"When You See The Light"
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I haven't updated this in AGES! I had been doing other things instead of actually working on my fanfiction, but I am going to change that! I just recently finished my story "Love is Sweet Salvation" which mean that now I only have this story and "Ankh Of Despair" to work on! Be prepared for quicker updates! Now on with chapter four!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of it's characters. I own the plot of this story.
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Yugi and the others were all seated in a circle. Yugi's bedroom was filled with Duel Monsters figurines, posters, games, cards, anything that you could possibly imagine for that game. There were even a few posters from the tournaments; Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix. . . all of which Yugi, actually Yami, had dominated.
In their circle, they all sat Indian-style with their hands in their laps making jokes or talking about the weeks happenings. Joey's voice blared above all of the others, being the loud person that he was, "Hey you guys? Where's Tristan at? We called 'im like thirty minutes ago!" He stretched, placing his arms behind his head once he was through.
Yugi only smiled his trademark smile, "When I called him, he told me that he had to go somewhere before he came. Said he had to deliver something to someone." With that he shrugged and his face looked puzzled as he wondered about the vague answer Tristan had given him.
A soft knock and then the opening of the door caught their attention. One small foot stepped in, followed by that body; and that body belonged to Bakura Ryou. After the young boy stepped in, smiled, and waved, another boy stepped in. A familiar Egyptian with blonde hair. . . Marik Ishtar. He too, was then followed in by an all-too-hated spirit, Yami Bakura, who was cautiously followed by a nervous Tristan Taylor.
Joey jumped to his fit, his right eyebrow raising up to hide under his blonde bangs, showing his confusion, "Alright man, gimme some answers! Why are you wit them?" He pointed an accusing finger at the albino bishounen and his two admirers.
Tristan came to stand in front of his long-time friend, "We arrived here at the same time is all. Kind of a funny coincidence." The brunette scratched the back of his head with an unsteady hand and laughed nervously.
The tomb robbers demonic laughter made Tristan break out in a cold sweat, "Haha! This is rich!" He laughed yet again and swaggered over to the worried teen, "Tristan here paid my little hikari a visit not too long ago. . ." The hatred was now evident in his voice, "He wants Bakura." The vicious yami licked his lips menacingly and grinned. Yami Bakura knew full well that Tristan was trying to keep his little crush a secret from his friends and now the brunette was biting his lip in fear of what the others might think.
Joey's eye twitched as he took a couple steps back, "YOU'RE GAY?!?!?!" The blonde spat the words as though the sound of them might cause him to keel over. Disgust was written all over his face, but something about it wasn't quite genuine.
Te'a rolled her eyes and smacked Joey on the back of the head, "Don't give Tristan such a hard time you stupid hypocrite!" All attention was on her, "Joey here as been daydreaming in class a lot lately and it just so happens that he's looking at Seto Kaiba every time!" She folded her arms and Joey's eyes grew wide.
The blonde received angry looks from his friends and now Tristan was backing away from HIM! Joey struggled to find an explanation, "I don't like him! It's just a coincidence that I'm lookin' ova dat way!" He watched their faces carefully to see if his friends bought his excuse. Yami Yugi looked more pissed than he did surprised or disgusted.
The Bandit King chuckled, "A coincidence? You mean like Tristan and ourselves showing up at the same time?" The excuse hadn't been taken and Joey sighed loudly.
"Fine," he admitted, "I kinda got a 'thing' fer rich-boy. . . ya happy now?" He looked to his friends and they smiled. . . all except the Pharaoh who simply glared and then turned away.
Yugi patted the floor beside him, "Sit back down Joey, everything is alright." He motioned for Bakura and Marik to join them, "Make the circle bigger you guys, so that Bakura and Marik can be in it too!" His childish smile returned to his lips and they all returned to talk about Summer vacation that was coming up and new CD's that had come out and things of that sort.
The two yami's were seated on Yugi's bed, watching the young teens get all excited at the many different subjects.
The thief smirked but didn't make eye contact with the Pharaoh, "So Pharaoh. . . you like the Priest, eh?"
Yami Yugi simply let out a grunt and replied with another question, "You like your hikari?" This time they both turned to face each other and they locked gazes. Yami Bakura turned back to watch his hikari. They both new the answers to each other's questions without having to actually hear it.
