Bakura led Ryou to the Captain's cabin and opened the door. Ryou stepped in
first and saw a figure huddled over the great desk located in the middle.
Charts, maps and scrolls were piled on top of the cluttered work area. Upon
closer inspection Ryou discovered that the figure was not huddled over
work, it was in fact sleeping in an uncomfortable position.
Ryou glanced up at Bakura, his green eyes flashing with confusion. Was this the person he was supposed to meet? Bakura caught the hidden question and nodded his head. He walked over to the figure, Ryou right behind him and poked 'it' several times on the shoulder. The elder was beginning to get frustrated, as his ministrations were not working on the sleeping form, so Ryou gave the person a soft shake on the shoulder. And did not cease until he started to moan in protest. Bleached blond hair fell out of the dark purple cape, and a tanned face with mysterious purple eyes gazed up into his jade ones.
The man blinked several times in confusion and with a dry voice due to sleep asked, "Bakura what did you do yourself you look so feminine."
"What?!" Ryou yelled insulted, "FEMININE!"
Bakura chuckled nervously at his lovers out burst. Ryou started pouting, and his friend Malik only looked more confused. "This is Ryou, as you have already witnessed you have touched a rather sensitive subject my old friend." He supplied.
It was then that his friend Malik noticed him beside his lover. He looked at the young boy suspiciously for a moment and then asked; "I see... what brings him here, with you of all people?"
Bakura glared at the obvious mild insult but replied in a calm tone, "Ryou is the one I have been staying with, he is also my lover who happens to be joining us on our journey home."
The other raised a fine eyebrow, "Is that wise? He looks like he has not witnessed the harsh sands of the desert. He might very well go insane or die."
Ryou looked up at Bakura with a confused and fearful look, Bakura reassured him with a smile. Malik's other eyebrow joined the first at the rare sight. Bakura, king of thieves, the coldest person known to man was smiling. 'Very interesting...' He mused.
"It's true, Ryou has never seen a desert before but he has handled harsh weather before. He is used to extreme humidity." Bakura reasoned.
Malik sighed upon hearing this, 'He has no idea as to what I had meant. Oh well, I can see that this boy has a strong will. He may not very well go insane, but he still has not lived near the desert sands. Bakura will understand what I meant soon enough.' He cleared it up with a smile, and held out his hand to the boy, "As you have already heard my name is Malik, Malik Ishtal."
Ryou smiled in return, gripping the other's hand gently, "And I am Ryou. Ryou Turner."
"It is a pleasure to meet you." Malik murmured.
"Like-wise." The other boy replied, letting go and dropping his hand back to his side. He felt a soft brush of skin along his arm and he looked down to see Bakura's hand tracing lazy patterns on his arm, most likely the 'Egyptian Script' his lover would talk about. He learned some words, words that Bakura wanted him to know; at the moment he caught 'Lover' and 'Mate' being doodled onto his arm. The amused look on the new man's face, Malik, proved that he too knew what was being written.
"Well, I'm sure you are bored just standing here, Bakura seems impatient to show you around and I will not be the one to stop him." He escorted them to the cabin door and allowed them to pass through.
"Don't work yourself too hard my friend." Bakura said almost so quietly Ryou had trouble hearing it. Malik nodded in thanks and shut the door softly behind them, saying, "I will join you shortly."
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou was ecstatic; with so many new things around he looked very much like a young boy in a sweet shop. Bakura decided to ignore his lover's childish personality as he grew used to the sudden mood swings the other had. When he was excited he would either talk extremely fast, both with his mouth and his hands. But since they were on a large ship full of people Ryou choose to just look around with a child-like awe.
Bakura took the precious time to smirk down at his cute lover's antics.
But what he also noticed were wandering eyes... There would be times when he'd look up and several of the men on the ship were dazing in awed wonder at his treasure. Ryou didn't notice most of the time but when he did catch another's gaze he waved shyly and said hello. Most would blush and stammer back.
