Back again!!!! I've been trying to do massive update since track starts
soon...T-T Wow!!! I got so many reviews! It's more then what I got for my
previous fic! So happy! Anyways, the thank yous:
Yuu: Thanks for the info! I thought it was along those lines, but I don't know if can use it for the fic...it might ruin the plot, the whole use the bones and blood for the millennium items thing...thanks though!
Sk8er Boi: Thanks! I know, mean baker. Poor Bakura...oh and the pharaoh thing? He wanted to get revenge on Yami's father, but he died so he's going for Yami, sorry, but he won't die by Bakura, promise!!!!
SaSaMi7: Thanks! Yes the heartless Bakura is succumbing into love!!! Mwahaha!!!
Nadako-Mika: Thank you! *blush* I feel so honored! I updated my chapter pretty much at the same time, one on one day so you might not have caught it. Yeah I thought that an evil Bakura might be too much of a character change, but he may warm up to Ryou! Hopefully...hehe, yeah poor Bakura, being watched by everyone!
Ryou Bakura Obsessor: Thanks! Ah the heartache of love.
VampssAmby10210: It's okay, I don't think anybody know where he got the scars. Thanks for the review!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Evil Chibi Malik: hehe, what a chant. Yay! Pocky!! Thank you! As for Bakura in denial...I have many plans for him!!! Yes, he shall feel the wrath of love!! Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!
DaLizzie: Thanks, I try to update any time I can but it might slow down once track starts...stupid sports...
So many reviews!!!!!! I feel so loved at the moment...*basking in the love of reviews* Anyways, here Bakura will feel the indecision of love and such, heh, time for Bakura torture.
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, some Bakura torture. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Ra slowly rose about the horizon, painting the sky a deep blood red, signifying the blood of the battle fought in the underworld. His fiery gaze slowly gazing upon the brightening earth. His immortal rays touched the bronzed cheeks of the older seer, making the aquamarine eyes open to the brightness. Slowly the sleep rumpled figure rose from her warm bed, letting her feet rest on the cool wood. She let her calm eyes drift to the inscent still light from the previous night, its sweet Gardenia scent drifted around her room, Gardenia for love. She let a soft whimsical smile adorn her normally stern features, shaking her sleep rumpled head she smiled at the tomb robber's stubbornness. What a foolish youth, to think that no emotion plagued him any longer, to think that his heart was made of stone, such foolishness. Hathor would break down his mask; she would strike him with the fury of love and its wonderful sensations. Sighing she let the cooled water awake her fully, letting the scent of gardenia drape around her like perfume. Smoothing her skin over with the scented oils she let the scent of rose's coat her, breathing in the sweetened scent she smiled and crept out into the still silent hall. Knowing her lazy brother, he would still be asleep and from past experience she knew better then to go into Bakura's room. Let's just say he didn't like it when people went sneaking around his room when he was sleep. As she opened her brother's door she looked in to see as usual his body spread out onto every corner of the bed, letting his body be covered by the filmy sheets, making it impossible for Isis to tell which her brother's limbs were or the sheets. Shaking her head she looked into Ryou's room to see the youth curled up into a little ball under his sheets, burrowed under them. His silvery hair was all that was visible, the rest had disappeared. Smiling Isis closed the door and crept down to the kitchens, preparing for the rush of hungry stomachs and loud complaints by her brother.
Ryou arose, rubbing his eye as he squirmed out of his cocoon of sheets. For a minute he though he was back at his village, his mother singing as she moved around to make breakfast, but the feeling of the fine gauzy sheet jogged his memory to remember that his village was no more, only a mere memory. Yawning he blew away at his hair that hung in front of his eyes. Crawling out of the warm nest he stumbled to the closet, pulling out a new tunic and pants. As he slipped them on he blinked sleepily yawning once more. Slipping out of his room he rubbed his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the last remnants of sleep. As he walked numbly he bumped into another blurred figure that was just emerging from his own room. Looking up he was garnet eyes staring down at him.
Bakura could hear Isis's soft steps as she padded down the marble passages, making her early morning ritual of checking upon her brother's sleeping form along with the new charge. He swallowed, Ryou. What had he done last night?! He was growing weak! Letting useless emotions get to him. What had he turned into? Sighing he rubbed his disheveled head, running his hand through his short locks. But the child, the boy more like, was just too beautiful to ignore. Just too...something. Just something about the pale skin and equally pale locks seemed to draw him to the boy. It was as if the child had woven a spell onto him, making him entranced by the youth.
