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I'm finally on thanksgiving break now and might be able to get in some
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Nadako-Mika: Thanks! I'm actually quite happy with the amounts of reviews I have, but of course more could never hurt! As for my updates and plots, I have no idea where I get them. I mostly think about them in class or before I drift off into sleep. I actually almost never write up a draft first and just type it out from my head somehow.........I'm weird like that.........^_^;
Bakuraluva: Thanks! Two reviews! ^_^! Yeah I don't want an extra mean Bakura just because he's starting to feel for Ryou, and Ryou I'll try to get some more stuff out of him in this chapter.
DaLizzie: I know, he needs to kiss the boy, it will happen eventually.........hopefully.........
SaSaMi7: Thanks! I know they kissed, well only a peck on the cheek but I couldn't resist!
Evil Chibi Malik: Yay, pocky and a plushie!!! So happy! Yes Bakura will suffer for his cold heartedness and fell the wrath of love!!!!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks! Continuing as you requested!
Lady Maeve: Sorry I took so long!! I hope your sanity still exists! As for the happy ending.........you'll see! But don't worry I will finish it!
I also want to thank all those who reviewed my one shot, Lavender, thank you: Phwee? Yami hobo, DaLizzie, Bakuraluva, Pure Dark Angel, Link-Ryou-Marth-Lover, White Wolf Youkai, Promise, Lone Wolf55, Kinsako. I love you guys all, thank you!
Thank you all!! So sorry I took so long to update but I had a cousin come over and I didn't have any time to type up my story! But I updated! They will become slightly slower because of track, but I'll do my best to update daily! My goal is at least one chapter a week or more.........hopefully!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, some Bakura insanity and Ryou sweetness! ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Steady calm aquamarine eyes studied the lone figure that made its way into the dimmed room where Malik already sat eating. Wide pale eyes rested on the taller figure studying him before sitting next to the gorging blonde. Isis sat across from them, letting her hands rest on her lap.
"Where's Bak?"
Ryou let his gaze fall onto the fire crackling quietly before letting a soft answer drift from his lips.
"He's coming........."
"I see."
Lavender eyes studied the youth as well, meeting the gaze of his sister. A slight smile adorned his lips when he saw the look etched into the calm aquamarine eyes. He studied the youth, watching the wide green eyes study the flames intently, the pale face serious contemplating things beyond him.
"Well tell him I have business to attend to today."
With that he strode off to places unknown, letting his sun bleached hair flip over his shoulder. He caught Isis's calm eyes once more before he closed the door. No sooner had the tanned blonde left the room, Bakura strode in. His crimson over robe fluttered as he stalked in, avoiding the young seer's gaze that was directed towards him. He let his body lie on the cushions as usual, his silvery locks framing his face, hiding away from the direct gazes of both occupants of the room. His crimson eyes were locked on the marble floor, going over what the youth had said to him.
"Don't fear in which there is no fear."
Did he? Did he fear the youth? Fear the youth for what? He was just a weak child, nothing more. Since when did he fear anything anyways? He was fearless, heartless, a tomb robber. Nothing affected his line of work, not weather, not emotions, and defiantly not fear. He looked up to see the gazes of the young seer, innocent pale eyes studying his face with a wide stare. He blinked and let his locks slide to the side as he unconsciously tilted his head in question. A small smile adorned the pale face before he looked away to study the flames as he had before his entrance. He turned away only to be met by cool aquamarine eyes. He let out a growl, all this staring was getting on his nerves.
"What are you looking at woman?"
Cool eyes snapped with steel for a moment before simmering back to their former expression. Bakura knew better then to get her seriously mad for her temper matched that of her brother. Speaking of which.........
"Where is your dimwitted brother?"
Steel once more snapped in her eyes as the fine brows knit together for a minute. Inwardly Bakura snickered; he loved to make Isis mad, just something about her made Bakura want to make her life as uncomfortable as possible.
"My dear little brother had some business to attend to today, he's busy."
Bakura blinked in shock for a minute. That little double sided bastard! They needed to go scout their new tomb today! Damn him to the Ammit's jaws! Growling he saw a satisfactory smirk form on Isis's lips. Muttering oaths and curses to the blonde he trained his glare to the wall once more. A flicker or silver made him turn to stare at the young seer once more. Suddenly Bakura felt another alternative plan beginning to spin about in his head. Noticing the calculated look in those garnet eyes Isis let her full temper unleash itself.
