---Sorry it took so long to update... I was out with my dad... he's a truck
driver...
Well anyways, if I hadn't of gone then I would have already had this story finished... well maybe not, I probably still wouldn't have to last chapter finished. (sigh) I can't write this anymore... but I must finish! I must! I must! I must!
Well fair warning, I tried writing a Tarot reading in this chapter... cause I was stuck and I didn't know what I wanted to do (this thing is hell to write when you have no references cause your friend isn't around)... yeah well DreamingChild did something like this in one of her stories... I donno which one, I can't remember...
Hehehe... her bio page says "take me you the forking stories"---
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Twisted Chain
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(Chapter Thirteen: Reading)
The morning sunlight streamed though the blinds in the window and over Laria, who was currently curled up contently in bed. She rolled over covering her eyes with her arm.
"Come on Lar-chan its time to get up"
Laria mumbled into the pillow and didn't move. Malik chuckled and grabbed the blanket covering her and started to pull it off the bed. Laria gripped it tightly not letting him take her sleep time away willingly.
"No" She said pulling the blanket back over her.
"Up up" Malik said pulling the blanket harder, off the bed. Laria curled up into a ball as the cool morning air hit her. She opened her eyes and saw that her two lovers were already up. Malik was the only one in the room. She took a quick glance at her watch, it was only quarter to ten.
"No" She covered her head with the pillow. "Its not time to get up yet"
"Yes it is"
"Not for me" Laria said "Its my day to sleep in"
"Nope" Malik grabbed Laria's leg and started pulling her from the bed "Get up"
"Ah! No!" Laria latched onto the bed post. Malik let her go.
"Fine..." Malik said "I'll just go get Marik"
Laria didn't say anything and curled back into her ball closing her eyes. As soon as Malik left the room she got up and got the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around her again. She laid down once more and closed her eyes.
"Lar-chan" Marik said entering the room.
"I'm sleeping"
"I know that" Marik said "get up"
"I don't wanna" Laria whined.
"If you don't get up I'll get my Rod and make you kiss Bakura"
Laria instantly sat up.
"You wouldn't!"
Marik chuckled and left the room. Laria jumped up and followed him, she caught up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Just outside Bakura's room.
"Your mean" Laria stated.
"Wouldn't love me if I wasn't" Marik grinned.
"No, making me kiss that Thing, that goes beyond mean" Laria laughed. "That's cruel and unusual"
Inside Bakura's room the spirit lay on his bed glaring at his door. Imagining that it, and the two out side the door, would spontaneously combust in a ball of flames. He sighed and returned his gaze to his black ceiling. Everything in his room was black, just like his Soul Room.
Bakura sat up looking around the room. It wasn't much, but at least there was something to it, unlike his Soul Room. Both rooms were dark and cold, but the only thing in his Soul Room was emptiness and bad memories. He stood up and started pacing around the room.
He'd been laying on his bed ever since he had left his hikaris room the night before. So many things had happened in the past days, he wasn't really sure what was going on, or what any of it meant. He stopped and placed his hand on the chair that stood by his desk. He looked at the top of the desk. Perhaps...
He sat down in the chair and opened the drawer. He took his Tarot deck and a cigarette lighter. He used the lighter to light the black candle that sat on the desk, then put it back and closed the drawer. He closed his eyes, holding the cards in his hand. He cleared his mind the best he could before shuffling the cards.
He tried to focus his mind on one thing to ask the cards... but there were just so many different things it was hard to pick just one. He finally just settled on the simple question of, what's going on around here? He shuffled the cards until they felt right then placed the deck in front of him on the desk. He took a deep breath and with his left hand he cut the deck into three piles and returned it back to one pile.
He closed his eyes and focused all his thoughts on his question as he started to lay out the cards on the desk in front of him.
Out in the living room, Laria sat down on the couch next to Ryou. Malik was lounging in the chair flipping though channels. There was nothing on wroth watching, then again there was never anything worth watching on Sunday morning. Marik walked over and sat down in Malik's lap.
Malik pushed his Yami off his lap onto the floor and continued flipping though channels. Marik glared up at him, Malik stuck his tongue out at him. Laria chuckled at the two blonds, turning her attention to Ryou. He just sat there staring blankly at the TV.
"Tenshi?" She asked, Ryou didn't move "Are you ok?"
Ryou sat there for a second then turned to her.
"Yeah" He said quietly. Laria frowned and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Aishiteru" She said laying her head on his shoulder.
"I know Lar-chan" Ryou returned his gaze to the TV.
In Bakura's room the spirit laid the deck of cards a side. He looked down at the ten cards laying in front of him. He was already getting a feeling from the cards and he hadn't even flipped any of them over yet.
He had the cards set up in the Celtic Cross. It was a very simple spread and easy to use. Six cards were laid out in a cross with four other cards in a vertical line next to it.
