Hey guys! I'm very sorry for killing Mariku's body. I really am. But it
wasn't exactly me, it was that evil chimaera thingy. . .
Malik: But you wrote it, honey.
Voice: *drop* I know. . . didn't I already say I'm sorry? *bows to her reviewers* But hey! I've got more than 100 reviews now! *sniffs* That makes me so happy. . . I'm gonna hand vanilla milk to my 100. reviewer: kaz!!!!! Kaz, you're my 100. reviewer! *hands kaz the vanilla milk* Congratulations!! I loved this one line too ^-^ Thank you.
To Heather-Hezzer-and-Honaluki: *sigh* Yeah, Mariku's body was beautiful. . . but, wait, I'm what? *blushes five shades of red* Th-Thank you. . .
To RaineKitsune: He was, he was! *sniffs* I'm sorry. But it was quite dramatic, ne? *hugs you*
To Fluffy: *hugs you too* Well, he's not completely gone! He'll always be there to protect Malik and Isis as well as he can.
To little-kat-girl: O.O *pale* Actually. . . I just killed his body. *looks carefully at the knife*
Malik: Oh, don't scare her, she won't be able to bring him back if you do.
Voice: Right *nods**hides behind Malik*
To snow-shadow-wolf: *hugs* Don't cry. Of course he will talk. He even will appear. I promise!
To Lee-chan: Phew, thank you ^-^
Look, dear cleaning lady. You've got so much attention.
Ryou: Do you need background information?
Voice: YES!
Ryou: Well. Her name was Arisa Kairi, but everyone called her just Cleaning Lady. She was about thirty-eight years old, had light brown hair, and dark brown eyes. No living relatives, so no one would actually care she died; except your loyal reviewers! *hugs reviewers* ^-^ I miss her, too. *puts a forget-me-not on the Cleaning Lady's Shrine*
Voice: Thank you, Ryou ^-^ Now it's your turn to tell the story again!
*~*
Ryou's POV
The next morning I awoke before sunrise. The horizon was in a pale blue-ish white, like it was every time minutes before sunrise. I had slept quite well and didn't leave the place I had fell to sleep in the whole night; Bakura's arms. Oh don't look at me like that! Nothing happened! I swear. Except that one time after I had finished the fragments of the song I had to sing for Bakura.
*~*Flashback*~*
"How about some games?", the taller boy smirked down at the younger albino in his arms, nodding to the large TV screen embedded in the wall of the tent. When you could call it a tent; it was more like a small trailer. Ryou nodded excitedly and settled down on the couch. "What do we play?"
"I thought of some play station IV." "You got one in here?!" "Would I ask you if I didn't?"
Ryou shook his head, smiling and waiting for Bakura to sit down next to him. He did and bent over to whisper into the younger boy's ear. "I'm gonna cream your ass."
"You won't!"
"I will."
"Not!"
"Too!"
The most mature discussion went on for a few minutes, until Bakura pressed his finger onto Ryou's lips to hush him. "It's okay now."
Both of them now wore some helmets which allowed them to find themselves within the virtual game-world of the game Bakura had chosen. It was some kind of car racing, so both of them "climbed" into their favourite cars and hit the road.
The sky outside was covered in royal blue, black, and dark purple, and stars. The moon hang over the sea. And both boys lye on the couch panting slightly, their helmets already forgotten on the floor.
"That. . . was awesome.", Ryou panted, opening his eyes and glancing at Bakura. The older boy smirked. "Of course it was. Or do you doubt my skills?" Ryou used his elbows at support as he pushed himself up.
"I beat you, you know."
"You didn't. . . "
"Now what about 'I'm gonna cream your ass`?", the smaller one grinned.
"Okay, fine. You were at the goal about three seconds earlier than me."
*~*Flashback end*~*
After that, we went to bed. And he had held me in his arms though he had some kind of nightmare that night; I wanted to comfort him, but he wouldn't let me go. When I asked him about it, he stammered something about the pyramids, Mariku, and that I should go back to sleep. I know he didn't want me to, but I saw the unconscious fear deep within his eyes.
Something terrible must've happened.