"No."
Her steely voice made both boys turn their heads. Fire gleamed within Isis's normally calm eyes; her lips where a thin line and her face was set in a stubborn but all too familiar look.
"You're not taking him in one of your tomb scouting routines."
Garnet eyes flashed with their own fiery sparks.
"Why not?"
"I'm not letting you corrupt an innocent like him."
"Now why would I corrupt an innocent, seer?"
He let fake innocence drip through his sarcasm tinged voice. Isis's aquamarine eyes burned even brighter.
"I said no."
Bakura let a smirk adorn his lips, letting the white of his teeth show.
"Why don't you let the boy decide?"
Both head turned to the silvery headed child watching them, serene eyes surveying the sight before him.
"What do you want child? Do you want to help an old tomb robber like me?"
Ryou let his soft eyes rest on the figure of the thief and then on Isis.
"You're choice will be yours only and I will respect what you wish."
Isis's wise voice echoed in the dim room, and both held their breath as Ryou seemed to contemplate the decision. Looking up he looked at the thief and smiled.
"I owe you for saving me in the desert; I am obliged to help you no matter how much it is disapproved of."
"That'll be a yes."
Satisfied Bakura let the smirk widen and he faced the boy.
"Follow me then, and I promise not to corrupt you........."
Isis gave Ryou an encouraging smile which he returned, to show that she didn't have any disagreements to his decision. With a nod Ryou followed the shadowy figure of the tomb robber, following up the darkened passages that led up to the sunny world above. As they approached a shabby door that seemed to be barely hanging in by the hinges, Bakura turned to face the young seer.
"Are you sure boy? No turning back here."
A small smile adorned the young one's face.
"Yes, I told you before I owe you for saving me; I want to pay you back."
With a satisfied nod he flung open the door and the fiery gaze of Ra overflowed the darkened hallways causing both boys to squint before stepping out into the world of light before them.
Ryou blinked rapidly by the sudden flow of light the filtered the hazy mid afternoon. As his vision cleared he faced the desert in which he had once suffered through, but the beauty of it all took his breath away. For miles all he could see was the shimmering smooth, every rippled by the rough wind, glass like sand. Its tiny grains gently grazed his cheeks in welcome, tangling them amongst the thick white mane of hair. The fiery gaze of Ra warmed his skin, casting an ethereal glow to the alabaster thin tunic that now clung to his body in the wind. He breathed a sigh of appreciation as he watched the sands shift this way and that like a snake, twisted by the ropes of wind that touched upon the soft grains. A soft whistle brought him out of his admiration as he faced Bakura. The thief's own silvery mane glowed in the sun, intensifying ten fold as the short locks glistened in the heat. Ryou blinked his pale eyes as he watched the thief hang a canvas bag on his back, letting it hang loosely on the crimson over robe. Soon an able horse made its way down to the pair of boys, letting out a small neigh as its welcome. Bakura absentmindedly stroked the horse, letting his hands smooth the chocolate colored mane, tangled by the ever rough wind. Ryou stared at creature in absolute fascination.
"Never seen a horse before boy?"
"Not close by.........we didn't have many around our village."
"I see, well she won't bite unless I tell her to."
Dry humor crept into the thief's throat as he let out a small resemblance of a smile. Coaxing the shy boy to the mare, he took the small slim white hand in his own and led it to the tangled mane.
"Just pet she and she'll like it."
Obeying he moved his hand down the smoothed mane, petting the mare, who observed him with a curious eye. As Bakura began to search for his tools in the burlap sack, he could hear snatches of conversation Ryou seemed to carry on to his horse in the youth's native tongue. Petting the mare's head he smiled and carried on the animate one sided conversation.
"Does she have a name?"
"No, never gave her one."
Bakura let out a grunt as he seated himself on the horse. He looked down to see puzzled green eyes stare up at him, and with a sigh he reached down to pick up the youth, letting him settle in front of him. Ryou let out a squeak surprise as he found himself seated quite comfortably in front of Bakura, who had urged the horse forward with a click of his tongue.
"Won't we be too heavy for her?"
"No, she's a strong horse, besides you barely weigh anything."
