Jaazi: Thanks to all of my reviewers: Fear of Falling, Puffin, Atemu's Lover, Seto's Girl, I am a Catlover, Hikari's-DS, Shinigami, HappyDevil, Punkergirl-Aira, Hathors-Favorite, T. Lei, Anaraz, Vixenia.
Shinigami: Er, no there won't be other pairings. There might be hints of it, but I'm thinking of making two other companion fics to this for puzzle-shipping and bronze-shipping. This is pre- puzzle- and bronze-shipping.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, I'd be too busy counting my profits to write fics for this site!
Previously
She was invisible to all as she traveled through the human realm. She happily made her way to the house where both Bakura and Ryou resided.
Chapter Two: Fairy Magic, Shiny Toys, and Lucky Charms
Kira floated into the Bakura Residence. She hummed a soft tune to herself, peeking into Ryou's room. She saw Ryou curled into a ball underneath her covers, face stained with tears. Kira resisted the urge to go 'awww!' and glomp the living daylights out of the boy. She also resisted the urge to go knock some sense into the thick headed Bakura for hurting Ryou like he did. She convinced herself not to hurt him only because he didn't do it intentionally.
Kira hovered over Ryou. Should she give him a dose of fairy dust? No, he wasn't the one who needed prompting. He had already given up his heart, willingly and fully. To give yourself up to someone like that took real courage. No, the one who needed help was in the other room. Kira floated out of Ryou's room and peeked into Bakura's room. Her eyes widened in shock. Wow, she had never seen two rooms more different from each other than Ryou's and Bakura's.
While Ryou's room was tidy and organized, Bakura's room looked as if a major tornado and an earthquake that scored a 10 on the Richter scale came by for a visit. Ryou's room was a pale blue while Bakura's was made of dark grays that looked more like black. Ryou had shelves upon shelves of books and few CD's of peaceful, relaxing tunes. Bakura had cabinets filled to the brim with daggers and knives and other assorted weaponry and extremely violent and gory, horror-filled DVD's. Another big difference between them was Ryou was as clean as freshly fallen snow and Bakura…well, he had a layer or two of grime coating his skin and his hair was now gray instead of white.
Kira's nose scrunched up at the unusual scent. Her cat ears flattened against her head in slight disgust. Hasn't this guy ever heard of a bath? She hovered near Bakura and inspected him. She poked the side of his face. Bakura scowled and mumbled, batting at the offending thing that disturbed his rest. He blearily opened an eye. As soon as he saw the pair of silver-blue eyes staring back at him, he shot up in bed.
"What the fu--?" he was interrupted by Kira, who placed a hand over his mouth.
"Hush! You naughty boy! You shouldn't say foul words like that! Besides, you'll wake Ryou. You're Bakura, right?" she said. She received a cold glare, "I'll take that as a yes!" Bakura bit her hand. Kira yelped and stepped back.
"What do you want? Answer me before I kill you," Bakura growled as he drew a knife from behind his pillow. Kira giggled.
"Oooh. You really should relax, it's not healthy to be so stressed out all the time," Kira said cheerily. Bakura threw the knife at her. She squeaked and ducked.
"Guess that's my cue to leave! But, before I go, I'm letting you know that I'm here to grant your wish and Ryou's," she opened a pouch that hung at her waist. She took out a pinch of glittering pink dust and blew it in Bakura's face. He sneezed just as Kira blew another pinch of glittering pink dust into his face. She then took a pinch of glittering blue dust from a different pouch and blew it into Bakura's face. Bakura was now a glittery pink and blue mess!
"The pink stuff will grant your wish and the blue stuff won't allow you to remember me, okay? Bye!" she said quickly. She disappeared with a soft pop.
Bakura sneezed a couple more times and glanced around the room. Why had he woken up again? Bakura shrugged and collapsed into bed again. He felt very tired and he felt tingling all over his body. Maybe he was getting ill…Bakura yawned and closed his eyes.
As he slept the glittering pink dust began to shine brightly. It gave one last flare of pink light before disappearing completely. Bakura slept on completely oblivious to this.
Ryou awoke the next morning feeling sad and a tad bit hopeful at the same time, as usual. He had to make Bakura some breakfast and give him some painkillers for his hang over. Maybe today he'd actually speak with him. Ryou got up and threw on a pair of blue jeans and a light t-shirt. He quietly walked downstairs.
Ryou searched the kitchen in hopes of finding something that Bakura might like for breakfast. As Ryou got the table set he heard sobbing coming from upstairs. Curious and worried, Ryou rushed upstairs, following the sound of the sobs. They led to Bakura's room.
