Hey everybody! To make up for the intensely short two chapters I decided
to make it up by updating faster! Or by adding a new chapter quicker.
Anyways, yay! So many reviews! Thank yous:
VampssAmby10210: Thanks continuing on!
Sk8tr Boi: Thanks! Yeah I know we all want B/R fluff, but it will come along some time soon...I think...
DaLizzie: Cookie!!!! I'm just updating for the cookie!! J/k. Hehe
Nadako-Mika: Thanks! *blush* I like your writing a lot; you're on my favorite's list! Anyways, I'm so glad you like it thanks! Yeah I didn't want just plain seer so decided to be semi creative! As for Bakura...Hm...I'll have to make him like Ryou soon.
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Anyways, almost thanksgiving break~! Joy!!! I had my last piano lesson before I get my break from it and all that's missing now is school break!! Can't wait!! Oh, I must tell you all people my stupid act of the day!!! Let's see, oh yeah, I was in chem. And we got to do cool stuff with the Bunsen burners and you need to light a match before you turn on the gas. So I did and my partner turned on the gas and well that went well and I put the match down once it was not burning anymore except I forgot I put it on the desk and I put my arm on it! Yeah I discovered that a match is still hot after it just got extinguished! Yeah and it hurts!! *sniffle* Anyways it was a pretty cool lab because all the flames got into all these pretty colors!!! Hehe, anyways on with the new chapter and enough with my mockery!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura! Maybe a mean Bakura, maybe not... ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Two even breathes took in the faint scent of the lingering inscents as they inhaled and exhaled to a steady beat, the beat of their own hearts. One could almost hear the steady heart beats echoing in the perfect silence. The smoke of the inscents drifted around their heads, ghostly fingers and hands caressing the soft skins. Not a breath of wind dared to creep into the silent cavern, even the fire seemed to stay silent, not crackling or popping, it was as if time was stilled and they existed in a place where neither time nor anything else seemed to exist. Only their steady breathing and the smoke of the inscents, slowly filtering the all too quiet atmosphere around them. Slowly two pairs of eyes fluttered as time once more seemed to race into the room and made both occupants awake from their slumber. Sea green met aquamarine as Isis smiled at the youth. He had learned quickly the art of mediation, to empty one's mind in order to work their magic. She slowly got up, her muscles and joint protesting at the long misuse. She could see Ryou doing the same, his face scrunching as he tried stretch.
"I know this doesn't seem like anything now, but the smallest things can make the biggest differences Ryou. As a seer you must learn not only your craft, but also the art of patience."
Nodding Ryou followed Isis to the main sitting room only to find a dusty Malik accompanied by an equally dusty Bakura. Both figures were tiredly reclining onto the silken pillows, their limbs stretched over the soft material. The flickering fire light drew forever receding shadows upon their faces, making their eyes shadowy pits that glowed a deep garnet or bright lavender. All angles of their faces seemed to be exemplified only to create an even more mysterious look. Hair shone in the dim light like dulled gold and polished silver. They almost seemed to melt into the shadows, nearly invisible in the dim room.
"Good to see you're back brother."
Mumbling an answer Malik just waved a limp hand as he let his burnished gold head fall onto the pile of pillows. Bakura's eerie garnet orbs seemed to be transfixed onto Ryou, drawn by some unseen force. The strong gaze left Ryou speechless, made mute by a single glare. Those stormy eyes seemed to contemplate everything about the boy, taking in the thin frame followed by the mass of thick silvery white hair that glowed with an unnatural light. The large sea green eyes fixed on the cold pale marble, pale as his skin. The simple tunic hung around him, the fire light tracing his body in the rich material. As the youth settled onto the pillows next to the half dozing Malik, he timidly gazed back at Bakura. After a moment of gazing at those alluring sea green eyes framed with thick lashes, Bakura looked away, redirecting his gaze to the mass of licking, flickering flames.
"Did you have nightmares?"
Startled he looked up, hoping to see the tomb robber's garnet gaze once more, only to see that he was still staring at the flames.
"No."
It was true, after his little meeting with Bakura by the oasis, Ryou had fallen asleep like he used back at his village. No nightmares plagued his sleep, no screams, no heavy thud of arrows, no deadly whisper of blades. Only sleep, only calm serene sleep.