Now I sat up, glancing around, but there was no Bakura anymore. I panicked at first, thinking he would've let me here alone, but he wouldn't fly back to Japan without the trailer-tent, would he? I didn't dare to think 'He wouldn't fly back without me.'
I found him outside as he watched the sea, standing in the sand with bare feet, loose shorts, and an opened chemise. His arms were crossed over his bare chest and the wind played with his hair. The sun started to rise as I climbed out of the tent and headed towards him slowly.
Stopping beside him I couldn't stop me from staring. The sun dipped his bangs into warm shades of orange, bare skin was illuminated softly, and his absent gaze never left the horizon.
"Good morning, Ryou."
I blinked. "G-Good morning."
"I'm gonna take you down there today. That okay with you?" I nodded eagerly; I would've give anything to see him in a diving suit again.
. . .
Stop looking at me like that; it IS sexy!
"Well then. We're going down as soon as Horus beats Seth and lets Re* rise."
I didn't really understand what that meant; but I went silent and watched the sunrise with him. The soft rushing of the sea calmed my heartbeat, and I nearly forgot about the previous night when the now soft and quite wistful gaze of Bakura's was clear terror. I never wanted to see him like that again.
Suddenly, Bakura loosened his arms and pulled me softly into an embrace. I blinked; that was something I wasn't prepared for. But I wrapped my arms around him like he had his ones around me, inhaling his scent as I snuggled my face into soft skin over hard muscles. The older boy buried his face into my hair.
I could've fallen asleep then and there, but as soon as sun had rose, he released me, walking back to the trailer-tent, me following. I observed him as he grabbed something out of the wardrobe-like closet and handed my very own diving suit to me. He left me alone to change. It was an odd feeling being hugged by the tight neoprene, but it didn't felt too uncomfortable. So I walked outside just to see him stopping doing the last priming and staring at me. This funny substance didn't make everyone look sexy, does it? . . . At least I hoped it would not.
Bakura just shook his head and began explaining how to use the equipment.
"Now listen, Ryou, this is important. You have to breathe steadily, try not to panic, and if something is wrong just show me. Okay? Furthermore, you have to stop for three minutes at five meters for decompression. That's necessary. When we go up again, you have to go up slowly."
"Why?"
He sighed." Because if you don't, the pressed air within your lungs will disperse and your lungs may be able to rip apart."
I went pale. "And-"
"You don't want to know what could happen."
"Oh, okay. . . "
"Ready then?" How could he ask?? I was terribly frightened. I didn't want to rip my lungs apart! That would hurt! Bakura already fastened the air container on my left upper arm. I trembling fastened the diving goggles on my face and followed him into the water.
I immediately went calm. It was beautiful! And it was very quiet. All I could hear was the sea and the bubbles that came out of my regulator when I exhaled. Fishes were everywhere around me and beneath us there was a really huge coral reef. With more fishes, and anemones.
I simply was amazed. Bakura went deeper after our decompression break and I followed him slowly. About two meters to my right, there was some kind of jellyfish. It was faint purple and I thought I had never seen anything similar before. It was simply beautiful, like everything else down here.
When I had been younger I had been afraid of the sea. It took my auntie Reka , the younger sister of my mother, when she was on a boat. Reka only was five years older than me, for my grandmother had given birth to my mum at the age of fifteen. She had been afraid to bear another child for a long time, but then Reka came. I loved her. When I was seven and she was twelve, she had been babysitting Amane and me, and in a stormy night when my sister and I couldn't sleep, she took Amane and me into her room and let us sleep in her bed, singing lullabies all over again. She had had a wonderful voice, even at that young age. The musical skill had increased, and she had become a famous singer at the age of seventeen. She died two years later, on her nineteenth birthday. About four months before my parents and Amane died.
Maybe that's why I usually couldn't stand being in the water. But there, back then with Bakura in front of me, taking care of me, it wasn't scary anymore. The song from last night came to my mind again now that I thought of Reka. . . she had been singing it, too. Maybe it was some kind of family song. I loved the singing of my mother, but I really adored Reka's. Both of their voices mixed in my confused mind, singing in beautiful harmony, completing each other, as I watched a swarm of silver-ish fishes part in front of me and gliding together behind me again. Bakura now was on the coral reef, fiddling about some anemones. He shortly looked up at me, telling me with a wave of his hand to search on the other side.