Ryou never went into Bakura's room. When he did, it was to wake up Bakura. Thankfully, he didn't have to do that often. Quite frankly, the room gave him the shivers. Ryou cautiously opened the door and took a peek inside. On Bakura's bed there was a bundle of quivering blankets. A soft whimpering could be heard from them.
Ryou stepped into the room and slowly made his way towards the bed, careful to avoid tripping over random objects on the floor. Once he reached the bed he realized that whatever was quivering and whimpering was completely covered up by the blankets. He reached out and gently pulled away the blankets. He peered inside. He was met by a pair of wide, teary, chibi-eyes. Cranberry-red chibi eyes.
The owner of said chibi eyes squeaked and scurried away from Ryou. Ryou was gaping in shock at the chibi before him. Tanned skin, wide red eyes, shocking white short hair that spiked at odd angles. Under his right eye were two horizontal slashes and he was wearing a red cloak, white kilt and soft leather slippers(1). It couldn't possibly be…
"B-Bakura? I-is that y-you?" Ryou stuttered. The little boy trembled more violently.
"Who are you? Where am I?" chibi Bakura asked, sniffling
"Bakura don't you remember? It's me, Ryou. Your hikari?" Ryou said kindly. It was obvious this boy was scared. Bakura shook his head 'no'.
"Ryou? Wh-where's my mommy and daddy?" Bakura asked fretfully.
"Um, I…your parents…they uh, went on a trip? Yeah, they went on a trip and they…they uh, left you with me," Ryou lied. How could he tell a four year old boy that he and his parents had died centuries ago and that he had somehow managed been trapped in a shiny gold item and is now a few thousand years in the future? Chibi Bakura looked at him uncertainly.
"Really?" he asked. Ryou nodded his head vigorously.
"Yeah. They told me to tell you that you would stay with me until they came back and that they love you very much!" Ryou was getting pretty good at lying, wasn't he?
"Oh," chibi Bakura said. His wide eyes stared into Ryou's green eyes. Bakura tilted his head to the side.
"You've got pretty toys. Daddy has toys like this too. They're nice and shiny, I like shiny things." Bakura said, glancing at all the weapons in the room. His eyes wandered to the bedside table where the Millennium Ring was. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Pretty! Ryou, is that yours?" he asked, drooling just a bit. Ryou nodded and giggled at Bakura's expression.
"Wow! It must have taken fooooreeever to steal it! You must be a very good thief, not as good as Daddy, though, 'cause he's the bestest thief in all of Egypt! Someday, I'm going to be just like him!" Bakura said excitedly. He stood up and held himself proudly. His dramatic pose was ruined by a sudden growling coming from his belly. Bakura blushed at Ryou's laugh. His eyes flashed.
"It's not funny!" he said, pouting.
"Of course not. Come, let's go see what we have in the kitchen." Ryou said pleasantly. Bakura smiled and hopped off of bed.
"Okay!" he chirped happily.
Ryou walked downstairs, Bakura following close behind. Chibi Bakura's eyes got even wider as he gazed at everything inside the large house.
"You're house is biiiig." Bakura whispered in awe, "Are you a overlord or Pharaoh's priest?"
"No, I'm just a normal person, like you," Ryou mentally snorted, his life didn't even know the meaning of normal. Bakura glanced at him curiously.
"Then why is your house so big? And what's with all these funny looking stuff, like that big black box?" chibi Bakura asked, pointing to the television set. Ryou sighed, who knew four year olds were so talkative? "Ryou, why do you wear such funny clothes? Ryou, are you a girl?"
That last question made Ryou stop in his tracks. He blushed a bright red, almost as red as Bakura's wide chibi eyes. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words for this situation.
"I-I'm not a girl!" Ryou yelped. Bakura stared at him, eyes filled with childish curiosity.
"Are you suuuuure?"
"Yes, Bakura, I'm sure. Now, let's get you up to date with everything here, okay?" Ryou said kindly, albeit a bit uncomfortably. Surely he wasn't that feminine, was he?
"I bet you'd look real nice in one of Mommy's dresses, though," commented Bakura innocently. Apparently, thought Ryou, I am.
Ryou crouched down until he was eye-level with Bakura. He wasn't sure if what he was about to do was going to work, but it was worth a try. Ryou closed his eyes and sent every bit of information he had on modern technology to Bakura's little mind. If Ryou had been watching he would've noticed that Bakura's eyes became unfocused and stared off into space as he did this. Once Ryou stopped the information flow, Bakura blinked and grinned.
"Wow, that was neat!" Bakura laughed childishly. He immediately pranced into the kitchen and began raiding all the cabinets for food. He came across a red box with yellow letters on it. It had a little man dressed in green standing next to a bowl of something on it.
