*shrieks* OMG! Over a century of reviews! *starts hugging random people*
wowie, that made my day. And it has been pretty crappy. We're moving house
(I know, what a way to start 2004) I just got back from holidaying in the
Gold Coast, and visited goth_ankh and co, and cried in the movie Brother
Bear... IT WAS SO SAD!! *sighs* I've been packing linen all day today, I
keep getting buried in it...
Oh yes. The Bakura sticker. I tried to steal it, which made my brother cry. So I felt guilty. So I was suckered into buying it. For $10 I get the sticker and 2 A4 size Yami posters. Considering the price of the two books these items are from, it is a total rip off. But at least my brother loves me right about now.
Oh! Happy New Year, everyone!
One more thing. Small, very sad attempt at speaking French here. Well, not *pathetic*, but I've only done a little of the language, and it was a fair while ago. So don't get annoyed if it's wildly off. Same with the Egyptian. If that is wrong, blame Jess (silly girl, she doesn't like this pairing. She doesn't like *any* shounen-ai. SILLY).
Disclaimer: Don't be mean. Everyone knows this isn't mine. So please don't sue me, nice people at Konami, etc. *does gollum pawing thing* nice masssssster...
Chapter 17: Behind Blue Eyes.
* * *
The sun crept in through Ryou and Bakura's bedroom window. Ryou was awake, but he felt so cosy using Bakura's bare chest as a pillow he made no effort at all to get up. "I don't want to go to school today," he mumbled against the spirit's skin, being lulled back to sleep by Bakura's steady heartbeat.
"We won't then, Ryou darling." Bakura traced figure eights on his back, Ryou's skin coming out in goose-pimples.
"Mmmm. You do know what I like." Ryou's hand, which had been lying over Bakura's stomach, snaked its way over his chest, lightly brushing over his nipple. Ryou giggled as it hardened; and with his fingertip gently prodded it, poking it back and forth.
"Stop it!"
Ryou smiled seductively. "Make me."
Bakura wriggled into a better position, closer to Ryou. He slowly moved his hand down his side, past his waist. Ryou bit his lip, trying his very hardest not to react to the feather-light caress. "I win," Bakura whispered, grinning at his light and poking out his tongue. Ryou, in an excess of frustration (in more ways than one) grasped it in his mouth, tasting the familiar sweetness of his lips.
* * *
Yami sat on the counter at the game shop, swinging his legs. Yugi came in, took one look at him, and collapsed into laughter. "You're nervous!"
"Am not."
"Yami, you're chewing on you're hair."
"I am no-... Oh shit. Shut *up* Yugi, it's not funny." Yugi calmed down. Yami had a short temper and shadow magic - not a happy mix.
"Yami, why are you nervous? It's only Kaiba. The guy you love. The guy you would, and have risked your life for. The guy who *loves you back*"
"I know... But... I just... I dunno..." A midnight blue sports car pulled up outside, ending Yami's stuttering. "Meep," he said, as Yugi slipped through the back door.
When Seto came in, however, all his nervousness ebbed away. It *was* only Seto. A very sexy looking Seto. Yami devoured him with his eyes - from the tight leather pants, to the dress shirt he longed to rip off, to his beautiful blue eyes. And, judging by the kiss Yami was greeted with, Seto thought he looked okay, too...
Seto lead him to the car, which was also very sexy. He may be feminine, but every boy has a partiality to expensive, fast cars, and Yami was no exception. Then again, he didn't have time to admire the BMW, as the owner was occupying most of his thoughts, a lot of which were strictly R rated. Kaiba really was a feast for the eyes. Yami thought he might find it hard keeping his hands off him through dinner.
Seto, meanwhile, was just as affected by Yami, but was much more skilled at concealing it.
They arrived at the restaurant, a French one; very sophisticated, and extravagant. Yet Yami did not like it. It was a 'Chardonnay Socialist' sort of restaurant, where conceited rich people talk of modern art and short films - things beyond their own comprehension but are supposedly posh. That was until they were lead to their table, a secluded corner lit only by candles, with a small water feature, and the large windows opening to the heavens. It was very romantic.
Seto passed him a menu, and Yami stared blankly at it for a moment. "Uhm..."
"What's wrong?"
