Chapter 4: The Flower Garden.

P. Q. : For a few days, I was unable to login to and therefore, was unable to update any of my fics. But now the problem seems to be fixed, so now I'm back! Yippie! Anyway, here is the long awaited chap 4 of "Bakura and The Rose". This is where the romance is supposed to come in, if it goes according to plan. Enjoy! Anything I else I forgot to mention? Oh, yes! Thanks for the reviews! Here are some treats... (P.Q. hands out your fave candy...!)

ALA (AnimeLoverAngel): Yes, I thought the sex closet would be a creative touch..
OWO (O.owickedo.O): I like this story too! I'm usually not good with funny stuff, I don't think anyway, but I do try! Glad you liked!
YDCT (YourDreamComeTrue): Haaallo! Hmmm...the doll? Perhaps...

Disclaimer: Kazuki "K.T." Takahashi, '96'. 'Nough said.

Summary: When we last saw Bakura, he was harassing Joey and Ryou, and then went for a walk in the city. The strange thing is, that he walked onto an empty plot of land and somehow ended up in a flower garden that belonged to some girl. But who is this girl? Where did this flower garden come from? No one really knows...it's like the jelly-beans. They're still a mystery...
...Divider Thingy...

Bakura sat crossed legged in the middle of the flower garden with his eyes closed, thinking. Unaware of where he was even at. For some reason, during his walk around the city, his thoughts had drifted off to a far, distant place. It was a dry, hot, sandy place where not much ever seemed to grow. Including his family, unfortunetly. For him, this place was known...as home. It was his village, Kuru Elruna, Egypt.

Bakura, eyes still closed, inhaled and exhaled deeply, almost as if he were meditating, letting his mind wander back to his ancient time...

The person watching him moved quietly over to a nearby bench and poured a glass of water, in case Bakura were thirsty after his...meditating, and waited. It was a good 20 minutes later when Bakura finally opened his eyes and realized where he'd been. "UH!" he gasped, getting quickly to his feet. "Where am I?" he asked, looking around. "What am I doing here?" "You tell me." He heard a sweet, young voice say from behind him. He whirled around quickly to face whomever the voice belonged to.

Standing there before him, was a girl he guessed to probably be around Ryou's age, with long, flowing auburn hair that reach down almost to her knees and sparkling light blue eyes. Bakura sighed. First the doll..now the girl...what next? What was it with the color blue today? Bakura was starting to get pretty tired of the color blue. 'I knew I should've stayed inside the Ring today.' he told himself, doubling his fists, just in case. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I think," she said, putting a finger to her lip, "that you'd better tell me who you are. After all, you are in my garden."

Bakura clenched his fists even tighter. His patience was growing thing. "I don't have to answer to you," he said angrily, "if anything, you should be answering to me! Now, who are you and what am I doing here?" "If you don't have to answer to me," she said with smile on her face, "then I see no reason why I should have to answer to you." "Why you little bi..." he started to say, but she stopped him. "Water?" she asked, handing it out to him for him to take. "What?" he asked confussed. "I asked if you wanted some water."

"Stupid girl! I know what you asked. But no. I don't need you water." "Very well then." she said, walking back over towards the bench. "I just thought maybe you'd be thirsty after your meditating." "I wasn't meditating!" he yelled. "Well, then," she said turning back to face him, "what were you doing?" "I was-" he stopped. She folding her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Mm-hmm?" she asked, waiting. "I was...thinking." Bakura replied. "Mmm." she mulled it over for a few seconds, then handed out the glass of water. "Drink?" she asked. 'Who is this girl?' Bakura wondered. 'And why is she playing with me?'

"I already told you, I don't-" but suddenly, something hit Bakura like a tidal wave. He was thirsty! 'It must've been all that walking I did!' he realized. He reach out to take the glass, but the girl pulled it back. "Your name." she said quickly. Bakura sighed and withdrew his hand. "My name is Bakura." "Bakura?" the girl said slowly. She handed the glass out to Bakura, but this time she let him take it. He drank it quickly. "Bakura?" she repeated, thinking it over. "Now where have I heard that name before, Bakura?" Bakura guzzled the water, then tossed the glass to the side. Then the girls eye lit up. Not literally of course...

