"When You See the Light"
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Sorry that I took so long to update! I've been having problems with my new computer:( Anyways, I'm glad that at least SOME people like my story. It may not be very good at the moment, but I promise that it will get better (like my story, "Love is a Battlefield" did). The story doesn't appear to have a real plot at the moment, but that is to raise the affect of mystery and misunderstanding. I WANT you to get confused. I WANT you to not understand. Just continue reading. As the chapters go on, the plot will become more clear. (for a better idea of what kind of stories I write, you may want to take a look at the other two that I have written.)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of it's characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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As the sun peeked over the horizon to signal dawn, Yami Bakura rose from the Ring. Bakura was, once again, cuddled up in bed. Yami Bakura smiled, "So beautiful, so delicate..." He got a wicked grin, "So submissive."
Bakura woke up to find himself face-to-face with his insane Yami. Bakura smiled nervously, "H-hello Yami...I see you're doing well." Yami Bakura laughed, "I don't want a greeting, you pathetic little albino, I want a little more..." As Yami Bakura began to move closer to his frightened hikari, there was a knock on the door. "Who's there?!" Yami Bakura yelled angrily. A guys voice came from the other side, "Marik."
Bakura quickly jumped out of bed and opened the door. Marik raised an eyebrow when he saw that the Englishman was only wearing boxers. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked. Bakura blushed and got out an outfit to put on, "No! Not at all!"
Before Bakura could even begin getting dressed, Yami Bakura stopped him. "You know," the Yami began, "You need to change your underwear." The cute hikari looked down at himself, "Well, I guess that I probably should...not in front of you two though!" Marik frowned, "You can change in front of us! We're guys too!"
Bakura shrugged and took the boxers off. Yami Bakura was now griping and biting the bed in an attempt to control himself...Marik had gazed at the white-haired bishounen and fainted. Once Bakura had finished changing and getting fully dressed, Marik was now somewhat conscious and Yami Bakura was staring blankly at his hikari.
"I know!" Bakura held up a finger as he voiced his idea, "I'll go downstairs and fetch us some breakfast!" Without waiting for agreement from the other two, Bakura dashed out of his room.
Yami Bakura shut the door and faced Marik, "You listen to me! I NEVER want you to see Bakura like that again!" Marik stood up to face the ancient spirit, "I WILL be seeing him like that again, only next time, he won't be putting anything back on!" As Marik laughed, Yami Bakura grabbed him by the throat and pushed him up against the wall. Marik immediately stopped laughing for fear of losing his life.
Bakura had made his way to the kitchen downstairs. Both parents were eating their breakfast and carrying on in a conversation. Mr. Ryou, who had just noticed his son come in, could see the flustered look on his son's face and decided to ask a few questions. "Bakura," Mr. Ryou's voice made Bakura jump slightly. Bakura turned to face his father. Once Mr. Ryou was sure that he had Bakura's attention, he continued, "That Marik boy isn't causing you trouble is he?" Bakura flashed a fake smile, "Not really...why?" Mr. Ryou laughed slightly, "Well, it's just that he looks like a queer." Bakura's father went back to eating his morning meal. Bakura turned back toward the food and filled plates for himself and the two men in his room. 'Even if Marik WAS gay,' he thought, 'He wouldn't do anything to me. We're good friends and nothing more...he know's that.'
Something in Bakura's gut told him that something horrid was happening upstairs. The gentle hikari ran upstairs as fast as his fragile legs could carry him.
It looked as though Yami Bakura were about to strangle the life out of the Egyptian. He would have if Bakura hadn't entered the room. Once the wide- eyed bishounen came in, the tomb robber ceased to keep his tight grip on the blonde. Yami Bakura didn't stop because he didn't want to be fussed at. No, the thought of upsetting his dear Bakura had stopped him from throttling Marik.
Bakura silently set the food down on his bed and fled from the room in a hurry. From the teary look in the tenshi's eyes, Yami Bakura knew that he had made him upset anyway.