Garnet eyes were trained on the never disappearing horizon but once more the dry sense of humor crept into his rough voice. Ryou pouted in the thief's direction and let his hands run down the mare's mane once more.
"Khau"
"What?"
"That's her name, Khau. It means swift"
"Hm"
Garnet eyes flickered down to the youth who was once more petting the now soft mane. He caught a whiff of what smelled like that sweet intoxicating scent of Ryou, something that was more delicate then the vanilla stuff, something Ryou like. It circled his head before disappearing in the hazy heat. He could feel the child press his back against his chest as he looked down to see the young seer sitting with half laden eyes. Sweat made its way down the pale face, the hot and heavy wind leaving behind a tangled mane. Bakura was used to the sweltering heat of the day, but obviously Ryou wasn't. With a free hand he shoved the water pouch to the boy, letting him take a drink. As Ryou remoistened his full lips, Bakura noticed for the first time how pale pink they were, leaving only the palest hint of rose. Such a pale beauty amongst the full gaze of Ra, such delicate beauty.........it made Bakura wonder if Ryou truly wasn't an illusion, but then what else would be pressing their back to his chest allowing the faint delicate scent to circle him constantly? Biting back a sigh he let the mare gently trot to their destination far beyond the horizon.
The scorching hot sun beat down on them mercilessly although Ryou felt himself wilt slightly in the intense heat. Bakura had immediately placed a cloth on his head, protecting the thick mane of hair and the delicate sweet face from the harsh gaze of Ra. In so doing, Bakura's own crown of short silvery locks were once more exposed, casting a silvery glow amongst the deep scarlet of his robe. By the time the horse had come to a stop, Ryou's face was streaked with sweat intermingled with some dust, his tunic and pants clinging to the slim lithe body and the thick mane of hair was tangles into one big knot. He tried to run his fingers through the thick tangles, only to have Bakura's hand grip his wrist. The warm yet calloused flesh made him cock his head. Shaking his head he put his finger to his lips and motioned for the boy to follow him. The warm grip was still around his wrist as Bakura led him to a gate in which two guards stood guard, sharp eyes watching for any movements and their scimitar's gleaming in the sharp rays of the sun.
"Play them for a fool boy."
Bakura's warm breathe tickled his ear, the thief's voice barely a whisper like the winds that swept across his cheeks. Nodding he slipped reluctantly from the warm grip and made his way to the two guards. With one last look back for reassurance Ryou paused between the thickets for a moment. Gathering a shaky breath he let some tears collect in his eyes as few escaped before he began to stumble towards the guards. Bakura was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he saw Ryou's slim figure wavering, dirt streaking his features and hair matted. Gritting his teeth he ignored the emotions that flooded his veins and set to work as he saw that Ryou had gotten the attention of the two guards.
"What are you doing here young one?"
"Are you lost?"
"You shouldn't be here young one."
"Where is your family?"
Questions bombarded Ryou's mind but as he opened his mouth he spoke only in his native tongue, successfully bewildering the guards. He mentioned frantically to his hair and clothes, pointing to the horizon only never to stop gabbling. One soldier brought out his flask and motioned for the boy to take a drink. Smiling gratefully he accepted it for he was parched from the long ride with Bakura, or was it because he couldn't forget the warmth of Bakura's fingers around his wrists? Drinking he saw a flash of silvery white in the thickets in which he had hid just a moment earlier. The guards let him to the shaded area leaving the gates open, just what Bakura needed to slip in. Ryou had seen the quick flash of color as Bakura slipped into the darkened tomb and Ryou continued his wild hand gestures and stopped only to catch a breath from his incessant talking. The guards offered him a wet cloth with which he wiped his dirt streaked face with but didn't stop his talking. Where was Bakura? He could only distract the guards for so long! Was he okay? Maybe he got hurt! Or maybe there were guards inside and he got caught! No, he was too much of a professional to get caught.........but then where was he? Tears began to form in his eyes as anxiety and worry flooded him. Slowly clear crystalline tears began to roll down his cheeks and the guards began to try to comfort the youth. Suddenly a figure broke free from the thickets and swept Ryou up into a strong embrace. Startled he stopped crying to look up to see the familiar short locks of silver.........when did he get out of the tomb?! Out of pure worry Ryou returned the embrace even though he could tell Bakura was only acting.