The only one's he did trust around Ryou were Malik's own crew. When he had to leave to go check on something, there would be three of them hovering around Ryou, though making sure Ryou didn't notice the protective stance while conversing.
Bakura sighed from the upper deck, he always so used to being in control, but it seemed as soon as he meet Ryou his insides turned to mush, and he could not deny the angel anything.
He was in deep, and wasn't sure if he could, or wanted to get out.
"You're brewing trouble for yourself." A voice said behind him.
He smirked, "Since when has that ever changed Malik?"
The other chuckled and leaned down on the railing beside his friend, he too gazed at the laughing foreign boy. "He is quite a head-turner." He murmured smiling softly.
Bakura glared suspiciously at his friend, "Yes that appears to be one of his set-backs. But I don't think I could leave him alone..."
His friend turned and gave him a curious look, "Why have you not said good- bye to this creature? Could it be you have not bedded him yet?" He asked with amusement.
"I have bedded him!" Bakura snarled, but his face quickly softened, "As I said before, I don't think I could leave him alone, he's addictive and I've become attached."
"You are going in over your head my friend. You have seemed to forget who you are; you are Bakura master tomb robber for hire, an excellent thief with a high price on your head. You are bringing home a weakness, and also many kegs of pain." Malik lifted his head to see Bakura's confused expression, with a sad laugh he continued, "Your job is a dangerous one, one that you can not guarantee coming back alive every day. You could never promise him you'd come back to him in one piece-"
"I have told Ryou that, and he understands. He said he would have never believed me if I said otherwise. 'Return to me.' That's all he asked. I will not deny him that wish. Body or spirit I will return to him, even if it's to say good-bye."
Malik let out a snort, "Now, my friend, you are beginning to sound much like your mother with her happily-ever-after stories. Truly not a smart path to go down."
"Well," Bakura said, pushing himself from the ledge, "It may not be a smart path but at least it's a worn and known path, one I can always turn around and head back from."
"Let me guess, and Ryou will be one step behind you?"
"No." Bakura replied startling his friend, "He'll be right beside me the whole way." He walked away chuckling leaving his annoyed friend behind.
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou was ecstatic. He had heard many stories of the open seas from fishermen and the occasional sailor, and he himself had sailed upon the ocean waters himself. But never in a boat this large! There were so many different sights to see and different people to meet. Though most of the passengers on this voyage were very shy and edgy around him. He mostly stayed near the crewmembers that Bakura introduced him to, and they were all kind and polite to him.
Though the trip had not begun he was still excited and wanted to know everything there was to know about sailing, but most of his questions went unanswered, mostly because the ones he asked would smile and tell him how 'cute' he was.
There was only one thing that made Ryou feel uneasy though, and that was one certain foreigner. He seemed to be uncomfortable so Ryou thought he would go over and try to cheer him up.
He was not happy with the results.
The man did not yell at him or shun him; in fact he did quite the opposite. He had succeeded in making Ryou feel immensely uncomfortable. Ryou left him quickly when situations started to get out of hand, never had he seen someone look at him so.
As if he were a pretty item that could be owned.
Though he didn't refuse the idea of Bakura owning him... He blushed deeply at his trailing thoughts and tensed when he felt two hands grip his rear from behind. Thinking it to be that perverted man again Ryou stamped on the offender's foot and elbowed him in the gut.
He turned; ready to drive his knee in his assailant's face when he noticed something.
The man had blue hair so dark it could almost be mistaken for black... not white...
All the color drained from his face as he realized that he just attacked his love... in front of several passengers and crew. "Ah! Bakura! I'm so sorry!" Ryou then began helping Bakura stand straight seeing that he was still hunched over holding his stomach tenderly. Ryou rubbed his love's stomach lovingly in apology for his awful act, still stuttering over his own verbal apologies.
Bakura looked down at Ryou with a pained smile and laughed nervously, "Sorry love. I did not intend to scare you."