The group continued to talk about pretty much anything, all smiling happily. Marik, however, was slowing edging his tanned hand towards Bakura's leg and Tristan, who was seated on the other side of the bishounen, was doing the same. Yugi took note of this and stopped talking, turning around to face the ancient spirits on his bed, "Umm, Yami Bakura? You might wanna say something to those two, 'cause I don't think that Bakura is liking it too much." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Bakura, who was now looking back and forth at the two hands with a look of horror on his face.
The tomb robber cleared his throat and stood up, catching the attention and stopping the ever-nearing hands, "It's not that I have a 'thing' for my hikari, but Marik and Tristan. . . I know that you do and I'd suggest that you keep your disgusting hands away from him. He's too pure and innocent for the both of you and you know it!" He glared daggers at them both, his lighter half just looked to the floor and blushed.
Marik smirked and held his hand only and inch above Bakura's leg, watching the vicious yami's face for a reaction. He got what he wanted.
"If you so much as lay one finger on that boy, I swear I will hurt you Marik!" His brown eyes flashed in anger and his teeth were clenched as he let out a low and threatening growl. However, the thief spirit didn't seem to scare the blonde Egyptian.
Marik chuckled, laying his hand on the pale boys leg. Bakura blushed and bit his lower lip while closing his eyes tight enough to make them water. He knew that any second now, the spirit of the Millennium Ring would beat Marik Ishtar to a bloody pulp just inches from death. . . that's if he was nice about it.
But Yami Bakura didn't yell. He made his way over to Marik and violently pulled the boy to his feet by the shoulders. The bandit king slammed the much smaller teen against the wall. Struggling to break free of his grip, Marik began to sweat. Okay, so testing the yami's patience wasn't such a good idea after all!
As the evil spirit pulled his fist back to deliver a wicked blow to Bakura's offender, a soft hand gripped his boney shoulder, "Please yami! Don't hurt him! He didn't hurt me at all! Please don't hurt him yami! I don't want anyone to get hurt!" Tears ran down the hikari's cheeks as he pleaded for his darker half to let the other boy go. . . and much to the surprise of everyone else, the cruel tomb robber released Marik and furiously left the room.
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Well? What did you think? I hope that it wasn't too short. Once again, sorry for the long wait! I'll get to work on chapter five ASAP!!! You know the drill! Rate and review!!!!
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I haven't updated this in AGES! I had been doing other things instead of actually working on my fanfiction, but I am going to change that! I just recently finished my story "Love is Sweet Salvation" which mean that now I only have this story and "Ankh Of Despair" to work on! Be prepared for quicker updates! Now on with chapter four!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of it's characters. I own the plot of this story.
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Yugi and the others were all seated in a circle. Yugi's bedroom was filled with Duel Monsters figurines, posters, games, cards, anything that you could possibly imagine for that game. There were even a few posters from the tournaments; Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix. . . all of which Yugi, actually Yami, had dominated.
In their circle, they all sat Indian-style with their hands in their laps making jokes or talking about the weeks happenings. Joey's voice blared above all of the others, being the loud person that he was, "Hey you guys? Where's Tristan at? We called 'im like thirty minutes ago!" He stretched, placing his arms behind his head once he was through.
Yugi only smiled his trademark smile, "When I called him, he told me that he had to go somewhere before he came. Said he had to deliver something to someone." With that he shrugged and his face looked puzzled as he wondered about the vague answer Tristan had given him.
A soft knock and then the opening of the door caught their attention. One small foot stepped in, followed by that body; and that body belonged to Bakura Ryou. After the young boy stepped in, smiled, and waved, another boy stepped in. A familiar Egyptian with blonde hair. . . Marik Ishtar. He too, was then followed in by an all-too-hated spirit, Yami Bakura, who was cautiously followed by a nervous Tristan Taylor.
Joey jumped to his fit, his right eyebrow raising up to hide under his blonde bangs, showing his confusion, "Alright man, gimme some answers! Why are you wit them?" He pointed an accusing finger at the albino bishounen and his two admirers.
Tristan came to stand in front of his long-time friend, "We arrived here at the same time is all. Kind of a funny coincidence." The brunette scratched the back of his head with an unsteady hand and laughed nervously.
The tomb robbers demonic laughter made Tristan break out in a cold sweat, "Haha! This is rich!" He laughed yet again and swaggered over to the worried teen, "Tristan here paid my little hikari a visit not too long ago. . ." The hatred was now evident in his voice, "He wants Bakura." The vicious yami licked his lips menacingly and grinned. Yami Bakura knew full well that Tristan was trying to keep his little crush a secret from his friends and now the brunette was biting his lip in fear of what the others might think.
