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Amor in aeternum: Forever Love : Chapter 7.
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deliciae: Thank you Chibi Kitty and Starlit Hope for your reviews And sorry we didn't get to post this on Friday, like planned…
Muse: ::walks in holding onto a lease attached to MiniMiniMuse, who is growling:: We were at a party…
deliciae: And we had no access to a computer… But here is the new chappie as promised.
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Disclaimer: If we owned it, you'd know.
Warnings: AU. OOC-ness. Yaoi. Boy x boy-- If you're this far and still don't like it, then why are you reading it?
Pairings: Yami x Bakura ; Yugi x Ryou ; Seto x Otogi ; implied Honda x Jou
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After a few hours had passed, the darks had disappeared out of the house. Yami had only said they needed to go speak with 'someone,' and both hikaris wondered who was the person. Ryou sat on the couch as he watched a documentary on Egyptian tomb robber and commented on the discrepancies, especially on the things that Bakura had taught him.
Inside the kitchen, Yugi sat at the table, the phone in his hand. He wanted to call someone and tell them the great news, but he also knew that it was Yami and Bakura's place to do so. Yet, the urge to spread the news was overwhelming. Finally with a sigh, Yugi stood and replaced the phone on the receiver.
He entered the living room, and curled up onto the couch, next to his lover. "I thought you were…" A soft "No" interrupted Ryou's statement, and he looked at the tri-haired youth with confusion in his brown eyes. Amethyst eyes met his in response as he explained, "It is not my place to tell everyone."
A nod caused the silvery-white locks of hair to rustle, and he smiled softly, "That is a good choice, Yugi." He reached an arm out to his companion and pulled the duel-champion close. Then together, they watched the rest of the documentary, with laughs at the obvious mistakes.
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Dark chocolate-brown eyes glared at the people who stopped and stared. Was it only because he was holding the hand of another man? A sneer crossed the yami's lips as he thought that if they were, the only recourse was to send them all to the Shadow Realm. Just as Bakura began to plot out the ideals, he paused, and his nose felt stuffy all of a sudden. Unfortunately that meant only one thing, and as a sneeze was expelled, he knew exactly where they were.
Beside him, Yami blinked innocently—well, as innocently as he was able to—and replaced the lid on a vile of crushed leaves. Bakura frowned at his mate, then at the storekeeper. A smile was on her tanned face, an all-knowing gleam in her eyes. "Ah, I see you are back, Pharaoh."
Instantly her attention was directed to the former monarch, and the white-haired thief sniffed, from both the sneezing, and the fact he was still disliked, even though he now was Yami's mate. "I see you've completed the spell." That instantly brought both darks' attention to the blue-eyed sorceress, as her tone suggested something was amiss.
She held Yami's hand in hers, as she peered at the gold ring. Her eyes were hazed as she looked into the tapestry of time, and her words were cautious, "Remember, something will happen from this spell. Ra will explain his plans in due time." With that she released his hand and stepped back, reverting back to her true nature.
An apologetic smile was on her face as she looked downwards. "It is okay, Isis. You are fated, even without the Millennium Tauk, to tell the unknown," Yami's tenor voice stated, and he turned away. "I thank you for the warning; although, there is little that can be done for it. We will just await the consequences, and deal with them upon their arrival." Both started toward the door, and then they paused in the open doorway.
Bakura, who had been silent until now, stated, "Oh, Isis… tell Malik thank you for the rings when you talk to him." Then before anything else, Yami added, "And for keeping those archeologists out." After that, the duo exited the apothecary shop, and behind them the black-haired storekeeper laughed quietly to herself.
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The buzz of the intercom interrupted both the silence of the room, and the worker inside. His hands paused above the keyboard, as he bit out, "Yes?" His tone was cold, and the secretary's voice trembled in her reply, "Mr. Kaiba, sir, you have two visitors, and they do not have an appointment, but state they have to see you."
Seto's blue eyes rolled at this. Too many people had tried this tactic to see the CEO of Kaiba Corp., and it had yet to work. "Tell them to…" However, before he was able to snap his command, the hushing tones of his lover dictated for him. "Tell them to come in." The intercom clicked off, and blue eyes met luminous emerald as a lithe finger was removed from the off-button.
In a grousing tone, the brunette executive stated as he looked at his lover, "I thought you were still sleeping." He glanced over at the blankets and pillow still sprawled across the long, leather couch. "I woke just before she buzzed. Don't worry, I've slept enough…" However, that was obviously contradicted as a yawn escaped from the black-haired dice-master.