Ryou hushed him with a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, "You should not be apologizing, I was the one who hit you. I am so sorry Bakura, I honestly didn't know it was you I thought it was that pervert again so I-"
It was Ryou's turned to be hushed, but not with a kiss. Bakura put a finger to Ryou's soft lips in a slight harsh manner and glared down at him. Ryou knew he was not angry with him but at what he had said but Bakura's glare still made him nervous.
"What pervert?" Bakura hissed. Wine red eyes blazed dangerously as they scouted the area around them looking for anyone suspicious.
Ryou was failing horribly at avoiding eye contact, perhaps Bakura lifting his face to meet his was not helping matters any either.
"Please Bakura, he was doing nothing too extreme, I thought you were him at that moment and that is why I acted the way I did. Just leave it be, if he comes near me and touch me in any other manner than that of a guest then I will inform you."
Bakura was upset with the proposal but agreed anyway. If this 'pervert' came near Ryou again he would suffer dearly.
'Though I doubt he would touch Ryou and come out unscathed. His fighting style may be poor but his survival instincts are powerful.' He winced slightly as they were walking away, the pressure on his sore foot not being accepted lightly. 'Yes, I do believe Ryou would hurt much before I receive the chance to.'
*~*~*~*~*~
Please don't laugh at my chosen last name for Ryou, ^.^;; I couldn't think of anything else...
Thank you very much for your kind reviews. I greatly appreciate them for they make me know that I am pleasing the small few who have happened to wander to this tale.
*bows* Thank you again.
DcSolstice, Kely Thank you for informing me that it is Kehmet ^.^
DcSolstice - Bakura arrived on Ryou's island for various artifacts, one which will be explained later on! Ryou's island does not speak Japanese, nor do they speak any other odd language. His island speaks English, but I wanted it to have that comforting Hawaii island village feel. And yes Bakura knows the language, he is a traveling tomb-raider so he has to know an extensive amount of different languages and English is, as we all know too well, the most common language used.
I also apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that you may find. I was in a rush to get these two chapters posted up that I only skimmed lightly.
Ryou glanced up at Bakura, his green eyes flashing with confusion. Was this the person he was supposed to meet? Bakura caught the hidden question and nodded his head. He walked over to the figure, Ryou right behind him and poked 'it' several times on the shoulder. The elder was beginning to get frustrated, as his ministrations were not working on the sleeping form, so Ryou gave the person a soft shake on the shoulder. And did not cease until he started to moan in protest. Bleached blond hair fell out of the dark purple cape, and a tanned face with mysterious purple eyes gazed up into his jade ones.
The man blinked several times in confusion and with a dry voice due to sleep asked, "Bakura what did you do yourself you look so feminine."
"What?!" Ryou yelled insulted, "FEMININE!"
Bakura chuckled nervously at his lovers out burst. Ryou started pouting, and his friend Malik only looked more confused. "This is Ryou, as you have already witnessed you have touched a rather sensitive subject my old friend." He supplied.
It was then that his friend Malik noticed him beside his lover. He looked at the young boy suspiciously for a moment and then asked; "I see... what brings him here, with you of all people?"
Bakura glared at the obvious mild insult but replied in a calm tone, "Ryou is the one I have been staying with, he is also my lover who happens to be joining us on our journey home."
The other raised a fine eyebrow, "Is that wise? He looks like he has not witnessed the harsh sands of the desert. He might very well go insane or die."
Ryou looked up at Bakura with a confused and fearful look, Bakura reassured him with a smile. Malik's other eyebrow joined the first at the rare sight. Bakura, king of thieves, the coldest person known to man was smiling. 'Very interesting...' He mused.
"It's true, Ryou has never seen a desert before but he has handled harsh weather before. He is used to extreme humidity." Bakura reasoned.
