Hey everybody! Back once more for a new chapter. I know my chapters are
really short lately; I'm trying my best to make them as long as possible.
Anyways I'll try to move the story faster to, I know all of you want to see
Ryou and Bakura kiss already but it'll take some time, sorry to say. I
think this fic will be longer then my previous one. Thank yous:
Yuri Rikusentai: No problem, take your time on my stories and reviews, its okay. You can use the reference, anybody can. For your sister's I can only offer sympathy.........when your yami gets back maybe it'll get less hectic! Anyways, I wish you the best of luck on your exams, I'm sure you'll do fine!
VampssAmby10210: Thanks!
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Mon Dieu! You're over working!!! Take a break sometime!! Going to Europe huh? I've been there before and it's a wonderful place. Hope you enjoy it! And for your other troubles, I hope this will help you lighten your moods, this chapter will be for you once more!!! Yes a dedication to you in hopes that you will find some enjoyment in your hectic life! Take you time and read my fic when you have the time! Thanks for being such a great reviewer!
Bakuraluva: Yeah same here, I always saw Ryou as someone who wouldn't judge someone by their actions but rather their reasons. Well thanks for your review!
Carmen: Thanks!
Evil Chibi Malik: Awww.........what a cute smile Nanashi has! Yay, more pocky! Thank you! I can always rely on you for my daily supply of pocky!!!
Mavelus: I know Bakura needs to hurry up with Ryou, but remember he's the cold tomb robber who has no emotions! I'll fix that up soon though, no to worry!! Thanks and hope to hear from you again!
LittleDarkOne: Thanks!
Aurora of the Moon: I know a tad bit sad, but it may go up soon!
SaSaMi7: Thanks, I'm updating!
Wow, so many pretty reviews!!!!! I feel so loved! And on a lovely sugar high! Anyways, thank you all for reviewing for me I hope you enjoy my ficcy!!! On with the new chapter!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura as usual, Bakura may be starting to warm up to Ryou now! ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Wide eyes stared up at the velvety dark sky, watching the many stars smiling down at him. Slender fingers toyed with long locks once more as the young seer lay awake in his bed. The thin filmy covers draped his body, outlining the lithe body in the silvery light of the moon. Wide Nile green eyes blinked owlishly in the dark, contemplating the words that kept on echoing in his head.
"They will soon fade away, like your memories of your village."
Would they? Of course he wanted to forget the smoke, the whisper of blades, the screams, the cries, yet.........he didn't want to forget those calming afternoons in which he had played with his friends, chasing each other in the near by streams. He didn't want to forget his mother's beautiful face, those gentle warm eyes, dark and mysterious, or her hair, a silken sheet of hair that somehow she had managed to keep beautiful even through all the hard labor. Or his father's amused dark eyes that always smiled at him and his strong outline working in the fields until Ra descended into the underworld. He didn't want to forget any of that. He didn't want to forget the quiet rustle of the reeds when the winds ran through them or the silent nights when he looked up the stars as he did now and count them until he fell asleep. Turning in the mass of his mattress and sheets he settled on his stomach. What did Bakura hate so much about his village? Or why did he want to forget it so much? He had made it clear he wanted revenge on the pharaoh, not that Ryou really blamed him. Of course Ryou too would want to get revenge on the raiders who killed his own family yet he couldn't. He didn't have to power to kill, and he couldn't bring himself to do it either. No matter how much they had wanted to hurt him or his village Ryou knew that they too were still human as Isis had pointed out just that afternoon. Sighing Ryou let his eyes close as sleep slowly over took him. 'Maybe tonight I'll dream of papa and mama, maybe I'll dream of my village and maybe they won't fade away.........maybe I'll still have them.........'
