Everybody do me a favor and read from the bottom first? FF.net cut it off
and the only way for me to post up the new chapter was to cut off the
beginning and post it on the bottom, I'm really sorry if its hard to read,
but just start from the bottom and go back up to the top when you reach the
part where it got cut off. Domo.
Hello everybody!! Back again!! I'm sorry for taking such a long time, but all the teachers thought it would be a wonderful idea to pile up tests before midterms!!! Damnit!!!! Anyways, the thank yous:
Aurora of the Moon: Hehe yeah thanks!
Ryuujitsu: *shudder* scary geometry teacher...*twitch* blonde afro...*gag* man am I glad geometry's over with! I can't believe I actually passed that class either! Thank the Gods! Anyways, hehe Bakura lost completely! It was so fun to write up! I'm glad you could feel the insanity oozing out, it was my intention! And yes, sexy insane bishies!!!! The whole little one thing was sort of random, I don't know why I used it, I think I meant to put in something else, but oh well...yeah I can't really imagine Isis saying it now that I think about it. Thanks for telling me! ^_^ yay, Eden's Rising is not yet done!!!! Joy!!! I liked your new fic too, very funny!
Evil Chibi Malik: Giant...Pocky...hehe ^_^. Very happy me!!!! Thank you, it will bring me the much needed energy~! *blush* I didn't know that you liked my fic that much! Thank you, it's always nice to be appreciated! As for ff.net, I can't help you sorry to say...too bad, I really do like your story! Just try again, and see what happens.
Osiris Lee: Well, Bakura didn't really commit his ultimate revenge yet, but will soon...as for confess his undying love to Ryou? Will happen soon enough...hehe, upcoming fluff soon!!! Joy!!! Soon, not yet!
Weret Hekau: Thank you! I get a lot of my facts
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Looking up from his position he met large emerald orbs staring down at him with sympathy shining in them. Sympathy? Sympathy for what? He had achieved one of greatest goals in his life! A small sad smile graced the pale face as the soft silvery locks framed the thin face. Such fragile beauty amongst the deadliest of them all.
"Why do you smile at me like that seer?"
The large orbs grew even sadder and Ryou let his fingers caress the short unruly locks. Speaking not a word he leaned close to his face, so close that Bakura could see every beautiful feature, every emotion flashing through those eyes.
"I-"
Pressing his slender fingers to his mouth Ryou shushed him and then removing them he replaced them with his lips. Soft and gentle they caressed each nerve that ran through Bakura's body. A feeling of warmth ran down his veins only to be replaced by something else, something deep within him stirred as those warm lips came into contact with his. He felt deep held back emotions flooding into his body once more and he began to feel the most curious of all sensations, an immense pressure on his eyes, closing them he tried to suppress it only to find that hot liquid began to run down his cheeks. Breaking apart from the sweet kiss he felt the thin arms wind themselves around his body as he began to cry, screaming and cursing at anything his mind touched upon as he cried into Ryou's tunic. The soft whispery voice comforted him, murmuring nothing in general but soft crooning sounds.
He didn't get is, why was he, he of all people crying?! Hot tears refused to stop, no matter how much he cursed or screamed they continued to come. The warm feeling of triumph had melted away and left him feeling empty, hollow. It was as if he had been stripped of all meaning and the full weight of what had happened in his life had finally come down upon him like a deadly arrow aiming for its kill. Why had he been cursed with such a life? He let oaths spew out of his mouth and cursed the very Gods that condemned him to such an existence. The salty tears could be tasted in his mouth as they continued to flow in a steady stream. Words became jumbled together as he tried to curse and cry at the same time. Ryou's soft fingers tried to wipe away the never ending tears and the harsh garnet eyes met up with his. Tears still flowing from his red rimmed eyes he crushed his lips with the seer in front of him and let the salty drops roll into the others mouth.
With one simple kiss the young seer had stripped away the hard outer shell of the tomb robber and as he cried the tears he never shed for his family he saw die, the tomb robber sank into the welcoming softness of his silken cushions and pulled the youth close to him. His face was buried into the feathery soft mane of Ryou, letting the few tears still leaking from within his eyes to disappear into the think mane. A soft pale hand ghosted over his face as Ryou wiped away the salty tracks of tears and gently began to hum a lullaby.
