"When You See The Light"
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Sorry that I haven't updated this fic in months. I have been working on my other fic, "Love is Sweet Salvation". Please read that fic as well as it's prequel, "Love is a Battlefield". I hope that you enjoy this chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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Bakura turned his head, his right ear facing the doorway and his eyes staring blankly at the carpeting. He was listening. Listening to his father open the door and greet the visitor politely. He heard his father's words but the person that had come to the door spoke much too softly to be heard.
"Hello there!" His father had greeted, and the conversation went on as such, "How are you? Well that is splendid to hear!" A long pause and then, "Bakura? He is upstairs with that Marik boy."
At the mentioning of his name, Bakura grew more and more curious as to who had come. The creaking of the staircase told him that the mystery visitor would soon be revealed.
Tristan Taylor stepped into the doorway of Bakura's bedroom. Yami Bakura now had his arms folded angrily and Marik's face clearly showed that he was greatly annoyed by the brunette's presence. Tristan was, of course, totally oblivious to this and ran his fingers threw his one spike with the most casual of movements.
With more cat-like grace, Tristan pulled a small box from a bag he was carrying. With a smile, he handed it to the young albino, "For you."
Hesitantly taking the gift, Bakura unwrapped it slowly as though ripping the paper would ruin the present itself. As he opened the box, Marik and Yami Bakura came over to inspect what the young bishounen had been given.
Bakura retrieved from the box a small, ceramic figurine of 'The Change of Heart'. He gasped lightly and his brown eyes sparkled like a child's on Christmas. Placing the figuring on a knick-knack shelf, he ran back to Tristan and nearly leaped into his arms, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
Tristan took much pleasure in this and held the white-haired boy in a tight embrace, not ever wanting to let go.
Yami Bakura looked at his watch impatiently. After a few moments of the hug, the tomb robber became annoyed. He had grown disgusted of the closeness of the two and cleared his throat loudly. Taking notice of this, the two boys ended their hug, the displeasure of breaking the embrace evident on Tristan's face.
Bakura looked back at his new figurine and a distorted look swept over his elegant features, "Tristan? Why exactly did you get it for me?"
Tristan began to sweat and turned slightly red, "Um, well, you see, I was at the game shop and I saw the new Duel Monsters figurines they had just got in. The Change of Heart figurine caught my eye. It reminded me of when Yugi dueled your Millennium spirit during the Duelist Kingdom tournament. You had said that it was your favorite card."
Bakura blushed at how Tristan remembered it.
Tristan continued with his explanation, "I figured I would get it for ya, you're a pal of mine, after all!"
Satisfied with what he was told, Bakura gave Tristan another quick hug and smiled brightly. He turned back to Marik and Yami Bakura, who were glaring at the brunette.
Yami Bakura smirked viciously, "So, Tristan likes my little hikari as well."
Bakura was puzzled. He looked up to Tristan who didn't deny what the tomb robber had concluded. Instead, he simply blushed and lightly nodded.
This made the white-haired bishounen feel VERY uneasy. He shifted his soft gaze to the floor and dug the heel of his foot into the smooth carpet. He could feel the eyes of the three other boys burning into him. He wanted to be away from that room. He wanted to be able to breathe without the harsh eyes of the others melting into his soul.
Sensing the fear of Bakura, Marik smiled with an idea. How 'bout we go hang out with Yugi and the others! Will that make you feel better Bakura?
Yami Bakura shot the Egyptian a look that spelled 'death'. Marik shrugged and pointed at little Bakura with a nod of his head. The spirit sighed, allowing for Marik to wrap an arm around the hikari's shoulders and lead im downstairs to go to Yugi's place.
Tristan spun around in preparation to follow, but a stern hand gripped his shoulder roughly and jerked, sending Tristan Taylor sprawling to the floor. The Yami pulled on the brunette's coat, bringing their eyes only an inch apart.
"You listen here," Yami Bakura's words dripped with a thick poison, the tone of his voice at a threatening whisper, "You keep your filthy hands off of that boy. He is mine. Not yours, not Mariks. MINE!" With the last word, the tomb raider shoved Tristan down and stepped on his back with a great force as his exited the room.
Tristan lay there. An angry glare overcame his face as he glanced at the place in which that Yami once stood. He had made it clear that he loved Bakura, but Tristan was determined to have that elegant boy in HIS arms, "If he thinks he can make me give up just like that, he's got another thing coming! It's like Joey always says; you've got to reach for your dreams, no matter what people might say!"
With a feeling of invincibility, he marched out of Bakura Ryou's bedroom and down the stairs. He would have what he wanted soon enough..........of course, the same thought was on the minds of Marik and Yami Bakura as well........
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Yay! How was that? I hope you liked it! I'll update ASAP this time! RATE AND REVIEW!
P.S. The reason that I gave the parents different names is because I started this story months ago and I didn't know their real names at the time. I have also realized that Bakura has siblings and that he doesn't live with his parents. I also know that his name is actually 'Ryou Bakura'. BUT, for the purpose of this story, I am going by what is known through the American show. So please bear with me on this one!
