Oh the tangled web that is weaved! This chapter revolves around Cirquet's birth oh and there's another little interaction with Bakura (I could just squeeze him if he wasn't so evil!)
I don't own Yu Gi Oh! (Lawsuits, a web more tangled than any mystery novel could provide).
"I got it; I think I know what this is all about. Oh but Ryou, I don't anything about her past, or what I have to do with it?" Cirquet mumbled.
Ryou looked at her rather puzzled, "Her, who is 'her'?"
"That's the thing Ryou, I don't know. I know absolutely nothing about her, but I know all this is happening because of her."
Ryou was far beyond confused. "Her, happening, what is going on Cirquet?"
'I think your friend is well past losing her mind,' Bakura snickered. Ryou ignored his yami; he was starting to worry that he might hurt her especially after some of the images that Bakura "accidentally" let slip into his light's mind.
"Oh Ryou!" she said embracing him in a tight hug causing him to blush, "I really need to figure this out," she sighed smiling at Ryou's blush.
"I'm sure you'll figure it."
Cirquet remained silent for a while just sitting on the bench, when she finally got up and grabbed Bakura's hand lifting him up as well.
"Will you come with me?" she asked, she just didn't want to be alone.
"Sure," he blushed. 'While you're at it Little Ryou why don't you just kiss her,' Ryou blushed even brighter at his yami's comment.
"So I never got to ask, if everything is all right, you know with your other side?" she asked pointing to Ryou's chest were the ring lay hidden.
"Oh, uh…well," Ryou fumbled around for the words.
"Does he dress you?" she asked. She never thought Ryou would be the leather wearer, but after her last visit, she wasn't quite sure if it was the other Ryou or her friend Ryou.
"…uh…well, I let him chose what we want to wear." 'You "let" me chose Ryou,' Bakura mocked.
"So what's his name?" Cirquet asked trying hard not to make Ryou upset.
"I, I…" Ryou stopped short.
The hairs on the back of Cirquet's neck rose as the same darkness from the other day appeared in Ryou.
"Well if you want to know my name you should ask me personally," Bakura smirked, giving Cirquet a not so pleasant stare. She stopped in her tracks wondering just how to handle the situation.
"Now, now you're not going to call your friends are you, at least not in public."
Cirquet starred at him, her anger rising as he continued to mock her. Her eyes dulled again to a dark green, her own powers growing more and more. Bakura sensed it, he was beginning to think that she didn't care enough not to bring out her dragons. He had pried a little into Ryou's own thoughts about the girl, she had never really been around this many people before, and he didn't know what she was capable of. It still didn't keep him from pulling one last stunt.
"My name is Bakura, the King of Thieves," he said, giving her a kiss on the lips before letting Ryou have control. It was Ryou who broke the kiss. He looked up at Cirquet, slightly confused and blushing a deep scarlet. Cirquet was no different, her green eyes were bright, swirling with confuse while a pale blush set across her face. The two turned away from each other, their first, initiated by a psychopath.
"Well, your friend…"
"I'm sorry! Sorry about him, I didn't think he would do something like that," Bakura said his eyes lowered in shame.
"No it's all right Ryou, Bakura huh?"
Ryou simply nodded his head. The two walked in an awkward silence.
"Hey did, did my brothers ever tell you the story about my birth?" she asked.
Ryou blushed; he just thought that Grego and Matrade, well you know. "No," he shook his head trying to rid his mind of the thought.
"I thought so; I don't think your father knew either."
Bakura looked at her slightly puzzled.
"Would you like me to tell you it? Who knows maybe it will help me figure out who she is?"
"Well if it will help," he smiled. There was something to Cirquet that Ryou had always liked, and he would do almost anything for her. But it dawned on him that he really didn't know much about Cirquet, like what she did when he wasn't staying with her family what her life was like after his mother death. It seemed strange because the two had been with each other since birth, Cirquet, being a year older, helped him out and stood up for him. They even had a lot in common like the love of games and the more morbid of rituals. They both possed the same dark heart, but sought to help others. Ryou even knew about her "friends" but nothing else, like what was going on right now.
"Well let's see, it actually takes place about a year or so before my birth," Cirquet thought out loud, biting her finger, a habit of hers.
"My father was sponsoring another archeological dig tin the old Mesopotamian valley. Malachi was the one leading the project and his team had been there for quite a while. Malachi had found nothing of any importance, a couple of broken tablets and empty rooms. My father wanted results, you know he's rather impatient, and he wanted Malachi's expertise in Egypt, I think this was before he made your father head of the Egyptian team. Malachi kept promising that they were close to finding something, he kept asking for more time and money," Cirquet smiled at the thought of Malachi begging to her father. "So my father went down to the valley to see the ruin himself, he was going to give Malachi the amount of time he stayed there to find something, or else he would give the project over to another sponsor. Basically Malachi had three months to find something. I guess it's pretty safe to say he was desperate. He started going back to the empty rooms to find something he might have missed, and sure enough he found something. He told me that when they first found the room he though the story on the walls was just a legend of some local god, but he found another room with the same story and realized it was a record of an actual event."
Ryou saw the excitement rise in Cirquet as she continued on.
"Well he told me about the record. It was about a young queen who had ruled over the valley. She was the kindest in the land who controlled darkness to bring life to her village. But one day her valley was attacked by the west, she fought long and hard to ensure the safety of her land. They won, but at the cost of their queen's life. She had been captured, and killed for being a sorceress," Cirquet sighed nothing had come into mind to help her with this problem.
"The villagers found her body and buried her in the ruins as a goddess. 'Six minions of darkness lay around her,' at least that's what Malachi said. When my father arrived they had found the room where the queen's body was buried, along with six large black eggs. Malachi showed my father the room, he went in alone one night and the door collapsed. I don't know if it was because he was delusional or if it really happened," Cirquet paused.
"Cirquet?"
"…But…he swears that he saw the queen."
"A ghost?"
"I don'tknow," she shrugged, "But she told him that our family would live in immortality if he named his next child after her, and if he took the eggs with him. So nine months later I was born, Asbury-Cirquet Saburo Circe, her name was Saburo Cirquet."
"And the dragons?"
"A part of my life I use to hide because they scared so many people. Ryou thanks," Cirquet smiled.
"Your welcome."
Cirquet kissed his cheek, and took off.
"Where are you going?" he called out with a blush across his face.
"To talk to someone who might know who I am!" she yelled out with a bright smile on her face.
