Ariku: I HAVE THREE REVIEWS! I feel so special…
Miya: --' Great.
Ariku: -cracks knuckles in her ear- Heh.
Miya: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW NASTY THAT IS!
Ariku: TOO BAD!
Miya: -sigh-… Disclaimer: Ariku does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own Lucia, and any memories or remorse related to Messiah. Oh how I wish I could've pushed him…
Ariku: And may I just say… thank you for the reviews. Oh yes… slight yaoi in this chapter.
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Chapter 5: Imaginary
The sun was rising, and it's bright rays awoke Ryou. He frowned at the pounding headache rising. It felt like someone was banging on his temple with a sledge hammer. "Ugh…" he muttered before sitting up fully, rubbing his eyes. One eye opened, then the other, trying to focus on the surroundings. RYOU! his yami hissed through the mind link, making Ryou's temples throb, his eyes watering. Bakura? he replied, noticing where he had fallen asleep. 'Sidewalks aren't comfy' he thought, laughing to himself. Lucia was sprawled out a few feet away from him. How did she end up over there? He stood up and walked over, kneeling down beside her and shaking her awake gently. "Lucia?" She swatted at the air and groaned, "Just five more minutes…" "Lucia, wake up." Her eyes opened and adjusted to the light, meeting a pair of soft brown ones.
"Come on, Lucia, we're going to my home." A small nod from the girl and Ryou helped her up. They walked down the street, hand in hand, both lost in their own thoughts. Remembering last night. We're coming home, Bakura, Ryou spoke through the mind link. No reply. 'Oh well.'
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Bakura sighed in relief, it almost sounding like a snarl. 'So he's ok…' And so was the girl. 'Wonder what the fuck happened to them both last night.' He felt jealousy hit him as he imagined what might of happened between the two. 'No… Ra damnit, that didn't happen!' He loved his light, and that just… hurt.
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"Ryou. Your forehead." Lucia touched the red gash on his forehead tenderly, withdrawing when he winced. 'Well that explains the headache.' "I'll be ok," he said with a weak smile. "Whatever you say." She shrugged, taking his hand again. "And there's my house," he stated, pointing. They walked the rest of the way slowly. "I'm sorry about your brother, Lucia. I really am…-" "Don't be sorry." Ryou looked down at the sidewalk and let go of her hand as they stopped in front of his house. He didn't bother taking his key out, knowing Bakura wouldn't of locked it. He wasn't exactly concerned about anyone who would try to break in. Ryou pushed the door open and let her go in, stepping inside then closing the door. "Do you have any Ra damned clue how worried I was, aibou!?!" Bakura's words were like venom to Ryou. "I'm sorry, yami," he whispered, his head hung low. The tomb robber's gaze fell upon his hikari's gash. "What the hell happened to you?" He actually sounded like he cared, Lucia thought, but Ryou couldn't tell. His yami's words always stung like this.
"You seem like a bright guy, Bakura. Figure it out!" Lucia snapped, surprising the look alikes. "I might just 'figure out' that you did this to him, and I swear to Ra you pathetic mortal I'll-" He stopped as arms wrapped around his neck and a body pressed against his own. Ryou was embracing him… as if his very life depended on holding on. "Lucia didn't do anything to me. I just banged my head, that's all." Bakura hugged his hikari tight, "Alright, aibou." 'I'm glad I could stop him. Lucia's been through enough… she doesn't need any grief from my yami' Ryou thought. "Ryou? Do you think I could go take a nap?" "By all means, Lucia, go ahead." You're letting a stranger stay in our house? Bakura asked in exasperation through the mind link. She needs a place to stay. Besides, she's not a stranger, Ryou replied. Just after Lucia had took off up the stairs, Bakura asked, "Alright, you're keeping something from me. What is it?"
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Lucia found the room she had woken up in, walked into it, and gently shut the door behind her. Without a second thought, she lay down on the bed and took refuge in the satin sheets. "You promised you wouldn't be like Mom and Dad, Messiah. I loved and trusted you… and now you're dead because of me. DAMNIT MESSIAH, WHY!?!?" Her tears were flowing freely now, staining the pillow she was holding in a death grip. Instead of becoming easier to accept… it was becoming harder and harder. "What the fuck did I do to deserve this kind of torture, Messiah? WHAT DID I DO!?" she screamed. She wanting the whole world to hear and feel her anguish. Her pain.