Malik sighed upon hearing this, 'He has no idea as to what I had meant. Oh well, I can see that this boy has a strong will. He may not very well go insane, but he still has not lived near the desert sands. Bakura will understand what I meant soon enough.' He cleared it up with a smile, and held out his hand to the boy, "As you have already heard my name is Malik, Malik Ishtal."
Ryou smiled in return, gripping the other's hand gently, "And I am Ryou. Ryou Turner."
"It is a pleasure to meet you." Malik murmured.
"Like-wise." The other boy replied, letting go and dropping his hand back to his side. He felt a soft brush of skin along his arm and he looked down to see Bakura's hand tracing lazy patterns on his arm, most likely the 'Egyptian Script' his lover would talk about. He learned some words, words that Bakura wanted him to know; at the moment he caught 'Lover' and 'Mate' being doodled onto his arm. The amused look on the new man's face, Malik, proved that he too knew what was being written.
"Well, I'm sure you are bored just standing here, Bakura seems impatient to show you around and I will not be the one to stop him." He escorted them to the cabin door and allowed them to pass through.
"Don't work yourself too hard my friend." Bakura said almost so quietly Ryou had trouble hearing it. Malik nodded in thanks and shut the door softly behind them, saying, "I will join you shortly."
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou was ecstatic; with so many new things around he looked very much like a young boy in a sweet shop. Bakura decided to ignore his lover's childish personality as he grew used to the sudden mood swings the other had. When he was excited he would either talk extremely fast, both with his mouth and his hands. But since they were on a large ship full of people Ryou choose to just look around with a child-like awe.
Bakura took the precious time to smirk down at his cute lover's antics.
But what he also noticed were wandering eyes... There would be times when he'd look up and several of the men on the ship were dazing in awed wonder at his treasure. Ryou didn't notice most of the time but when he did catch another's gaze he waved shyly and said hello. Most would blush and stammer back.
The only one's he did trust around Ryou were Malik's own crew. When he had to leave to go check on something, there would be three of them hovering around Ryou, though making sure Ryou didn't notice the protective stance while conversing.
Bakura sighed from the upper deck, he always so used to being in control, but it seemed as soon as he meet Ryou his insides turned to mush, and he could not deny the angel anything.
He was in deep, and wasn't sure if he could, or wanted to get out.
"You're brewing trouble for yourself." A voice said behind him.
He smirked, "Since when has that ever changed Malik?"
The other chuckled and leaned down on the railing beside his friend, he too gazed at the laughing foreign boy. "He is quite a head-turner." He murmured smiling softly.
Bakura glared suspiciously at his friend, "Yes that appears to be one of his set-backs. But I don't think I could leave him alone..."
His friend turned and gave him a curious look, "Why have you not said good- bye to this creature? Could it be you have not bedded him yet?" He asked with amusement.
"I have bedded him!" Bakura snarled, but his face quickly softened, "As I said before, I don't think I could leave him alone, he's addictive and I've become attached."
"You are going in over your head my friend. You have seemed to forget who you are; you are Bakura master tomb robber for hire, an excellent thief with a high price on your head. You are bringing home a weakness, and also many kegs of pain." Malik lifted his head to see Bakura's confused expression, with a sad laugh he continued, "Your job is a dangerous one, one that you can not guarantee coming back alive every day. You could never promise him you'd come back to him in one piece-"
"I have told Ryou that, and he understands. He said he would have never believed me if I said otherwise. 'Return to me.' That's all he asked. I will not deny him that wish. Body or spirit I will return to him, even if it's to say good-bye."
Malik let out a snort, "Now, my friend, you are beginning to sound much like your mother with her happily-ever-after stories. Truly not a smart path to go down."
"Well," Bakura said, pushing himself from the ledge, "It may not be a smart path but at least it's a worn and known path, one I can always turn around and head back from."
"Let me guess, and Ryou will be one step behind you?"
"No." Bakura replied startling his friend, "He'll be right beside me the whole way." He walked away chuckling leaving his annoyed friend behind.
