Disclaimer- I still don't own it, but one day I shall buy it like when the copyright has been taken off of it.
Me- OMG! This is the worst thing to ever happen! It's been forever!
Myself- Took you long enough to realize this.
Me- So wanted this out like months ago. We should be more on chap 10 then anything! ::sob::
Myself- You haven't even written chapter 10.
Me- He, he your right.
I- Wow Me you are getting so bad at updating.
Me- I blame all my classes and getting other things done for school. Not to mention keeping a social life and trying to gain a romantic life.
I- Still you're to blame for this
Me- WHAT! You've been talking to Myself again haven't you?
Myself- I don't like talking to her so I have yet to say a nice thing to her.
I- Nope felt like being evil.
Me- Then I am going to be just as evil! ::chases her around with a cast iron cookie sheet::
I- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING? ::runs away::
Myself- That would be inevitability.
Me- Onto the fic!
Souls and Hearts
Chap 6- I'm Not Who I Was
"Bakura please just vacuum the rug in the living room." Ryou pleaded waving around the feather duster currently in his hand.
"I'm not in the mood for simple house cleaning. It degrades my thieving abilities." Bakura growled stomping off into the room he was supposed to help clean. Bakura let gravity take over and fell on the couch staring at some interesting patch of blue in the sky. Ryou huffed and continued dusting in the parlor cursing Bakura in his best English. Bakura was in another one of his moods which were not surprising, a particularly stubborn mood at that. What got to Ryou was that this particular kind of mood only happened once a year and only a certain day of the year. Originally the idea was that he had some sort of spirit PMS but Yugi's confirmation that Yami never had such a problem trashed that idea. The next idea was that Bakura has some psychological problems but he refused to admit that anything was wrong with him and he had a perfectly good excuse for this problem, it was Ryou's fault for him not knowing. Bakura though wasn't going through an equivalent of PMS or any psychological problems, the simplest term for it was heart break. Ryou had no memory of his past life what so ever, not even locked down deep away that if something traumatic happened they would unlock. Bakura tried that method many times when Ryou would follow Yugi's little group around the world during tournaments and saving the world. Bakura knew very little about reincarnation but he did know that if done correctly that the sprit would hold onto the memories of their other life and release them over a short period of time. Yugi had gotten all his back with the help of Yami, once Yami actually got his memories back as well. Jou was slowly gaining his memories back in the form of dreams when Seth was around and Seto actually knew all his just refused to accept them. Bakura tried other methods of unlocking the memories through some shadow sorcery. The only useful information that he got was that Ryou never held any of the memories, so he had none to slowly gain.
"Bakura could you at least tell me what's wrong? You do this every year on the same day." Ryou pleaded sitting down next to Bakura on the couch, but out of arms reach. Bakura gave his usual response and cursed the parlor for not having more dust.
"If you had the memories then you would know, I also wouldn't be in this predicament if you had them as well." Ryou gave an agitated sigh; that was slowly becoming Bakura's response for everything he did now.
"If you would care to explain either why I don't have the memories or what the situation is then I will stop bothering you about this." Ryou tried one of his greatest weapons, the eyes. His other weapon was sleeping pills but Bakura had become immune to their effects so he had to think of another drug. But no one could resist the eyes.
"You don't have the memory, I've already looked." Bakura growled shifting his face away from Ryou.
"I may still have it! Who knows?" Ryou was getting angry now with Bakura's evasive answers and riddles, also that the eyes only worked if the intended target was looking at them.
"Why do you really want to know? Like every other year by tomorrow I will be fine and do those stupid chores that you keep bugging me about!"
"Because I don't want to see you like this every year moping around like a kid who lost their favorite toy."
"I am not moping and I haven't lost any toys!" Bakura yelled standing up. If Ryou really wanted to get an answer out of Bakura he only needed to raise his temper. Which was effecting but harsh on the ears sometimes and if done wrong got him into a worse mood and he left for days on end. Which worried Ryou to death until the time till Bakura decided to come back home.
"It would be nice." Ryou squeaked physically cringing, mentally he was dancing around in joy.
"Today is our 5,007th wedding anniversary!" Bakura shouted staring Ryou hard in the eyes.
"No seriously Bakura, what's going on today that has you bummed." Ryou said thinking what Bakura said was a total fluke.
"That's what's wrong!" Bakura growled.