Oh, listen to yourself, you sound just like a love sick fool, since when did he feel emotions? Emotions just got in the way; they were just useless like extra steals from a poor tomb. Delaying actions that needed to be done, getting in the way of plans. It was all useless. He wasn't capable of emotions, too many years he had been a tomb robber, killing for the pure need to see blood, stealing and defacing tombs just for the fun of knowing that the dead spirits of the nobles would never cross into the realm of the dead. He did it for the danger, the blood, the steals. He was a tomb robber, one who never felt any emotions, no guilt...
Are you? Are you emotionless? Do you feel no guilt?
Yes, snarled the darker half of him, yes I feel no guilt, no emotion, no nothing!
Then what do you call that feeling you feel ever time you see the blood dripping down you scimitar?
Blood lust...
No, you feel guilt; you feel guilt for what you have done. You feel guilt for the lives you took away. And what about last night? Are you foolish enough to think that it was not emotion that made you go to his side and comfort him? You dolt, open your eyes! You're in love with the boy and you can't admit it!
Quiet fool! I feel no emotion! No guilt! No love!
Ah, but denying you just proved to yourself you love the boy, you know it...
With that the voices disappeared into the shadowy depths of his soul, making him shake with the pure emotion, yes emotion running through his veins. Was it right? That he loved the boy? That he felt guilt, remorse, emotions? He shivered and tightly gripped the gauzy sheet around his body even tighter. God's above! Was he just going insane? Hearing voices in his head, arguing about his, his feelings? Shaking his head, he regained the shaky composure and stepped out of his room which suddenly seemed to grow too small for him. Stepping out into the marble passages, he felt somebody collide into him, landing hard onto the cold floors. He looked down to see a mass of rumpled silvery hair, much like his own. Swallowing hard he stared down, only to be met by a pair of sleepy pale eyes. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Ryou looked up at Bakura before jumping to his feet to apologize once he realized who it was he collided into.
"Sorry! I didn't see who it was!"
Bakura stayed silent, his eyes trained onto the pale face of Ryou, yet they were unfocused as they seemed to be debating something. Then just as suddenly, those garnet eyes seemed to grow clear once more, jerking his head up.
"Hm. Just be careful next time."
Nodding, he followed Bakura down the passages, silently walking close to the lithe body of the tomb robber.
"I had a dream last night."
Surprised Bakura looked down slightly to see Ryou's eyes on the floor.
"I had a dream that I had a night mare...a night mare about my village, but suddenly you came and you comforted me. You put me back to sleep. I know it was foolish to think that it was you, but when I woke up I felt like it was you, that you stopped my nightmare..."
Shocked Bakura looked down at the youth, his garnet eyes showing surprise and for the first time, emotion. Ryou stared up at them, exploiting them.
"It was you weren't it? You were there last night and you stopped my nightmare didn't you?"
Bakura's breathe seemed to have stopped, his shocked expression not giving away. Ryou could see the slight tremble in the tall figure. Emotions flashed through those garnet eyes, eyes he had come to admire. When Bakura didn't answer, which he didn't expect him to; Ryou leaned in closer, letting Bakura take in the scent of lazy sleep and something that smelled like vanilla, sweet and intoxicating.
"You don't have to tell me because I know it was you, I saw it."
Those large eyes seemed to reflect everything, Bakura could see his own face reflected, slightly contorted by fear and shock. The pale sea green eyes never wandered from his face, he was held in a stead fast gaze. Ryou leaned in close so his mouth was just above the tomb robber's ear.
"Don't fear in which there is no fear."
With that he gave the thief a quick peck on the cheek, Ryou walked off into the dimly lit room where Malik and Isis awaited him for breakfast. Bakura stared down at the small figure walking in the dark, his white linen tunic shining in the darkness; it was surprising how such a small figure seemed to brighten the hall so much. He let his calloused fingers touch the spot on which Ryou's soft lips had pressed against his own skin. Garnet eyes were trained onto the figure walking down, not even glancing back. Soon he too disappeared and Bakura was left alone in the darkened hall ways, his fingers softly touching the place where warm lips had touched his skin. Blinking he just let his hand drop and stood in the dark, waiting for the answers to come to him. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Done! Wow, that was one weird chapter...hope you liked it! There was some foreshadowing in it, but you don't have to worry about that for now. So yes, Bakura seems to be confused about what's happening! What will he do next? Will he act upon it? Ignore it? Go insane? You'll soon find out when I update again! Thanks and read and review as always! Ja ne! ^_^
Yuu: Thanks for the info! I thought it was along those lines, but I don't know if can use it for the fic...it might ruin the plot, the whole use the bones and blood for the millennium items thing...thanks though!