Soon Ryou's voice faded away as Bakura fell into slumber but deep within Bakura's mind it wasn't Ryou's soft voice humming but a clearer, sweeter tone. In his mind he felt his mother's voice prick up from the hidden away memories as she sang to him as she always did. He could almost feel her work roughened hands smoothing away his hair and pulling the sheets in tight around his body. He let his tired mind rest as in the far distance he heard the sweet lullaby still being hummed by the clear sweet voice of his mother. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* First he goes insane, now he goes into an emotional breakdown! What am I doing to him?! Not to worry people, this doesn't mean in any way that Bakura will stop being the super sexy scary tomb robber! He's just having some emotional relief here...anyways, I hope this chapter was okay, sorry it was a bit rushed. Anyways, please read and review and I'll try to update as soon as possible, ja minna-san! ^_^
*I made up the prayer so it isn't real. As for the blessed be thing, it's what Pagans put after each prayer, blessed be or so mote it be. I'm not sure if the Egyptians used it as well, I doubt it, but I just made it up and decided to put it in, please correct me if I made any mistakes! I couldn't find an actual prayer to Ma'at! Gomen. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* from e for Yu-Gi-Oh stuff, and yeah I'm not all that partial to OC's unless their very well written out. It's harder to imagine new characters. Anyways, thanks and read when you have time!
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Yay, your back!! I missed you! And no problem for reviewing, it's funny to read...I know what you mean, no relaxation during vacation...*sigh* stupid school...anyways, thanks for all the luck!
Maruken: True, so he's partially happy I guess...and crazy, that too...
Anime Crazed: Not to worry Bakura will get better! I think...^_^;;
Yuri Rikusentai: Yay! I'll get many pics! Joy! Here *more popsicles* with extra cherry ones* ^_^. O_O Who would of thought giving something sharp, shiny and pointy to Bakura would make him calm down...is where ever he went still in one piece? I hope so...anyways, thanks!
Nadako-Mika: Thanks! Yeah the tomb robber thing was from the magna, it was a little disturbing to think of, but that's crazy Bakura for you! But come on, we all love the crazy Bakura!
VampssAmby10210: Thanks for the luck and chocolate, I'm going to need a lot of both, *sigh*
DaLizzie: hehe yeah, ^_^; but we all love the crazy Bakura as much as the...uh...less crazy one.
Ashley lynn: Just read on to the next chapter!
DreamingChild: Thank you!
BakaNeko-Chan: Thanks, and fluff will be on the way!
Voice-sama: Thanks!
Yami hitokiri: yeah, scry means to see the future and what not...stupid midterms...*sigh* oh well, thanks!
Once again, I'm so sorry for not updating!!!!!! Sorry if this chapter is really crappy but I had no time to do it, so please bear with me!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, maybe some fluff, you never know. ~_^ ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Silence evaded the shadowy crevices of the house as not a single whisper of a noise interrupted the smooth silence. Flickering lights lit the dim passages as the dancing shadows reflected the cold marble laid floor. The silence imposed a threatening atmosphere in the silent house as no one seemed to live there. Suddenly a string of laughter broke the silence as sharp as a scythe, laughter that held a certain pitch of insanity. One could not help but shiver as it rang through the empty corridors.
In another room, seemingly another universe, three figures sat on piles of silken cushions. Each lithe figure bent towards on another, seeking comfort from the bone chilling laughter that even managed to get carried down to them. Even the fire seemed to shiver as the shadows shrank before once more rebounding and growing to cover the expanse of the floor with its flickering shadows. As the laughter died away as it always did, the tallest of three figures began to pray, her soft calming voice penetrating the hearts of the other two and offering comfort to them. Tanned fingers gripped the amulet that hung on his neck as he too joined his sister in prayer to the holy deity Ma'at.
