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USP-Okay I promise I will, you did not finish your e-mail address though.
Angel- I am just having fun, thanks for the e-mail review back, it was very nice. The time thing, yes I think I will be doing switches between Ancient Egypt and Modern time. Yes, the more lesser known characters will have brotherly love or powerful friendship. As for Interlude: Moon's Journey- you have to wait and see. My family and I including Luna who is chasing the mouse pointer return your wishes and big thank you. Dark God, yes, I was tired of Yami-kun or chan, decided to try something different.
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Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Where did all of Yami's fans go?
Summary- Bakura/Usagi (AU) One-shot
Bakura, tomb robbing happens upon a lost forgotten jewel of the moon. Touching it releases the sleeping presence within, Usagi.
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Dark Tombs
Dark and dank, could describe the hollow room, a young figure was searching. Creeping along the walls, the profile of the person was caught in firelight of a torch. Semi long white hair, with two prominent spikes that fell in to hard mahogany orbs. An irritating smirk imprinted on alabaster skin, the rest was clothed in a dark cloak. Idle hands twitched with anticipation, as long fingers traced over the sanded walls. Barely noticeable under the blacken cloak, was a small unnoticeable brown satchel which was filled with numerous rare gems and gold coins. He as the figure was highlight, slipped into a glowing room filled with amass amounts of treasure. The glow of the treasure shines lustfully in his eyes, acquired wealth thinning his humanity. He was known in the darkest corners, the meanest bars, and a constant thorn in the royal guards side. The thief king Akefia, or Bakura to his closet memories of forgotten times. His harden ambers roved the treasure trove raping it of its undulated glory, a triumphant smirk blazed heavily when his orbs alighted on a flawless jewel.
Bakura, waltz closer to the jewel, assuming it to be a diamond from a far, it sat on a silken royal purple pillow, with a light blue sari thrown over it. Upon closer examination, the jewel was not a diamond and unknown to the thief king. His smirk grew, a unknown jewel could catch a pretty coin in the ruthless underground bazaars. Pleased in his find his feet carrying closer, he reached out a hand. The very tip of his ivory middle finger brushed the jewel, and it recoiled from the touch an angry white flash strove from within it. It began to shake, small cracks ripping up the sides, and then it shattered, the pieces disappearing before reaching the ground. From within the origin of the main point of the light a large form was shadowed. Thief king, as he was, was train to spot the smallest thing in order to save himself from traps that lay in wait. Bakura drew a hidden dagger, pointing it a the figure, his whole body tense. The light died down leaving a very noticeable female in its wake. Bakura scoffed, placing the dagger away, he prodded the body with the tip of his boot.
The female groan turning into the light of the glowing treasure room where her form was examined. Two odd shape buns held a little of her golden locks which strained to the edge of her knees. A long white dress untouched by the dust of the sand shifted with her movement. Bakura noted that the female had a glowing crescent moon of gold on her brow. He waited as the female shifted again and her eyes blinked open, sapphire gems held his gaze. The female gasped and curled herself away from the intimating male. Bakura's smirk could now slit his neck with the width it had reached. An appraising eye was his known feature as he scanned the female. It was most appreciated when the jewel he had touched appear within the female's open hands. The female, sensing no threatening movement from Bakura, went to stand up, but resting for so many eons had left her legs uncoordinated and unwilling to her commands. Bakura scoffed, but figured it would be in his interest to help her out.
Bakura reached down and lifted the female by her shoulder, jerking her slightly to a standing position. "Name." Bakura's gruff voice shook the female from her skittish frame of mine. A pink tongue darted out wetting her dry lips, before she spoke and Bakura found himself strangely fascinated by that action.
"Serenity." Came the quiver from the blonde. Her shoulder was tense under his stable hand, and if he had let go she probably would of ran. Serenity's sapphirine orbs stared balefully at Bakura measuring him against the warnings of her long sense dead protectors. "What is your name?" Serenity asked, careful and alert to any strike that would be made against her. Bakura weighed the question with a aloof attraction to the her. Seeing how it couldn't him in any way, and could further win her trust, he acknowledge her with an answer.
"Akefia, but call me Bakura." He instructed Serenity. She blinked at the two names, but nodded in acceptance. "Good, you are going to tell me how you are here." Bakura ordered the slight female. Serenity chewed the inside of her cheek, and it wander to the edge of her lips. Pulling on her bottom lip, with her teeth clearly showing her hesitance. Mulling over the demand, Serenity figured the ginzuishou would not place her in a predicament that could end up harming her. Bakura observed all this with a shrew eye, feeling his blood heat a little at the innocent actions of Serenity.
"Alright, relax." Serenity instructed Bakura, her moon mark increasing in its light. Bakura tensed as the light made contact with his own brow, hinting with the eye of Ra pulsing underneath. Bakura's breath caught as he saw many images, used to shadow magic he was able to figure the images were the memories of the girl. Several scenes of war, bloodshed, and the young Serenity fighting to defend her long forgotten kingdom. Bakura felt a small kindling of affection as the images he saw reminded him of his buried past. He had become a tomb robber so his family could eat and a long journey had taken him away. When Bakura returned to his village it had been destroyed by the Pharaoh Akunumkanon, to contain the shadow powers. It also irked him how they could have similar pasts, but different social statuses, because of the pharaoh he had unrequited anger against royalty.