"Seto, I don't speak French. I thought learning Japanese and English in such a short time was pretty good."
"Well, I could get the English version for you. Or I could translate for you."
"I didn't know you speak French?"
"I have many hidden talents." They were innocent enough words. But Yami thought he could catch a hidden meaning in them, and he blushed. Seto smirked.
"Speak some now. For me?"
Seto paused for a minute, looking at Yami. With an almost perfect French accent, he whispered "Je t'aime, avec tout mon coeur." While Yami had absolutely no idea what Seto had said, the look in his blue eyes told him, and Yami leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
When they broke apart, Seto smirked again. "I could have said something very insulting to you, Yami, and you wouldn't know."
"But you didn't."
"True. So do you know any Egyptian?"
"Only a little," sighed Yami. His memory of the past was still patchy. He knew he was a kick-ass Pharaoh, but beyond that he knew next to nothing. "But the Tomb Robber can speak it almost fluently, and when he does I generally know what he is saying."
"So you wouldn't know what 'Peraa, desi neb her ib' would mean?" Seto tested the language, rolling harshly of his tongue.
Yami looked up quickly. "Pr'3 dsi nb hr ib?" He pronounced the words properly, and Seto nodded. Yami bit his lip. He *did* know what it meant. ' Pr'3 ' was what those in his kingdom had called him - Pharaoh, it meant. The rest translated closely to 'my lord, and desire'. But how could Seto have learnt that? If it was for his benefit, surely he would not have referred to him as 'my lord'?
"No, I don't." Yami searched for any sign in Seto's eyes as to what he was thinking.
"Nor do I. I was hoping you could tell me." At which point in time, the food arrived, Yami feeling this was rather convenient. The food was exquisite, and Yami soon forgot Seto's question. Seto himself figured Yami either didn't know, or wouldn't tell him, and dropped it. He wouldn't let some stupid dreams ruin his night with his love.
* * *
Uh-huh. Next chapter is the one we've alllllll been waiting for. So review, and you'll get something that goes nice on pancakes... ... ...I mean a lemon. Everyone eats lemon and sugar on pancakes. Well I do, anyway... Mmmm, pancakes...
Oh, and the French? It's supposed to mean "I love you, with all my heart." Thanks to Impish Pixie for the correction... If I had thought about it, I would have realised 'J'adore' was 'I like', but I didn't know 'I love'. So thanks!
Oh yes. The Bakura sticker. I tried to steal it, which made my brother cry. So I felt guilty. So I was suckered into buying it. For $10 I get the sticker and 2 A4 size Yami posters. Considering the price of the two books these items are from, it is a total rip off. But at least my brother loves me right about now.
Oh! Happy New Year, everyone!
One more thing. Small, very sad attempt at speaking French here. Well, not *pathetic*, but I've only done a little of the language, and it was a fair while ago. So don't get annoyed if it's wildly off. Same with the Egyptian. If that is wrong, blame Jess (silly girl, she doesn't like this pairing. She doesn't like *any* shounen-ai. SILLY).
Disclaimer: Don't be mean. Everyone knows this isn't mine. So please don't sue me, nice people at Konami, etc. *does gollum pawing thing* nice masssssster...
Chapter 17: Behind Blue Eyes.
* * *
The sun crept in through Ryou and Bakura's bedroom window. Ryou was awake, but he felt so cosy using Bakura's bare chest as a pillow he made no effort at all to get up. "I don't want to go to school today," he mumbled against the spirit's skin, being lulled back to sleep by Bakura's steady heartbeat.
"We won't then, Ryou darling." Bakura traced figure eights on his back, Ryou's skin coming out in goose-pimples.
"Mmmm. You do know what I like." Ryou's hand, which had been lying over Bakura's stomach, snaked its way over his chest, lightly brushing over his nipple. Ryou giggled as it hardened; and with his fingertip gently prodded it, poking it back and forth.
"Stop it!"
Ryou smiled seductively. "Make me."
Bakura wriggled into a better position, closer to Ryou. He slowly moved his hand down his side, past his waist. Ryou bit his lip, trying his very hardest not to react to the feather-light caress. "I win," Bakura whispered, grinning at his light and poking out his tongue. Ryou, in an excess of frustration (in more ways than one) grasped it in his mouth, tasting the familiar sweetness of his lips.