"Holy daughter of Ra above, bring to us your peace and divinity, bless us with your divine harmony and let your peace reign in this holy house. Bring with you your feather of truth and let it rip away the mask of deceit as you balance the evil that lives. Blessed be."*
Both voices dropped off as they let their heads droop down in a silent bow to the great goddess. Large green orbs studied the fire quietly hissing as he watched the dancing flames of vibrant orange and bold red dance across his vision. His full lips mouthed 'blessed be' as the other two spoke it and let the silvery mane of hair cover his face. His knees were drawn close to his chest, hugging his body close to himself. A small shiver was elicited from his slender body when another peal of laughter was heard; it once more faded away into the still night air where it lingered.
They sat there silent as the night sky that lay out in the world above. When the small figure rose unsteadily from his pile of silken cushions a sun bleached head looked up, bright lavender eyes questioning the avoided face. When he made his way to the hallway the tanned figure opened his mouth to speak but was cut off when Isis leaned over and placed a hand on his mouth. Instead of replying she let another soft prayer pass through her lips once more and as she drew away Malik's voice combined with hers and together they let their prayers echo in the dim room.
A blinding mane of silvery hair shone amongst the darkness of the room. His hair reflected by the lone candle that was lit in his room. That was all he needed, that was all he wanted. He watched in rapt fascination as his pile of gold glittered in the dim room, letting gold shadows dance across the walls briefly before they faded away. His tanned calloused fingers lazily traced the design on his pile of cushions. A small smirk made its way to his mouth as he once more envisioned the look on the Pharaoh's face as he had thrown the rotting corpse in front of his feet. The look of pure terror mixed with shock as the smooth face contorted in anger and all the while he just stood there, draped in the golds buried with the no good dead corpse, smirking at the look on his face as he felt satisfaction burn within his heart.
A small knock on his door didn't make him turn away from his gold nor his thoughts. Who was he to care? He had after all, all that he wanted, the only thing left was to kill the last of the blood line and he would no longer be in debt to his people, finally free of the silent burden he placed upon his shoulders when he saw their terrified faces and the insignia of the Pharaoh's seal on the sword hilt as it buried itself into his family's back. After all bad blood need to be cleansed. A whisper of a laugh tickled his throat but he held it down, it was his secret after all.
"Bakura..."
Something soft and whispery traveled to his ears, the voice just barely sighing out his name. Soon soft fingers traveled down his face until they met the scar marring his tanned features. Looking (go back up to the top, it'll continue from there)
Hello everybody!! Back again!! I'm sorry for taking such a long time, but all the teachers thought it would be a wonderful idea to pile up tests before midterms!!! Damnit!!!! Anyways, the thank yous:
Aurora of the Moon: Hehe yeah thanks!
Ryuujitsu: *shudder* scary geometry teacher...*twitch* blonde afro...*gag* man am I glad geometry's over with! I can't believe I actually passed that class either! Thank the Gods! Anyways, hehe Bakura lost completely! It was so fun to write up! I'm glad you could feel the insanity oozing out, it was my intention! And yes, sexy insane bishies!!!! The whole little one thing was sort of random, I don't know why I used it, I think I meant to put in something else, but oh well...yeah I can't really imagine Isis saying it now that I think about it. Thanks for telling me! ^_^ yay, Eden's Rising is not yet done!!!! Joy!!! I liked your new fic too, very funny!
Evil Chibi Malik: Giant...Pocky...hehe ^_^. Very happy me!!!! Thank you, it will bring me the much needed energy~! *blush* I didn't know that you liked my fic that much! Thank you, it's always nice to be appreciated! As for ff.net, I can't help you sorry to say...too bad, I really do like your story! Just try again, and see what happens.
Osiris Lee: Well, Bakura didn't really commit his ultimate revenge yet, but will soon...as for confess his undying love to Ryou? Will happen soon enough...hehe, upcoming fluff soon!!! Joy!!! Soon, not yet!
Weret Hekau: Thank you! I get a lot of my facts
(continue here)
Looking up from his position he met large emerald orbs staring down at him with sympathy shining in them. Sympathy? Sympathy for what? He had achieved one of greatest goals in his life! A small sad smile graced the pale face as the soft silvery locks framed the thin face. Such fragile beauty amongst the deadliest of them all.
"Why do you smile at me like that seer?"
The large orbs grew even sadder and Ryou let his fingers caress the short unruly locks. Speaking not a word he leaned close to his face, so close that Bakura could see every beautiful feature, every emotion flashing through those eyes.