Bakura took a deep breath and flipped over the two cards in the middle of the cross; Ace of Swords crossed with the Hanged Man. The Ace of Swords was the Cover; forces influencing or surrounding the person asking the question. Unleashing of great mental energy... Set your mind on accomplishing your goals...
"That means I must be close to my goal..." Bakura said out loud, then thought for a moment "What really is my goal...?"
The Ace of Swords also meant righting a wrong... Being honest... He'll need to use his mind to figure this out, but he also needs to see the truth, find what he truly wants... right all his wrongs. Subsequently there was the Hanged Man.
Sacrifice, waiting... ending the struggle. He knew exactly what that meant. Ending the struggle between him and his hikari. The Hanged Man also meant breaking from the past.
Bakura flipped over the bottom card of the cross; The Foundation, Things that existed in the past that have become part of the present and are the reason for the question being asked. It was the Four of Swords... Taking time to think... examining your motives...
"That's basically what I've been doing." Bakura said to himself. Ever since he left Ryou's room he's been thinking about what had happened... what it means.
Bakura flipped over the card on the left of the cross; What has passed. Ten of Pentacles, Achieved most of what you want, but don't know if its enough and should seek more, or if its as satisfying as you hoped it would be.
"It is true... I've done most of what I've wanted..." Bakura glanced to the Ace of Swords and Four of Swords "Whatever that was..."
He gazed at the Ten of Pentacles.
"Is that what I wanted... or was it something else..."
He flipped over the card at the top of the cross; What may come to pass, Some event that might take place in the future, perhaps influencing the outcome of the question. The Four of Cups, Reversed, Ready to resume relationships.
"Yani and Marik..." Bakura said quietly, was he ready to get back with his lovers... "How would that change things?"
It was simple, they would never take him back unless he changed his ways with Ryou... He looked back at the Hanged Man, another meaning of that was changing your mind. For some reason we wasn't like where all this was going, he tried to forget the ominous feeling he was getting as he flipped over the last card in the cross; What he must face.
Nine of Cups, Reversed, What first seemed like happiness leaves you feeling empty and unfilled. Spending too much time enjoying the sensual pleasures and the expense of spiritual growth and devolvement. Living life in the shadow of false values.
"So all I have done was for nothing..." Bakura sighed, not wanted to believe it... but so far the cards had been right about everything. "Everything I knew was fake. I have been hurting The Boy for my own pleasure, my goal had nothing to do with the light at all. All I did was for his own selfish reasons."
Bakura growled at the cards. There were only four left un turned. He took another deep breath and apprehensively flipped the card at the bottom of the four cards by the cross; What you feel, The emotions, including fears and uneasiness the seeker has about himself or the question.
Three of Wands, Reversed, Achievements may not last long. Control is slipping away. Bakura sat and stared at the card, remembering the night before. Perhaps he has gone to far... Ryou asked this time, but what if next time he doesn't. What if he succeeds to... they would both lose everything.
Bakura finally tore himself away and flipped over the card above the Three of Wands; What others think, the opinions of others about the seeker and the situation being examined. The Queen of Wands, Reversed, Under the influence of someone who is narrow minded and self centered.
"Probably not under the influence..." Bakura scoffed, "They probably think I'm narrow minded and self centered."
He flipped over the card above that; What you want, What the seeker hopes will come to pass, his heart jumped. It was the Death card. He caught a glimpse of it as he flipped it. He held it in his hands, it was reversed. He placed it back on the desk, calming himself. He knew the card didn't mean death, not matter which way it was facing... most times...
The Death card Reversed meant fear of change, and in the position it was in, in the layout... The cards had been saying all this stuff about changing... But the only thing Bakura wanted was to not change. He liked things the way they were and he didn't want to lose that. He glared at the cards.
"That's all they are" Bakura tried to convince himself, deep down knowing there was much more to them "Stupid cards"
There was one card left un flipped; the Resolution, where the events were leading. Bakura gathered up all the cards with out even bothering to look at what the last card was. It wasn't very often he stopped in the middle of the reading, especially with one card left... but he couldn't do it... he couldn't flip that last card.
"I don't need to know what it is, there just stupid cards anyway" Bakura told himself again slumping down on his bed. "and no card is going to control me, or my future."
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---woot! Long chapter (hugs it) I love you long chapter.
I just realized that I had more reviews last time this was posted... well not that many more... oh well I wasn't expecting to get any reviews out side of Mikari... and she's already read this story like... tons of times.
Oh yeah, Mikari, Barefoot Children in the Rain is a Jimmy Buffet song... I'm not killing Ryou... wait! Where's MY cookie... I do all this work writing this thing and Ryou doesn't do anything... life just ain't fair
(waves fork at those who read and don't review) Fork you!---
Well anyways, if I hadn't of gone then I would have already had this story finished... well maybe not, I probably still wouldn't have to last chapter finished. (sigh) I can't write this anymore... but I must finish! I must! I must! I must!