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By now, Ryou was spilling everything, crying in Bakura's arms. "I can't do anything to make her feel better, Bakura! Her brother left her, and…-" He was silenced by a finger placing itself on his lips. "Shush, little one," Bakura whispered. He sighed on the inside, 'He's so weak and helpless like this…' Ryou was just overcoming the mental shock of his yami being so gentle. "There's nothing you can do. Just leave her alone for now," the tomb robber cooed. He really wanted his hikari to feel better. He raised a brow at Ryou. "He's asleep." 'If he's smart, he won't try and get involved with that girl and her problems.' The dark spirit picked up his hikari and lay him down on the couch, looking down at his sleeping figure. He then sat down in a chair, and retreated to the confines of the TV world by grabbing the remote and turning it on. He began flipping through the channels, not finding a single channel that looked like it could hold his interest for more than a minute. "No… no… Ra no… hell no… fuck no!" On the last statement, he decided the TV needed to be blown up for not having anything good on. "You'll pay." And with those words, he sent a wave of shadow magic at the object. The remains of the TV sizzled and sparked uselessly. Bakura got up, heading to the fridge for a drink. 'Well, all else has failed, I'll just get drunk.' It wasn't even noon yet.
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Meanwhile, Lucia was caught up in her own struggle. Why don't we check in on her dream and find out exactly what…
A smaller version of Lucia was laughing happily, glomping her older brother Messiah. "Big bwother come play with me!" she giggled happily, tugging on his arm now. She hadn't quite gotten used to saying "brother" correctly and it made him laugh. Her hands slipped and she fell backward onto her bum, wide violet eyes blinking in confusion. She looked up at her older brother and he smiled. He bent down and put both hands on his little sister's waist and hoisted her up. He carried her over to his bed and placed her on his lap, burying his face in her bright blue hair. "Lucia, little sister of mine…" "Hai, big bwother?" "Did I ever tell you about an angel I once knew?" His little sister gasped, "An angel?" "Yes, an angel." He smiled softly. "Please tell me big bwother!"
"Messiah…" the sleeping Lucia murmured, shifting restlessly under the covers.
"I'll tell you, just be patient." "'Kay." "Often times, when Daddy and Mommy were away, she'd talk to me. I remember… she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen." Messiah hugged his sister tight, "She kept me company, and in my dreams… she would promise that she'd take me away from this place one day." The young girl gasped and felt like she was going to cry, "You're not going to leave me, are you, big bwother?" He placed a gentle kiss on one of her temples, smiling still. "I'll promise you something, Lucia. I'll protect and love you as long as I'm able. I won't leave you, little sister. Nothing on this earth will ever take me away from you." "Good," she stated happily, and turned around on his lap. She threw her arms around his neck, "I love you, Messiah." "I love you too, my sweet little Lucia."
"Why?" she sobbed in her sleep. "Why?"
Then came a picture of Messiah falling… falling to his death. "Messiah!" Lucia cried out, seemingly bound by chains to a wall. She could only watch as he fell. "No! No, please! Don't leave me!" she yelled, a form appearing next to her. It was herself… as a five year old child. "Big bwother!" the little one screamed, shedding tears for her brother. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud. His life had ended. The chained Lucia closed her eyes as there was a bright flash of light, and a figure floated down towards the fallen. A girl with milky white skin and silver hair, brilliant blue eyes soft and caring. Beautiful. A pair of magnificent wings formed out of her back, one white, one black. She gathered Messiah's very soul into her arms and then looked straight at Lucia. Through her, so it seemed. The smaller girl ran up to the angel and looked up at her with an innocent face. "He's leaving me…" she cried. The angel looked down upon the girl and stroked her hair, "He'll never really leave you, child." Messiah's words echoed in her dream as the angel carried his soul away. "I'm sorry, my sweet little Lucia."
"I forgive you," she murmured.
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In the time Lucia had been dreaming, Bakura had somehow found his way to the couch, and Ryou had found his way into Bakura's arms. Go figure. Ryou woke up 3 hours later, before the tomb robber did, moving out of his arms very carefully so as not to wake him. Boy did he fuck that up. "Kuso," Bakura muttered before opening an eye to spy his hikari tiptoeing away. He smirked and got up as quietly as he could, noticing Ryou didn't know he was awake yet. Ryou turned around, only to be ambushed by his yami, and he found himself pinned on the couch within seconds. "Bakur-?" Lips were pressed upon his, a tongue forcing it's way into his mouth, thrusting hard and voraciously.
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Ariku: And that would be chapter 5.
Miya: No! NO!
Ariku: What the hell is your problem?
Miya: You ended the chapter too soon…
Ariku: Yup. -cracks knuckles in her ear again-
Miya: -shivers- Eww....