I obeyed and slowly swam around the reef. Something golden glimmered beneath me and remembering what Bakura had said about changing the heights too fast I glided down. There was something inside a hole. And I knew it had to be what Bakura searched for.
I carefully slid my arm into the hole, pulling softly on it. Soon it loosened and my hand returned with a beautiful golden dream catcher-thingy. In the middle of the ring was a pyramid with an eye on it. I swam back to Bakura and showed it to him; he nodded and pointed upwards, telling me to return to the strand. I sighed inwardly; it was amazing down here. I had to ask him if we could do that again. He clutched something in his hand as he went back up ever so slowly.
Back at the strand, when I removed the diving goggles and the regulator I saw what he had found; a golden ball. Some kind of strange eye ball. . . but it didn't matter.
"You did a quite good job down there.", he said quietly, smiling softly. I beamed. Bakura shoved the golden ball into a treasure box and took something else from the red velvet in there; it was some kind of evenly golden necklace. He attached it to the ring and hung it around my neck as I came back to him, changed into normal clothes.
"Beautiful", he said; but I noticed he didn't looked at the ring on my chest. He looked me straight in the eye.
*~*
Yay! That was a peaceful chapter.
Mariku: Why couldn't the last chapter be peaceful?
Voice: Why should it? It was ACTION!
Ryou: It was sad. *sniffs*
Bakura: *hugs Ryou* Now look what you did you cold authoress. . .
Voice: I already said I'm sorry! You're a bad influence to my already dark soul!!
Anyways, now the explanation ^-^
Egyptian history says, Horus, the "Morning", has to defeat Seth, the "Night", every day and lets Re, like the ancient Egyptians called the sun, rise, just to get beaten by Seth in the evening again. Horus does this since Seth killed his brother Osiris, who was Horus' father. Osiris lead the after-world's tribunal since then (after his wife and sister Isis had collected his body's pieces and got him together again ^-^) and weighs the hearts of the people. If they're heavier than a feather, he feeds the souls to Am'mit. (That was too much unnecessary information -.- I'm sorry.)
Review please!
Malik: But you wrote it, honey.
Voice: *drop* I know. . . didn't I already say I'm sorry? *bows to her reviewers* But hey! I've got more than 100 reviews now! *sniffs* That makes me so happy. . . I'm gonna hand vanilla milk to my 100. reviewer: kaz!!!!! Kaz, you're my 100. reviewer! *hands kaz the vanilla milk* Congratulations!! I loved this one line too ^-^ Thank you.
To Heather-Hezzer-and-Honaluki: *sigh* Yeah, Mariku's body was beautiful. . . but, wait, I'm what? *blushes five shades of red* Th-Thank you. . .
To RaineKitsune: He was, he was! *sniffs* I'm sorry. But it was quite dramatic, ne? *hugs you*
To Fluffy: *hugs you too* Well, he's not completely gone! He'll always be there to protect Malik and Isis as well as he can.
To little-kat-girl: O.O *pale* Actually. . . I just killed his body. *looks carefully at the knife*
Malik: Oh, don't scare her, she won't be able to bring him back if you do.
Voice: Right *nods**hides behind Malik*
To snow-shadow-wolf: *hugs* Don't cry. Of course he will talk. He even will appear. I promise!
To Lee-chan: Phew, thank you ^-^
Look, dear cleaning lady. You've got so much attention.
Ryou: Do you need background information?
Voice: YES!
Ryou: Well. Her name was Arisa Kairi, but everyone called her just Cleaning Lady. She was about thirty-eight years old, had light brown hair, and dark brown eyes. No living relatives, so no one would actually care she died; except your loyal reviewers! *hugs reviewers* ^-^ I miss her, too. *puts a forget-me-not on the Cleaning Lady's Shrine*
Voice: Thank you, Ryou ^-^ Now it's your turn to tell the story again!
*~*
Ryou's POV
The next morning I awoke before sunrise. The horizon was in a pale blue-ish white, like it was every time minutes before sunrise. I had slept quite well and didn't leave the place I had fell to sleep in the whole night; Bakura's arms. Oh don't look at me like that! Nothing happened! I swear. Except that one time after I had finished the fragments of the song I had to sing for Bakura.
