Chapter Eight: Interruptions
The dancing flames had died to flickering embers as the rose graced the desert with its face. The drifts of snow accepted the sun's light and reflected it in every direction.
Yami woke with the sun, feeling himself in completely surrounding warmth. He cracked open his eyes and found them level with Bakura's chest. He tried to roll over, but was prevented by Bakura's arms still locked around his smaller body.
"Bakura? Are you awake?" he whispered softly tilting his head upwards to see if he would get a response.
Bakura's eyes remained shut; he was still asleep. Yami's gaze fell to Bakura's lips. They were slightly parted and bore a rose petal complexion.
'It couldn't hurt. He's still asleep, he would never know if I did,' Yami argued to himself. 'But if he wakes up, I'll have to explain why I was.....' He shook the thoughts from his mind, but it wouldn't go away that easily. It kept plaguing him. Grunting softly, he gave in.
Yami used his arms to slowly push himself upwards, until his head was perfectly level with Bakura's. He could feel the thief's steady breath pass over his cheeks as he breathed in and out. Pushing his nerves aside, Yami lightly pressed his lips to Bakura's letting his eyes fall shut again.
He was taken by surprise as he felt Bakura's arms hold him closer; one hand had moved to the back of his head, preventing him from backing away.
Yami's eyes flew open to find dark, chocolate brown eyes boring into his head.
'Shit, did he wake up because I kissed him?' Yami frantically tried to separate his mouth from Bakura's to explain. Bakura relented and smirked.
"Do you regret your actions, prince?" Bakura asked, using a tone of voice that made Yami try to hide. He buried his face into the front of Bakura's shirt. A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he tried to regain some dignity.
"I.....No. I don't regret my choice," Yami replied, a king-like resonance showing in his voice.
"Good," Bakura whispered into his ear, moving his mouth to kiss Yami softly on the cheek. "Because I sure didn't."
Yami flushed furiously, the feeling spreading across his entire face.
"That shade matches your eyes perfectly, my prince," Bakura joked. "Now get up. If you're well enough to give away kisses like that, you should be well enough to walk."
With that, Bakura got up and disappeared through the small, uncovered door. Yami struggled to his feet and followed him slowly. The cold wind hit him with the force of small charge, sending shivers through his whole body. He sprinted over the snow and buried himself inside Bakura's large, red and white cloak.
"Wimp. But what can I expect, coming from a pampered palace brat like you?" Bakura exclaimed happily, wrapping his arms around the smaller youth's waist.
Yami elbowed Bakura slightly in the stomach, causing him to grunt and double over. Content with his form of revenge, Yami clung tighter to Bakura. Once he had gotten comfortable, he let Bakura support him completely.
"I give up!" the pale-haired thief exclaimed. A smirk crossed his alabaster skin again and he let go of Yami and continued walking. Said prince dropped harshly into the snow. His body had been plunged spontaneously into the icy cold snow. He yelped in discomfort and leapt to his feet shivering.
"Bakura!" he screamed, launching himself at Bakura's legs. Bakura pitched face first into the crunchy snow. A fresh wave of goosebumps worked their way over both bodies as they lay in the snow.
The two of the continued to romp in the snow; hurling snowballs at each other and making snow angels. Neither of them noticed the two chariots rising on the horizon.
Upon reaching the oasis, the chariots (which had bee fitted with skis in the place of wheel to allow them to slide over the snow) skidded to a halt, spraying Yami and Bakura with bits of snow, slush and ice.
Bakura looked up as he wiped the snow off his face; Yami still pinned beneath him, his face planted in the snow. As his eyes focussed on the two figures in the chariots, a sword had been pointed to his throat.
"Get off the High Prince Atemu at once," a familiar voice ordered. With the continued influence of the sword, Bakura obeyed without a word.
One of the two men got down from his chariot and shuffled through the snow to where Yami had poked his head out of the snow.
"Prince Atemu? Are you alright, High Prince?" the man questioned as he helped Yami to his feet. Bakura glanced sideways and immediately recognized the man with Yami. It was Mahaado, one of priests of the Pharaoh's council.
Turning his eyes back to the sword, they traveled slowly up the blade to the hilt. From there he followed the richly ornamented arm to the face of the person who was holding the sword. Bakura felt his happiness rapidly dissolve.
Yami, after pulling his face out of the snow and getting to his feet, flung his arms around Mahaado as a hug.
"Mahaado!" he exclaimed into the hug. The startled priest said nothing, but hugged back. Instead he glanced back at Set.