"Married? You really think that I am going to go for that excuse? You would rather kill me then kiss me!" Ryou growled back.
"What makes you so sure? For all you know I could be secretly swooning over you and my degrading you is to keep you from knowing the truth." Bakura snickered shifting so he was nose to nose with Ryou.
"Then nice way of showing it then." Ryou rolled his eyes.
"My enchanting, beautiful, haunting light why are you so skeptical about this?" He purred resting his forehead against Ryou's.
"Because it's obviously not true, you wouldn't marry me now why would you marry me then." Ryou adverted his eyes as a strawberry hue dusted his cheeks.
"If you actually had the memories like I've been saying then I could prove you wrong. Since you do not then I have an empty argument." Bakura's eyes went sharp as he quickly pulled away from the grasp.
"So it really did happen back in Egypt?" Ryou meekly asked curling backwards into the couch.
"Yes it did." Bakura said solemnly his temper dissipating.
"Sorry then that I don't remember." Ryou delicately whispered hanging his head in shame.
"You shouldn't, you're not the person you once were." Bakura then got up and calmly walked to Ryou slamming the door shut.
"I'm not the person I once was? What's that suppose to mean!?" Ryou quite loudly echoed to himself. True he knew he had a past life back when Yami ruled the sands of Egypt and people thought he was the son of Ra, that's how he got the Senen Ring. But then to actually think of how he acted back then and to think of the people he knew was an idea that never drifted into his head. It was always assumed that he acted like his kind, considerate and shy self through every life that he had, to be something different just wasn't him. The again back in Egypt he wasn't Ryou.
"Maybe Yami will know something." Ryou questioned to himself as he glided over to the phone. Picking up the receiver her dialed one of the most forbidden numbers in the house but it was also the most familiar number to Ryou.
"Hello Kame Game Shop Yugi Mouto speaking. How may I help you?" Yugi answered in the mechanical shop greeting.
"Hello Yugi is Yami there?" Ryou responded in equal, but not mechanical, politeness.
"He's somewhere in the house. Hold on and let me check, I think he was assigned library duty." Yugi placed the receiver down and went to look for the spirit. A few minutes later and a crash Yami was on the telephone.
"You asked for my Ryou?"
"Yes but is everything alright there? The crash sounded nasty."
"Yugi interrupted me as I was in the library and fell off the ladder."
"And that caused the crash how?" Ryou asked slyly knowing all to well that the spirit was graceful enough not to fall off a ladder at a mere interruption.
"That's not the matter now; the matter is why you have called." Yami quickly avoided the subject.
"Bakura." Ryou answered as quietly as he could, taking a glace up the stairs.
"What about him? Has he started beating you? And if he dared-"
"Bakura has done none of those things. He just brought up a very…bewildering subject today when I was asking him to help me vacuum." Ryou interrupted Yami's rant.
"What subject did he bring up? You know anything he said about me is most likely a lie anyways." Yami went on the defensive immediately.
"Do you know about my past life?" Ryou went to sit down on the couch talking in a whisper again.
"Not personally but the senen necklace holder has told me about it."
"Then you would know that Bakura and I were married back then right?"
"So he finally brought that subject up, took the old guy long enough." Yami laughed.
"Yami you are not that much younger yourself." Ryou sweat dropped.
"Ahh but still younger."
"He also said that I wasn't the person I once was. Do you know what he means by that?"
"You now are not the Ryou I would have run into back in Egypt 5 millennia ago."
"Personality wise as well?" Ryou squeaked out not sure now if he really wanted to know his past life.
"Yes. Back then you were the son of a noble and respectable tomb guard. Kept to yourself mostly and despised being married off to a woman." Yami started.
"That sounds like me now, and who wouldn't be angered by an arranged marriage?" Ryou justified himself.
"It being an arranged marriage never concerned you; it was being married to a woman that you didn't like."
"So you're saying that I was always…" Ryou gasped in astonishment.
"Yes, you often would try and courted the suitors' brother." Yami chuckled.
"But how did Bakura and I meet let alone get married?" Ryou wanted to know that part, not his whole life. Yami gave a sigh to himself and sat down in the closest chair.
"As I said before your father was a respectable and noble tomb guard for the pharaohs' tombs…"
Flashback
"Ryou you are coming whether you like it or not!" Ryou's father shouted exhausted, whipping the sweat away from his doe brown eyes.