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou was ecstatic. He had heard many stories of the open seas from fishermen and the occasional sailor, and he himself had sailed upon the ocean waters himself. But never in a boat this large! There were so many different sights to see and different people to meet. Though most of the passengers on this voyage were very shy and edgy around him. He mostly stayed near the crewmembers that Bakura introduced him to, and they were all kind and polite to him.
Though the trip had not begun he was still excited and wanted to know everything there was to know about sailing, but most of his questions went unanswered, mostly because the ones he asked would smile and tell him how 'cute' he was.
There was only one thing that made Ryou feel uneasy though, and that was one certain foreigner. He seemed to be uncomfortable so Ryou thought he would go over and try to cheer him up.
He was not happy with the results.
The man did not yell at him or shun him; in fact he did quite the opposite. He had succeeded in making Ryou feel immensely uncomfortable. Ryou left him quickly when situations started to get out of hand, never had he seen someone look at him so.
As if he were a pretty item that could be owned.
Though he didn't refuse the idea of Bakura owning him... He blushed deeply at his trailing thoughts and tensed when he felt two hands grip his rear from behind. Thinking it to be that perverted man again Ryou stamped on the offender's foot and elbowed him in the gut.
He turned; ready to drive his knee in his assailant's face when he noticed something.
The man had blue hair so dark it could almost be mistaken for black... not white...
All the color drained from his face as he realized that he just attacked his love... in front of several passengers and crew. "Ah! Bakura! I'm so sorry!" Ryou then began helping Bakura stand straight seeing that he was still hunched over holding his stomach tenderly. Ryou rubbed his love's stomach lovingly in apology for his awful act, still stuttering over his own verbal apologies.
Bakura looked down at Ryou with a pained smile and laughed nervously, "Sorry love. I did not intend to scare you."
Ryou hushed him with a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, "You should not be apologizing, I was the one who hit you. I am so sorry Bakura, I honestly didn't know it was you I thought it was that pervert again so I-"
It was Ryou's turned to be hushed, but not with a kiss. Bakura put a finger to Ryou's soft lips in a slight harsh manner and glared down at him. Ryou knew he was not angry with him but at what he had said but Bakura's glare still made him nervous.
"What pervert?" Bakura hissed. Wine red eyes blazed dangerously as they scouted the area around them looking for anyone suspicious.
Ryou was failing horribly at avoiding eye contact, perhaps Bakura lifting his face to meet his was not helping matters any either.
"Please Bakura, he was doing nothing too extreme, I thought you were him at that moment and that is why I acted the way I did. Just leave it be, if he comes near me and touch me in any other manner than that of a guest then I will inform you."
Bakura was upset with the proposal but agreed anyway. If this 'pervert' came near Ryou again he would suffer dearly.
'Though I doubt he would touch Ryou and come out unscathed. His fighting style may be poor but his survival instincts are powerful.' He winced slightly as they were walking away, the pressure on his sore foot not being accepted lightly. 'Yes, I do believe Ryou would hurt much before I receive the chance to.'
*~*~*~*~*~
Please don't laugh at my chosen last name for Ryou, ^.^;; I couldn't think of anything else...
Thank you very much for your kind reviews. I greatly appreciate them for they make me know that I am pleasing the small few who have happened to wander to this tale.
*bows* Thank you again.
DcSolstice, Kely Thank you for informing me that it is Kehmet ^.^
DcSolstice - Bakura arrived on Ryou's island for various artifacts, one which will be explained later on! Ryou's island does not speak Japanese, nor do they speak any other odd language. His island speaks English, but I wanted it to have that comforting Hawaii island village feel. And yes Bakura knows the language, he is a traveling tomb-raider so he has to know an extensive amount of different languages and English is, as we all know too well, the most common language used.
I also apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that you may find. I was in a rush to get these two chapters posted up that I only skimmed lightly.