"Oh, thank you all so much! I though I lost my little brother! He just wondered off!"
Seeing the same mane of white locks both guards just nodded their heads in a relieved manner and let the two boys walk off. In the thickets Bakura still gripped the youth's hand in his own, not letting go until his horse came into view. Letting out a relived sigh Bakura sat down on the soft sand, letting his bag fall to the ground.
"Good job.........too bad I can't bring you to every raid I go to, the Oh so honorable seer would kill me in my sleep."
He let a lazy garnet eyes rest on the quiet boy, and saw the tear tracks still fresh on the pale cheeks. The pale green eyes swam with fresh tears as he wiped away the few tears that still leaked out.
"What are you crying over boy?!"
Startled Ryou wiped away the remaining tears, letting their sparkly drops land on the sand.
"I-i-it's nothing.........I just, I just thought that you were.........hurt.........or in trouble, because y-you didn't come out for so long.........an-and I though you left me here.........you won't leave me right?"
Soft pale eyes looked up at the shocked older boy. Brimmed with new tears it gave Ryou and irresistible charm. The tears were caught in his lashes, clinging to them. His eyes were overly bright, like the jewels he stole, only much more radiant; they seemed to be the epitome of heartbreak and sorrow. Swallowing hard Bakura tried to blink away from the gaze.
"O-of course not."
Letting out a joyous cry he latched himself onto Bakura, hugging the lithe body to him and giving the tomb robber a quick peck on the cheek. A smile adorned his plumb lips and as his eyes danced with happiness Bakura seemed to melt into those endless pools of Nile green. Ryou's every curve seemed to mold to his body perfectly, the small body was warm, soft, gentle, all those things he had missed in his life. His arms slowly, hesitantly returned the embrace, letting his arms just barely press the body close. He caught the whiff of the delicate Ryou scent once more and resisted the urge to bury his nose into the soft feathery mane of silvery hair. His fingers twitched with the want to skim them over the flawless pale skin, to caress the soft skin, to let his lips glide over the paleness of it all. Clearing his throat he gently removed the soft body from his and stood up, trying to clear the blush that threatened to race across his bronzed cheeks. He settled himself on the horse once more, and swung Ryou on as well. With a click of his tongue they once more set out into the desert in which Ra had begun his descent to the underworld once more. The sky painted the most vibrant of colors, leaking into one another as the deep magenta intermingled with the fiery orange. In the dying sun light Ryou could barely make out the stars slowly shining in the sky that was rapidly darkening. One by one they revealed themselves to the younger boy. The cooler breeze floated among them, cooling their once overly hot bodies. With milky white fingers he combed through his thick silvery mane, untangling the knots, letting the smooth hair rest on his shoulders. Pale sea green eyes stared up at the never ending sky of stars that shone brighter then the diamonds. He smiled at nothing or nobody, just taking in the quiet beauty of it all.
Bakura felt the warmth of Ryou lean back to him once more as he looked down to see an angelic face relaxed in sleep and comfort. The silvery strands of the smoothed hair drifted in the wind and played across his face, letting Bakura breathe in the sweet fragrance once more. The pale milky skin reflected by moon's gentle rays, radiated by the pure beauty of it all. A small ethereal glow seemed to shine off the young seer, giving the smaller child an appearance of a sleeping deity. Such beauty, such gentleness.........no words came to Bakura's mouth as he tried to describe the younger one's beauty. It was as if the Gods themselves had sent this.........this.........this delicate desert flower to his arms. Letting an arm slowly cradle the youth's relaxed body he let Ryou rest on his chest, breathing in the sweet delicate scent that reminded him of the desert flowers, so rare, yet so stunning. He let his lips gently ghost over the pale flawless cheek before ushering the horse back to the underground house where all of this would be forgotten, lost in the darkness and the shadows. He cherished the moment of perfect serenity and tranquility, holding Ryou in his arms and staring up at the night sky, counting the endless stars as he made his way home, across the lonely desert, which suddenly didn't seem to lonely at all. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Gah! That was a bit of a long chapter! Well it's to make up for my long absence! I'm so sorry!!!!! Pleas read and review and I'll try to update as soon as possible! Thanks and ja ne! ^_^
VampssAmby10210: I'll try to make him act on it! Thanks!
