1"Ankh Of Despair"
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the show Yu-Gi-Oh. I own the plot of this story.
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Yugi stood upon the doorstep of the Ryou residence. Hesitantly, he rang the doorbell, waiting almost impatiently, his eyes brightening considerably when he heard the soft sound of footsteps making their way to greet him. He knew by the sound that it was Bakura and not the thief. Had it been the latter, he would have heard slow, heavy footsteps.
The door opened slowly and carefully as though Bakura feared something may jump out at him, "Yes. . .?" He peeked out and spotted the spiky hair of his tiny friend, "Oh! Yugi! What brings you here?" He tilted he head questioningly, open the door fully now.
"Well, I'd like to ask a favor of your yami." He know that it must have sounded like a strange thing to request, but it had to be done. . . for yami's sake.
Bakura looked at him hard for a moment, his lips moving to one side of his face as he was deep in thought, and then he stepped away from the door, motioning for Yugi to come inside. The house was neat and tidy, not a thing out of place. It was a wonder that Bakura did it all himself. "You know," He began as he made his way through the house with Yugi at his heels, "I'm rather confused as to why you would want to see my yami. Any other time you'd be begging every God in heaven to make him go away!" He chuckled lightly to himself and Yugi wondered if he should explain himself.
He never got the chance to speak up. Bakura had knocked upon a door, and a low grunting sound was heard along with the creaking of a bed and the rustle of sheets. Bakura shook his head and smiled, turning the knob and forcing open the door.
The feared thief lay in a seemingly impossible position, tangled up in his bed sheets. Both eyes were squeezed shut and he squirmed around. Yugi wondered if the evil spirit could actually be having a nightmare. The black curtains were drawn, drowning the room in darkness with only a small bit of light bleeding in. Bakura stepped over to them, grinning at Yugi before grasping the ebony cloth and pulling both pieces aside, flooding the room with a blinding light. Yami Bakura made some sort of strange gurgling noise as his hands flew up to cover his face, his legs scrunching up to his body and his entire form rolling over to hide his face from the sudden brightness.
"Wakey, wakey!" Bakura chimed, clasping his hands together in a very happy manner. Yugi wasn't surprised at this, being that Bakura had always seemed to have such a pleasant and happy personality.
Yami Bakura grunted from his place in the bed, a small protest against waking from his nap. It dawned on Yugi that Bakura was brave to wake the demon from his slumber. . . or perhaps he just wasn't thinking.
Pursing his lips in frustration, he stepped over to the bed's edge, his footsteps unheard as he moved with a feminine grace. With a gentle shove to his yami's arm, cruel amber eyes snapped open, the anger in them quite apparent. Reaching out a ghastly hand, he grasped the albino's collar and pulled him into the bed. Bakura squeaked and Yugi's heart beat quickly as he lunged forward to try and save his friend.
He stopped when he heard the sound of laughter. Oh if his friends could have been there now! The whole world would be amazed at such a sight! Bakura lay in the thief's arms, the two of them smiling and Yami Bakura looking down upon his light in a borderline loving manner.
Bakura chuckled and waved his pale hand toward a desk not too far from the bed. The desk itself was simple and wooden, with an ink pen and a notebook laid on top. A similarly-carved chair was pushed in underneath it, "Have a seat Yugi," Bakura offered, "and tell my yami what you came to see him about." There was no hint of an ordering tone in his voice, which would be why Yugi didn't hesitate in the slightest to follow the albino's request.
Yugi sat in the wooden chair that Bakura had indicated, while Yami Bakura sat up, pulling his giggling hikari up with him. Violet eyes shifted to their owners clasped hands that had been placed in his lap, "Um, well, ya see. . ." He looked back up, locking eyes with narrow, brown orbs. He swallowed heavily, "You know what has been going on between my yami and Kaiba, right?"
Yami Bakura snorted and closed his eyes, grinning in an amused manner, "Well if my memory serves me right, nothing is going on between them!" He then chuckled to himself and Bakura pursed his lips in an attempt at hiding his laughter.
Yugi did his best glare, but it only succeeded in giving the tomb robber another reason to go into a fit of laughter, "That's the problem! I want them to get together. Yami still loves Kaiba, and I want to help him get him back. . . which is why I need your yami, Bakura! I need him to kidnap Kaiba, just like he did in ancient Egypt!"
"Does that include the sex part?" Yami Bakura perked up.
"Then Yami can come to the rescue again! It's the perfect idea!" Yugi clasped his hands together, beaming at his supposedly perfect plan.
The thief rolled his eyes, "So you expect Seto to play the roll of a helpless little schoolgirl and then fall madly in love with his hero? Oh please! Give me a damn break! Besides, even if it stood a chance at working, I still wouldn't help the Pharaoh."