"I-"
Pressing his slender fingers to his mouth Ryou shushed him and then removing them he replaced them with his lips. Soft and gentle they caressed each nerve that ran through Bakura's body. A feeling of warmth ran down his veins only to be replaced by something else, something deep within him stirred as those warm lips came into contact with his. He felt deep held back emotions flooding into his body once more and he began to feel the most curious of all sensations, an immense pressure on his eyes, closing them he tried to suppress it only to find that hot liquid began to run down his cheeks. Breaking apart from the sweet kiss he felt the thin arms wind themselves around his body as he began to cry, screaming and cursing at anything his mind touched upon as he cried into Ryou's tunic. The soft whispery voice comforted him, murmuring nothing in general but soft crooning sounds.
He didn't get is, why was he, he of all people crying?! Hot tears refused to stop, no matter how much he cursed or screamed they continued to come. The warm feeling of triumph had melted away and left him feeling empty, hollow. It was as if he had been stripped of all meaning and the full weight of what had happened in his life had finally come down upon him like a deadly arrow aiming for its kill. Why had he been cursed with such a life? He let oaths spew out of his mouth and cursed the very Gods that condemned him to such an existence. The salty tears could be tasted in his mouth as they continued to flow in a steady stream. Words became jumbled together as he tried to curse and cry at the same time. Ryou's soft fingers tried to wipe away the never ending tears and the harsh garnet eyes met up with his. Tears still flowing from his red rimmed eyes he crushed his lips with the seer in front of him and let the salty drops roll into the others mouth.
With one simple kiss the young seer had stripped away the hard outer shell of the tomb robber and as he cried the tears he never shed for his family he saw die, the tomb robber sank into the welcoming softness of his silken cushions and pulled the youth close to him. His face was buried into the feathery soft mane of Ryou, letting the few tears still leaking from within his eyes to disappear into the think mane. A soft pale hand ghosted over his face as Ryou wiped away the salty tracks of tears and gently began to hum a lullaby.
Soon Ryou's voice faded away as Bakura fell into slumber but deep within Bakura's mind it wasn't Ryou's soft voice humming but a clearer, sweeter tone. In his mind he felt his mother's voice prick up from the hidden away memories as she sang to him as she always did. He could almost feel her work roughened hands smoothing away his hair and pulling the sheets in tight around his body. He let his tired mind rest as in the far distance he heard the sweet lullaby still being hummed by the clear sweet voice of his mother. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* First he goes insane, now he goes into an emotional breakdown! What am I doing to him?! Not to worry people, this doesn't mean in any way that Bakura will stop being the super sexy scary tomb robber! He's just having some emotional relief here...anyways, I hope this chapter was okay, sorry it was a bit rushed. Anyways, please read and review and I'll try to update as soon as possible, ja minna-san! ^_^
*I made up the prayer so it isn't real. As for the blessed be thing, it's what Pagans put after each prayer, blessed be or so mote it be. I'm not sure if the Egyptians used it as well, I doubt it, but I just made it up and decided to put it in, please correct me if I made any mistakes! I couldn't find an actual prayer to Ma'at! Gomen. ***************************************************************** ******************************************* from e for Yu-Gi-Oh stuff, and yeah I'm not all that partial to OC's unless their very well written out. It's harder to imagine new characters. Anyways, thanks and read when you have time!
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Yay, your back!! I missed you! And no problem for reviewing, it's funny to read...I know what you mean, no relaxation during vacation...*sigh* stupid school...anyways, thanks for all the luck!
Maruken: True, so he's partially happy I guess...and crazy, that too...
Anime Crazed: Not to worry Bakura will get better! I think...^_^;;
Yuri Rikusentai: Yay! I'll get many pics! Joy! Here *more popsicles* with extra cherry ones* ^_^. O_O Who would of thought giving something sharp, shiny and pointy to Bakura would make him calm down...is where ever he went still in one piece? I hope so...anyways, thanks!
Nadako-Mika: Thanks! Yeah the tomb robber thing was from the magna, it was a little disturbing to think of, but that's crazy Bakura for you! But come on, we all love the crazy Bakura!