Marik glared at the Yami and headed out of the bedroom to assist the crying boy. Yami Bakura slumped into a chair. "Why does Bakura have to be so soft? So oblivious? Can't he see that Marik wants him?" He slammed his fist on the cold desk in front of him. Little did he know that Marik had led the crying hikari back into his bedroom. Yami Bakura continued to question the situation, "Is Bakura blind? Why can't he see that even though I fuss and yell at him, I really care for him...love him even..."
Bakura wiped away his own tears and made his way over to the puzzled Yami, "Yami?" The tomb raider was snapped back into reality at the sound of the young albino's voice. Yami Bakura spun around to face his light, "Yes?" Bakura blushed and looked at the floor, his hands behind his back like a nervous childs, "Do you...do you really love me like you say you do?" With those words, Bakura glanced up at his Yami.
Yami Bakura rose from the chair and strode over to the silver-haired bishounen. The tomb raider put his hands on the young hikari's shoulders and looked into his big, adorable eyes, "Bakura..." The thief had a lush sincerity in his voice, "When I say I love you...I mean it." Bakura hugged his Yami and sobbed into his chest.
Yami Bakura mentally slapped himself. What could he have been thinking?! He was being sensitive to the pathetic child. Much to Bakura's bewilderment, the Yami shoved him away and sneered, "You actually believed me?! Gods Bakura! How dense can a person be?!"
Bakura shuddered. Should he run away again? Should he cry harder? His questioning thoughts were interrupted by the tone of the doorbell. Bakura tilted his head and thought, ~Who on Earth could that be?~
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Okay, I'll admit it. This isn't one of my best stories. I'm not very good at guy/guy relations. I'm hoping to start revealing the plot in the next chapter instead of holding off until the very end like I did with "Love is a Battlefield" and "Horror of the Haunted". I would suggest either one of those to Seto Kaiba fans like myself:) Anyways, please rate and review. Flames will be used as gifts for Yami Bakura!
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Sorry that I took so long to update! I've been having problems with my new computer:( Anyways, I'm glad that at least SOME people like my story. It may not be very good at the moment, but I promise that it will get better (like my story, "Love is a Battlefield" did). The story doesn't appear to have a real plot at the moment, but that is to raise the affect of mystery and misunderstanding. I WANT you to get confused. I WANT you to not understand. Just continue reading. As the chapters go on, the plot will become more clear. (for a better idea of what kind of stories I write, you may want to take a look at the other two that I have written.)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of it's characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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As the sun peeked over the horizon to signal dawn, Yami Bakura rose from the Ring. Bakura was, once again, cuddled up in bed. Yami Bakura smiled, "So beautiful, so delicate..." He got a wicked grin, "So submissive."
Bakura woke up to find himself face-to-face with his insane Yami. Bakura smiled nervously, "H-hello Yami...I see you're doing well." Yami Bakura laughed, "I don't want a greeting, you pathetic little albino, I want a little more..." As Yami Bakura began to move closer to his frightened hikari, there was a knock on the door. "Who's there?!" Yami Bakura yelled angrily. A guys voice came from the other side, "Marik."
Bakura quickly jumped out of bed and opened the door. Marik raised an eyebrow when he saw that the Englishman was only wearing boxers. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked. Bakura blushed and got out an outfit to put on, "No! Not at all!"
Before Bakura could even begin getting dressed, Yami Bakura stopped him. "You know," the Yami began, "You need to change your underwear." The cute hikari looked down at himself, "Well, I guess that I probably should...not in front of you two though!" Marik frowned, "You can change in front of us! We're guys too!"
Bakura shrugged and took the boxers off. Yami Bakura was now griping and biting the bed in an attempt to control himself...Marik had gazed at the white-haired bishounen and fainted. Once Bakura had finished changing and getting fully dressed, Marik was now somewhat conscious and Yami Bakura was staring blankly at his hikari.