"You want some of that? It's my favorite cereal," Ryou said softly. He gently picked Bakura, who was still holding the box of cereal, up and set him on one of the kitchen chairs. He was so small, though, that he could barely see over the table. Ryou, fortunately, brought a few books and had Bakura sit on top of them.
Ryou set a bowl in front of him filled with cereal and milk. Bakura took a metal spoon (after studying it and admiring its shiny-ness) and dipped it into his bowl. He brought it back out again filled with the cereal stuff Ryou had called it. It had brightly colored soft things in it too. After inspecting it for a while and giving it a good sniff to make sure it wasn't anything icky, he brought the spoon to his lips and slurped it up.
Bakura let out a satisfied sound and began to gobble up the cereal messily. He was a bit clumsy with the spoon, so he made quite a mess of milk and cereal on the table. After he ate the cereal, he swallowed almost all the milk in one gulp. Ryou watched him eat and couldn't help but smile. If it weren't for the fact that his sadistic, evil, cold-hearted yami had suddenly been turned to a four-year-old, this would be very funny to watch.
"I guess you liked my Lucky Charms, huh?" Ryou giggled. Bakura had some milk dribbling down his chin as he turned to Ryou. He smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically.
"That was very yummy! Mommy never made anything that yummy, she never made that much food either." Bakura giggled, "but that's not her fault. Daddy says that we don't have enough gold to get more food." Bakura sighed sadly at this.
Ryou looked at the unhappy child before him. So far, it sounded as if Bakura really admired his father and cared deeply for his mother. His eyes always lit up when he spoke of them. Right now, though, they dimmed a bit. Ryou wanted to cheer Bakura up, he didn't really like the melancholy expression on the child's face.
"Bakura? How would you like to go play outside?" Ryou asked. The little boy's eye brightened with excitement.
"Really? Yay! Let's go play Ryou," Bakura cried happily.
Ryou raced towards his attic. He couldn't let Bakura wander around in those clothes. After digging through a few boxes, he found the one he was looking for. He had a box filled with his old clothes, he had been planning on giving them to charity, but it's a good thing he didn't. He pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a picture of a wolf on the front. He raced back downstairs where Bakura was waiting. Ryou managed to coax Bakura into the shirt but he refused to let go of any of his other clothing, which included the red cloak, white kilt, and brown leather slippers.
"Pleeeeaaasse Bakura? Just put these on, I promise you can keep your cloak and slippers!" Ryou begged for the fifth time. Bakura glared at Ryou defiantly.
"No!" he glowered.
"C'mon Bakura! Please? Then we can go outside to play," Ryou pleaded once more.
"No!" pouted Bakura.
"Please, Bakura, I'll do anything! Just put these on!" Ryou implored, having gone far past the point of desperation by now. Bakura paused this time before rejecting him.
"Anything?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. Uh oh, thought Ryou, Why do I get the feeling I shouldn't have said that?
"Erm…yes, anything," Ryou said very nervously. Bakura smiled as a soft pink color dusted his face lightly.
"C-could you give me a…a kiss? Right here?" he asked pointing to the spot right beneath his two horizontal scars. Ryou blinked, taken aback by the request. He had expected anything, even having to buy him a flamethrower, but not this! Bakura was blushing a slightly darker pink now, but it was still hard to notice because of his dark skin. It was actually kind of cute, in Ryou's opinion and the fact that the little boy would want an innocent kiss like that was rather flattering, not to mention adorable.
"Okay," Ryou giggled. He leant over and placed a motherly(2) kiss on Bakura's cheek. Bakura was full out blushing at this point. When Ryou stepped away, Bakura couldn't look him in the face, he did, however, take the jeans and put them on quickly without protest. Bakura didn't think that Ryou would actually go through with it, but he was glad that he did. Ryou was very pretty, and his hair was sooo shiny, in Bakura's opinion. Ryou held his hand and led them out the door. Bakura practically skipped his way towards the park.
TBC
(1) Before anyone asks, Kitty Kira changed Bakura into the child he used to be in Egypt because that was when he was the most innocent; back then, he didn't care about his image or reputation. He didn't have to hide his true self.
(2) Ryou has always struck me as more of a motherly person than a fatherly one. Does anyone else think so, or is that just me being my extremely strange self?
Jaazi: Second chapter done! Yay!
KK: That was cute!
DJ: (gags) Yeah, cute. Too cute.
KK: (ignores DJ's comment) Review and tell us what you think!
DJ: (sneers) Yeah, otherwise, she won't update…not that I care or anything.
Jaazi: (eye roll) Of course you don't. REVIEW!