ripped off of me a long time ago."
He was thinking of me? Honestly?? Yay! No, hold on. That was bad. I didn't want him to feel hurt.
"I don't want you to kill, Ryou. I want you to be safe. But I can't keep you safe, not with Yami around. . . and not when I have the responsibility of protecting you."
He looked at me briefly, and then returned his gaze to the horizon as if he couldn't look at me.
"You know those kinds of demons inside someone's self, right? Your own tells you that you could have prevented the death of your family. . . and my own tells me to claim you right now and every time I look at you."
Claim me? Was that supposed to be some kind of confession? He remained silent for a moment.
"Please. . . continue.", I whispered. I just wanted him to speak further, to let me hear his voice. To heal himself.
"In fact, I can't even look at you without having to resist the urge to kiss you. To make your body mine. And your soul, for that matter." His voice trailed off to a soundless whisper. I cleared my throat, hoping that the blush would stay away for once. He wanted to make me his? I already was his!
"You know. . . I can't make your enemies disappear, I can't make the night forever, but. . . maybe I can make your demons be gone. I want to make you find your power. I want you to lose your fears. I can't stand seeing you sad.", I said as softly as I could. Then I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face onto his bare chest. His warm arms twined around me. His skin smelled nice. . . like sea and wind.
"Thank you", he whispered. I nodded quietly, when he added something. "I thought, swimming will be nice now." I looked up into his face; and my eyes went wide insight of the diabolic grin that had appeared on his beautiful features.
".uh-oh."
"I guess that's the right phrase. . . ", he grinned before he slid his hands up to my shoulders. I knew he was going to push me - but his hands felt so right in my body. . .
Well, the water did, too. I splashed around as I struggled to get my head over the water, spitting out the salty liquid. Bakura's grin went wider.
"Ohhh, I'll get you for this. . . "
"I'd love to see you try."
I answered by splashing water on him. He answered by pouncing on me and dropping me under water again before swimming off. As soon as I could breathe again, I followed him.
We kept splashing around and push each other under water until the sun touched the horizon. By then, we sat in the flat water and watched the darkened sky with all the amazing colours of sunset. My face was quite red, which was part blushing and part being burned up from the sun. . . A second before we sat down, I had fallen into Bakura's lap. We had looked at each other, me blushing, him blinking. He had put an arm around my waist as soon as I had touched him to keep me from being hurt, and I had been veeeery close to him. But I had hopped off before my shorts could get too tight, mumbling an excuse.
"You've got a sunburn, kid.", he said as I touched my upper arm, wincing.
"Well, I would never have thought of that. . . "
"Stop being sarcastic. Come one." Bakura stood up, grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the tent. I blushed even harder and glanced one last time back at the horizon. . . sun has set finally. I stood sheepishly in the middle of the big tent while Bakura searched for something and turned to me as soon as he had found it. With a tube in his hand he approached me.
"Turn around."
I did as I was told and gulped slightly as he pressed some of the gel on my burned skin. His hands laid down softly on my shoulders and started massaging in the gel.
"I like you better that pale, you know.", he breathed softly. Gulp. Hey, was he doing a move on me?? . . . well. . . that would be alright with me.
His hands roamed over my body, and I had to think hard of anything else than him. He even slid his hands around me and rubbed the gel into my chest and abdomen. I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but his fingers touched the edge of my swimming trunks twice. I resisted shuddering each time he touched sensitive spots, and he touched MANY of them.
About five minutes later, he turned me around, and began to rub the gel gently to my reddened face, with a concentrated look on his face. I had to keep myself from smiling; he really looked cute. Then, he lifted his eyes to gaze in mine, without removing the hand from my cheek.
"You'll feel better soon.", he said. I nodded quietly; in fact, I already felt better, my skin wasn't on fire anymore and I could guess that it wasn't red no more. All I could think of was Bakura again; he had said that he wanted me, right? I guess he did, even if he didn't say it directly. . .
~I know just how to whisper, and I know just how to cry~
Lyrics of an old, half forgotten song came into my mind as I gazed into his eyes, being locked with his gaze.
~I know just where to find the answers and I know just how to lie~
I remembered my mother had sung them to me and Amane when we were small children of five and three years. . . I had loved the sound of her voice, singing gently and quiet and rising on the right places.
~And I know just where to touch you, and I know just what to do~
Why did they come to my mind now? I didn't want to be reminded; I didn't want to cry in front of him again. But maybe I could comfort him like my mother comforted us; for he had an amazingly sad look within his crimson orbs.
~I know when to hold you closer, and I know when to let you lose~
My mother often said she might shouldn't sing this song to us, for we were so young and the song was so sad yet full of hope. ~And I'm never gonna tell you anything I gotta tell but I know I gotta give it a try~
Maybe this was right. . . I didn't have to tell him that I love him; he knew it. Though I had to do it soon. I started humming the tune softly, smiling as he cocked his head ever so slightly.
"Which song is that?", he asked, his voice barely audible.
"That's a very old one. . . from the last century. My mother used to sing it." I continued humming.
"Do you remember the lyrics?"
"Part of. . . "
"~Then sing it for me.~"
I stopped humming immediately. He wanted me. . . to sing? I looked inquiring into his slightly pleading eyes; and then I chose.
"~And I know the roads to reach yes, and I know the ways to pay. . .~ "
He lowered his eyelids.
"~But I don't know how to leave you. . . and I'll never let you fall. . .~ ", my voice became softer. "~And I don't know how you're doing making love out of nothing at all. . .~ "
The edges of his mouth slowly lifted a bit, while I came to the end of this song. I couldn't remember every single word, phrase, tune, but I tried for him, and all I could remember was my favourite part; the part I had told him this afternoon without noticing it.
"~The beat of my heart is a drum and it's looking for a rhythm like you. . . ~"
"~I can make you find your power, I can make you lose your fear - I can make your body closing to most magical things and your enemies shall all disappear~"
I trailed off and went silent for a moment. "I can make the night forever, I can make it disappear by the dawn, and I can make you every promise and I can make all of your demons be gone. . . ~" That was when he put a finger to my lips and hushed me.
"Thank you, Ryou: Would you. . . sing it to me again, when you discovered every lyric?"
"I would; but this song's too old, I guess I can't find them anywhere."
"Isis knows this song, too. She used to sing it for us while we still lived in Egypt. I don't know how she knows it. . . you should ask her." I nodded. I would ask her as soon as we got back. . . but then I wiped this thought away, because I lost myself within Bakura's eyes again.. .
*~*
Oh Ra, this was sappy. . .
Malik: Yes. It's your fault I'm feeling sick now.
Voice: Well, excuse me *pouts* But Lee-chan said you have to marry me ^-^ Now you can't run and hide.
Malik: . . . I didn't want to run and hide, Voice-chan. -.-
Voice: You didn't?
Malik: Nope. I'm staying with you. That's what I promised.
Voice: Yay! *hugs him* Well, everyone, review please!
*Tefnut is the Egyptian goddess of "wetness". . . I take this for "water" ^^