Nadako-Mika: Thanks! I'm actually quite happy with the amounts of reviews I have, but of course more could never hurt! As for my updates and plots, I have no idea where I get them. I mostly think about them in class or before I drift off into sleep. I actually almost never write up a draft first and just type it out from my head somehow.........I'm weird like that.........^_^;
Bakuraluva: Thanks! Two reviews! ^_^! Yeah I don't want an extra mean Bakura just because he's starting to feel for Ryou, and Ryou I'll try to get some more stuff out of him in this chapter.
DaLizzie: I know, he needs to kiss the boy, it will happen eventually.........hopefully.........
SaSaMi7: Thanks! I know they kissed, well only a peck on the cheek but I couldn't resist!
Evil Chibi Malik: Yay, pocky and a plushie!!! So happy! Yes Bakura will suffer for his cold heartedness and fell the wrath of love!!!!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks! Continuing as you requested!
Lady Maeve: Sorry I took so long!! I hope your sanity still exists! As for the happy ending.........you'll see! But don't worry I will finish it!
I also want to thank all those who reviewed my one shot, Lavender, thank you: Phwee? Yami hobo, DaLizzie, Bakuraluva, Pure Dark Angel, Link-Ryou-Marth-Lover, White Wolf Youkai, Promise, Lone Wolf55, Kinsako. I love you guys all, thank you!
Thank you all!! So sorry I took so long to update but I had a cousin come over and I didn't have any time to type up my story! But I updated! They will become slightly slower because of track, but I'll do my best to update daily! My goal is at least one chapter a week or more.........hopefully!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, some Bakura insanity and Ryou sweetness! ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Steady calm aquamarine eyes studied the lone figure that made its way into the dimmed room where Malik already sat eating. Wide pale eyes rested on the taller figure studying him before sitting next to the gorging blonde. Isis sat across from them, letting her hands rest on her lap.
"Where's Bak?"
Ryou let his gaze fall onto the fire crackling quietly before letting a soft answer drift from his lips.
"He's coming........."
"I see."
Lavender eyes studied the youth as well, meeting the gaze of his sister. A slight smile adorned his lips when he saw the look etched into the calm aquamarine eyes. He studied the youth, watching the wide green eyes study the flames intently, the pale face serious contemplating things beyond him.
"Well tell him I have business to attend to today."
With that he strode off to places unknown, letting his sun bleached hair flip over his shoulder. He caught Isis's calm eyes once more before he closed the door. No sooner had the tanned blonde left the room, Bakura strode in. His crimson over robe fluttered as he stalked in, avoiding the young seer's gaze that was directed towards him. He let his body lie on the cushions as usual, his silvery locks framing his face, hiding away from the direct gazes of both occupants of the room. His crimson eyes were locked on the marble floor, going over what the youth had said to him.
"Don't fear in which there is no fear."
Did he? Did he fear the youth? Fear the youth for what? He was just a weak child, nothing more. Since when did he fear anything anyways? He was fearless, heartless, a tomb robber. Nothing affected his line of work, not weather, not emotions, and defiantly not fear. He looked up to see the gazes of the young seer, innocent pale eyes studying his face with a wide stare. He blinked and let his locks slide to the side as he unconsciously tilted his head in question. A small smile adorned the pale face before he looked away to study the flames as he had before his entrance. He turned away only to be met by cool aquamarine eyes. He let out a growl, all this staring was getting on his nerves.
"What are you looking at woman?"
Cool eyes snapped with steel for a moment before simmering back to their former expression. Bakura knew better then to get her seriously mad for her temper matched that of her brother. Speaking of which.........
"Where is your dimwitted brother?"
Steel once more snapped in her eyes as the fine brows knit together for a minute. Inwardly Bakura snickered; he loved to make Isis mad, just something about her made Bakura want to make her life as uncomfortable as possible.
"My dear little brother had some business to attend to today, he's busy."
Bakura blinked in shock for a minute. That little double sided bastard! They needed to go scout their new tomb today! Damn him to the Ammit's jaws! Growling he saw a satisfactory smirk form on Isis's lips. Muttering oaths and curses to the blonde he trained his glare to the wall once more. A flicker or silver made him turn to stare at the young seer once more. Suddenly Bakura felt another alternative plan beginning to spin about in his head. Noticing the calculated look in those garnet eyes Isis let her full temper unleash itself.