"I know!" Bakura held up a finger as he voiced his idea, "I'll go downstairs and fetch us some breakfast!" Without waiting for agreement from the other two, Bakura dashed out of his room.
Yami Bakura shut the door and faced Marik, "You listen to me! I NEVER want you to see Bakura like that again!" Marik stood up to face the ancient spirit, "I WILL be seeing him like that again, only next time, he won't be putting anything back on!" As Marik laughed, Yami Bakura grabbed him by the throat and pushed him up against the wall. Marik immediately stopped laughing for fear of losing his life.
Bakura had made his way to the kitchen downstairs. Both parents were eating their breakfast and carrying on in a conversation. Mr. Ryou, who had just noticed his son come in, could see the flustered look on his son's face and decided to ask a few questions. "Bakura," Mr. Ryou's voice made Bakura jump slightly. Bakura turned to face his father. Once Mr. Ryou was sure that he had Bakura's attention, he continued, "That Marik boy isn't causing you trouble is he?" Bakura flashed a fake smile, "Not really...why?" Mr. Ryou laughed slightly, "Well, it's just that he looks like a queer." Bakura's father went back to eating his morning meal. Bakura turned back toward the food and filled plates for himself and the two men in his room. 'Even if Marik WAS gay,' he thought, 'He wouldn't do anything to me. We're good friends and nothing more...he know's that.'
Something in Bakura's gut told him that something horrid was happening upstairs. The gentle hikari ran upstairs as fast as his fragile legs could carry him.
It looked as though Yami Bakura were about to strangle the life out of the Egyptian. He would have if Bakura hadn't entered the room. Once the wide- eyed bishounen came in, the tomb robber ceased to keep his tight grip on the blonde. Yami Bakura didn't stop because he didn't want to be fussed at. No, the thought of upsetting his dear Bakura had stopped him from throttling Marik.
Bakura silently set the food down on his bed and fled from the room in a hurry. From the teary look in the tenshi's eyes, Yami Bakura knew that he had made him upset anyway.
Marik glared at the Yami and headed out of the bedroom to assist the crying boy. Yami Bakura slumped into a chair. "Why does Bakura have to be so soft? So oblivious? Can't he see that Marik wants him?" He slammed his fist on the cold desk in front of him. Little did he know that Marik had led the crying hikari back into his bedroom. Yami Bakura continued to question the situation, "Is Bakura blind? Why can't he see that even though I fuss and yell at him, I really care for him...love him even..."
Bakura wiped away his own tears and made his way over to the puzzled Yami, "Yami?" The tomb raider was snapped back into reality at the sound of the young albino's voice. Yami Bakura spun around to face his light, "Yes?" Bakura blushed and looked at the floor, his hands behind his back like a nervous childs, "Do you...do you really love me like you say you do?" With those words, Bakura glanced up at his Yami.
Yami Bakura rose from the chair and strode over to the silver-haired bishounen. The tomb raider put his hands on the young hikari's shoulders and looked into his big, adorable eyes, "Bakura..." The thief had a lush sincerity in his voice, "When I say I love you...I mean it." Bakura hugged his Yami and sobbed into his chest.
Yami Bakura mentally slapped himself. What could he have been thinking?! He was being sensitive to the pathetic child. Much to Bakura's bewilderment, the Yami shoved him away and sneered, "You actually believed me?! Gods Bakura! How dense can a person be?!"
Bakura shuddered. Should he run away again? Should he cry harder? His questioning thoughts were interrupted by the tone of the doorbell. Bakura tilted his head and thought, ~Who on Earth could that be?~
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Okay, I'll admit it. This isn't one of my best stories. I'm not very good at guy/guy relations. I'm hoping to start revealing the plot in the next chapter instead of holding off until the very end like I did with "Love is a Battlefield" and "Horror of the Haunted". I would suggest either one of those to Seto Kaiba fans like myself:) Anyways, please rate and review. Flames will be used as gifts for Yami Bakura!