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'
Warnings: This chapter has mentions of rape and abuse. ^^;
A/N: also, if you are familiar with Bakura's past in Ancient Egypt, then you will notice similarities between them :P it just fit so well together i had to put it in ^^~~
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Bakura POV
I pull away from the angel and I try to think of a way to say what I wanted to. How does one put into words their worst fear? I can feel myself shaking slightly thinking back how it happened but amazingly I stop when the prince puts a hand right over where my heart is.
I look into his eyes and I see no fear, just love. How can such an angel love a demon?! I can not even forgive myself for most of the things I have done. I watch him for awhile not thinking about anything. I need to tell him about my past, but how will he react?
We stay staring at each other for quite awhile. The moon was going down now, welcoming the morning. But none of that matters right now. I have to go on.
I pull Ryou to me again and I find myself whispering to him everything.
"I was only eleven when I killed the leader and by tradition, anyone who killed the leader became the leader. But I didn't want it at first, so I ran away. I hated everything the bandits did to me. They abused me, raped me, and laughed at me. But the leader, before I killed him, was the worst. Every night he did the same thing over and over. I felt so helpless and I tried to block it from my mind." I shake my head trying to remove the painful memory from my head, but they kept coming. "It never goes away." Fresh tears formed in my eyes and fell into the angel's silvery hair.
"I couldn't take it anymore. I found myself running through the woods away from the laughter. I came upon a little house in the middle of no where. I stopped in front of it thinking that they would help me." I close my eyes and remember back at that time.
"To my good fortune it was Isis and her brother Malik. They took me in for a couple of years until I was fourteen I suppose. As the years went by, Malik taught me many things about life and death. I learned how to kill without any regret. And that's what I did. After I found the bandits again, I killed most of them. Every single one that had touched me." I could feel the prince tense up in my arms but I just held him tighter. If I stopped now, I wouldn't be able to go on.
"Malik came with me and we gained loyal villagers that lived in the bandit village and we called it our own now. Yeah. This is the same village, but we do not harm innocent people. At least I try to teach that, but sometimes it doesn't get through to some people like Kimin." I almost laugh at that thought and the next one coming.
"About a year later Marik wandered into our village. And well Malik and Marik got a long very well." I snicker at the thought. It was getting easier to tell everything now. I was past the hard part. But I still didn't know what Ryou thought. He hasn't spoken in awhile.
"So when I was sixteen, the villagers named me the king of thieves. I never got caught and I stole everything we needed. I was like a god to them I suppose. It felt right at the time. It has been almost three years since then. I have grown a name for myself in that time. I'm sure you even heard of me in the capital?" I ask the boy in my arms and I lean back to look at him.
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Ryou POV
I can't believe it. Should I believe it? About what happened to him? I think I am in shock. Never did I think that the demon in front of me could go thru something so horrible. I want to tell him everything is okay and nothing will ever happen to him again. But I can't find my voice.
I feel him pull away slightly and I look up into his eyes. The demon's russet colored eyes held no wickedness in them, only sadness. Why was he sad? His memories are of the past, not the present nor the future.
I reach out to run my fingers through his shoulder length white hair. Does he think that will happen again? So many questions I want to ask him.
"Angel?" I hear him call out softly.
I hear all the fear and loneliness in his voice. Is that what this is about? I feel a small smile form upon my lips and I leaned forward to capture his own.
Of course he is surprised but it doesn't matter, right? I could never leave him. I wonder if he feels the same.
"You would never leave me, will you?" I hear him ask me after we pulled apart with our foreheads against each other.
I shake my head.
"Isis once told me something." My dark demon says after awhile. "She told me that everyone is connected by fate. I didn't believe her, but I think I do believe now." I look up into his amused face. He looked like he was thinking about something. "I think she called them red strings of fate or something like that."
"Red strings tied around your fingers are meant for only one person." I hear myself say. I reach down for his hand and bring them up to eye level. I intertwined our fingers around each other's. "Something like this. I remember my mother mention it once a long time ago. I am surprised I remembered it. She told me the red string is meant for our soul mate." I look away from our hands and up at Bakura. I see him with a smile on his face and my heart skips a beat. 'He's so beautiful.' I want to say it. I need to say it. Now.
But I don't get to. It's not fair
Malik comes in and throws down Bakura's weapons next to him.
"We have a problem! There is a troop of about a hundred royal guards and soldiers heading this way! They will be here in about twenty or thirty minutes! Hurry up, thief king, we need you outside!" and Malik runs back out to gather the rest of the villagers.
