Chapter Eighteen: Apologizes
Bakura was lying on the small reed mat, his face buried in his arms. Yami opened the door and was bombarded by the sound of crying. He silently walked over to the thief and sat down on the mat beside him.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you Bakura. Can you forgive me for the way I treated you?" Yami whispered, laying a hand on the middle of Bakura's back. The sniffling decreased but didn't stop completely.
"I don't want to talk to you right now," Bakura snapped. "You've hurt me enough already. Leave me alone."
Yami shot to his feet and stumbled away with Bakura's sudden, harsh words. His back hit the wall and he sank to the ground. Tears swelled in his crimson eyes. His head dropped.
"Bakura please....." he muttered.
"No! Don't you get it? I don't want to have anything to do with you!" Bakura growled, whipping around to face the teary eyed king. Yami's breath caught.
The dam that was holding Yami's tears back broke and he ran from the room. He unconsciously followed the same path Taira had led him earlier. Flying into his room, his flung himself into the vast sea of pillows and blankets and allowed his tears to continue to flow.
The sun started to set when Taira returned with a fresh plate of food. Upon seeing Yami still crying into one of his pillows, she set the tray down and departed without a word.
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Bakura rolled over as the sound of Yami's slippered feet faded the small corridor. His door was closed, leaving him completely alone.
'Maybe I was a bit harsh. He was trying to apologize,' Bakura thought somberly. 'But by the way he acted, you wouldn't think he loved me. What's with that?'
Bakura rolled over again. He hated where he was, but he had to admit that it was better than being crammed in one room with all those other convicts.
They had mocked him continuously about being caught. He, Bakura, was considered the Thief King, able to steal anything with getting caught. All the other wannabe thieves had been caught in the act of simple robberies, with many mistakes. Bakura had been caught trying to defend the one he loved. But they didn't know that. All they knew was that he had been injured and arrested by the High Priest.
Their tormenting jeers had hit Bakura hard. He had endured it, but only just. In that way, he was overly glad to be separated from them.
Rolling over another time, the pale thief let an irritated sigh slip from his mouth. There was no way this mat was ever going to be comfortable.
Lifting himself off the bumpy mat, he tiptoed to the door. A quick glance both ways told Bakura that darkness had settled on the palace. The torches had been snuffed and there was no one in sight.
Bakura let himself out of the small room and hurried down the dark corridor. He went the direction Yami's echoing footsteps had gone earlier.
Once again using his memory, Bakura quickly found the narrow servants' door to Yami's bedchamber. Fortunately there was no guards to be seen anywhere. Bakura muttered a silent 'thank you' and dashed into the confined passage.
Yami's room was dark and quiet when Bakura pushed open the second door. The small form of the king was silhouetted against the moonlight flooding in from outside. He was face towards the flapping silk curtains that led to his balcony. Faint sniffling noises could be heard from his direction.
The pale haired thief slowed his pace and approached the bed as quiet as he could. He gently sat down on the opposite side of the bed from Yami. The sniffling stopped, but Yami remained facing the dark sky.
Bakura shifted his weight and laid himself down beside Yami. Still, the young Pharaoh did not move.
Pushing himself closer to the smaller teen, Bakura twisted his arms around Yami's slender hip and hugged him close. At this subtle movement, Yami flipped himself over. His tear filled eyes widened at the sudden sight of Bakura.
"You'll catch a cold if you sleep on top of the blankets," Bakura joked. Yami just continued to stare.
"I.....I though you didn't want anything to do with me," Yami choked, tears again rimming his bloodshot crimson eyes.
"Shhh.....Yami, please, don't cry. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I forgive you for yelling at me. Now can you forgive me for rejecting your apologizes the first time?" Bakura whispered into his ear.
Throwing his arms around Bakura tightly, Yami let the tears fall freely again.
"Of course I forgive you! I can't live without you," Yami responded, his voice again muffled by Bakura's clothing.
The thief held Yami's shaking form until he had calmed down to a sleep-like condition. At this point, Bakura reached over and grabbed the tray that Taira had set down earlier.
"Here, you should eat. I don't want you to die of starvation," Bakura stated, pulling a grape from the bunch that sat on Yami's gold plate. Yami moaned tiredly but accepted the grape as it was pressed to his lips. In the same way he ate the next four grapes before opening his eyes and grabbing his own grapes.
"Maybe you should have some too, Bakura," Yami whispered, popping a grape into his mouth.
"I'll only eat it if you feed them to me," Bakura teased. Yami smirked and placed a grape between his lips. Bakura leant over and placed his lips over Yami's, transferring the sweet piece of fruit from Yami's mouth to his own.
Yami offered Bakura a few more grapes before pressing his head against Bakura's chest and yawned. The thief moved the empty grape vine off to the side and wrapped his arms around Yami's body again.
"Stay here with me Bakura," Yami pleaded. Bakura sighed and kissed the small king's forehead.
"Yami, I can't stay here with you. If someone walks in and sees us, I'll be lucky just be sold as a slave to some foreign land, if I'm not executed immediately," Bakura stated in caution.
"No one will come in except Taira or Khin without my command. And they know about us. Please, I need someone to hold me," Yami confessed. When Bakura refused to give in, he dropped his eyes and started to sniffle again.
"I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, alright?" Bakura compromised, giving in to the soft persuasive noises Yami was making. Yami's sniffling stopped immediately and he nodded his head in agreement.
Yami shifted around in the bed after pulling his arms from around Bakura. He exhaled loudly and let his eyes fall shut. Bakura watched Yami's chest slowly rise and fall. His breaths were perfectly even and his body was fully relaxed. He was sleep. The thief watched Yami contently, completely oblivious to the fact that he too was being watched.
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Cao: Not much to say, Dark is sleeping right now, so I have no one to argue with. Oh well. I am a little down right now; the Flames lost to San Jose, tying the series at 2-2. But I'm sure the Flames can get back on top of things.
Next chapter will hopefully be up soon, but don't count on it being this week. I have two exams and I want to do well on them. Byez!