Bakura sat on the cold balcony that overlooked the empty desert. He let his garnet gaze fall upon the dark sky and its shining stars. Running a hand through his short locks he let out a sigh. He let his finger trace his scar that ran down his cheek. He remembered when he got it, it was just after he had escaped the desert, the healer had left him in the city with a few coins, just in case, but those coins were long gone now. He looked at the loaf of bread, steaming, just taken out from the kiln. He wanted just a piece of it so badly, his hunger attacked his whole body making his vision waver for a second. While the baker had his back turned he snatched at it, hiding it in his robes, he though he did it when he felt a sharp pain along his cheek, and his vision became red as his own blood began to obscure his vision. The baker had a knife poised to stab him, its blade already stained red by the slash made under his eye. Bakura ran, he ran hard, trying to escape the baker and that was easy. He easily lost him in the crowd and the baker was more concerned about his wares then a skinny little street rat, which he had already hurt. It was only one loaf of bread to him, but to the young Bakura it was a feast! And he got away so easily, the baker barely gave a chase, and he was in one piece! Save for his slash, but that would soon heal.*
Sighing Bakura traced his scar again, how long ago had that been? Only ten years! He bit back a scream of frustration, why?! Why did he tell the young seer about his village?! Why did he give such precious information so easily?! It had taken Malik two years to pry the information out of him and he had been drunk that day too! Why did he surrender the information so easily?! It must have been those eyes, those alluring pale green eyes, framed with the longest lashes Bakura had ever seen. God's above! The boy was so exotic, so fascinating! Those alluring eyes and skin so pale it seemed to rival Chons beauty! Bakura didn't deny it; the boy was beautiful, so delicate looking, so exotic. It was as if he was a flower in the desert, flourishing under the severe gaze of Ra. That silvery white hair that looked so much like his own, except longer, more tamed. He wanted to curl it around his own hands; he wanted to see if it was silky soft as it looked. He wanted to trail his mouth down that pale skin of the boy to see if he tasted like anything he looked like, like the vanilla stuff Malik had once smuggled into Egypt. Wait.........was he fantasizing over the young seer?! Swallowing hard Bakura tried to scowl, of course not! Just because he wanted to kiss the boy senseless, stroke the soft looking hair, and try to taste him didn't mean he wanted to boy! Of course not! Right.........Bakura swallowed again. Why were the Gods doing this to him?! Hadn't he suffered enough?! Apparently not. Sighing in frustration once more he got up and started to pace.
The cool wind slapped his face, tossing his locks. Maybe it was only lust, nothing more. He was a tomb robber, one who defaced the Gods, made the spirits wander the earth aimlessly as he made sure they never made it past the underworld. He was the one that everybody feared, the King of Thieves! Emotionless and defiantly not one to fall for a seer. A seer belonged to the Pharaoh's court, one who saved the kingdom of Egypt from despair and one who was venerated beyond the pharaoh. The pharaoh. At just he thought, his lips curled up in defiance and disgust. He would bring the down fall of the pharaoh, make him pay for his misdoing's even if it was his father's doing, his son was good enough.
He stalked past the open door of Ryou's room to see something that caught his eyes. He slowly crept in; making sure that no one was in the hallways to watch him. The young boy was twisting and turning in his sleep, obviously plagued by another nightmare. Beads of sweat rolled down the young one's forehead, disappearing into the thick and tangled mane of silvery hair. He could hear snatches of words uttered something in the boy's native language. A small whine escaped his throat as he thrashed in his sheets. Hesitantly he let his hand rest on the young one's forehead and instantly Ryou settled down, his movement ceased. The whimper fell and was left unfinished in the night air. Quiet words still fell from his lips as they formed ghostly sentences lost in the dark air. Biting his lower lip Bakura let his hand gently travel down to the young one's cheek, so soft, like the rare flower's that grew after the monsoon season. As stroked the petal soft cheek, Ryou stopped all movement and fell into slumber once more, breathing out a soft sigh. He curled up to Bakura's touch and frowned when he took away his hand. The silvery beams of the moon bathed the angelic youth, making the silvery locks shine like the moon itself, the pale petal soft skin glowing with a beauty Bakura couldn't describe. It was as if Chon had embodied the youth and reflected all his immortal beauty. Letting into temptation once more he let his fingers skim across the youth's cheek, drawing designs onto the silken skin. A small smile graced Ryou's lips as Bakura touched the soft skin. Slowly Bakura withdrew his finger's once more and simply melted into the shadows of the room, watching the youth sleep before he slipped out into the dark marble passages, quickly arriving into the sanctuary of his room, away from beautiful youth's and past dreams.
Unbeknownst to Bakura, a pair of bright lavender eyes watched his from retreat into his room; he missed the smile that adorned the tanned blonde's lips. With a sigh Malik crept back into his own room, shaking his head at his partner's stubborn streak. As the blonde closed his door, a soft prayer to Hathor could be heard as a pair of hands lit a stick of inscents and aquamarine eyes rested on the closed door of Bakura. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* * Another chapter done! Yes everybody except Bakura seems to accept that he love, yes loves Ryou! Ah, poor Bakura, being so stubborn! We'll start to see signs of inner struggle once more as Bakura contemplates if he really does love Ryou or if it's lust or if he's just going crazy. As for Ryou? Well let's just say he has a little crush on the tomb robber. ^_~ anyways, please read and review and I will update soon!! Ja ne! ^_^
*I made this up; I don't know how he actually got the scar. I don't think anybody knows, but if you do please tell me! Thanks!