We both stare at the exit where Malik left. Royal guards? Soliders? What's going on?? Yami said he wouldn't tell father where I was! Unless… Oh my gods!
"We have to go, Bakura! Please!" I beg him to move but he just sits there thinking. So I get up and pull him towards the door. But this only angers him.
"Stop it!" he shouts at me. "I am trying to think! Leave me be!" I turn around to look at him and he tugs his arm out of my hands. "Isis! I know you're here! Get in here!"
Isis hurries thru the door. "How may I help you?" I hear her say. I was really confused. Why was she acting like that? And why did Bakura yell at me?
"Take him and leave. There will be fighting and I don't want either of you in it!" the thief king shouts out his orders to be obeyed. No exceptions.
"But…"I start to say but I stop as I see the demon glare at me.
"You are leaving! I don't want you to get caught in the fighting!" I can tell he is upset but it's not like I am useless! Just like father not to let me prove my self! I glare back at Bakura.
"I'm not useless! I can fight! I have been trained to fight since I was six! I am the only one who is perfect in using bows! You could use my help!" I shout back at Bakura and he looks a little taken back. "What? Didn't think I could be angry?"
Bakura just grins at me and runs out the door. I cross my arms and wait. Where did he go? I look over at Isis, who is trying to hide a smile under her hand. I raise an eyebrow at her and she shrugs as she got herself under control again.
The thief king comes back with a bow and a quiver of arrows. That surprised me. I thought he was going to send me away not let me fight. I look at thief and tilt my head.
"You said you are good with the bow. So here, take it and run away! I do not want you fighting or do I want you injured!" he says fiercely at me but I understand. I don't want him fighting either! I want him to come with me!
I hear Marik call for Isis and she runs out to him.
I lock my gaze with the thief kings and neither of us move for a moment. He turns to leave but I grab his arm, which makes him look back at me. This is my chance! Say it now!
I throw myself into his embrace. "I love you, Bakura! Please come back to me." I say into his chest. I know he heard me because he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head affectionately.
"Of course, my sweet angel. I love you too." He says as he lets me go and leaves me standing there holding back my tears. For the reason that I know they are a sign of weakness. And I don't want to be weak. Not now. Not ever. I have to get away safely.
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Chapter 8!! :D i love this story! and its not even half over! happy?? ^^
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'
Warnings: This chapter has mentions of rape and abuse. ^^;
A/N: also, if you are familiar with Bakura's past in Ancient Egypt, then you will notice similarities between them :P it just fit so well together i had to put it in ^^~~
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Bakura POV
I pull away from the angel and I try to think of a way to say what I wanted to. How does one put into words their worst fear? I can feel myself shaking slightly thinking back how it happened but amazingly I stop when the prince puts a hand right over where my heart is.
I look into his eyes and I see no fear, just love. How can such an angel love a demon?! I can not even forgive myself for most of the things I have done. I watch him for awhile not thinking about anything. I need to tell him about my past, but how will he react?
We stay staring at each other for quite awhile. The moon was going down now, welcoming the morning. But none of that matters right now. I have to go on.
I pull Ryou to me again and I find myself whispering to him everything.
"I was only eleven when I killed the leader and by tradition, anyone who killed the leader became the leader. But I didn't want it at first, so I ran away. I hated everything the bandits did to me. They abused me, raped me, and laughed at me. But the leader, before I killed him, was the worst. Every night he did the same thing over and over. I felt so helpless and I tried to block it from my mind." I shake my head trying to remove the painful memory from my head, but they kept coming. "It never goes away." Fresh tears formed in my eyes and fell into the angel's silvery hair.
"I couldn't take it anymore. I found myself running through the woods away from the laughter. I came upon a little house in the middle of no where. I stopped in front of it thinking that they would help me." I close my eyes and remember back at that time.
"To my good fortune it was Isis and her brother Malik. They took me in for a couple of years until I was fourteen I suppose. As the years went by, Malik taught me many things about life and death. I learned how to kill without any regret. And that's what I did. After I found the bandits again, I killed most of them. Every single one that had touched me." I could feel the prince tense up in my arms but I just held him tighter. If I stopped now, I wouldn't be able to go on.
"Malik came with me and we gained loyal villagers that lived in the bandit village and we called it our own now. Yeah. This is the same village, but we do not harm innocent people. At least I try to teach that, but sometimes it doesn't get through to some people like Kimin." I almost laugh at that thought and the next one coming.
"About a year later Marik wandered into our village. And well Malik and Marik got a long very well." I snicker at the thought. It was getting easier to tell everything now. I was past the hard part. But I still didn't know what Ryou thought. He hasn't spoken in awhile.