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Sorry that I haven't updated this fic in months. I have been working on my other fic, "Love is Sweet Salvation". Please read that fic as well as it's prequel, "Love is a Battlefield". I hope that you enjoy this chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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Bakura turned his head, his right ear facing the doorway and his eyes staring blankly at the carpeting. He was listening. Listening to his father open the door and greet the visitor politely. He heard his father's words but the person that had come to the door spoke much too softly to be heard.
"Hello there!" His father had greeted, and the conversation went on as such, "How are you? Well that is splendid to hear!" A long pause and then, "Bakura? He is upstairs with that Marik boy."
At the mentioning of his name, Bakura grew more and more curious as to who had come. The creaking of the staircase told him that the mystery visitor would soon be revealed.
Tristan Taylor stepped into the doorway of Bakura's bedroom. Yami Bakura now had his arms folded angrily and Marik's face clearly showed that he was greatly annoyed by the brunette's presence. Tristan was, of course, totally oblivious to this and ran his fingers threw his one spike with the most casual of movements.
With more cat-like grace, Tristan pulled a small box from a bag he was carrying. With a smile, he handed it to the young albino, "For you."
Hesitantly taking the gift, Bakura unwrapped it slowly as though ripping the paper would ruin the present itself. As he opened the box, Marik and Yami Bakura came over to inspect what the young bishounen had been given.
Bakura retrieved from the box a small, ceramic figurine of 'The Change of Heart'. He gasped lightly and his brown eyes sparkled like a child's on Christmas. Placing the figuring on a knick-knack shelf, he ran back to Tristan and nearly leaped into his arms, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
Tristan took much pleasure in this and held the white-haired boy in a tight embrace, not ever wanting to let go.
Yami Bakura looked at his watch impatiently. After a few moments of the hug, the tomb robber became annoyed. He had grown disgusted of the closeness of the two and cleared his throat loudly. Taking notice of this, the two boys ended their hug, the displeasure of breaking the embrace evident on Tristan's face.
Bakura looked back at his new figurine and a distorted look swept over his elegant features, "Tristan? Why exactly did you get it for me?"
Tristan began to sweat and turned slightly red, "Um, well, you see, I was at the game shop and I saw the new Duel Monsters figurines they had just got in. The Change of Heart figurine caught my eye. It reminded me of when Yugi dueled your Millennium spirit during the Duelist Kingdom tournament. You had said that it was your favorite card."
Bakura blushed at how Tristan remembered it.
Tristan continued with his explanation, "I figured I would get it for ya, you're a pal of mine, after all!"
Satisfied with what he was told, Bakura gave Tristan another quick hug and smiled brightly. He turned back to Marik and Yami Bakura, who were glaring at the brunette.
Yami Bakura smirked viciously, "So, Tristan likes my little hikari as well."
Bakura was puzzled. He looked up to Tristan who didn't deny what the tomb robber had concluded. Instead, he simply blushed and lightly nodded.
This made the white-haired bishounen feel VERY uneasy. He shifted his soft gaze to the floor and dug the heel of his foot into the smooth carpet. He could feel the eyes of the three other boys burning into him. He wanted to be away from that room. He wanted to be able to breathe without the harsh eyes of the others melting into his soul.
Sensing the fear of Bakura, Marik smiled with an idea. How 'bout we go hang out with Yugi and the others! Will that make you feel better Bakura?
Yami Bakura shot the Egyptian a look that spelled 'death'. Marik shrugged and pointed at little Bakura with a nod of his head. The spirit sighed, allowing for Marik to wrap an arm around the hikari's shoulders and lead im downstairs to go to Yugi's place.
Tristan spun around in preparation to follow, but a stern hand gripped his shoulder roughly and jerked, sending Tristan Taylor sprawling to the floor. The Yami pulled on the brunette's coat, bringing their eyes only an inch apart.
"You listen here," Yami Bakura's words dripped with a thick poison, the tone of his voice at a threatening whisper, "You keep your filthy hands off of that boy. He is mine. Not yours, not Mariks. MINE!" With the last word, the tomb raider shoved Tristan down and stepped on his back with a great force as his exited the room.
Tristan lay there. An angry glare overcame his face as he glanced at the place in which that Yami once stood. He had made it clear that he loved Bakura, but Tristan was determined to have that elegant boy in HIS arms, "If he thinks he can make me give up just like that, he's got another thing coming! It's like Joey always says; you've got to reach for your dreams, no matter what people might say!"
With a feeling of invincibility, he marched out of Bakura Ryou's bedroom and down the stairs. He would have what he wanted soon enough..........of course, the same thought was on the minds of Marik and Yami Bakura as well........
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Yay! How was that? I hope you liked it! I'll update ASAP this time! RATE AND REVIEW!
P.S. The reason that I gave the parents different names is because I started this story months ago and I didn't know their real names at the time. I have also realized that Bakura has siblings and that he doesn't live with his parents. I also know that his name is actually 'Ryou Bakura'. BUT, for the purpose of this story, I am going by what is known through the American show. So please bear with me on this one!