VampssAmby10210: Thanks for the luck and chocolate, I'm going to need a lot of both, *sigh*
DaLizzie: hehe yeah, ^_^; but we all love the crazy Bakura as much as the...uh...less crazy one.
Ashley lynn: Just read on to the next chapter!
DreamingChild: Thank you!
BakaNeko-Chan: Thanks, and fluff will be on the way!
Voice-sama: Thanks!
Yami hitokiri: yeah, scry means to see the future and what not...stupid midterms...*sigh* oh well, thanks!
Once again, I'm so sorry for not updating!!!!!! Sorry if this chapter is really crappy but I had no time to do it, so please bear with me!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, maybe some fluff, you never know. ~_^ ***************************************************************** ******************************************* Silence evaded the shadowy crevices of the house as not a single whisper of a noise interrupted the smooth silence. Flickering lights lit the dim passages as the dancing shadows reflected the cold marble laid floor. The silence imposed a threatening atmosphere in the silent house as no one seemed to live there. Suddenly a string of laughter broke the silence as sharp as a scythe, laughter that held a certain pitch of insanity. One could not help but shiver as it rang through the empty corridors.
In another room, seemingly another universe, three figures sat on piles of silken cushions. Each lithe figure bent towards on another, seeking comfort from the bone chilling laughter that even managed to get carried down to them. Even the fire seemed to shiver as the shadows shrank before once more rebounding and growing to cover the expanse of the floor with its flickering shadows. As the laughter died away as it always did, the tallest of three figures began to pray, her soft calming voice penetrating the hearts of the other two and offering comfort to them. Tanned fingers gripped the amulet that hung on his neck as he too joined his sister in prayer to the holy deity Ma'at.
"Holy daughter of Ra above, bring to us your peace and divinity, bless us with your divine harmony and let your peace reign in this holy house. Bring with you your feather of truth and let it rip away the mask of deceit as you balance the evil that lives. Blessed be."*
Both voices dropped off as they let their heads droop down in a silent bow to the great goddess. Large green orbs studied the fire quietly hissing as he watched the dancing flames of vibrant orange and bold red dance across his vision. His full lips mouthed 'blessed be' as the other two spoke it and let the silvery mane of hair cover his face. His knees were drawn close to his chest, hugging his body close to himself. A small shiver was elicited from his slender body when another peal of laughter was heard; it once more faded away into the still night air where it lingered.
They sat there silent as the night sky that lay out in the world above. When the small figure rose unsteadily from his pile of silken cushions a sun bleached head looked up, bright lavender eyes questioning the avoided face. When he made his way to the hallway the tanned figure opened his mouth to speak but was cut off when Isis leaned over and placed a hand on his mouth. Instead of replying she let another soft prayer pass through her lips once more and as she drew away Malik's voice combined with hers and together they let their prayers echo in the dim room.
A blinding mane of silvery hair shone amongst the darkness of the room. His hair reflected by the lone candle that was lit in his room. That was all he needed, that was all he wanted. He watched in rapt fascination as his pile of gold glittered in the dim room, letting gold shadows dance across the walls briefly before they faded away. His tanned calloused fingers lazily traced the design on his pile of cushions. A small smirk made its way to his mouth as he once more envisioned the look on the Pharaoh's face as he had thrown the rotting corpse in front of his feet. The look of pure terror mixed with shock as the smooth face contorted in anger and all the while he just stood there, draped in the golds buried with the no good dead corpse, smirking at the look on his face as he felt satisfaction burn within his heart.
A small knock on his door didn't make him turn away from his gold nor his thoughts. Who was he to care? He had after all, all that he wanted, the only thing left was to kill the last of the blood line and he would no longer be in debt to his people, finally free of the silent burden he placed upon his shoulders when he saw their terrified faces and the insignia of the Pharaoh's seal on the sword hilt as it buried itself into his family's back. After all bad blood need to be cleansed. A whisper of a laugh tickled his throat but he held it down, it was his secret after all.
"Bakura..."
Something soft and whispery traveled to his ears, the voice just barely sighing out his name. Soon soft fingers traveled down his face until they met the scar marring his tanned features. Looking (go back up to the top, it'll continue from there)