Sk8er Boi: Thanks! I know, mean baker. Poor Bakura...oh and the pharaoh thing? He wanted to get revenge on Yami's father, but he died so he's going for Yami, sorry, but he won't die by Bakura, promise!!!!
SaSaMi7: Thanks! Yes the heartless Bakura is succumbing into love!!! Mwahaha!!!
Nadako-Mika: Thank you! *blush* I feel so honored! I updated my chapter pretty much at the same time, one on one day so you might not have caught it. Yeah I thought that an evil Bakura might be too much of a character change, but he may warm up to Ryou! Hopefully...hehe, yeah poor Bakura, being watched by everyone!
Ryou Bakura Obsessor: Thanks! Ah the heartache of love.
VampssAmby10210: It's okay, I don't think anybody know where he got the scars. Thanks for the review!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Evil Chibi Malik: hehe, what a chant. Yay! Pocky!! Thank you! As for Bakura in denial...I have many plans for him!!! Yes, he shall feel the wrath of love!! Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!
DaLizzie: Thanks, I try to update any time I can but it might slow down once track starts...stupid sports...
So many reviews!!!!!! I feel so loved at the moment...*basking in the love of reviews* Anyways, here Bakura will feel the indecision of love and such, heh, time for Bakura torture.
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, some Bakura torture. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Ra slowly rose about the horizon, painting the sky a deep blood red, signifying the blood of the battle fought in the underworld. His fiery gaze slowly gazing upon the brightening earth. His immortal rays touched the bronzed cheeks of the older seer, making the aquamarine eyes open to the brightness. Slowly the sleep rumpled figure rose from her warm bed, letting her feet rest on the cool wood. She let her calm eyes drift to the inscent still light from the previous night, its sweet Gardenia scent drifted around her room, Gardenia for love. She let a soft whimsical smile adorn her normally stern features, shaking her sleep rumpled head she smiled at the tomb robber's stubbornness. What a foolish youth, to think that no emotion plagued him any longer, to think that his heart was made of stone, such foolishness. Hathor would break down his mask; she would strike him with the fury of love and its wonderful sensations. Sighing she let the cooled water awake her fully, letting the scent of gardenia drape around her like perfume. Smoothing her skin over with the scented oils she let the scent of rose's coat her, breathing in the sweetened scent she smiled and crept out into the still silent hall. Knowing her lazy brother, he would still be asleep and from past experience she knew better then to go into Bakura's room. Let's just say he didn't like it when people went sneaking around his room when he was sleep. As she opened her brother's door she looked in to see as usual his body spread out onto every corner of the bed, letting his body be covered by the filmy sheets, making it impossible for Isis to tell which her brother's limbs were or the sheets. Shaking her head she looked into Ryou's room to see the youth curled up into a little ball under his sheets, burrowed under them. His silvery hair was all that was visible, the rest had disappeared. Smiling Isis closed the door and crept down to the kitchens, preparing for the rush of hungry stomachs and loud complaints by her brother.
Ryou arose, rubbing his eye as he squirmed out of his cocoon of sheets. For a minute he though he was back at his village, his mother singing as she moved around to make breakfast, but the feeling of the fine gauzy sheet jogged his memory to remember that his village was no more, only a mere memory. Yawning he blew away at his hair that hung in front of his eyes. Crawling out of the warm nest he stumbled to the closet, pulling out a new tunic and pants. As he slipped them on he blinked sleepily yawning once more. Slipping out of his room he rubbed his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the last remnants of sleep. As he walked numbly he bumped into another blurred figure that was just emerging from his own room. Looking up he was garnet eyes staring down at him.
Bakura could hear Isis's soft steps as she padded down the marble passages, making her early morning ritual of checking upon her brother's sleeping form along with the new charge. He swallowed, Ryou. What had he done last night?! He was growing weak! Letting useless emotions get to him. What had he turned into? Sighing he rubbed his disheveled head, running his hand through his short locks. But the child, the boy more like, was just too beautiful to ignore. Just too...something. Just something about the pale skin and equally pale locks seemed to draw him to the boy. It was as if the child had woven a spell onto him, making him entranced by the youth.