*~*Flashback*~*
"How about some games?", the taller boy smirked down at the younger albino in his arms, nodding to the large TV screen embedded in the wall of the tent. When you could call it a tent; it was more like a small trailer. Ryou nodded excitedly and settled down on the couch. "What do we play?"
"I thought of some play station IV." "You got one in here?!" "Would I ask you if I didn't?"
Ryou shook his head, smiling and waiting for Bakura to sit down next to him. He did and bent over to whisper into the younger boy's ear. "I'm gonna cream your ass."
"You won't!"
"I will."
"Not!"
"Too!"
The most mature discussion went on for a few minutes, until Bakura pressed his finger onto Ryou's lips to hush him. "It's okay now."
Both of them now wore some helmets which allowed them to find themselves within the virtual game-world of the game Bakura had chosen. It was some kind of car racing, so both of them "climbed" into their favourite cars and hit the road.
The sky outside was covered in royal blue, black, and dark purple, and stars. The moon hang over the sea. And both boys lye on the couch panting slightly, their helmets already forgotten on the floor.
"That. . . was awesome.", Ryou panted, opening his eyes and glancing at Bakura. The older boy smirked. "Of course it was. Or do you doubt my skills?" Ryou used his elbows at support as he pushed himself up.
"I beat you, you know."
"You didn't. . . "
"Now what about 'I'm gonna cream your ass`?", the smaller one grinned.
"Okay, fine. You were at the goal about three seconds earlier than me."
*~*Flashback end*~*
After that, we went to bed. And he had held me in his arms though he had some kind of nightmare that night; I wanted to comfort him, but he wouldn't let me go. When I asked him about it, he stammered something about the pyramids, Mariku, and that I should go back to sleep. I know he didn't want me to, but I saw the unconscious fear deep within his eyes.
Something terrible must've happened.
Now I sat up, glancing around, but there was no Bakura anymore. I panicked at first, thinking he would've let me here alone, but he wouldn't fly back to Japan without the trailer-tent, would he? I didn't dare to think 'He wouldn't fly back without me.'
I found him outside as he watched the sea, standing in the sand with bare feet, loose shorts, and an opened chemise. His arms were crossed over his bare chest and the wind played with his hair. The sun started to rise as I climbed out of the tent and headed towards him slowly.
Stopping beside him I couldn't stop me from staring. The sun dipped his bangs into warm shades of orange, bare skin was illuminated softly, and his absent gaze never left the horizon.
"Good morning, Ryou."
I blinked. "G-Good morning."
"I'm gonna take you down there today. That okay with you?" I nodded eagerly; I would've give anything to see him in a diving suit again.
. . .
Stop looking at me like that; it IS sexy!
"Well then. We're going down as soon as Horus beats Seth and lets Re* rise."
I didn't really understand what that meant; but I went silent and watched the sunrise with him. The soft rushing of the sea calmed my heartbeat, and I nearly forgot about the previous night when the now soft and quite wistful gaze of Bakura's was clear terror. I never wanted to see him like that again.
Suddenly, Bakura loosened his arms and pulled me softly into an embrace. I blinked; that was something I wasn't prepared for. But I wrapped my arms around him like he had his ones around me, inhaling his scent as I snuggled my face into soft skin over hard muscles. The older boy buried his face into my hair.
I could've fallen asleep then and there, but as soon as sun had rose, he released me, walking back to the trailer-tent, me following. I observed him as he grabbed something out of the wardrobe-like closet and handed my very own diving suit to me. He left me alone to change. It was an odd feeling being hugged by the tight neoprene, but it didn't felt too uncomfortable. So I walked outside just to see him stopping doing the last priming and staring at me. This funny substance didn't make everyone look sexy, does it? . . . At least I hoped it would not.
Bakura just shook his head and began explaining how to use the equipment.
"Now listen, Ryou, this is important. You have to breathe steadily, try not to panic, and if something is wrong just show me. Okay? Furthermore, you have to stop for three minutes at five meters for decompression. That's necessary. When we go up again, you have to go up slowly."
"Why?"
