Intertwined by Fate
by duenna
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or anything to do with it. *sigh*
Summery: AU ~ BxR ~ A runaway prince out in search for his birth mother runs into a gang of thieves. Bakura, the king of thieves, finds Ryou, the prince. What will happen now? ^^~
this is a BakuraxRyou fic ^^ I just love those two!! =^.^=~~
"speech"
'thoughts'
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Ryou POV
We reached the camp, as they called it, in a few minutes. It looked like a miniature village. Not quite a city, not quite a camp. There were chickens running all over the place. As well as dogs and cats. There were children playing in the streets or what ever you wished to call them. Roads perhaps? I was astonished at the sight.
We made our way to the middle of the thief village, or camp as they called it, and Bakura slid down his horse and held his hand out for me. I looked down at him as he smiled up at me. I guessed that was all I needed. So I took his hand and he helped me down. A teenage boy took charge of the horse we were riding and the king of thieves led me into a rather large tent? Or was it a house? I couldn't really tell.
"Oi! Marik! Where are you?" Bakura yelled out.
"Hold on!" came the reply. I was curious to who this Marik person is. What was he to Bakura?? Was I worried? Yes. The thief hadn't let go of my hand yet so I came up close behind him and peered beside his side around the house.
It was rather plain for a thief king. Maybe this wasn't his home? I didn't know. I heard foot steps coming down the flight of stairs near the far wall. A golden blonde appeared. No. Make that two of them. I tilted my head a notch and studied them. They were holding hands. Yay. Bakura was all mine. I held on to Bakura's arm with my other hand then winced as I remembered that it was the injured arm I just moved. The thief must have heard me because he looked down at me and frowned.
"What's wrong?" He had asked looking concerned. I shook my head but he didn't stop looking at me. So I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes hoping the pain would go away.
It didn't.
"Malik! Where is Isis??"
"What do you need her for? She is helping a pregnant mother. She said not to disturb her." Malik answered.
"So we found other things to entertain ourselves with." Marik finished and Malik blushed slightly and grinned over at his equal beside him.
I opened an eye to watch them. I was envious of them. Would the king of thieves claim me as his own? Does he even want me like that? Or am I just a conquest for him? I sighed into Bakura's arm and he noticed. Great.
"Fine. Tell her to come to my humble dwelling when she is finished." And he spun around and pulled me with him. Still holding onto my hand as if he never intended to let go, we came to another house like place. It was a bit bigger then the other one. I liked it.
Bakura pulled me close to him and smiled. "Welcome home, little angel." I felt myself blush a deep crimson as he lifted me up in his arms and walked into the house. I didn't know what to expect so I looked around the house-tent and was amazed yet again. Now this looked like a home for a king of thieves.
The thief set me gently down in a pile of pillows and I looked up at him. His gaze was intense and it held my eyes. I could not look away. He had hands on the floor on each side of me, as if he was holding me here so I couldn't escape. Not that I wanted to anyways. We sat there just staring at each other. Soaking in each other's gaze. I felt my heart beat speed up.
Bakura lifted his hand slowly and untied my cloak yet again. But this time I didn't try to stop him. I let it fall to the cushion of pillows behind me and he leaned towards me. I felt his lips brush mine and then they engulfed me. I felt my arms react. They wrapped themselves around the thief's neck pulling him closer to me. Bakura responded as he fell upon me, covering me with his warmth.
He brushed his tongue over my lips begging for entrance. I pulled apart my lips and his tongue rushed in my mouth. It was a pleasurable experience. His tongue explored my mouth anxiously as if he couldn't get enough.
We broke apart to catch our breath. I never felt his before. What was it? Love? Lust? All I knew is that I never wanted to leave his embrace.
It was starting to get hot in the tent-house because I was starting to sweat. I notice the thief still had his cloak on so I did him a favor and took it off him. He smirked at me but I just smiled back innocently. But I doubt he believed the innocent smile. I started to pull his shirt off as well. But it was kind of difficult when one hand, the other one still hurt to move it.
"Need any help, little angel?" I decided I liked the nickname he gave me. I should give him one too. Dark demon seemed to fit him. I wonder if he will like it.
"Yes, my dark demon." This time it was my turn to smirk at him. He raised an eye brow but didn't complain. Guess he didn't mind after all. He proceeded with his shirt and threw it behind him. He claimed my lips again before I could say anything about my own shirt.
He kissed along my chin and my neck. I groaned in pleasure. I never wanted him to stop. I felt Bakura start to lift me up to pull my silken shirt off. Of course I let him. He hovered above me. I blushed under his russet gaze.
"You are beautiful, little angel." His fingers explored my chest and slid down my stomach, but stopped before they got any further. He looked back up at me. Was he waiting for me to tell him to go on? What would I say? I guess I don't say anything so I just smiled at him and he smiled back. The thief started to undo the strings in my pants when a knock came.
We both froze and looked at each other. I swore I heard Bakura growl under his breath. I wanted to as well. I remained quiet. The thief leaned over and kissed me solidly. Then he stood up and walked over to the door. He leaned against the door frame in nothing but his pants.
"What do you want, Kimin?" I shook at the name. I was sure that is what they guy who shot me with the arrow was named. And by the dangerously low sound in Bakura's voice, I was sure it was the same guy.