Yuri Rikusentai: No problem, take your time on my stories and reviews, its okay. You can use the reference, anybody can. For your sister's I can only offer sympathy.........when your yami gets back maybe it'll get less hectic! Anyways, I wish you the best of luck on your exams, I'm sure you'll do fine!
VampssAmby10210: Thanks!
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Mon Dieu! You're over working!!! Take a break sometime!! Going to Europe huh? I've been there before and it's a wonderful place. Hope you enjoy it! And for your other troubles, I hope this will help you lighten your moods, this chapter will be for you once more!!! Yes a dedication to you in hopes that you will find some enjoyment in your hectic life! Take you time and read my fic when you have the time! Thanks for being such a great reviewer!
Bakuraluva: Yeah same here, I always saw Ryou as someone who wouldn't judge someone by their actions but rather their reasons. Well thanks for your review!
Carmen: Thanks!
Evil Chibi Malik: Awww.........what a cute smile Nanashi has! Yay, more pocky! Thank you! I can always rely on you for my daily supply of pocky!!!
Mavelus: I know Bakura needs to hurry up with Ryou, but remember he's the cold tomb robber who has no emotions! I'll fix that up soon though, no to worry!! Thanks and hope to hear from you again!
LittleDarkOne: Thanks!
Aurora of the Moon: I know a tad bit sad, but it may go up soon!
SaSaMi7: Thanks, I'm updating!
Wow, so many pretty reviews!!!!! I feel so loved! And on a lovely sugar high! Anyways, thank you all for reviewing for me I hope you enjoy my ficcy!!! On with the new chapter!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura as usual, Bakura may be starting to warm up to Ryou now! ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Wide eyes stared up at the velvety dark sky, watching the many stars smiling down at him. Slender fingers toyed with long locks once more as the young seer lay awake in his bed. The thin filmy covers draped his body, outlining the lithe body in the silvery light of the moon. Wide Nile green eyes blinked owlishly in the dark, contemplating the words that kept on echoing in his head.
"They will soon fade away, like your memories of your village."
Would they? Of course he wanted to forget the smoke, the whisper of blades, the screams, the cries, yet.........he didn't want to forget those calming afternoons in which he had played with his friends, chasing each other in the near by streams. He didn't want to forget his mother's beautiful face, those gentle warm eyes, dark and mysterious, or her hair, a silken sheet of hair that somehow she had managed to keep beautiful even through all the hard labor. Or his father's amused dark eyes that always smiled at him and his strong outline working in the fields until Ra descended into the underworld. He didn't want to forget any of that. He didn't want to forget the quiet rustle of the reeds when the winds ran through them or the silent nights when he looked up the stars as he did now and count them until he fell asleep. Turning in the mass of his mattress and sheets he settled on his stomach. What did Bakura hate so much about his village? Or why did he want to forget it so much? He had made it clear he wanted revenge on the pharaoh, not that Ryou really blamed him. Of course Ryou too would want to get revenge on the raiders who killed his own family yet he couldn't. He didn't have to power to kill, and he couldn't bring himself to do it either. No matter how much they had wanted to hurt him or his village Ryou knew that they too were still human as Isis had pointed out just that afternoon. Sighing Ryou let his eyes close as sleep slowly over took him. 'Maybe tonight I'll dream of papa and mama, maybe I'll dream of my village and maybe they won't fade away.........maybe I'll still have them.........'