Yugi's shoulders slumped in defeat. He hadn't expected for the white-haired thief to shove the idea back down his throat, "But. . . Why wouldn't it work now? If you're really mean to Kaiba, and Yami saves him from you, then maybe Kaiba will start to like Yami again!" He sounded desperate, his eyes full of worry and pleading.
Yami Bakura arched an eyebrow at the pint-sized duelist, "You want me to hurt Seto Kaiba? The sweet, innocent Yugi Muto wishes to have harm brought upon someone?" He gasped in a mock-dramatic manner and covered his mouth with a quick hand.
Yugi's eyes were downcast, "Well, don't hurt him, just. . . oh, I don't know! Kidnap him and make Yami think that you're hurting him!" He went over to the bed and grasped one of the thief king's hands. He tried to ignore how cold it felt. . . and the agitated look he received from Bakura, "Please? Just do this one thing for me, and I'll never ask another favor of you again!" His violet eyes shimmered with unshed tears of hope.
Well let's see. . . I could kidnap Seto. That really would be fun. . . I'd have my way with the priest. . . no, I'm over him by now, unlike that ridiculous Pharaoh. . . but there's no hurt in fooling around every now and then. . . I'm sure that my hikari won't mind. . . "Fine." Yami Bakura agreed, bringing a wide smile to little Yugi's lips.
Bakura's lips parted and he turned away, saying nothing.
"Thank you so much!" Yugi chimed before attempting to hug the thief.
"Don't touch me."
"Sorry." Instead, Yugi leaned down to hug Bakura, whose eyes narrowed as he received the embrace. Taking note that his gesture wasn't returned in the slightest, Yugi bounded out of the room and out the front door, skipping all the way home.
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Yami lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had his own bedroom, being that he no longer shared a body with Yugi (Yes, I gave the spirits their own bodies, deal with it) and the decor of his bedroom only cause him to seek deeper into his depression.
Adorning the walls were a variety of posters from the numerous Kaiba Corporation ads and Duel Monsters tournaments, each and every one bearing the photo of the gorgeous CEO in rather arousing positions. The former Pharaoh took note that Seto had a tenancy to stand leaned back with his hips thrust forward, sapphire orbs peering out from under honey-colored locks. He traced a finger down along the poster nearest to him. A Battle City poster. Seto had warn form-fitting leather pants throughout the tournament. It definitely won him Yami's attention. . . among the attention of a few other passengers.
He sighed and didn't even bother to face the door when he heard it creek open.
"Hey Yami?" Yugi whispered, trying his best to keep the tone of excitement out of his voice, "Are you alright?"
Yami sighed again, yet deeper this time, "Yes, I'll be alright little one. . . I just need some time to myself."
He frowned when he heard his hikari leave. It wasn't that he was sad that Yugi left, but that he had to push those he cared for away from himself. He hated shoving people away, but it was best right now. . . he didn't want to take his anger out on anyone but himself. Scarlet eyes drifted back up to the poster. His beautiful priest was buried inside of there, locked away in that mind. . . and someone had thrown away the key for all of eternity.
"So close, yet so far away. . ."
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Seto waltzed through the front door of his mansion, "I'm home Mokuba!" When there was no raven-headed boy bounding down the stairs to greet them, Seto wandered about the downstairs of the house, peering into every room along the way, "Mokuba! Stop messing around!" He turned on his heels, placing clenched fists on his hips like an angry parent. He lifted up an arm to glance at the watch. It was getting late.
Giving up on the search and just assuming that Mokuba was off in a room listening to loud music and therefore couldn't hear him, Seto carried himself into the living room, where he proceeded to fall into an oversized armchair. . . he yelped as he landed not on the cushioning of his favorite chair, but rather the lap of an unknown person, whose arms wrapped securely around the CEO. One hand came up to Seto's face, tracing his lips briefly before cupping over his mouth. All the while, Seto Kaiba squirmed about, his legs kicking out frantically, but making contact with only air. His arms were being held by his sides and his calls for help were muffled with the hand of this unknown being.
Something warm and wet trailed along the right side of his face, sending a shiver up and down his spine. Hot breath danced on his ear, leaving a tingling sensation throughout his body. The hand over his mouth was removed, but quickly replaced by a pair of waiting lips, which the brunette did his best to back away from, but to no avail. His plush lips were captured, and his captors free hand was busy with something unknown to Seto.
The hungry mouth was pulled away, but again replaced by something else. . . and he hadn't realized what that something was, until he breathed. . .
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Oooh, a semi-cliffie!!!
Fun Fact: If you read the first few chapters of this again, you'll realize that Yami's eyes went from violet to ruby. . . isn't that something?
I have also forgotten approximately what time of day it is supposed to be, so we'll estimate some time in the evening. . . that's what I get for waiting so long to update! Expect another update within the next few days! Rate and review!
My review goal is to reach 110 reviews before the next chapter!