After the images slowed and the light faded, Serenity fainted from the slight strain of the usage of power after being sealed for so long. Bakura's reflexes caught her before he could process the actions. Sighing angrily, he hauled the feather weight princess out of the deep catacombs of the forgotten tomb. Revenge tugged at his constitution as he looked at the feinted one, a small smirk pulling at his lips. He could use Serenity to get to the pharaoh, whose council was searching for a bride for the young king. However, as soon as that thought finished, his buried concern erupted to the surface and destroyed the building smirk. Serenity shifted in the thief's arms, her arms snaking around his waist and her head burrowing into his toned chest. A sharp intake of breath halted Bakura's progress through the tomb, his blood bubbling beneath his skin at the action. Glancing down, his vacant, rough attitude strove in his attention as it caught on her tilted head. Bakura's smirk reappeared, wanting nothing more then to taint the heavenly maiden in his arms, he lowered his head to hers. Normally his objective would be achieve as soon as he wanted, but the similarities between the years of their lives stopped him. Her innocence was untainted by the ruling filth of the Egyptian sands, it wasn't his right to destroy her trust. Some where within her story, a small bond wiggled into his heart. Tossing his head in agitation at his conflicting thoughts, one thought echoing in his heart. He wanted her to see him, and not force her to his side. Bakura stopped before the entrance of the tomb, feeling safer in the dark then the blazing sun.
Tensing as he felt Serenity reposition her body as her eyes twitched with alertness. With indecision throwing his ruthless personality side ways, he slid down into a sitting position against the wall of the tomb. Keeping Serenity in his arms, he freed one hand from beneath her, he ran a curious hand through her long ridiculous hairstyle. Serenity awoke to a rather comforting feeling near her royal hair buns. She murmured in small enjoyment as her orbs fell on the hazy gaze of the one that held her. Being a little out of it, she said the first thing that came to mind. "You have the most amazing mahogany eyes, I have ever come across." Serenity stated as her energy came to. Bakura heard this, a self-satisfied smirk showed up and he let out a harsh laugh. It was harsh because it had been years since it had been used. Serenity purred in contentment of the hidden richness beneath the harshness. "I like that, you should laugh more." Serenity spoke as she leaned into Bakura's rumbling chest. She was comfortable and she was going to take every advantage of the situation. Bakura's laughter slowed quickly as he observed the angel in his lapped, he heard Serenity whined in dissatisfaction. "You should laugh more." Serenity intoned. Then ignoring all rules of personal space, she tickled the sides of the thief she rested against. At first, Bakura tensed, but the constant aggravating motion of her fingers against his sides brought his laughter to the surface. "Much better." Was the cheery statement as her fingers danced across his ribs.
Bakura catching his breath, used his free hand to catch Serenity's wrist. "Turn about's fair play." Bakura's breathless response brought Serenity to alert. Bakura used his knees to slide her down, keeping one hand on his wrist, he tickled her back. Serenity twitch and wiggled away from the demanding fingers of the agile thief. With all their movement, they had managed to rolled over each other dirtying their cloths. Joyous exhaustion stopped them leaving them in a very compromising position. Serenity had managed to be flipped onto top of the lower half of Bakura's chest. Her legs caught in his, probably to stopped each from kicking free. Each face was flushed and sparkles dotted their eyes, the heads close together. Their eyes met and the spell of the moment pulled them in. Serenity panic inward, but trusted her instincts and emotions. Bakura's muted concerns surfaced, but his more dominant personality of enjoying the riches of life stomped away his insecurities.
The lips met, and Bakura's rough personality, lead him to swing her so they both laid against each other on their sides. Bakura tighten his arm around her back bringing Serenity closer to his area, crushing them almost painfully together. He pushed against her lips, and let his mouth open slightly so his teeth could graze her bottom lip. His canine ripped across her lip leaving a small trail of blood, and Serenity opened her mouth in pain and pleasure. Using his other hand it slid up her neck resting on the cusp of her head, shoving her head even deeper next to his, his tongue delving into the opportunity. His tongue rubbed against hers almost coxing Serenity to do the same. Serenity shyly allowed her tongue to slip over his tongue, brushing his teeth and feeling the soft spots of the distant male. Bakura smirked in his head, he slid his tongue slowly over hers as he pulled out, and nipped playfully at hers. Breathing had become and issue so he pulled back to examine his work. Serenity was flushed with embarrassment and enjoyment, her eyes hidden beneath her creamy lids. He pulled her against him for another bruising kissed, marking her as his. Nipping her lips, before drawing her into his broad shoulders. Serenity sighed in contentment, flicking a shy kiss to Bakura's head. Bakura laughed at her, sitting them both up.
"Wow, that was intense." Serenity mumbled into his shoulder ducking within his robe. Bakura turned her eyes to his, a small burning in the regions of his slightly thawed heart.
"Serenity, there are so many things you need to know about me." Bakura told her, referring to his devious lifestyle. Serenity sighed and shook her head. A slim digit was laid against his lips.
"There is time for everything, I will not abandon you no matter what." Serenity declared to the jaded one.
"Still." Bakura quoted, but Serenity pressed her finger harder against his lips.
"You saw my past, where there is light, there is darkness." Serenity intoned to him. Reflecting over the many battles she had fought before dying as Neo-Queen, and being brought back to give the Silver Millennium another chance. It had fallen once more and the ginzuishou disregarded Selenity and sealed Serenity within its confines. Bakura mulled over the statement, matching it beside his past. He shrugged his attitude was not one of remembrance, just present action only. Bakura gazed down at Serenity, and claimed her once more, marking his territory with the bruising of her lips, and the openness of her soul. A small plea in his soul, please don't let her regret this, my last link to humanity.
Bakura's Chapter as promise. The story about his past comes straight from the show itself. I still wondered where all the Yami fans went, but oh well. Marik's chapter is next then. 'I Can See the Light.'
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