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Bunny Meatball: yay another reviewer!! ^^ nah Yami is full human! i will reveal all about Yami's mother and Ryou's mother in future chapters! dont worry!! glad you like the story!! ^^~
yay! i had to upload this chapter! im sure a lot of you will love reading this one!! hehe enjoy! ja ne! ^^~~
by duenna
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or anything to do with it. *sigh*
Summery: AU ~ BxR ~ A runaway prince out in search for his birth mother runs into a gang of thieves. Bakura, the king of thieves, finds Ryou, the prince. What will happen now? ^^~
this is a BakuraxRyou fic ^^ I just love those two!! =^.^=~~
"speech"
'thoughts'
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Ryou POV
We reached the camp, as they called it, in a few minutes. It looked like a miniature village. Not quite a city, not quite a camp. There were chickens running all over the place. As well as dogs and cats. There were children playing in the streets or what ever you wished to call them. Roads perhaps? I was astonished at the sight.
We made our way to the middle of the thief village, or camp as they called it, and Bakura slid down his horse and held his hand out for me. I looked down at him as he smiled up at me. I guessed that was all I needed. So I took his hand and he helped me down. A teenage boy took charge of the horse we were riding and the king of thieves led me into a rather large tent? Or was it a house? I couldn't really tell.
"Oi! Marik! Where are you?" Bakura yelled out.
"Hold on!" came the reply. I was curious to who this Marik person is. What was he to Bakura?? Was I worried? Yes. The thief hadn't let go of my hand yet so I came up close behind him and peered beside his side around the house.
It was rather plain for a thief king. Maybe this wasn't his home? I didn't know. I heard foot steps coming down the flight of stairs near the far wall. A golden blonde appeared. No. Make that two of them. I tilted my head a notch and studied them. They were holding hands. Yay. Bakura was all mine. I held on to Bakura's arm with my other hand then winced as I remembered that it was the injured arm I just moved. The thief must have heard me because he looked down at me and frowned.
"What's wrong?" He had asked looking concerned. I shook my head but he didn't stop looking at me. So I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes hoping the pain would go away.
It didn't.
"Malik! Where is Isis??"
"What do you need her for? She is helping a pregnant mother. She said not to disturb her." Malik answered.
"So we found other things to entertain ourselves with." Marik finished and Malik blushed slightly and grinned over at his equal beside him.
I opened an eye to watch them. I was envious of them. Would the king of thieves claim me as his own? Does he even want me like that? Or am I just a conquest for him? I sighed into Bakura's arm and he noticed. Great.
"Fine. Tell her to come to my humble dwelling when she is finished." And he spun around and pulled me with him. Still holding onto my hand as if he never intended to let go, we came to another house like place. It was a bit bigger then the other one. I liked it.
Bakura pulled me close to him and smiled. "Welcome home, little angel." I felt myself blush a deep crimson as he lifted me up in his arms and walked into the house. I didn't know what to expect so I looked around the house-tent and was amazed yet again. Now this looked like a home for a king of thieves.
The thief set me gently down in a pile of pillows and I looked up at him. His gaze was intense and it held my eyes. I could not look away. He had hands on the floor on each side of me, as if he was holding me here so I couldn't escape. Not that I wanted to anyways. We sat there just staring at each other. Soaking in each other's gaze. I felt my heart beat speed up.
Bakura lifted his hand slowly and untied my cloak yet again. But this time I didn't try to stop him. I let it fall to the cushion of pillows behind me and he leaned towards me. I felt his lips brush mine and then they engulfed me. I felt my arms react. They wrapped themselves around the thief's neck pulling him closer to me. Bakura responded as he fell upon me, covering me with his warmth.
He brushed his tongue over my lips begging for entrance. I pulled apart my lips and his tongue rushed in my mouth. It was a pleasurable experience. His tongue explored my mouth anxiously as if he couldn't get enough.
We broke apart to catch our breath. I never felt his before. What was it? Love? Lust? All I knew is that I never wanted to leave his embrace.
It was starting to get hot in the tent-house because I was starting to sweat. I notice the thief still had his cloak on so I did him a favor and took it off him. He smirked at me but I just smiled back innocently. But I doubt he believed the innocent smile. I started to pull his shirt off as well. But it was kind of difficult when one hand, the other one still hurt to move it.
"Need any help, little angel?" I decided I liked the nickname he gave me. I should give him one too. Dark demon seemed to fit him. I wonder if he will like it.
"Yes, my dark demon." This time it was my turn to smirk at him. He raised an eye brow but didn't complain. Guess he didn't mind after all. He proceeded with his shirt and threw it behind him. He claimed my lips again before I could say anything about my own shirt.
He kissed along my chin and my neck. I groaned in pleasure. I never wanted him to stop. I felt Bakura start to lift me up to pull my silken shirt off. Of course I let him. He hovered above me. I blushed under his russet gaze.
"You are beautiful, little angel." His fingers explored my chest and slid down my stomach, but stopped before they got any further. He looked back up at me. Was he waiting for me to tell him to go on? What would I say? I guess I don't say anything so I just smiled at him and he smiled back. The thief started to undo the strings in my pants when a knock came.
We both froze and looked at each other. I swore I heard Bakura growl under his breath. I wanted to as well. I remained quiet. The thief leaned over and kissed me solidly. Then he stood up and walked over to the door. He leaned against the door frame in nothing but his pants.
"What do you want, Kimin?" I shook at the name. I was sure that is what they guy who shot me with the arrow was named. And by the dangerously low sound in Bakura's voice, I was sure it was the same guy.
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Bunny Meatball: yay another reviewer!! ^^ nah Yami is full human! i will reveal all about Yami's mother and Ryou's mother in future chapters! dont worry!! glad you like the story!! ^^~
yay! i had to upload this chapter! im sure a lot of you will love reading this one!! hehe enjoy! ja ne! ^^~~