Author's note: Yep, two in one day. :D It's Misaki's birthday, so I wrote her some Geminishipping - this pairing seems to be quite popular amongst my friends, though I'm fond of it myself. :x So, happy birthday, hun.
Pairing: Thief King Bakura x Yami no Bakura.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yuugiou, or the characters.
Rating: PG-13.
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Number Your Stars
Once, the thief had told him to look at the stars, and to look hard – Bakura had been perplexed and curious all at once; the idea was so odd. What secrecy did stars hold that the human race knew nothing of? The thief had told him that they had seen the ages pass; that they had seen the sky shatter to the earth and then re-piece itself; that the stars had witnessed the clashing of moon and sun during the darkest ons of life itself.
Bakura didn't believe any of it, of course.
Old folks' tales were what he had written them off as – idiotic ways to explain the earth's existence and how humanity had come into being. The thief had chuckled at Bakura, earning a scowl in return for his ridicule.
Bakura's goal in life had once been to eliminate an ancient ruler; the ruler of his country of origin. The rage and insatiable thirst for revenge had driven him almost to the point of madness – that was when he'd discovered he had another side; another personality. The thief had shown up out of nowhere, laughing hollowly, often hissing dark tales of death within Bakura's ear, voice laced with hatred for the nameless pharaoh.
Those fables of the shadowed deaths his kin had suffered gradually began to eat away at his mind; the moment he had snapped had been the same moment the thief had chosen to act: not a word had been uttered before those enticing lips had covered his own, and he was suddenly incapable of a coherent train of thought.
That first kiss had taken his breath away.
From there on out, things had progressed; Bakura fell victim to the thief's every sexual whim, and became the thief's escape – his last view of reality, as he knew it. If the thief was agitated, he sought Bakura out to drain his excess energy from him; the best remedy was to claim what he craved, what he wanted.
There had come a day when the thief had whispered to Bakura, "Number your stars, Bakura – I'm not always going to be around to count them for you."
Bakura had clenched his jaw and responded stiffly, "I never wanted or needed you count stars, whoever you are." The thief had chuckled lightly, dismissing it with a light nip to Bakura's throat.
"In time, weakling. In time." That had indicated the end of the conversation, and they had never again spoken of a time when Bakura would be without the thief.
As each had learned, the stars ruled them both.
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A/N: That's all from me for a while - I have a few assignments due this week, so don't expect anything from me for a bit. I'll be back, but for now, break. :D Thanks for reading, my gangstas.