"No."
Her steely voice made both boys turn their heads. Fire gleamed within Isis's normally calm eyes; her lips where a thin line and her face was set in a stubborn but all too familiar look.
"You're not taking him in one of your tomb scouting routines."
Garnet eyes flashed with their own fiery sparks.
"Why not?"
"I'm not letting you corrupt an innocent like him."
"Now why would I corrupt an innocent, seer?"
He let fake innocence drip through his sarcasm tinged voice. Isis's aquamarine eyes burned even brighter.
"I said no."
Bakura let a smirk adorn his lips, letting the white of his teeth show.
"Why don't you let the boy decide?"
Both head turned to the silvery headed child watching them, serene eyes surveying the sight before him.
"What do you want child? Do you want to help an old tomb robber like me?"
Ryou let his soft eyes rest on the figure of the thief and then on Isis.
"You're choice will be yours only and I will respect what you wish."
Isis's wise voice echoed in the dim room, and both held their breath as Ryou seemed to contemplate the decision. Looking up he looked at the thief and smiled.
"I owe you for saving me in the desert; I am obliged to help you no matter how much it is disapproved of."
"That'll be a yes."
Satisfied Bakura let the smirk widen and he faced the boy.
"Follow me then, and I promise not to corrupt you........."
Isis gave Ryou an encouraging smile which he returned, to show that she didn't have any disagreements to his decision. With a nod Ryou followed the shadowy figure of the tomb robber, following up the darkened passages that led up to the sunny world above. As they approached a shabby door that seemed to be barely hanging in by the hinges, Bakura turned to face the young seer.
"Are you sure boy? No turning back here."
A small smile adorned the young one's face.
"Yes, I told you before I owe you for saving me; I want to pay you back."
With a satisfied nod he flung open the door and the fiery gaze of Ra overflowed the darkened hallways causing both boys to squint before stepping out into the world of light before them.
Ryou blinked rapidly by the sudden flow of light the filtered the hazy mid afternoon. As his vision cleared he faced the desert in which he had once suffered through, but the beauty of it all took his breath away. For miles all he could see was the shimmering smooth, every rippled by the rough wind, glass like sand. Its tiny grains gently grazed his cheeks in welcome, tangling them amongst the thick white mane of hair. The fiery gaze of Ra warmed his skin, casting an ethereal glow to the alabaster thin tunic that now clung to his body in the wind. He breathed a sigh of appreciation as he watched the sands shift this way and that like a snake, twisted by the ropes of wind that touched upon the soft grains. A soft whistle brought him out of his admiration as he faced Bakura. The thief's own silvery mane glowed in the sun, intensifying ten fold as the short locks glistened in the heat. Ryou blinked his pale eyes as he watched the thief hang a canvas bag on his back, letting it hang loosely on the crimson over robe. Soon an able horse made its way down to the pair of boys, letting out a small neigh as its welcome. Bakura absentmindedly stroked the horse, letting his hands smooth the chocolate colored mane, tangled by the ever rough wind. Ryou stared at creature in absolute fascination.
"Never seen a horse before boy?"
"Not close by.........we didn't have many around our village."
"I see, well she won't bite unless I tell her to."
Dry humor crept into the thief's throat as he let out a small resemblance of a smile. Coaxing the shy boy to the mare, he took the small slim white hand in his own and led it to the tangled mane.
"Just pet she and she'll like it."
Obeying he moved his hand down the smoothed mane, petting the mare, who observed him with a curious eye. As Bakura began to search for his tools in the burlap sack, he could hear snatches of conversation Ryou seemed to carry on to his horse in the youth's native tongue. Petting the mare's head he smiled and carried on the animate one sided conversation.
"Does she have a name?"
"No, never gave her one."
Bakura let out a grunt as he seated himself on the horse. He looked down to see puzzled green eyes stare up at him, and with a sigh he reached down to pick up the youth, letting him settle in front of him. Ryou let out a squeak surprise as he found himself seated quite comfortably in front of Bakura, who had urged the horse forward with a click of his tongue.
"Won't we be too heavy for her?"
"No, she's a strong horse, besides you barely weigh anything."