"They will fade soon. They will go away like your memories of your village."
"H-how do you know?"
He dared to ask. Startled, Bakura let his strong stare sweep back to the boy for a miniscule minute before he let it wander back to the flames. For a minute Ryou though the thief was refusing to tell him that was until he spoke.
"I used to live in a village too, not one far from here. Ten years since it was attacked. I used to have nightmares too, often of my village burning down."
Bakura frowned for a moment as he recalled the smell of burning flesh combined with the sweat of those still fighting. He remembered how it made him sick to his stomach, making him want to hide away. He barely made it, of course he almost died by wandering in the desert, only to be found by some kindly healers who helped him to the next village before they let him fend for himself, thinking he had family there. Ryou stared at the face of the tomb robber, seeing the upset look. Maybe he was wrong to ask him such a personal question; after all he seemed to be the person who kept his secrets guarded closer then the pharaoh.
"It's never pleasant to see your own home go up in flames."
He let his gaze rest back onto the boy who was staring at him, spellbound.
"Do you still dream of it? D-do you still have nightmares about your village?"
Another pause before he answered.
"No, I said before, they fade away, like your memories of your village."
"What do you dream of?"
Bakura let his answer slip out easier then an oil covered object.
"Revenge."
His lips curled up into a silent sneer as he saw the mocking face of the general who cruelly plunged his sword into his people, the soldiers who cried out in laughter as they heard the agonizing cries of his own family, trapped under the burning building.
"Revenge for the ones that killed them?"
Ryou's soft voice invaded his thoughts as he looked down upon the gaze of sea green. Bakura let out a lethal grin, his features turning sharper at the thought.
"Yes," He hissed out, "Yes, revenge on the pharaoh." ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Done! Yes Bakura wants revenge on the pharaoh! It's actually what happened in the magna; Bakura lived in a village called Kuru Enru which was destroyed in order of the late pharaoh's orders. Bakura, only a little kid watched as his whole village was killed off and he escaped. Later when he grew up he swore revenge on the pharaoh and went all bitter like that. Anyways, I'm pretty sure that's what happened. So I'll try to update again, but we'll have to see. So please read and review and until the next chapter, ja! ^_^
VampssAmby10210: Thanks continuing on!
Sk8tr Boi: Thanks! Yeah I know we all want B/R fluff, but it will come along some time soon...I think...
DaLizzie: Cookie!!!! I'm just updating for the cookie!! J/k. Hehe
Nadako-Mika: Thanks! *blush* I like your writing a lot; you're on my favorite's list! Anyways, I'm so glad you like it thanks! Yeah I didn't want just plain seer so decided to be semi creative! As for Bakura...Hm...I'll have to make him like Ryou soon.
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Anyways, almost thanksgiving break~! Joy!!! I had my last piano lesson before I get my break from it and all that's missing now is school break!! Can't wait!! Oh, I must tell you all people my stupid act of the day!!! Let's see, oh yeah, I was in chem. And we got to do cool stuff with the Bunsen burners and you need to light a match before you turn on the gas. So I did and my partner turned on the gas and well that went well and I put the match down once it was not burning anymore except I forgot I put it on the desk and I put my arm on it! Yeah I discovered that a match is still hot after it just got extinguished! Yeah and it hurts!! *sniffle* Anyways it was a pretty cool lab because all the flames got into all these pretty colors!!! Hehe, anyways on with the new chapter and enough with my mockery!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura! Maybe a mean Bakura, maybe not... ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Two even breathes took in the faint scent of the lingering inscents as they inhaled and exhaled to a steady beat, the beat of their own hearts. One could almost hear the steady heart beats echoing in the perfect silence. The smoke of the inscents drifted around their heads, ghostly fingers and hands caressing the soft skins. Not a breath of wind dared to creep into the silent cavern, even the fire seemed to stay silent, not crackling or popping, it was as if time was stilled and they existed in a place where neither time nor anything else seemed to exist. Only their steady breathing and the smoke of the inscents, slowly filtering the all too quiet atmosphere around them. Slowly two pairs of eyes fluttered as time once more seemed to race into the room and made both occupants awake from their slumber. Sea green met aquamarine as Isis smiled at the youth. He had learned quickly the art of mediation, to empty one's mind in order to work their magic. She slowly got up, her muscles and joint protesting at the long misuse. She could see Ryou doing the same, his face scrunching as he tried stretch.