"Father I would be put in danger if I went with you, besides the whole tomb guarding thing is a drawn out bore." Ryou dramatically whined his hair a bit more bleached and eyes more of a clay/burgundy red. His skin actually having a healthy tan color to it compare to his current ghostly white skin.
"Would you rather spend your time at a possible bride's house?" His father asked a little too innocently.
"Which bride's house?" Ryou asked back with the same innocents.
"One without a brother." Ryou's father stated point blank shooting down Ryou's hoped.
"You know I hate them. With all their high maintenance living and need for jewelry. Who needs 5 necklaces to wear at once? And the perfume smells horrible." Ryou whined starting to pace.
"It's the same perfume as your mothers."
"She used less and it smelled better on her!" Ryou shouted stomping out of the tent. His father sighed mentally slapping himself for bringing up the boys mother. The wound of her death was still too fresh on him.
"Come on Ryou, the watch starts in 10 minutes."
End Flashback
"Umm Yami that's a lot more like my present life now." Ryou gave a bored tone and started to curl the phone cord around his fingers.
"There are most likely similarities with your present life now and the life of your past life. That's a common happening with reincarnations, especially with the senen items." Yami responded.
"Can we get to the part where I meet Bakura, I don't know how much longer he is going to be up there pouting."
"Bakura's pouting?" Yami snorted.
"I don't know what he's doing but I don't know if it will last through my entire life's story."
"Then I shall hurry. You first saw him at the tomb your father was guarding…"
Flashback…continuing
"Secure the main and side entrances! Make sure he doesn't escape this time men!" The top guard shouted as the others started to scatter about.
"What's going on?" Ryou asked himself out loud as he peaked out the tent flap.
"Ryou stay inside the tent. Bakura is attempting to rob this tomb." One of the guards shouted before running off to his new post.
A raider at this dusty old tomb, what could he possibly want here? Wonder if he's cute or not? Ryou thought to himself as he popped his head back into the tent. When he turned around he came face to face with his reflection.
"I don't remember a mirror being there or all that kohl around my eyes. And is my nose really that big!" Ryou said to the reflection as he went to poke it. Just then the reflection grappled him holding a knife to the back of his neck.
"Nor do I remember the reflection going through the reflector and attacking the reflectee." Ryou mumbled to himself as he kept staring into a pair of similar eyes.
"Who are you?" The reflection demanded harshly pressing the knife closer into the skin.
"Ryou."
"Never seen a guard's son here just visiting, that's normally the job of the guard's daughters." Bakura whispered into his ear before starting at his neck.
"That's a bold statement." Ryou replied subtly inching his neck closer to the face staring at it.
"So is your flirting." Bakura lightly pressed his lips against Ryou's neck getting a purr in return.
"But I am not the one that came onto you." Ryou craned his neck to show off a little more skin. Seduction was a fine and precise art to paint. You need the right tools for it to go off well or the painting falls apart. And Ryou had the skills to paint such a fine picture.
"Ah true. But I seem to be a little more modest then you."
"Modesty never got a seducer anywhere. If that were the case then a lot less tavern wenches would have jobs." Ryou replied with a smirk.
"A quick and silver tongue, I like that. Now if only your father will let me keep you?" Bakura sarcastically said pocketing the knife.
He'll seriously take me away from here? It would be a joy to get away from these annoying brides to be and almost unwilling brothers. Ryou's mind praised as his hands wrapped around Bakura's neck.
"Then may I ask the name of my captor?"
"All you need to know is Bakura."
"So you are the tomb robber that I have heard so much about. I always wondered if you were good looking or not." Ryou ghosted his lips over Bakura's right cheekbone and over his right temple.
"Hold it!" The guard leader shouted as he entered the tent gathering his sword.
"Hold what, him?" Bakura said bringing his knife up to the front of Ryou's neck. The rest of the guard squad came into the small tent.
"Hand over Ryou and the senen ring and the punishment will be lessened." Ryou's father stated brandishing his sword.
"Now why would I get rid of such a cute look-a-like?" Bakura pressed his lips against Ryou's neck while continuing to glare at the guards. Ryou subconsciously purred as Bakura hit a more sensitive part of his neck. Ryou's father rolled his eyes as his son's antics, he was a seducer.
"Father help." Ryou got out as helpless and pitiful as he could. But from the angle Bakura was at the eyes told a different story.