Garnet eyes were trained on the never disappearing horizon but once more the dry sense of humor crept into his rough voice. Ryou pouted in the thief's direction and let his hands run down the mare's mane once more.
"Khau"
"What?"
"That's her name, Khau. It means swift"
"Hm"
Garnet eyes flickered down to the youth who was once more petting the now soft mane. He caught a whiff of what smelled like that sweet intoxicating scent of Ryou, something that was more delicate then the vanilla stuff, something Ryou like. It circled his head before disappearing in the hazy heat. He could feel the child press his back against his chest as he looked down to see the young seer sitting with half laden eyes. Sweat made its way down the pale face, the hot and heavy wind leaving behind a tangled mane. Bakura was used to the sweltering heat of the day, but obviously Ryou wasn't. With a free hand he shoved the water pouch to the boy, letting him take a drink. As Ryou remoistened his full lips, Bakura noticed for the first time how pale pink they were, leaving only the palest hint of rose. Such a pale beauty amongst the full gaze of Ra, such delicate beauty.........it made Bakura wonder if Ryou truly wasn't an illusion, but then what else would be pressing their back to his chest allowing the faint delicate scent to circle him constantly? Biting back a sigh he let the mare gently trot to their destination far beyond the horizon.
The scorching hot sun beat down on them mercilessly although Ryou felt himself wilt slightly in the intense heat. Bakura had immediately placed a cloth on his head, protecting the thick mane of hair and the delicate sweet face from the harsh gaze of Ra. In so doing, Bakura's own crown of short silvery locks were once more exposed, casting a silvery glow amongst the deep scarlet of his robe. By the time the horse had come to a stop, Ryou's face was streaked with sweat intermingled with some dust, his tunic and pants clinging to the slim lithe body and the thick mane of hair was tangles into one big knot. He tried to run his fingers through the thick tangles, only to have Bakura's hand grip his wrist. The warm yet calloused flesh made him cock his head. Shaking his head he put his finger to his lips and motioned for the boy to follow him. The warm grip was still around his wrist as Bakura led him to a gate in which two guards stood guard, sharp eyes watching for any movements and their scimitar's gleaming in the sharp rays of the sun.
"Play them for a fool boy."
Bakura's warm breathe tickled his ear, the thief's voice barely a whisper like the winds that swept across his cheeks. Nodding he slipped reluctantly from the warm grip and made his way to the two guards. With one last look back for reassurance Ryou paused between the thickets for a moment. Gathering a shaky breath he let some tears collect in his eyes as few escaped before he began to stumble towards the guards. Bakura was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he saw Ryou's slim figure wavering, dirt streaking his features and hair matted. Gritting his teeth he ignored the emotions that flooded his veins and set to work as he saw that Ryou had gotten the attention of the two guards.
"What are you doing here young one?"
"Are you lost?"
"You shouldn't be here young one."
"Where is your family?"
Questions bombarded Ryou's mind but as he opened his mouth he spoke only in his native tongue, successfully bewildering the guards. He mentioned frantically to his hair and clothes, pointing to the horizon only never to stop gabbling. One soldier brought out his flask and motioned for the boy to take a drink. Smiling gratefully he accepted it for he was parched from the long ride with Bakura, or was it because he couldn't forget the warmth of Bakura's fingers around his wrists? Drinking he saw a flash of silvery white in the thickets in which he had hid just a moment earlier. The guards let him to the shaded area leaving the gates open, just what Bakura needed to slip in. Ryou had seen the quick flash of color as Bakura slipped into the darkened tomb and Ryou continued his wild hand gestures and stopped only to catch a breath from his incessant talking. The guards offered him a wet cloth with which he wiped his dirt streaked face with but didn't stop his talking. Where was Bakura? He could only distract the guards for so long! Was he okay? Maybe he got hurt! Or maybe there were guards inside and he got caught! No, he was too much of a professional to get caught.........but then where was he? Tears began to form in his eyes as anxiety and worry flooded him. Slowly clear crystalline tears began to roll down his cheeks and the guards began to try to comfort the youth. Suddenly a figure broke free from the thickets and swept Ryou up into a strong embrace. Startled he stopped crying to look up to see the familiar short locks of silver.........when did he get out of the tomb?! Out of pure worry Ryou returned the embrace even though he could tell Bakura was only acting.
