1"Ankh Of Despair"
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LEARN SOME JAPANESE: 'Uke' comes from the Japanese word 'ukeru' meaning 'to receive'. 'Seme' comes from the Japanese word 'semeru' meaning 'to attack'. In general, when used in shounen-ai (boy-love) fanfiction, a uke is the submissive partner and the seme is the dominant partner. I hope that this clears it up for anyone! Don't feel stupid! I didn't know these words at first either! If I ever use a Japanese word that you do not understand, just ask in your review or, for a quicker answer, ask in an e-mail!
Now on with Chapter Eleven!
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After breaking up the argument between the Pharaoh and his priest, the entire group set out for the arcade on foot. Seto never once complained about having to walk the long distance, but by the sour look on his face, one could tell that he certainly wasn't pleased with it. Mokuba, on the other hand, scampered alongside his brother for but a short time until eventually catching up to Yugi and the others, beginning friendly conversation about the game shop and school. The two Bakura's were at a slower pace than the others. They were at the very rear and the occasional giggle told Seto, who was only a short distance in front of them, that they were speaking through their mind link. Of course, Seto didn't call it that. He referred to it as 'that thing that connects their minds.'
Bakura stopped walking, allowing shrill laughter to escape his lips. Yami Bakura had not joined in, but when one looked at him closely enough, he had his lips clamped together in an attempt to hide his laughter.
The rest of the group jumped at the sudden noise and spun on their heels. Seto Kaiba rolled his eyes, turning to face them as well.
"They've been laughing about something ever since we left the house." Seto announced, a rather dull tone in his voice.
"What's so funny?" Yugi asked the slightly shorter albino.
Barely containing his giggling, Bakura managed to stammer out an answer, "My Yami is such a perv!"
This received numerous awkward glances, not just from the group, but from a few unlucky people that happened to be passing by.
Tea raised an eyebrow, "Why is that funny?" She placed her fists on her hips.
Tristan scratched the back of his head, "What's he sayin' that's makin' him a pervert?"
Bakura burst into laughter again. Thinking that it was best to just leave the subject alone, they turned back toward the direction in which they were first headed, and continued their trek to the arcade. There was silence once the normally-shy boy ceased his laughter. . . but it was quickly broken by a rather uncharacteristic yelp from everyone's favorite brunette.
Turning again, all were able to witness the CEO himself jumping to a height of about two feet off the ground and turning in midair, pointing an accusing finger at Yami Bakura, who had a look on his face that a two year old might have if he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The crueler albino squeezed his lips tightly shut, trying to prevent his laughter. Bakura had turned ghostly white and looked back and forth from his yami to a highly pissed Seto.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!?! You have no god damned right to get your disgusting hands anywhere near my ass!!" He visibly shivered in disgust, "Besides, I'm not a queer."
"Yami Bakura grabbed your ass?" Joey was in disbelief, but was quite amused by the whole ordeal. He immediately cracked up laughing, the rest of the group soon following. . . even Mokuba couldn't contain himself! There was one, though, who stared at the thief with a deadly fire in his eyes. Yami Yugi wasn't about to stand for someone touching his priest!
"Kaiba. . ." Despite his hostile appearance, the former Pharaoh spoke in an unwavering tone, "Would you like to walk alongside me so that the thief won't try anything else?"
For a moment, the billionaire could have sworn that he saw a pleading look flash through Yami's scarlet eyes. Scarlet was a nice color. Yami had such nice eyes. . . the way that they were finely outlined in black, allowing for the bright crimson to stand out. . .
"Kaiba?" The pharaoh tilted his head, wondering why the former priest had yet to answer.
"Wha? Oh, uh. . . yeah, sure." He stood beside his past lover and once again the group picked up a steady pace, this time with high hopes of actually getting there without another interruption.
Must to the relief of Seto and the others, the hushed snickers had completely disappeared, and the two albino boy's kept to themselves. The silence was a bit awkward for a group that was so used to holding peppy conversation, so the former Pharaoh saw this as an opportunity to perhaps get to know his priest a bit better.
"So Kaiba. . . how is the company?" He kept his eyes straight ahead, allowing them to follow only the cars that passed in the road that they walked beside, a blank expression remaining over his features.
The CEO snickered, a mocking grin playing upon his lips and eyes, "Like you really give a damn."