"What have you done with the High Prince, tomb robber?" Set seethed, his eyes as cold as the snow around them. "If you have hurt him in any way, shape or form, I will drive this sword through your throat."
"I haven't done anything except save his life after you brutally attacked him!" Bakura retorted. Set's eyes flashed dangerously with rage. He stepped from the chariot, pressing the sword a little harder into the thief's neck.
"You know full well that I didn't mean to. I didn't recognize him until he was soaring through the air. Up until about five hours ago, I thought he had died then and there. Isis recently informed me that I was wrong. Apparently you were still alive when we left the city. She was crying because there was so slim a chance of him surviving. So tell me, tomb robber, how did you bring him back to health in so short a time?" Set snarled, waiting for Bakura to answer.
"First of all, my name is Bakura, not tomb robber, okay? Second, why would I tell you? Besides, the place it was found was destroyed," he growled back, trying to release some of pressure on his neck by moving backwards.
"Set, we should leave now if we want to be back in Thebes before the sun sets," Mahaado interrupted, Yami standing behind him.
"You're right," he replied, removing the sword from Bakura's throat and sheathing it. He got to his feet, straightened his robes and headed back towards his chariot. Mahaado climbed into his.
"Come, Atemu. We have to get you back to Thebes, where we can protect you from outside scum like this," he spat, glaring at Bakura.
Yami was utterly stunned. He was supposed to leave with Set and Mahaado? He was supposed to go back to Thebes? Bakura was equally surprised.
"How are you going to protect him if Thebes is completely destroyed? Don't lie, I saw what it was like," Bakura questioned. Set smirked.
"We're not a lazy nation you know. We've been rebuilding for three day now, it's almost done," he chuckled. Bakura wasn't impressed, but let it pass.
'It's the best thing for Egypt's future. But I don't want him to leave.'
Dias: Sorry, I've haven't had much time to type, so this is the only chapter that's going up today.
Dark Dias: Oh ya, happy anniversary. The 17th is the day you signed up last year, right?
Dias: Yup. I've been here one full year people! Oh, and I am working on a one-shot right now, and I have plans to begin another fic during school hours. So after this one's done, I should have another to start posting. Ja ne, minna!
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The dancing flames had died to flickering embers as the rose graced the desert with its face. The drifts of snow accepted the sun's light and reflected it in every direction.
Yami woke with the sun, feeling himself in completely surrounding warmth. He cracked open his eyes and found them level with Bakura's chest. He tried to roll over, but was prevented by Bakura's arms still locked around his smaller body.
"Bakura? Are you awake?" he whispered softly tilting his head upwards to see if he would get a response.
Bakura's eyes remained shut; he was still asleep. Yami's gaze fell to Bakura's lips. They were slightly parted and bore a rose petal complexion.
'It couldn't hurt. He's still asleep, he would never know if I did,' Yami argued to himself. 'But if he wakes up, I'll have to explain why I was.....' He shook the thoughts from his mind, but it wouldn't go away that easily. It kept plaguing him. Grunting softly, he gave in.
Yami used his arms to slowly push himself upwards, until his head was perfectly level with Bakura's. He could feel the thief's steady breath pass over his cheeks as he breathed in and out. Pushing his nerves aside, Yami lightly pressed his lips to Bakura's letting his eyes fall shut again.
He was taken by surprise as he felt Bakura's arms hold him closer; one hand had moved to the back of his head, preventing him from backing away.
Yami's eyes flew open to find dark, chocolate brown eyes boring into his head.
'Shit, did he wake up because I kissed him?' Yami frantically tried to separate his mouth from Bakura's to explain. Bakura relented and smirked.
"Do you regret your actions, prince?" Bakura asked, using a tone of voice that made Yami try to hide. He buried his face into the front of Bakura's shirt. A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he tried to regain some dignity.
"I.....No. I don't regret my choice," Yami replied, a king-like resonance showing in his voice.
"Good," Bakura whispered into his ear, moving his mouth to kiss Yami softly on the cheek. "Because I sure didn't."
Yami flushed furiously, the feeling spreading across his entire face.
"That shade matches your eyes perfectly, my prince," Bakura joked. "Now get up. If you're well enough to give away kisses like that, you should be well enough to walk."
With that, Bakura got up and disappeared through the small, uncovered door. Yami struggled to his feet and followed him slowly. The cold wind hit him with the force of small charge, sending shivers through his whole body. He sprinted over the snow and buried himself inside Bakura's large, red and white cloak.
"Wimp. But what can I expect, coming from a pampered palace brat like you?" Bakura exclaimed happily, wrapping his arms around the smaller youth's waist.