"So when I was sixteen, the villagers named me the king of thieves. I never got caught and I stole everything we needed. I was like a god to them I suppose. It felt right at the time. It has been almost three years since then. I have grown a name for myself in that time. I'm sure you even heard of me in the capital?" I ask the boy in my arms and I lean back to look at him.
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Ryou POV
I can't believe it. Should I believe it? About what happened to him? I think I am in shock. Never did I think that the demon in front of me could go thru something so horrible. I want to tell him everything is okay and nothing will ever happen to him again. But I can't find my voice.
I feel him pull away slightly and I look up into his eyes. The demon's russet colored eyes held no wickedness in them, only sadness. Why was he sad? His memories are of the past, not the present nor the future.
I reach out to run my fingers through his shoulder length white hair. Does he think that will happen again? So many questions I want to ask him.
"Angel?" I hear him call out softly.
I hear all the fear and loneliness in his voice. Is that what this is about? I feel a small smile form upon my lips and I leaned forward to capture his own.
Of course he is surprised but it doesn't matter, right? I could never leave him. I wonder if he feels the same.
"You would never leave me, will you?" I hear him ask me after we pulled apart with our foreheads against each other.
I shake my head.
"Isis once told me something." My dark demon says after awhile. "She told me that everyone is connected by fate. I didn't believe her, but I think I do believe now." I look up into his amused face. He looked like he was thinking about something. "I think she called them red strings of fate or something like that."
"Red strings tied around your fingers are meant for only one person." I hear myself say. I reach down for his hand and bring them up to eye level. I intertwined our fingers around each other's. "Something like this. I remember my mother mention it once a long time ago. I am surprised I remembered it. She told me the red string is meant for our soul mate." I look away from our hands and up at Bakura. I see him with a smile on his face and my heart skips a beat. 'He's so beautiful.' I want to say it. I need to say it. Now.
But I don't get to. It's not fair
Malik comes in and throws down Bakura's weapons next to him.
"We have a problem! There is a troop of about a hundred royal guards and soldiers heading this way! They will be here in about twenty or thirty minutes! Hurry up, thief king, we need you outside!" and Malik runs back out to gather the rest of the villagers.
We both stare at the exit where Malik left. Royal guards? Soliders? What's going on?? Yami said he wouldn't tell father where I was! Unless… Oh my gods!
"We have to go, Bakura! Please!" I beg him to move but he just sits there thinking. So I get up and pull him towards the door. But this only angers him.
"Stop it!" he shouts at me. "I am trying to think! Leave me be!" I turn around to look at him and he tugs his arm out of my hands. "Isis! I know you're here! Get in here!"
Isis hurries thru the door. "How may I help you?" I hear her say. I was really confused. Why was she acting like that? And why did Bakura yell at me?
"Take him and leave. There will be fighting and I don't want either of you in it!" the thief king shouts out his orders to be obeyed. No exceptions.
"But…"I start to say but I stop as I see the demon glare at me.
"You are leaving! I don't want you to get caught in the fighting!" I can tell he is upset but it's not like I am useless! Just like father not to let me prove my self! I glare back at Bakura.
"I'm not useless! I can fight! I have been trained to fight since I was six! I am the only one who is perfect in using bows! You could use my help!" I shout back at Bakura and he looks a little taken back. "What? Didn't think I could be angry?"
Bakura just grins at me and runs out the door. I cross my arms and wait. Where did he go? I look over at Isis, who is trying to hide a smile under her hand. I raise an eyebrow at her and she shrugs as she got herself under control again.
The thief king comes back with a bow and a quiver of arrows. That surprised me. I thought he was going to send me away not let me fight. I look at thief and tilt my head.
"You said you are good with the bow. So here, take it and run away! I do not want you fighting or do I want you injured!" he says fiercely at me but I understand. I don't want him fighting either! I want him to come with me!
I hear Marik call for Isis and she runs out to him.
I lock my gaze with the thief kings and neither of us move for a moment. He turns to leave but I grab his arm, which makes him look back at me. This is my chance! Say it now!
I throw myself into his embrace. "I love you, Bakura! Please come back to me." I say into his chest. I know he heard me because he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head affectionately.
"Of course, my sweet angel. I love you too." He says as he lets me go and leaves me standing there holding back my tears. For the reason that I know they are a sign of weakness. And I don't want to be weak. Not now. Not ever. I have to get away safely.
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Chapter 8!! :D i love this story! and its not even half over! happy?? ^^