Seto was ready to state that his lover should have just stayed home, but was interrupted as the door opened. His blue eyes warmed at first, and then froze at the two 'visitors'. Yami had stepped in first, followed by Bakura, and Otogi grinned at the couple. "Where were you guys last night? You missed a great party…"
A sheepish smile formed on the tri-haired Game-King's face, as he stared directly at the two CEOs. "Um, that's actually why we're here." Thankfully, they had yet to spot the ring, as Otogi launched into a spiel about what happened at the party. Bakura rolled his eyes at the mention of "Jou ate so much," and instead slipped away to look at the many, priceless artifacts that lined the room.
His dark brown eyes widened as he noticed a small white gold and sapphire-laden statuette of the Blue Eyes White Dragon—obviously a rare royal treat from the unknown Pharaoh's era, handcrafted by the finest goldsmiths and jewelers. Just looking at it made the thief's mouth water, and his hand reached out. His fingers barely ghosted over the item…
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Silver-white locks swished as he turned his head quickly as he sought out who had calmly threatened him. His eyes met a pair of baleful sapphire eyes, and a pair of crimson that had narrowed suspiciously. After he sighed nervously, the thief excused his behavior with, "I was just… looking at it."
Green eyes twinkled mischievously, "Oh, Bakura… just so you'll know—that one's a fake." The three sets of eyes instantly were attached to the DDM executive, before he continued without a pause, "The real one's at home."
A groan escaped from Bakura's lips, at the thought of that lovely item being a fake. Indeed as he looked closer, too many flaws were apparent, and he sighed. Yami strode over, and leaned against him, before asking, "Why? Were you going to steal it?" A soft nod was the lone reply, and then the petite duelist remarked, "That isn't a smart idea… you know it never worked with Seth."
A shiver ran down Bakura's spine at the mention of the High Priest. There had been one too many run-ins, and punishments from dealing with the dragon-master. "I remember…" The words were quietly uttered, but heard all the same. A smirk appeared on Seto's face at them, and he nodded his agreement of Yami's prior statement; the thief had never gotten anywhere with him back in the past.
Finally an uneasy silence filled the room, and the former monarch shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously. "Why did you guys miss last night?" Otogi asked, his voice light and filled with curiosity.
Yami frowned, pursed his lips, and then started to speak, only to be halted by his fiend's statement. "We only promised to be there if we had time, and it ended up we didn't." That seemed simple enough, but that only perked the executives' interest. "What were—…"
The question was abruptly ended as Bakura simply held up Yami's hand. Crimson eyes directed themselves to the floor as light reflected off the solid gold ring on his hand. Bakura looked straight at the duo, shocked momentarily by their reactions. Seto had paled, his blue eyes wide, and Otogi's jaw had dropped.
"You… you…" Seto was unable to state what he wanted, and Yami's gaze looked upwards at the duo behind the desk. The silver-white haired thief held up his own hand and smirked happily at them, "Yes, Priest. We are bound."
That statement seemed to break the spell that had captured the two, and Seto lunged across the desk. His hands gripped onto the thief's neck, as both collided against the carpeted floor. Quickly Yami intervened and began to tug at Seto, trying to remove him from the spirit on the floor. "Seto, if you kill him…" Even though the death of Bakura was impossible, the underlying threat had its effect instantly as Seto pulled himself away and stood.
A cold sneer graced the Kaiba Corp. owner's features as he stepped back. "If anything, and I mean anything, happens to the Pharaoh, you will pay, thief." The last word was spat, and Bakura shivered.
With Yami and Otogi's help, the brown-eyed male stood, and turned towards the door. "I understand," the words were directed at Seto, and Yami frowned, but followed his mate out of the room. The doors closed with a bang, and the sound echoed in the almost-empty room.
Otogi frowned at his lover's antics, "That wasn't nice, Seto." A ragged sigh slipped from the berated one, as he slumped into his plush chair. Lithe fingers slid into brunette locks, and he leaned on his elbows. "I know, Otogi… but this…" His emotions were hard to put into words; it was almost like he had been sucker-punched and was still reeling from its effects.
Gently, the dice-master wrapped an arm around the other, and instantly the distressed duelist leaned into the touch. "This wasn't… I mean, now…" Seto's normally brisk voice was choked with emotions, and he sighed, struggling to put his thoughts into precise words.
Green eyes closed as Seto finally whispered, "He was so hurt before… I just hope Yami hasn't made a mistake…" Those statements alone held a wealth of feeling, and Otogi uttered, in an attempt to comfort his more-dominant lover, "It's his choice, and we can only support him."
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Dark shadows covered the city as the sun sank beneath the horizon, allowing night to take over. The sky painted its lavish colors of purple, red, pink, gold, and various tones, which only a few people took time to admire. Two such individuals were atop a lone roof, gazing at the last vestige of the daily journey of Ra.
"Yugi, I wonder where they went," Ryou stated, as the last rays disappeared from view, and the stars began to twinkle from the darkened sky. A shrug was the reply, for the petite youth had no idea either, and his amethyst eyes looked down the street for any sign of their darks.