Yami elbowed Bakura slightly in the stomach, causing him to grunt and double over. Content with his form of revenge, Yami clung tighter to Bakura. Once he had gotten comfortable, he let Bakura support him completely.
"I give up!" the pale-haired thief exclaimed. A smirk crossed his alabaster skin again and he let go of Yami and continued walking. Said prince dropped harshly into the snow. His body had been plunged spontaneously into the icy cold snow. He yelped in discomfort and leapt to his feet shivering.
"Bakura!" he screamed, launching himself at Bakura's legs. Bakura pitched face first into the crunchy snow. A fresh wave of goosebumps worked their way over both bodies as they lay in the snow.
The two of the continued to romp in the snow; hurling snowballs at each other and making snow angels. Neither of them noticed the two chariots rising on the horizon.
Upon reaching the oasis, the chariots (which had bee fitted with skis in the place of wheel to allow them to slide over the snow) skidded to a halt, spraying Yami and Bakura with bits of snow, slush and ice.
Bakura looked up as he wiped the snow off his face; Yami still pinned beneath him, his face planted in the snow. As his eyes focussed on the two figures in the chariots, a sword had been pointed to his throat.
"Get off the High Prince Atemu at once," a familiar voice ordered. With the continued influence of the sword, Bakura obeyed without a word.
One of the two men got down from his chariot and shuffled through the snow to where Yami had poked his head out of the snow.
"Prince Atemu? Are you alright, High Prince?" the man questioned as he helped Yami to his feet. Bakura glanced sideways and immediately recognized the man with Yami. It was Mahaado, one of priests of the Pharaoh's council.
Turning his eyes back to the sword, they traveled slowly up the blade to the hilt. From there he followed the richly ornamented arm to the face of the person who was holding the sword. Bakura felt his happiness rapidly dissolve.
Yami, after pulling his face out of the snow and getting to his feet, flung his arms around Mahaado as a hug.
"Mahaado!" he exclaimed into the hug. The startled priest said nothing, but hugged back. Instead he glanced back at Set.
"What have you done with the High Prince, tomb robber?" Set seethed, his eyes as cold as the snow around them. "If you have hurt him in any way, shape or form, I will drive this sword through your throat."
"I haven't done anything except save his life after you brutally attacked him!" Bakura retorted. Set's eyes flashed dangerously with rage. He stepped from the chariot, pressing the sword a little harder into the thief's neck.
"You know full well that I didn't mean to. I didn't recognize him until he was soaring through the air. Up until about five hours ago, I thought he had died then and there. Isis recently informed me that I was wrong. Apparently you were still alive when we left the city. She was crying because there was so slim a chance of him surviving. So tell me, tomb robber, how did you bring him back to health in so short a time?" Set snarled, waiting for Bakura to answer.
"First of all, my name is Bakura, not tomb robber, okay? Second, why would I tell you? Besides, the place it was found was destroyed," he growled back, trying to release some of pressure on his neck by moving backwards.
"Set, we should leave now if we want to be back in Thebes before the sun sets," Mahaado interrupted, Yami standing behind him.
"You're right," he replied, removing the sword from Bakura's throat and sheathing it. He got to his feet, straightened his robes and headed back towards his chariot. Mahaado climbed into his.
"Come, Atemu. We have to get you back to Thebes, where we can protect you from outside scum like this," he spat, glaring at Bakura.
Yami was utterly stunned. He was supposed to leave with Set and Mahaado? He was supposed to go back to Thebes? Bakura was equally surprised.
"How are you going to protect him if Thebes is completely destroyed? Don't lie, I saw what it was like," Bakura questioned. Set smirked.
"We're not a lazy nation you know. We've been rebuilding for three day now, it's almost done," he chuckled. Bakura wasn't impressed, but let it pass.
'It's the best thing for Egypt's future. But I don't want him to leave.'
Dias: Sorry, I've haven't had much time to type, so this is the only chapter that's going up today.
Dark Dias: Oh ya, happy anniversary. The 17th is the day you signed up last year, right?
Dias: Yup. I've been here one full year people! Oh, and I am working on a one-shot right now, and I have plans to begin another fic during school hours. So after this one's done, I should have another to start posting. Ja ne, minna!
Dark Dias: ONCE AGAIN, LEAVE A FRIGGIN REVIEW! IT'LL HELP GET THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT FASTER!!!!!!!!!
Updates will be on Wednesdays and Saturdays from now on. Be sure to check back on those days! (Remember to allow time for them to load on ff.net)