He sighed." Because if you don't, the pressed air within your lungs will disperse and your lungs may be able to rip apart."
I went pale. "And-"
"You don't want to know what could happen."
"Oh, okay. . . "
"Ready then?" How could he ask?? I was terribly frightened. I didn't want to rip my lungs apart! That would hurt! Bakura already fastened the air container on my left upper arm. I trembling fastened the diving goggles on my face and followed him into the water.
I immediately went calm. It was beautiful! And it was very quiet. All I could hear was the sea and the bubbles that came out of my regulator when I exhaled. Fishes were everywhere around me and beneath us there was a really huge coral reef. With more fishes, and anemones.
I simply was amazed. Bakura went deeper after our decompression break and I followed him slowly. About two meters to my right, there was some kind of jellyfish. It was faint purple and I thought I had never seen anything similar before. It was simply beautiful, like everything else down here.
When I had been younger I had been afraid of the sea. It took my auntie Reka , the younger sister of my mother, when she was on a boat. Reka only was five years older than me, for my grandmother had given birth to my mum at the age of fifteen. She had been afraid to bear another child for a long time, but then Reka came. I loved her. When I was seven and she was twelve, she had been babysitting Amane and me, and in a stormy night when my sister and I couldn't sleep, she took Amane and me into her room and let us sleep in her bed, singing lullabies all over again. She had had a wonderful voice, even at that young age. The musical skill had increased, and she had become a famous singer at the age of seventeen. She died two years later, on her nineteenth birthday. About four months before my parents and Amane died.
Maybe that's why I usually couldn't stand being in the water. But there, back then with Bakura in front of me, taking care of me, it wasn't scary anymore. The song from last night came to my mind again now that I thought of Reka. . . she had been singing it, too. Maybe it was some kind of family song. I loved the singing of my mother, but I really adored Reka's. Both of their voices mixed in my confused mind, singing in beautiful harmony, completing each other, as I watched a swarm of silver-ish fishes part in front of me and gliding together behind me again. Bakura now was on the coral reef, fiddling about some anemones. He shortly looked up at me, telling me with a wave of his hand to search on the other side.
I obeyed and slowly swam around the reef. Something golden glimmered beneath me and remembering what Bakura had said about changing the heights too fast I glided down. There was something inside a hole. And I knew it had to be what Bakura searched for.
I carefully slid my arm into the hole, pulling softly on it. Soon it loosened and my hand returned with a beautiful golden dream catcher-thingy. In the middle of the ring was a pyramid with an eye on it. I swam back to Bakura and showed it to him; he nodded and pointed upwards, telling me to return to the strand. I sighed inwardly; it was amazing down here. I had to ask him if we could do that again. He clutched something in his hand as he went back up ever so slowly.
Back at the strand, when I removed the diving goggles and the regulator I saw what he had found; a golden ball. Some kind of strange eye ball. . . but it didn't matter.
"You did a quite good job down there.", he said quietly, smiling softly. I beamed. Bakura shoved the golden ball into a treasure box and took something else from the red velvet in there; it was some kind of evenly golden necklace. He attached it to the ring and hung it around my neck as I came back to him, changed into normal clothes.
"Beautiful", he said; but I noticed he didn't looked at the ring on my chest. He looked me straight in the eye.
*~*
Yay! That was a peaceful chapter.
Mariku: Why couldn't the last chapter be peaceful?
Voice: Why should it? It was ACTION!
Ryou: It was sad. *sniffs*
Bakura: *hugs Ryou* Now look what you did you cold authoress. . .
Voice: I already said I'm sorry! You're a bad influence to my already dark soul!!
Anyways, now the explanation ^-^
Egyptian history says, Horus, the "Morning", has to defeat Seth, the "Night", every day and lets Re, like the ancient Egyptians called the sun, rise, just to get beaten by Seth in the evening again. Horus does this since Seth killed his brother Osiris, who was Horus' father. Osiris lead the after-world's tribunal since then (after his wife and sister Isis had collected his body's pieces and got him together again ^-^) and weighs the hearts of the people. If they're heavier than a feather, he feeds the souls to Am'mit. (That was too much unnecessary information -.- I'm sorry.)
Review please!