Never before had the two been gone so long, and for that, they were beginning to worry. For a few more minutes, the two sat outside, their thoughts on their opposite. As they turned to go back inside the window, they glanced out again at the surroundings. Night had coated every nook and cranny, blanketing the area. It was beautiful outside, in all its mystery and danger, but now they understood why Bakura and Yami so enjoyed the nighttime.
With a sigh, both went downstairs to watch television, as to take the worry off their minds. Yugi volunteered to get the popcorn while Ryou turned on a quality show. The silver-white haired hikari settled on the couch, and grasped the controller. A lithe finger pressed the channel button down, and flipped through the channels. Again, it seemed fate had played a trick on the unsuspecting hikaris.
"Welcome to Our Pharaohs Today," was followed quickly by the click then the statement of, "The tombs of Egypt…" The traditional thirteen channels each bore a special on Ancient Egypt. Ryou's left eye began to twitch when he flipped back through the channels, and there was no change in the programming. His finger pressed harder on the button, and the same channels flew by again and again, blurring into a mass of colors.
Finally unable to stand it, Ryou threw the controller, without regard, directly at the television. "We are here in Cairo…" were the last words that television ever said, as suddenly the controller slammed into the screen, breaking it. Ryou was stunned, his brown eyes wide, and softly stated, "Oops."
"What did you do?" Yugi asked while he walked into the room, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands. His amethyst eyes were directly on Ryou, so he did not yet notice the problem. Guiltily, Ryou pointed at the broken television, which was now hissing and acting like it was going to blow up, and Yugi gasped. Quickly both exited the room, as they feared an explosion, only to run into their darks. Obviously the two had just returned home, for they were still standing in the doorway.
Suddenly, inside the living room, there was an explosion, and Yami and Bakura looked at the two hikaris. "It wasn't me," Yugi whined, and instantly the almost-albino youth looked away, both guilty and embarrassed.
"What did you do, hikari?" Soft chocolate-brown eyes met dark, earth-brown, and the innocent half gulped. "B-blew up the television, yami." Boisterous laughter slipped from Bakura, "Aw, my little hikari is growing up—he just blew up his first thing." And to complete the statement, Bakura wiped imaginary tears.
"Bakura!" Yami admonished his lover, but it was in a teasing tone. "So what will we do now for entertainment?" Yugi asked, munching on some popcorn. A leering smile appeared on the thief's face, and instantly the petite amethyst-eyed hikari regretted his words.
Ryou, though, was still sullen about destroying the television, and explained his actions, "I only threw the controller because of all those Egyptian specials."
"They were on again?" Both Yami and Bakura groaned at the thought of those shows; that was all that had been on the television for weeks now, as it seemed. Nothing else had been on the television, only the specials that ran all day and night long. "Maybe now we can get that, uh, ca-…"
It seemed Yami wasn't able to recall exactly what the word was, but luckily, Yugi understood. "Cable? Oh, can we, Ryou? We'd finally be able to watch anything…"
However, Bakura was not in favor of it, "I still think we could provide our own entertainment, right, love?" He pulled on Yami's arm, as he began to head for the staircase, with the monarch in tow. "Uh, sure, Bakura…" The crimson-stained cheeks matched the set of eyes, and quickly he followed his lover, who still had a hold on him.
Once both darks were gone, Ryou blushed and looked at Yugi. "Um, I'm sorry Yugi; Father has not sent me enough money for it. I have just enough to buy a new television set and possibly a DVD player."
Yugi shrugged, his hold still on the bowl of popcorn. "Oh, okay." He stated, and then started towards the staircase, like the two darks had just a few minutes earlier. "Let's go entertain ourselves, Ryou…" The words held an innuendo that was hard to miss, for Ryou suddenly blushed a deep ruby-red, but followed his petite love.
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TBC.
deliciae: Muse, why do you have MiniMiniMuse on a leash? And where is MiniMuse?
Muse: I don't know where MiniMuse is, and MiniMiniMuse was being very mean… it tried to rip up the Book of Muse!!!!!! Plus, it ate lots of sugar…
MiniMiniMuse: ::growling loudly and glaring at Muse, jerking on the leash, trying to break loose::
deliciae: Well, if you see MiniMuse tell me. But as for the readers, this is longer than most of my chapters. I packed a lot into this chapter, and the idea somewhat continues next chapter. We'll get a talk with Jou and Honda, and how their relationship has evolved. Besides that, we'll finally get an inkling on exactly what that "side-effect" is. Other than that, you'll just have to stay tuned for an exciting next chapter… Oh, and please review. Everything is accepted—comments, criticism, ideas, and flames… 'Til next time.