"Ah, yes! I do know who you are!" she exclaimed excitedly, picking up the glass and setting it back down on the bench. "You're Bakura! The infamous tomb robber known as Akefia, the Thief King!" "Wha-!" Bakura gasped, stepping back. 'How does this girl know that? I've never told anyone from this time that my alias was Akefia! Just who is this girl?' Bakura decided he didn't want to stick around to find out. She might have strange mind reading powers and the last thing he needed was for some female, to read his mind. "I'm leaving." he said quickly, turning to leave. Then ten slender fingers wrapped themselves around his left wrist.

"But why?" the girl asked. "You just got here." "I know," he said sarcastically. "and it stinks here. So I'm leaving." 'There,' he thought. 'after insulting her precious flower garden, she's sure to let go of my wrist. Females are so over sensitive about these stupid things.' "You don't have to go, do you?" she asked, eyes shimmering. Bakura turned around and glared at her. "Stupid girl!" he said, putting his right hand over hers. "Of course, I have to go. I have things to do!" Bakura pulled her hand off his wrist and started walking away. "Like what?" she asked, lifting her dress off the ground so she wouldn't trip over it. "Rape Ryou?" Bakura stopped, turned around, and gave her an evil, threatening look.

"Look, you," he said, angrily, glenching his fist. "I'm leaving! So just shut up, and leave me alone!" The girl looked down at the ground. "Very well," she said, evenly. "you may leave." "I intend to." Bakura replied snootily. The girl waited until Bakura's back was turned, then knelt down, and began weeding her garden. Humming as she did so. The tune she was humming sounded very familiar to Bakura, and he stopped to listen. 'I know I know that tune,' he told himself, racking his brain. 'but from where?' The girl glanced up at him, smiling. She could tell he was thinking it over. 'He'll be back.' she thought, continuing to weed her garden. 'After all, he's just as curious as Ryou...' "Hmm, hmmm, hmm, hmmmm..." she hummed.

'Like I really want to do this...' Bakura sighed, turning around and walking back over to her. "You, girl," he said, looking down at her. "what are you humming?" "Oh," she said, yanking out another weed. "it's a lullaby." Bakura let out an exasperated sigh, and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I know it's a lullaby," he huffed. "but which one?" "I thought you were leaving." she said, looking up at him, her blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "I was, but I changed my mind for the moment. Now tell me what lullaby you were singing." Bakura said impatiently. "Why should I tell you?" she asked, curiously. "I want to know." Bakura snapped at her.

The girl sighed and yanked out a weed. "It was one my mother used to sing to me when I was little." she told him, yanking out yet another weed. "Your...mother?" he asked slowly, getting on his knees so that he would be at eye level with the auburn haired girl. "Yes," she said, waving a weed at him. "my mother. Everyone has a mother or else they wouldn't be born." "I guess," Bakura said slowly, thinking it over. "but don't they need a father as well?" The girl looked at him and smiled. "Why yes. I believe you're right." she said standing and walking back over to the bench. Bakura stood and followed her. "So," he asked, not being able to help himself. "you're mother, where is she?"

"Oh," said the blue eyed girl, whiping her hands on her apron. "I lost her some time ago." "Oh," sighed Bakura, leaning against the bench and looking at the dirt beneath his feet. "I see." "And yours?" the girl asked. "My mother was.." Bakura started, but then he caught himself. 'I can't tell this girl that! What was I thinking!' he gasped. 'It's none of her business!' "None of your business!" he snapped, quickly. "I see," said the girl, picking up a flower that still needed to be planted. "she was killed." Bakura stood upright as though he had just been struck by a bolt of lightening. "How did you know that?" he demanded quickly, ready to grab the girl and strangle her.