Oh, listen to yourself, you sound just like a love sick fool, since when did he feel emotions? Emotions just got in the way; they were just useless like extra steals from a poor tomb. Delaying actions that needed to be done, getting in the way of plans. It was all useless. He wasn't capable of emotions, too many years he had been a tomb robber, killing for the pure need to see blood, stealing and defacing tombs just for the fun of knowing that the dead spirits of the nobles would never cross into the realm of the dead. He did it for the danger, the blood, the steals. He was a tomb robber, one who never felt any emotions, no guilt...
Are you? Are you emotionless? Do you feel no guilt?
Yes, snarled the darker half of him, yes I feel no guilt, no emotion, no nothing!
Then what do you call that feeling you feel ever time you see the blood dripping down you scimitar?
Blood lust...
No, you feel guilt; you feel guilt for what you have done. You feel guilt for the lives you took away. And what about last night? Are you foolish enough to think that it was not emotion that made you go to his side and comfort him? You dolt, open your eyes! You're in love with the boy and you can't admit it!
Quiet fool! I feel no emotion! No guilt! No love!
Ah, but denying you just proved to yourself you love the boy, you know it...
With that the voices disappeared into the shadowy depths of his soul, making him shake with the pure emotion, yes emotion running through his veins. Was it right? That he loved the boy? That he felt guilt, remorse, emotions? He shivered and tightly gripped the gauzy sheet around his body even tighter. God's above! Was he just going insane? Hearing voices in his head, arguing about his, his feelings? Shaking his head, he regained the shaky composure and stepped out of his room which suddenly seemed to grow too small for him. Stepping out into the marble passages, he felt somebody collide into him, landing hard onto the cold floors. He looked down to see a mass of rumpled silvery hair, much like his own. Swallowing hard he stared down, only to be met by a pair of sleepy pale eyes. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Ryou looked up at Bakura before jumping to his feet to apologize once he realized who it was he collided into.
"Sorry! I didn't see who it was!"
Bakura stayed silent, his eyes trained onto the pale face of Ryou, yet they were unfocused as they seemed to be debating something. Then just as suddenly, those garnet eyes seemed to grow clear once more, jerking his head up.
"Hm. Just be careful next time."
Nodding, he followed Bakura down the passages, silently walking close to the lithe body of the tomb robber.
"I had a dream last night."
Surprised Bakura looked down slightly to see Ryou's eyes on the floor.
"I had a dream that I had a night mare...a night mare about my village, but suddenly you came and you comforted me. You put me back to sleep. I know it was foolish to think that it was you, but when I woke up I felt like it was you, that you stopped my nightmare..."
Shocked Bakura looked down at the youth, his garnet eyes showing surprise and for the first time, emotion. Ryou stared up at them, exploiting them.
"It was you weren't it? You were there last night and you stopped my nightmare didn't you?"
Bakura's breathe seemed to have stopped, his shocked expression not giving away. Ryou could see the slight tremble in the tall figure. Emotions flashed through those garnet eyes, eyes he had come to admire. When Bakura didn't answer, which he didn't expect him to; Ryou leaned in closer, letting Bakura take in the scent of lazy sleep and something that smelled like vanilla, sweet and intoxicating.
"You don't have to tell me because I know it was you, I saw it."
Those large eyes seemed to reflect everything, Bakura could see his own face reflected, slightly contorted by fear and shock. The pale sea green eyes never wandered from his face, he was held in a stead fast gaze. Ryou leaned in close so his mouth was just above the tomb robber's ear.
"Don't fear in which there is no fear."
With that he gave the thief a quick peck on the cheek, Ryou walked off into the dimly lit room where Malik and Isis awaited him for breakfast. Bakura stared down at the small figure walking in the dark, his white linen tunic shining in the darkness; it was surprising how such a small figure seemed to brighten the hall so much. He let his calloused fingers touch the spot on which Ryou's soft lips had pressed against his own skin. Garnet eyes were trained onto the figure walking down, not even glancing back. Soon he too disappeared and Bakura was left alone in the darkened hall ways, his fingers softly touching the place where warm lips had touched his skin. Blinking he just let his hand drop and stood in the dark, waiting for the answers to come to him. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Done! Wow, that was one weird chapter...hope you liked it! There was some foreshadowing in it, but you don't have to worry about that for now. So yes, Bakura seems to be confused about what's happening! What will he do next? Will he act upon it? Ignore it? Go insane? You'll soon find out when I update again! Thanks and read and review as always! Ja ne! ^_^