"I know this doesn't seem like anything now, but the smallest things can make the biggest differences Ryou. As a seer you must learn not only your craft, but also the art of patience."
Nodding Ryou followed Isis to the main sitting room only to find a dusty Malik accompanied by an equally dusty Bakura. Both figures were tiredly reclining onto the silken pillows, their limbs stretched over the soft material. The flickering fire light drew forever receding shadows upon their faces, making their eyes shadowy pits that glowed a deep garnet or bright lavender. All angles of their faces seemed to be exemplified only to create an even more mysterious look. Hair shone in the dim light like dulled gold and polished silver. They almost seemed to melt into the shadows, nearly invisible in the dim room.
"Good to see you're back brother."
Mumbling an answer Malik just waved a limp hand as he let his burnished gold head fall onto the pile of pillows. Bakura's eerie garnet orbs seemed to be transfixed onto Ryou, drawn by some unseen force. The strong gaze left Ryou speechless, made mute by a single glare. Those stormy eyes seemed to contemplate everything about the boy, taking in the thin frame followed by the mass of thick silvery white hair that glowed with an unnatural light. The large sea green eyes fixed on the cold pale marble, pale as his skin. The simple tunic hung around him, the fire light tracing his body in the rich material. As the youth settled onto the pillows next to the half dozing Malik, he timidly gazed back at Bakura. After a moment of gazing at those alluring sea green eyes framed with thick lashes, Bakura looked away, redirecting his gaze to the mass of licking, flickering flames.
"Did you have nightmares?"
Startled he looked up, hoping to see the tomb robber's garnet gaze once more, only to see that he was still staring at the flames.
"No."
It was true, after his little meeting with Bakura by the oasis, Ryou had fallen asleep like he used back at his village. No nightmares plagued his sleep, no screams, no heavy thud of arrows, no deadly whisper of blades. Only sleep, only calm serene sleep.
"They will fade soon. They will go away like your memories of your village."
"H-how do you know?"
He dared to ask. Startled, Bakura let his strong stare sweep back to the boy for a miniscule minute before he let it wander back to the flames. For a minute Ryou though the thief was refusing to tell him that was until he spoke.
"I used to live in a village too, not one far from here. Ten years since it was attacked. I used to have nightmares too, often of my village burning down."
Bakura frowned for a moment as he recalled the smell of burning flesh combined with the sweat of those still fighting. He remembered how it made him sick to his stomach, making him want to hide away. He barely made it, of course he almost died by wandering in the desert, only to be found by some kindly healers who helped him to the next village before they let him fend for himself, thinking he had family there. Ryou stared at the face of the tomb robber, seeing the upset look. Maybe he was wrong to ask him such a personal question; after all he seemed to be the person who kept his secrets guarded closer then the pharaoh.
"It's never pleasant to see your own home go up in flames."
He let his gaze rest back onto the boy who was staring at him, spellbound.
"Do you still dream of it? D-do you still have nightmares about your village?"
Another pause before he answered.
"No, I said before, they fade away, like your memories of your village."
"What do you dream of?"
Bakura let his answer slip out easier then an oil covered object.
"Revenge."
His lips curled up into a silent sneer as he saw the mocking face of the general who cruelly plunged his sword into his people, the soldiers who cried out in laughter as they heard the agonizing cries of his own family, trapped under the burning building.
"Revenge for the ones that killed them?"
Ryou's soft voice invaded his thoughts as he looked down upon the gaze of sea green. Bakura let out a lethal grin, his features turning sharper at the thought.
"Yes," He hissed out, "Yes, revenge on the pharaoh." ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Done! Yes Bakura wants revenge on the pharaoh! It's actually what happened in the magna; Bakura lived in a village called Kuru Enru which was destroyed in order of the late pharaoh's orders. Bakura, only a little kid watched as his whole village was killed off and he escaped. Later when he grew up he swore revenge on the pharaoh and went all bitter like that. Anyways, I'm pretty sure that's what happened. So I'll try to update again, but we'll have to see. So please read and review and until the next chapter, ja! ^_^