"I could tell. It was in your voice." 'My voice?' Bakura thought, still shocked by what the girl said. 'How could my voice have told her? I've trained my voice not to show any other emotion other than hate! How could my voice have given it away?' "I've gotta go." said Bakura, walking away quickly. The girl laughed an amused sort of laugh. "Coward." she giggled. 'Coward?' Bakura thought, stopping in his tracks. That was something Pharaoh Atem (a.k.a. Yami or Yami-Yugi) always called him. 'Oh, no!' Bakura thought, doubling his fists. 'Just because the Pharaoh can get away with calling me a coward, doesn't mean this girl can! No one calls me a coward!' Bakura stomped back over to her, prepared to punch her.

The girl just stood there, smiling at the angry spirit. Bakura drew back his fist. 'I don't normally make it a habit to hit girls,' he thought to himself. 'but there's something about this one that I don't like.' But before Bakura could throw his punch, the girl with auburn hair and light blue eyes spoke:

"You are the flower
The one that has been wilted
Changed by times evil"

Bakura lowered his fist, and blinked at her in utter confussion. "What!" he asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" The girl continued smiling at him and giggled. "It's a Haiku." she told him, stepping closer. "A form of poetry." Bakura stared at her. "No it's not!" he exclaimed. "Poetry rhymes!" "Not all poetry." she said, stepping even closer. "Nonsense!" Bakura exclaimed, stepping back. "All poetry has to rhyme. Otherwise, it couldn't be considered poetry." "Is that so?" she asked, getting eye to eye with the pale skinned, white haired, chocolate eyed thief king. "Y-yes." he said nervously, taking another step back.

"Funny," she said smiling, throwing her arms around Bakuras neck. "you don't seem like the type who would know anything about poetry." "Well, I-I do!" he stuttered, feeling almost hypnotized by the girls crystal blue eyes. "I-I-I know plenty...about poetry..." "Mm-hmm?" she asked. "Well, then, let's hear what you've got, handsome." "Well, uhm," said Bakura, trying to think. It wasn't easy with her arms wrapped around him and her steady gaze boring holes in his forehead. Not that they could really, since his forehead was mostly covered by his long, silky white bangs. But still... "Could you not look at me?" he asked irritatedly. "Why," the girl asked. "I thought you liked being looked at?"

"Uh, uhm, well, I-I do." Bakura stuttered. "But you're making it difficult for me to think." "Am I?" she asked innocently. "Y-yes." "Would it help if I closed my eyes?" "Maybe." So the girl closed her eyes. "That better?" she asked him. "Much." he replied, thankful that he could no longer see her blue eyes staring at him. "I'm still waiting." she said. "Waiting?" he asked. "For what?" "I still want to hear what you consider poetry." "Oh, that." he said, rolling his eyes and looking around. "Uhm..." 'There's a lot of pink around here...' he thought. '...I've got it!' "Alright, sistah! I've got it!" Bakura cleared his throat and began:

"There are a lot of flowers here,
That are pink.
Mess with me,
And I'll wash you down the sink!"

Bakura smiled and laughed at his poem. "Well?" he asked the girl. "How was it?" She just gave him a look that said, "You call that poetry?" Bakura frowned. "What? Not good enough? Alright... I'll try again...

"There are morning hues
Of oranges, golds, and blues
There is beauty, but 'tis far and few
The air is sweet, as the sun laps up the morning dew
A Starling nestles in a tree
Oh, how I long to be that free
To spread my wings and fly
And know that my spirit could never die
To feel the wind beneath my wings
As mother nature, sweetly sings
If I were up, I'd never come down
My feet would never touch the ground
I'd sore high above the heavens
Higher than any raven
Perhaps so high, that I'd see my family again
Who were slain by evil men
It would be grand to drift off to dreamless sleep
To heal the wound in my heart that has grown so deep
To break these chains
And not kill in vain
But at last, such is not meant to be
Oh, how I wish, that I could be free"

The girl looked up at Bakura with tears in her eyes. "Th-that was beautiful Bakura." she sobbed. Bakura, without realizing it, put his arms around her slender waist and smiled proudly. "Of course, it was!" he beamed. "I came up with it! Why wouldn't it-" "Bakura," the girl said, whiping away a tear. "Hmm?" he asked, looking down at her. "Shut up." she said, taking his face in her hands and pulling him towards her, until her lips dominated his in a very hot, passionate kiss. "Mmm."said Bakura, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist and kissing her back.