* * *
Yami sat on the counter at the game shop, swinging his legs. Yugi came in, took one look at him, and collapsed into laughter. "You're nervous!"
"Am not."
"Yami, you're chewing on you're hair."
"I am no-... Oh shit. Shut *up* Yugi, it's not funny." Yugi calmed down. Yami had a short temper and shadow magic - not a happy mix.
"Yami, why are you nervous? It's only Kaiba. The guy you love. The guy you would, and have risked your life for. The guy who *loves you back*"
"I know... But... I just... I dunno..." A midnight blue sports car pulled up outside, ending Yami's stuttering. "Meep," he said, as Yugi slipped through the back door.
When Seto came in, however, all his nervousness ebbed away. It *was* only Seto. A very sexy looking Seto. Yami devoured him with his eyes - from the tight leather pants, to the dress shirt he longed to rip off, to his beautiful blue eyes. And, judging by the kiss Yami was greeted with, Seto thought he looked okay, too...
Seto lead him to the car, which was also very sexy. He may be feminine, but every boy has a partiality to expensive, fast cars, and Yami was no exception. Then again, he didn't have time to admire the BMW, as the owner was occupying most of his thoughts, a lot of which were strictly R rated. Kaiba really was a feast for the eyes. Yami thought he might find it hard keeping his hands off him through dinner.
Seto, meanwhile, was just as affected by Yami, but was much more skilled at concealing it.
They arrived at the restaurant, a French one; very sophisticated, and extravagant. Yet Yami did not like it. It was a 'Chardonnay Socialist' sort of restaurant, where conceited rich people talk of modern art and short films - things beyond their own comprehension but are supposedly posh. That was until they were lead to their table, a secluded corner lit only by candles, with a small water feature, and the large windows opening to the heavens. It was very romantic.
Seto passed him a menu, and Yami stared blankly at it for a moment. "Uhm..."
"What's wrong?"
"Seto, I don't speak French. I thought learning Japanese and English in such a short time was pretty good."
"Well, I could get the English version for you. Or I could translate for you."
"I didn't know you speak French?"
"I have many hidden talents." They were innocent enough words. But Yami thought he could catch a hidden meaning in them, and he blushed. Seto smirked.
"Speak some now. For me?"
Seto paused for a minute, looking at Yami. With an almost perfect French accent, he whispered "Je t'aime, avec tout mon coeur." While Yami had absolutely no idea what Seto had said, the look in his blue eyes told him, and Yami leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
When they broke apart, Seto smirked again. "I could have said something very insulting to you, Yami, and you wouldn't know."
"But you didn't."
"True. So do you know any Egyptian?"
"Only a little," sighed Yami. His memory of the past was still patchy. He knew he was a kick-ass Pharaoh, but beyond that he knew next to nothing. "But the Tomb Robber can speak it almost fluently, and when he does I generally know what he is saying."
"So you wouldn't know what 'Peraa, desi neb her ib' would mean?" Seto tested the language, rolling harshly of his tongue.
Yami looked up quickly. "Pr'3 dsi nb hr ib?" He pronounced the words properly, and Seto nodded. Yami bit his lip. He *did* know what it meant. ' Pr'3 ' was what those in his kingdom had called him - Pharaoh, it meant. The rest translated closely to 'my lord, and desire'. But how could Seto have learnt that? If it was for his benefit, surely he would not have referred to him as 'my lord'?
"No, I don't." Yami searched for any sign in Seto's eyes as to what he was thinking.
"Nor do I. I was hoping you could tell me." At which point in time, the food arrived, Yami feeling this was rather convenient. The food was exquisite, and Yami soon forgot Seto's question. Seto himself figured Yami either didn't know, or wouldn't tell him, and dropped it. He wouldn't let some stupid dreams ruin his night with his love.
* * *
Uh-huh. Next chapter is the one we've alllllll been waiting for. So review, and you'll get something that goes nice on pancakes... ... ...I mean a lemon. Everyone eats lemon and sugar on pancakes. Well I do, anyway... Mmmm, pancakes...
Oh, and the French? It's supposed to mean "I love you, with all my heart." Thanks to Impish Pixie for the correction... If I had thought about it, I would have realised 'J'adore' was 'I like', but I didn't know 'I love'. So thanks!