"What do you want? If it's money I can pay it." His father ransomed.
"Oh no, no money this time around. I want your son." Bakura traced his tongue up the shell of Ryou's ear getting a squeak out of the boy. Then he turned Ryou's head to the side and gave him a deep kiss. All the guards tensed and started an attack formation until Bakura pressed the knife closer to Ryou's skin. He slowly broke the kiss leaving Ryou in his own little daze.
"Besides he would make a cute bride, no?" That statement was what brought the famous Bakura's downfall. Ryou twisted around in his captors arms and slapped Bakura right across the face.
"You want me to be the girl in this relationship and you don't even use your tongue in that kiss as compensation! I should kill you right here and now." Bakura was left in a state of temporary shock long enough for the guards to get a hold of him. No one had dared slap him before.
"You're going to have a nice long time to think about all the punishments possible that the pharaoh can give you." One guard sneered turning to take Bakura away.
"Good job son, you almost had me fooled there." Ryou's father gave him a pat on the back.
"It seems I can fool anyone even the Egyptian King of Thieves." Ryou gave Bakura a wink and walked along with his father to the dinner that was being prepared at that moment.
"So where shall I be dinning tonight?" Bakura asked getting all cheerful.
"With the rest of the murders and thieves that are just like you." The other guard answered roughly pushing Bakura out of the tent.
"Yay! They are always so talkative and cheerful! We can share victim stories around the camp fire and show off battle scares that happened with the guards." Bakura gave a sarcastic giggle as he skipped along to his quarters making sure to hit their toes on every land. Later in the evening when all the celebrating was done and over with the guards drunk to their fill a small shadow slipped into Bakura's cell block.
"I know you're there Ryou no use in hiding." Bakura called out from the floor of his cell in which he was currently sprawled out on giving a glare in the general direction.
"Would not expect less from the thief king himself. But I am surprised that you have not left and made your easy escape. Many of the guards are to drunk to tell the difference between the two of us." Ryou gave a bow stepping into the light.
" That was an excellent play there back in the tent. Almost fell for it myself." Bakura shifted on the cell floor facing Ryou now.
"So what gave my clever ploy away?" Ryou leaned against the wall just outside Bakura's cell.
"The willingness and that you were not afraid of me."
"But I am more then willing to comply with your demands."
"Even the girl?" Bakura gave a foxish grin.
"That part requires compensation."
"Then my compensation shall be getting you out of this hell." Bakura got up and easily swung his cell door open.
"Should have figured you would have picked the door lock by now." Ryou giggled scanning around the room before walking towards the door.
"Window?" Bakura said as if it was the answer to every problem they had so far.
"But what you didn't see was me slipping in beforehand spiking all the guards' drinks." Ryou gave a wink running out the door.
He has the skills to become a thief yet. Bakura thought as he followed Ryou out of the camp.
End Flashback
"And that's how it went." Yami finished his tale taking a deep breath.
"I, Ryou, broke him, Bakura, out of jail!"
"Yes." Yami breathed out in relief for there was no yelling, screaming or denial. He was actually talking all the information quite well. Yami though thought to soon as a loud thump was heard on the other end.
"Ryou?" Yami asked looking at the receiver as if it would tell him what happened.
"Who the hell is there?" Bakura's voice shouted over the phone.
"Ahh hello Bakura."
"Why are you in the telle what ever?"
"Ryou asked about his past life and I told him about it." Yami replied in a royal tone.
"Damned royalty! He didn't need to know all that so soon!" Bakura yelled slamming the phone down on the floor it clicking off from the blow.
"Why? Because he may love you back?" Yami laughed as the phone kept giving a dead signal.
Me- See uber long chapter!
Myself- Took you long enough to get this done!
Me- I blame school and college applications!
I- Forgot your AP Chem in there as well.
Me- Yes that too!
Myself- Blame it on everything but yourself.
I- That's called denial!
Me- I know what it's called! And you are aloof and Myself in an instigator!
Myself- I am not!
Me- Are too!
I- I'm what?
Me- Well the next chapter should be out much quicker then this. I have Christmas break to type it up. If my pain in the ass boss doesn't have me work all Christmas break.
Myself- Denial again.
Me- Instigator!
Myself- I am not going to get into this with you.
I- What's aloof?
Me- Well please R&R and byes for now!