Bakura sat on the cold balcony that overlooked the empty desert. He let his garnet gaze fall upon the dark sky and its shining stars. Running a hand through his short locks he let out a sigh. He let his finger trace his scar that ran down his cheek. He remembered when he got it, it was just after he had escaped the desert, the healer had left him in the city with a few coins, just in case, but those coins were long gone now. He looked at the loaf of bread, steaming, just taken out from the kiln. He wanted just a piece of it so badly, his hunger attacked his whole body making his vision waver for a second. While the baker had his back turned he snatched at it, hiding it in his robes, he though he did it when he felt a sharp pain along his cheek, and his vision became red as his own blood began to obscure his vision. The baker had a knife poised to stab him, its blade already stained red by the slash made under his eye. Bakura ran, he ran hard, trying to escape the baker and that was easy. He easily lost him in the crowd and the baker was more concerned about his wares then a skinny little street rat, which he had already hurt. It was only one loaf of bread to him, but to the young Bakura it was a feast! And he got away so easily, the baker barely gave a chase, and he was in one piece! Save for his slash, but that would soon heal.*
Sighing Bakura traced his scar again, how long ago had that been? Only ten years! He bit back a scream of frustration, why?! Why did he tell the young seer about his village?! Why did he give such precious information so easily?! It had taken Malik two years to pry the information out of him and he had been drunk that day too! Why did he surrender the information so easily?! It must have been those eyes, those alluring pale green eyes, framed with the longest lashes Bakura had ever seen. God's above! The boy was so exotic, so fascinating! Those alluring eyes and skin so pale it seemed to rival Chons beauty! Bakura didn't deny it; the boy was beautiful, so delicate looking, so exotic. It was as if he was a flower in the desert, flourishing under the severe gaze of Ra. That silvery white hair that looked so much like his own, except longer, more tamed. He wanted to curl it around his own hands; he wanted to see if it was silky soft as it looked. He wanted to trail his mouth down that pale skin of the boy to see if he tasted like anything he looked like, like the vanilla stuff Malik had once smuggled into Egypt. Wait.........was he fantasizing over the young seer?! Swallowing hard Bakura tried to scowl, of course not! Just because he wanted to kiss the boy senseless, stroke the soft looking hair, and try to taste him didn't mean he wanted to boy! Of course not! Right.........Bakura swallowed again. Why were the Gods doing this to him?! Hadn't he suffered enough?! Apparently not. Sighing in frustration once more he got up and started to pace.
The cool wind slapped his face, tossing his locks. Maybe it was only lust, nothing more. He was a tomb robber, one who defaced the Gods, made the spirits wander the earth aimlessly as he made sure they never made it past the underworld. He was the one that everybody feared, the King of Thieves! Emotionless and defiantly not one to fall for a seer. A seer belonged to the Pharaoh's court, one who saved the kingdom of Egypt from despair and one who was venerated beyond the pharaoh. The pharaoh. At just he thought, his lips curled up in defiance and disgust. He would bring the down fall of the pharaoh, make him pay for his misdoing's even if it was his father's doing, his son was good enough.
He stalked past the open door of Ryou's room to see something that caught his eyes. He slowly crept in; making sure that no one was in the hallways to watch him. The young boy was twisting and turning in his sleep, obviously plagued by another nightmare. Beads of sweat rolled down the young one's forehead, disappearing into the thick and tangled mane of silvery hair. He could hear snatches of words uttered something in the boy's native language. A small whine escaped his throat as he thrashed in his sheets. Hesitantly he let his hand rest on the young one's forehead and instantly Ryou settled down, his movement ceased. The whimper fell and was left unfinished in the night air. Quiet words still fell from his lips as they formed ghostly sentences lost in the dark air. Biting his lower lip Bakura let his hand gently travel down to the young one's cheek, so soft, like the rare flower's that grew after the monsoon season. As stroked the petal soft cheek, Ryou stopped all movement and fell into slumber once more, breathing out a soft sigh. He curled up to Bakura's touch and frowned when he took away his hand. The silvery beams of the moon bathed the angelic youth, making the silvery locks shine like the moon itself, the pale petal soft skin glowing with a beauty Bakura couldn't describe. It was as if Chon had embodied the youth and reflected all his immortal beauty. Letting into temptation once more he let his fingers skim across the youth's cheek, drawing designs onto the silken skin. A small smile graced Ryou's lips as Bakura touched the soft skin. Slowly Bakura withdrew his finger's once more and simply melted into the shadows of the room, watching the youth sleep before he slipped out into the dark marble passages, quickly arriving into the sanctuary of his room, away from beautiful youth's and past dreams.
Unbeknownst to Bakura, a pair of bright lavender eyes watched his from retreat into his room; he missed the smile that adorned the tanned blonde's lips. With a sigh Malik crept back into his own room, shaking his head at his partner's stubborn streak. As the blonde closed his door, a soft prayer to Hathor could be heard as a pair of hands lit a stick of inscents and aquamarine eyes rested on the closed door of Bakura. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* * Another chapter done! Yes everybody except Bakura seems to accept that he love, yes loves Ryou! Ah, poor Bakura, being so stubborn! We'll start to see signs of inner struggle once more as Bakura contemplates if he really does love Ryou or if it's lust or if he's just going crazy. As for Ryou? Well let's just say he has a little crush on the tomb robber. ^_~ anyways, please read and review and I will update soon!! Ja ne! ^_^
*I made this up; I don't know how he actually got the scar. I don't think anybody knows, but if you do please tell me! Thanks!
