deliciae
Amor in aeternum: Forever Love : Chapter 4.
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deliciae: Finally! I've done it, I've gotten somewhat over my writer's block. Thanks everyone who reviewed!
Muse: ::staring at MiniMuse, who is fighting with MiniMiniMuse:: I wonder who'll win… ::munching on some popcorn::
deliciae: Well, it's only taken about 3 months for this chapter, (sorry!) but here it is ^_^
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Disclaimer: If I owned it, you would know.
Warning: OOC-ness. Yaoi. Don't like, don't read, don't flame. Simple as that.
Pairings: Yami x Bakura; Ryou x Yugi
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The following days after the incident were rough on the group. Yugi stayed at Ryou's house, as did Yami; both having no intention of leaving. However, Yugi's school obligation was eased, since Yugi was still heartbroken over having Grandpa, a beloved family member, and Anzu, a childhood friend, shun him for his sexual preference.
Ryou had tried to stay home as well, but both Yugi and Bakura denied him that, on the basis of "if you skip, then who'll get the homework and notes?" Honda and Jou stayed over more, yet for them getting the homework… those two were last in each class, and hardly paid attention.
The afternoon rolled around, and Ryou entered the house, lugging a heavy satchel filled full of books, notes, and Yugi's homework. With a sigh, the bag dropped to the floor, and Ryou slumped onto the couch for a moment's break. Looking around, he noticed that Bakura and Yami were nowhere in sight. Yet he knew as part of the yamis' daily ritual, the two were still in bed.
Soft footsteps echoed through the almost silent home, and Ryou turned as the sounds entered the room. Teary, red-rimmed amethyst eyes met his, and the tri-haired hikari ran into his lover's arms, and started weeping again. "It's okay Yugi… Don't ever forget that I will love you." That seemed to do the trick, as Yugi's cries turned into light sniffles, and he whispered, "I know Ryou…"
"Aw, that's so touching," the sugary-sweet voice was followed by a muffled thud, then an "Ow, why did you do that?" Both hikaris looked up, and over at the doorway. Bakura stood there, rubbing the back of his head, and Yami was smiling contentedly at the two. The two darks were dressed in leather, and seemed wide-awake and ready to go out. Something seemed suspicious however, as the two were never awake at this time, much less dressed. "Where are you going?" Yugi's soft voice asked.
Crimson eyes glanced at his companion and shrugged. "We are just going out to do some shopping…" Ryou glared at his yami, "No five-fingered discounts Bakura." Yami laughed, "Sure Ryou, I will keep an eye on him." Still suspicion lingered, but nothing more was asked of the dark duo, as they put their shoes on and exited the house.
Yugi snuggled more against Ryou, and the white-haired hikari turned on the television. Another documentary on Egyptian Pharaohs was on, along with Egyptian Gods of the Pharaohs. Both groaned at the thought of history, and turned off the television, favoring snuggling and just silence.
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While the two hikaris were allowed peace and quiet, Bakura and Yami went to the Mega Mall, which housed many specialty shops Yami wanted to visit. As the once-Pharaoh paused to admire some leather pants in a store window, the sounds of children crying began to echo around him. Bakura came striding up to Yami, and smiled innocently, well, as innocently as he could. "I don't care what you did, just don't get us thrown out."
Yami's statement made Bakura blink in shock; for once his boyfriend didn't argue or chide, but just allowed it to slide by. Looking around, Bakura suddenly smiled at one store. Without stating anything, he grabbed Yami by the arm and dragged him towards the store. "Bakura, what… Oh." Leather, chains, and other accessories lined the walls; glass cases housed items for piercing and special items. Bakura snapped a whip, and smiled. "I like this one…" Yami flushed, and looked away as Bakura began to look at the handcuffs and other bondage straps.
~Time lapse (probably an hour or so)~
Finally Yami walked out of that store, with several bags in Bakura's arms. Only one more store to go to: the Wizard's Shop. It was a store that sold potions and charms, and was sought out by many. It was here that Yami was to get the items for the binding spell; as the store carried many long forgotten items, especially those from Ancient Egypt.
No one was inside, besides the black-haired storekeeper. She reminded the former Pharaoh momentarily of Isis, and he wondered what her and her brother was up to now. Bakura picked up a vile and opened the lid; quickly he closed it and replaced it on the shelf before he sneezed. "Gods Yami, hurry up."
Ignoring the impatient Tomb Robber, the regal Dark took his time finding exactly what he needed, and getting the correct amount. Bringing up the many items to the storekeeper, Yami was startled when she whispered in a knowing-voice, "For you, these items hold no price. May your life be blessed, my Pharaoh."
Shock filled Yami, and even Bakura, and crimson eyes slid closed, "Isis?" "Yes, what is it, my Pharaoh?" Crimson and brown eyes met those of clear blue. "What… I thought you went back to Egypt, with Malik…"
"Malik no longer needed me to watch out for him; he has Rishid. The Museums no longer sought my once-prestigious exhibit, so I began this apothecary shop. Pharaoh, I warn you: be careful with the spell. It has not been practiced since before your reign; but according to the scriptures, a side-effect will happen if the spell is practiced. Be careful, Pharaoh."
Yami frowned at these words; he did not like their implication. "Does the scriptures say what happened?" Isis shook her head, "No. The words have been lost to time." She glared at Bakura for a moment, before returning her gaze to Yami.
"What was that for!? I didn't do anything." Bakura sputtered, indignantly, then muttered, "Sure, you warn him to be careful…" "I'll warn you to be careful as well, Tomb Robber. Anything happens, and I mean anything, to the Pharaoh, and we will come for you." Isis's threat was cold, and Bakura shivered. "Okay, okay. I get it."
The black-haired woman reached below the cash register and pulled out a blue, silk bag. "This is for you, Pharaoh, as a gift from Malik." She handed it to him, and Yami blinked, looking at the bag suspiciously. "It will come in handy," she tried to reassure him, to which Yami replied, "I will trust your judgment, Isis." She nodded, and a knowing smile played about her lips. Unknown to either spirit, the bag housed two gold rings, taken from the Pharaoh's tomb by Malik, and Isis knew that the rings played an important role in the binding spell.
"I will see you again, Pharaoh, Tomb Robber." With that, she turned away, and the two walked out of the shop. Bakura eyed the blue bag in Yami's hand with trepidation. "I just hope… it's not something we're going to have to send him to the Shadow Realm over." Yami agreed, and both started to walk back towards Ryou's home, with all the bags, except for one, in Bakura's grasp.
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TBC?
deliciae: I know this chapter is confusing, but trust me, I've kinda gotten an idea where this will go… I'm going to center more on the binding ritual for Yami and Bakura for a while, and on the side—Yugi and Ryou.
Muse: You really shouldn't tell the readers what will happen, deliciae. MiniMiniMuse, get her!
MiniMiniMuse: ::runs after deliciae::
deliciae: ::yelling as she runs away from MiniMiniMuse:: Alright, please review. I know this chapter really was lousy; I went through it stuck in a bad writer's block. I did post another fic for compensation, called Can't be Friends. Hopefully next chapter will be better. Anyways, thanks for reading, and please review… I accept ideas, and will give credit; criticism, and compliments. Again, thanks!