From there on out, no one spoke and no one tried to start up conversation. Each person fidgeted slightly as they walked, eyes darting from face to face, wondering when the next mouth would speak, yet not a single one did, or dared. Seto and Mokuba were probably the only exceptions to these actions, being so used to the silence that often occupied their daily lives.
It had seemed like an eternity (but as they say in the movie, "Even eternity doesn't last forever" XD ), but they finally reached the arcade. Though this is what they had been so hyped about, Joey, Yugi, and the many others suddenly felt burdened by their own arrival.
Mokuba, on the other hand, grabbed ahold of his brothers wrist, dragging him quickly inside.
It wasn't your average arcade. Sure, there were awesome games and tickets that you could redeem for prizes and whatnot, but this arcade was a bit different from the others. There was also a billiard and a bar, along with a rather nice restaurant (Kind of like that place called Jillians). Even Seto was impressed!
The richer of the group now had a crowd formed around him, each of them had clasped their hands together and given him their best puppy eyes, asking to have some money so that they could play for awhile. The brunette, shaking his head and making sure he let the chihuahua know how well the eyes fit him. . . but then Mokuba crawled up into his lap and kissed him and the cheek and snuggled into his chest, and the older boy agreed to lend cash to his baby brothers' friends. It was as though little Mokuba's charm possessed Seto. The little one had a weapon, and he surely knew it!
Yami Yugi stood beside his hikari, both engaged in a game of skiball. Yugi was winning of course because Yami Yugi only questioned the fun in rolling a ball and trying to get it into holes. Yugi only laughed at the distorted look on the elders' face and returned to his game, fairing rather well and receiving a long stream of orange tickets once the last of the balls had been rolled.
The ancient one shook his head, yet grinned at how adorable his little hikari was with that mass of tickets bundled up in his arms, many trailing on the ground because of his lack in height.
His crimson eyes scanned the room out of boredom. They caught onto white hair, which belonged to Bakura, who was cheering on Joey, who was playing some basketball game of sorts. He sighed lazily, but then straightened up.
Where is the thief?!?!
His eyes darted about frantically, he had to refrain from running about the large room in a hurry.
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"You know, we aren't so different, you and I." The thief playfully twirled his finger around in the beer he had just ordered. . . at Seto's expense of course. He took especial care to suck the liquid off of his finger in a rather rude manner.
"So you're comparing me to a schizophrenic albino? Lovely." The sarcasm was evident as he rolled his sapphire eyes.
"I'm not schizophrenic! I'm just a bit morbid is all."
"A bit morbid? Pfeh, talk about an understatement. . ."
"Okay fine! I'm very morbid! But I think you like that." He smirked seductively.
The brunette's expression remained emotionless, "I don't swing that may. Maybe some priest back in Egypt did, but that's not so different from the priests of today."
The spirit burst into a cackling laughter that almost made the heartless CEO shiver from the base of his spine to the top of his head, but he was able to suppress it, "Oh please! Could you be so locked up inside of that little mind of yours that you don't even know your own sexuality?" His voice was at a hushed whisper now so as not to attract more attention than he already had, "Come on Seto. I bet that if you gave it a little try, you'd like it." He caressed the brunette's leg with his hand and Seto's eyes narrowed.
"Get your mitts off of me, you disgusting faggot!"
As if by magic, Yami Yugi had the thief in a headlock, squeezing his neck and cutting off airflow.
Seto battle the chuckle in his throat, but let it pass, laughing almost childlike at how quickly such a scene occurred.
It's like they both have some sort of disgusting crush on me. . . this could be fun. A way to crush the other Yugi. It may not be duel monsters, but to see he and his heart crumble would be a prize within itself!
"Excuse me, Yami, but my thief and I were having a conversation." He mentally cringed at having to call that psycho his, but it had to be done in order for this to work right.
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Yeah, sorry to leave it there! Yes, I'm still alive, but I have had a HUGE project to do and a ton of essays and papers to write and even a whole novel to read! So yes, I'm still alive and well! I also wrote an original fiction piece by the name of "Prison of the Mind" on fictionpress. I am under the same username. (Don't bother reading my other story, as I am not continuing it.)
I hope to update sooner from now on! Until then, keep checking back about once a week!