Well fair warning, I tried writing a Tarot reading in this chapter... cause I was stuck and I didn't know what I wanted to do (this thing is hell to write when you have no references cause your friend isn't around)... yeah well DreamingChild did something like this in one of her stories... I donno which one, I can't remember...
Hehehe... her bio page says "take me you the forking stories"---
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Twisted Chain
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(Chapter Thirteen: Reading)
The morning sunlight streamed though the blinds in the window and over Laria, who was currently curled up contently in bed. She rolled over covering her eyes with her arm.
"Come on Lar-chan its time to get up"
Laria mumbled into the pillow and didn't move. Malik chuckled and grabbed the blanket covering her and started to pull it off the bed. Laria gripped it tightly not letting him take her sleep time away willingly.
"No" She said pulling the blanket back over her.
"Up up" Malik said pulling the blanket harder, off the bed. Laria curled up into a ball as the cool morning air hit her. She opened her eyes and saw that her two lovers were already up. Malik was the only one in the room. She took a quick glance at her watch, it was only quarter to ten.
"No" She covered her head with the pillow. "Its not time to get up yet"
"Yes it is"
"Not for me" Laria said "Its my day to sleep in"
"Nope" Malik grabbed Laria's leg and started pulling her from the bed "Get up"
"Ah! No!" Laria latched onto the bed post. Malik let her go.
"Fine..." Malik said "I'll just go get Marik"
Laria didn't say anything and curled back into her ball closing her eyes. As soon as Malik left the room she got up and got the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around her again. She laid down once more and closed her eyes.
"Lar-chan" Marik said entering the room.
"I'm sleeping"
"I know that" Marik said "get up"
"I don't wanna" Laria whined.
"If you don't get up I'll get my Rod and make you kiss Bakura"
Laria instantly sat up.
"You wouldn't!"
Marik chuckled and left the room. Laria jumped up and followed him, she caught up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Just outside Bakura's room.
"Your mean" Laria stated.
"Wouldn't love me if I wasn't" Marik grinned.
"No, making me kiss that Thing, that goes beyond mean" Laria laughed. "That's cruel and unusual"
Inside Bakura's room the spirit lay on his bed glaring at his door. Imagining that it, and the two out side the door, would spontaneously combust in a ball of flames. He sighed and returned his gaze to his black ceiling. Everything in his room was black, just like his Soul Room.
Bakura sat up looking around the room. It wasn't much, but at least there was something to it, unlike his Soul Room. Both rooms were dark and cold, but the only thing in his Soul Room was emptiness and bad memories. He stood up and started pacing around the room.
He'd been laying on his bed ever since he had left his hikaris room the night before. So many things had happened in the past days, he wasn't really sure what was going on, or what any of it meant. He stopped and placed his hand on the chair that stood by his desk. He looked at the top of the desk. Perhaps...
He sat down in the chair and opened the drawer. He took his Tarot deck and a cigarette lighter. He used the lighter to light the black candle that sat on the desk, then put it back and closed the drawer. He closed his eyes, holding the cards in his hand. He cleared his mind the best he could before shuffling the cards.
He tried to focus his mind on one thing to ask the cards... but there were just so many different things it was hard to pick just one. He finally just settled on the simple question of, what's going on around here? He shuffled the cards until they felt right then placed the deck in front of him on the desk. He took a deep breath and with his left hand he cut the deck into three piles and returned it back to one pile.
He closed his eyes and focused all his thoughts on his question as he started to lay out the cards on the desk in front of him.
Out in the living room, Laria sat down on the couch next to Ryou. Malik was lounging in the chair flipping though channels. There was nothing on wroth watching, then again there was never anything worth watching on Sunday morning. Marik walked over and sat down in Malik's lap.
Malik pushed his Yami off his lap onto the floor and continued flipping though channels. Marik glared up at him, Malik stuck his tongue out at him. Laria chuckled at the two blonds, turning her attention to Ryou. He just sat there staring blankly at the TV.
"Tenshi?" She asked, Ryou didn't move "Are you ok?"
Ryou sat there for a second then turned to her.
"Yeah" He said quietly. Laria frowned and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Aishiteru" She said laying her head on his shoulder.
"I know Lar-chan" Ryou returned his gaze to the TV.
In Bakura's room the spirit laid the deck of cards a side. He looked down at the ten cards laying in front of him. He was already getting a feeling from the cards and he hadn't even flipped any of them over yet.
He had the cards set up in the Celtic Cross. It was a very simple spread and easy to use. Six cards were laid out in a cross with four other cards in a vertical line next to it.