'Wait a minute!' he thought suddenly. 'What am I doing, kissing a female? I'm not straight! I'm GAY! And more importantly, why am I letting her kiss me!' Bakura felt like pushing the girl away and running, yet he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he continued hugging and kissing on her. Bakura's head was beginning to spin. 'What the hell's wrong with me?' he cursed mentally at himself. 'I've got to get away before-' But Bakura's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the girl with auburn hair pushing him roughly to the ground. "What?" he asked, feeling kinda dazed. "Why did you-"

Before Bakura could finish his question, the girl with auburn haired draped herself over his chest, tucked her slender fingers between the buttons on his shirt, and began to run them gently over his collar bone. Bakura felt his body tense at the girls touch. 'What is this girl doing to me?' he worried. 'Why am I letting her touch me?' Bakura looked down at the girl draped over his upper half and saw that she was undoing all of the buttons on his shirt. "Uhm, maybe we should-" he started to say, but stopped, feeling something wet glid up his neck and behind his right ear.

"Ohh.." he moaned, sticking his neck out a little more, unable to stop himself. "Hmm." the girl giggled, as she nibbled on Bakuras neck. "Hey!" Bakura exclaimed, feeling the girls tongue glide up and down behind his right ear. "That tickled!" "It was supposed to." said the girl smiling, and opening Bakura's shirt to expose his smooth, ivory chest. "And just what do you think you're doing now?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well, I could say," said the girl, putting a finger to her lip. "but, that would be telling, wouldn't it?" "You're seducing me." he told her. The girl smiled and shrugged.

"Could be..." she said innocently, running her fingers down Bakura's stomach and sliding them under his belt. "Hey!" he snapped, grabbing her hand and removing it from under his belt. "None of that!" The girl just stared at him with innocent baby blue eyes, then leaned forward, and liplocked him. 'You're not going to get out of it that easily Bakura.' she thought, moving her hand downward. 'You owe me... and I intend to collect...' Bakura had been so distracted by the kiss, that he hadn't noticed the girl had removed his belt, tossed it to the side, and unzipped his fly. At least not until she pulled away from him...

"My belt!" he gasped. "Why you-" Bakura stopped and glared at her. "You sly little vixen!" "Takes one to catch one, doesn't it?" she asked with a smile. Bakura just lay flat on his back, glaring at her, and letting her touch him. 'Damn, my liking being touched.' he cursed at himself. 'Damn it to Ra, Hades, and... and... and McDonalds!' The girl ran her fingertips down Bakura's stomach to his fly and fondled him. 'Oooh! Damn it!' he thought, through gritted teeth. 'She's getting me all excited! Ohhh!' The girl kissed on it for a few moments, before sitting on it. "UHHH!" Bakura gasped, sitting up on his elbows in shock. 'She's sitting on me! There's a female, sitting on me!'

If Bakura weren't seeing it, or feeling it, for himself, he never would've believed it. 'Well,' he thought, closing his eyes, folding his arms under his head, and laying back down. 'it's not like I'm -Ooh! Ahh!- enjoying it.' 'This is what you owe me...' the girl thought. '...for attempting to drown me...' And her blue eyes, sparkled...

...Divider Thingy...

Sorry if I got the name of Bakura's village wrong. The info on Bakura I found on the internet, so it may not be exactly accurate. So tell me, whatchya guys/girls think of Bakura's poems? Interesting, huh? Oh, yeah. One more thing...I dedicate this chapter to my three reviewers:

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