Joey's eye twitched as he took a couple steps back, "YOU'RE GAY?!?!?!" The blonde spat the words as though the sound of them might cause him to keel over. Disgust was written all over his face, but something about it wasn't quite genuine.
Te'a rolled her eyes and smacked Joey on the back of the head, "Don't give Tristan such a hard time you stupid hypocrite!" All attention was on her, "Joey here as been daydreaming in class a lot lately and it just so happens that he's looking at Seto Kaiba every time!" She folded her arms and Joey's eyes grew wide.
The blonde received angry looks from his friends and now Tristan was backing away from HIM! Joey struggled to find an explanation, "I don't like him! It's just a coincidence that I'm lookin' ova dat way!" He watched their faces carefully to see if his friends bought his excuse. Yami Yugi looked more pissed than he did surprised or disgusted.
The Bandit King chuckled, "A coincidence? You mean like Tristan and ourselves showing up at the same time?" The excuse hadn't been taken and Joey sighed loudly.
"Fine," he admitted, "I kinda got a 'thing' fer rich-boy. . . ya happy now?" He looked to his friends and they smiled. . . all except the Pharaoh who simply glared and then turned away.
Yugi patted the floor beside him, "Sit back down Joey, everything is alright." He motioned for Bakura and Marik to join them, "Make the circle bigger you guys, so that Bakura and Marik can be in it too!" His childish smile returned to his lips and they all returned to talk about Summer vacation that was coming up and new CD's that had come out and things of that sort.
The two yami's were seated on Yugi's bed, watching the young teens get all excited at the many different subjects.
The thief smirked but didn't make eye contact with the Pharaoh, "So Pharaoh. . . you like the Priest, eh?"
Yami Yugi simply let out a grunt and replied with another question, "You like your hikari?" This time they both turned to face each other and they locked gazes. Yami Bakura turned back to watch his hikari. They both new the answers to each other's questions without having to actually hear it.
The group continued to talk about pretty much anything, all smiling happily. Marik, however, was slowing edging his tanned hand towards Bakura's leg and Tristan, who was seated on the other side of the bishounen, was doing the same. Yugi took note of this and stopped talking, turning around to face the ancient spirits on his bed, "Umm, Yami Bakura? You might wanna say something to those two, 'cause I don't think that Bakura is liking it too much." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Bakura, who was now looking back and forth at the two hands with a look of horror on his face.
The tomb robber cleared his throat and stood up, catching the attention and stopping the ever-nearing hands, "It's not that I have a 'thing' for my hikari, but Marik and Tristan. . . I know that you do and I'd suggest that you keep your disgusting hands away from him. He's too pure and innocent for the both of you and you know it!" He glared daggers at them both, his lighter half just looked to the floor and blushed.
Marik smirked and held his hand only and inch above Bakura's leg, watching the vicious yami's face for a reaction. He got what he wanted.
"If you so much as lay one finger on that boy, I swear I will hurt you Marik!" His brown eyes flashed in anger and his teeth were clenched as he let out a low and threatening growl. However, the thief spirit didn't seem to scare the blonde Egyptian.
Marik chuckled, laying his hand on the pale boys leg. Bakura blushed and bit his lower lip while closing his eyes tight enough to make them water. He knew that any second now, the spirit of the Millennium Ring would beat Marik Ishtar to a bloody pulp just inches from death. . . that's if he was nice about it.
But Yami Bakura didn't yell. He made his way over to Marik and violently pulled the boy to his feet by the shoulders. The bandit king slammed the much smaller teen against the wall. Struggling to break free of his grip, Marik began to sweat. Okay, so testing the yami's patience wasn't such a good idea after all!
As the evil spirit pulled his fist back to deliver a wicked blow to Bakura's offender, a soft hand gripped his boney shoulder, "Please yami! Don't hurt him! He didn't hurt me at all! Please don't hurt him yami! I don't want anyone to get hurt!" Tears ran down the hikari's cheeks as he pleaded for his darker half to let the other boy go. . . and much to the surprise of everyone else, the cruel tomb robber released Marik and furiously left the room.
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Well? What did you think? I hope that it wasn't too short. Once again, sorry for the long wait! I'll get to work on chapter five ASAP!!! You know the drill! Rate and review!!!!