"Oh, thank you all so much! I though I lost my little brother! He just wondered off!"
Seeing the same mane of white locks both guards just nodded their heads in a relieved manner and let the two boys walk off. In the thickets Bakura still gripped the youth's hand in his own, not letting go until his horse came into view. Letting out a relived sigh Bakura sat down on the soft sand, letting his bag fall to the ground.
"Good job.........too bad I can't bring you to every raid I go to, the Oh so honorable seer would kill me in my sleep."
He let a lazy garnet eyes rest on the quiet boy, and saw the tear tracks still fresh on the pale cheeks. The pale green eyes swam with fresh tears as he wiped away the few tears that still leaked out.
"What are you crying over boy?!"
Startled Ryou wiped away the remaining tears, letting their sparkly drops land on the sand.
"I-i-it's nothing.........I just, I just thought that you were.........hurt.........or in trouble, because y-you didn't come out for so long.........an-and I though you left me here.........you won't leave me right?"
Soft pale eyes looked up at the shocked older boy. Brimmed with new tears it gave Ryou and irresistible charm. The tears were caught in his lashes, clinging to them. His eyes were overly bright, like the jewels he stole, only much more radiant; they seemed to be the epitome of heartbreak and sorrow. Swallowing hard Bakura tried to blink away from the gaze.
"O-of course not."
Letting out a joyous cry he latched himself onto Bakura, hugging the lithe body to him and giving the tomb robber a quick peck on the cheek. A smile adorned his plumb lips and as his eyes danced with happiness Bakura seemed to melt into those endless pools of Nile green. Ryou's every curve seemed to mold to his body perfectly, the small body was warm, soft, gentle, all those things he had missed in his life. His arms slowly, hesitantly returned the embrace, letting his arms just barely press the body close. He caught the whiff of the delicate Ryou scent once more and resisted the urge to bury his nose into the soft feathery mane of silvery hair. His fingers twitched with the want to skim them over the flawless pale skin, to caress the soft skin, to let his lips glide over the paleness of it all. Clearing his throat he gently removed the soft body from his and stood up, trying to clear the blush that threatened to race across his bronzed cheeks. He settled himself on the horse once more, and swung Ryou on as well. With a click of his tongue they once more set out into the desert in which Ra had begun his descent to the underworld once more. The sky painted the most vibrant of colors, leaking into one another as the deep magenta intermingled with the fiery orange. In the dying sun light Ryou could barely make out the stars slowly shining in the sky that was rapidly darkening. One by one they revealed themselves to the younger boy. The cooler breeze floated among them, cooling their once overly hot bodies. With milky white fingers he combed through his thick silvery mane, untangling the knots, letting the smooth hair rest on his shoulders. Pale sea green eyes stared up at the never ending sky of stars that shone brighter then the diamonds. He smiled at nothing or nobody, just taking in the quiet beauty of it all.
Bakura felt the warmth of Ryou lean back to him once more as he looked down to see an angelic face relaxed in sleep and comfort. The silvery strands of the smoothed hair drifted in the wind and played across his face, letting Bakura breathe in the sweet fragrance once more. The pale milky skin reflected by moon's gentle rays, radiated by the pure beauty of it all. A small ethereal glow seemed to shine off the young seer, giving the smaller child an appearance of a sleeping deity. Such beauty, such gentleness.........no words came to Bakura's mouth as he tried to describe the younger one's beauty. It was as if the Gods themselves had sent this.........this.........this delicate desert flower to his arms. Letting an arm slowly cradle the youth's relaxed body he let Ryou rest on his chest, breathing in the sweet delicate scent that reminded him of the desert flowers, so rare, yet so stunning. He let his lips gently ghost over the pale flawless cheek before ushering the horse back to the underground house where all of this would be forgotten, lost in the darkness and the shadows. He cherished the moment of perfect serenity and tranquility, holding Ryou in his arms and staring up at the night sky, counting the endless stars as he made his way home, across the lonely desert, which suddenly didn't seem to lonely at all. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Gah! That was a bit of a long chapter! Well it's to make up for my long absence! I'm so sorry!!!!! Pleas read and review and I'll try to update as soon as possible! Thanks and ja ne! ^_^