Bakura took a deep breath and flipped over the two cards in the middle of the cross; Ace of Swords crossed with the Hanged Man. The Ace of Swords was the Cover; forces influencing or surrounding the person asking the question. Unleashing of great mental energy... Set your mind on accomplishing your goals...
"That means I must be close to my goal..." Bakura said out loud, then thought for a moment "What really is my goal...?"
The Ace of Swords also meant righting a wrong... Being honest... He'll need to use his mind to figure this out, but he also needs to see the truth, find what he truly wants... right all his wrongs. Subsequently there was the Hanged Man.
Sacrifice, waiting... ending the struggle. He knew exactly what that meant. Ending the struggle between him and his hikari. The Hanged Man also meant breaking from the past.
Bakura flipped over the bottom card of the cross; The Foundation, Things that existed in the past that have become part of the present and are the reason for the question being asked. It was the Four of Swords... Taking time to think... examining your motives...
"That's basically what I've been doing." Bakura said to himself. Ever since he left Ryou's room he's been thinking about what had happened... what it means.
Bakura flipped over the card on the left of the cross; What has passed. Ten of Pentacles, Achieved most of what you want, but don't know if its enough and should seek more, or if its as satisfying as you hoped it would be.
"It is true... I've done most of what I've wanted..." Bakura glanced to the Ace of Swords and Four of Swords "Whatever that was..."
He gazed at the Ten of Pentacles.
"Is that what I wanted... or was it something else..."
He flipped over the card at the top of the cross; What may come to pass, Some event that might take place in the future, perhaps influencing the outcome of the question. The Four of Cups, Reversed, Ready to resume relationships.
"Yani and Marik..." Bakura said quietly, was he ready to get back with his lovers... "How would that change things?"
It was simple, they would never take him back unless he changed his ways with Ryou... He looked back at the Hanged Man, another meaning of that was changing your mind. For some reason we wasn't like where all this was going, he tried to forget the ominous feeling he was getting as he flipped over the last card in the cross; What he must face.
Nine of Cups, Reversed, What first seemed like happiness leaves you feeling empty and unfilled. Spending too much time enjoying the sensual pleasures and the expense of spiritual growth and devolvement. Living life in the shadow of false values.
"So all I have done was for nothing..." Bakura sighed, not wanted to believe it... but so far the cards had been right about everything. "Everything I knew was fake. I have been hurting The Boy for my own pleasure, my goal had nothing to do with the light at all. All I did was for his own selfish reasons."
Bakura growled at the cards. There were only four left un turned. He took another deep breath and apprehensively flipped the card at the bottom of the four cards by the cross; What you feel, The emotions, including fears and uneasiness the seeker has about himself or the question.
Three of Wands, Reversed, Achievements may not last long. Control is slipping away. Bakura sat and stared at the card, remembering the night before. Perhaps he has gone to far... Ryou asked this time, but what if next time he doesn't. What if he succeeds to... they would both lose everything.
Bakura finally tore himself away and flipped over the card above the Three of Wands; What others think, the opinions of others about the seeker and the situation being examined. The Queen of Wands, Reversed, Under the influence of someone who is narrow minded and self centered.
"Probably not under the influence..." Bakura scoffed, "They probably think I'm narrow minded and self centered."
He flipped over the card above that; What you want, What the seeker hopes will come to pass, his heart jumped. It was the Death card. He caught a glimpse of it as he flipped it. He held it in his hands, it was reversed. He placed it back on the desk, calming himself. He knew the card didn't mean death, not matter which way it was facing... most times...
The Death card Reversed meant fear of change, and in the position it was in, in the layout... The cards had been saying all this stuff about changing... But the only thing Bakura wanted was to not change. He liked things the way they were and he didn't want to lose that. He glared at the cards.
"That's all they are" Bakura tried to convince himself, deep down knowing there was much more to them "Stupid cards"
There was one card left un flipped; the Resolution, where the events were leading. Bakura gathered up all the cards with out even bothering to look at what the last card was. It wasn't very often he stopped in the middle of the reading, especially with one card left... but he couldn't do it... he couldn't flip that last card.
"I don't need to know what it is, there just stupid cards anyway" Bakura told himself again slumping down on his bed. "and no card is going to control me, or my future."
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---woot! Long chapter (hugs it) I love you long chapter.
I just realized that I had more reviews last time this was posted... well not that many more... oh well I wasn't expecting to get any reviews out side of Mikari... and she's already read this story like... tons of times.
Oh yeah, Mikari, Barefoot Children in the Rain is a Jimmy Buffet song... I'm not killing Ryou... wait! Where's MY cookie... I do all this work writing this thing and Ryou doesn't do anything... life just ain't fair
(waves fork at those who read and don't review) Fork you!---