-1Title: Shadow Games
By: KuroSakura-chan
Summary: Three thousand years have past since the High Priest Set betrayed his lover, the Thief King Bakura. Seto Kaiba denies memories of being High Priest, but he remembers all, especially when Bakura comes by. Desperation eventually leads the CEO into a confrontation, to which Bakura only smirks and replies with three words.
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama,
Couples: Set/Thief King, Seto/Bakura, Malik/Otogi (or vice-versa, who knows?), Marik/Ryou,
Warnings: Yaoi, 1st Person, Flashbacks,
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.
/He wraps an arm around me…/ -flashback
Hold him…: Italics without the slashes-thoughts
Kuro: Whoot! I got Heart Thieves posted!
Seto: What would your readers of this care?
Kuro: It's a cross with YGO. Bakura's already made a large appearance, and you're sure to make one in the next chapter or two.
Bakura: Am I a thief?
Kuro: Yes. Hence the title. Anyway, look it up if you're interested, because I only write Antagoshipping for YGO now!
…
-Seto-
Walking into a party with Bakura is always the same. For one thing, my eyes always search out every person, identifying and classifying them, the latter only for people I do not know. Bakura's eyes immediately search out every escape route as well as identifying and classifying people, though we classify differently. I classify people into social classes, rich, poor, insane, etc. Bakura classifies them as 'threat' and 'non-threat' only.
He doesn't care about their social standing, because, and I quote, 'poor bastards are just as dangerous, just in different ways.' I guess it isn't a bad idea to think about those that could possibly harm me, but I've found that I don't need to. For one, Bakura has that covered for me, and two, I scare people too much for them to attempt to harm me.
Another thing that always happens when I walk into a party with Bakura, and this does not change even if I walk into a party that Bakura's friends are throwing, is that everyone turns to stare. The amount of time spent staring varies depending on whoever possesses the pair of eyes turned upon us, but no matter what, everyone will stare.
Ryou, surprisingly, stares the least amount of time. I guess that he only looks to see which of us is sporting bruises. Marik is the same, though I think he likes to see who's sporting the most bruises. The next least to stare are Malik and Otogi, but they probably only look over because everyone else does. They're strange like that. Then there's Jounochi, Honda, Anzu, and Yugi. Jounochi just likes to glare darkly at us until Bakura's sadistic and insane smirk scares him, or the other three pull his attention away. Last is Yami.
I can feel his eyes on me now, glaring with so much hatred, it's hard to make myself believe that it's all from this lifetime. Bakura has an arm around my waist, but I'm not feeling it at the moment. My mind is somewhere far, far away now.
/Pharaoh Atemu's eyes could bore holes in solid stone blocks with the way he's glaring at me. I kneel on the floor before him, graceful as ever, despite the activities I'd been a part of last night. I'm surprised that I do not smell of alcohol, considering the amount that one of Bakura's thieves spilt on me. Lotus petals in bath waters really do work. I'll have to remember to inform Bakura that he lied, simply because I can't tell him that he's right. Our relationship doesn't work that way, after all.
"You called for me, my Pharaoh?" I ask smoothly, keeping my hatred of him out of my voice. I had no idea of just how cruel he was to the people until after spending time with Bakura in the city. He certainly knows where to go to get the truth.
"You were not in the palace last night." My heart nearly stops. How does he know that? "In fact, you have spent many nights outside of the palace. I would ask you where you go, but that is an unnecessary task. After all, you would lie to me, and I already know. I also know who you have been with, Set."
I stare at the floor, keeping my emotions in check. It's dangerous to play games with Atemu, though not as dangerous as playing games with Bakura. Bakura never hesitates to kill when he's bored with the games. With Atemu, there's always the possibility of talking him out of death. Of course, neither of them are ok with losing. But then, neither am I, making this even more dangerous.
"What do you want to hear from me, my Pharaoh?" I ask, my tone of voice just a little colder than before.
"You will give him up. You will give him up, or you both will die." My heart does stop this time. Give Bakura up? I clearly have little choice, since my life is not something I am willing to lose, but I will do whatever possible to save Bakura as well./
I feel a surge of hatred for Yami well up, and I glare back at him. However, I notice that Bakura is no longer attached to my hip, and I have to look around for him. At the table with the food and drinks. The alcoholic drinks.
Of course there would be alcohol at this party. It's a party that Malik and Otogi are throwing. Exactly how those two bought alcohol, I wouldn't know, but then, Bakura says that they can do anything if they really want to. Perhaps this should concern me…
Yet I find that I'm more concerned with the drink already in Bakura's hand, and the empty glasses sitting behind him. I know better than to hope those are someone else's-Bakura drinks like no other. I know Ryou tried stopping him at one point, but Bakura doesn't listen when he doesn't want to. Besides, I doubt he cares if he gets liver disease. For one thing, even if it killed him, he'd just come back after a little while, and the Ring keeps him from getting sick, and heals his injuries.
Must be nice to be dead already.
I walk over to where he's chatting with Marik and take the drink from his hand. He raises a brow, but says nothing as I drain the drink. He just grabs another for each of us, forcing mine into my hand.
"So, why'd Malik invite the Pharaoh? Or is he planning some fun game for you and me?" Bakura asks Marik taking a swig of his drink.
Marik shrugs. "I have no idea. I told him that he shouldn't have let the Pharaoh come, but he said something about Otogi and Jounochi. I think Otogi wants to embarrass him again."
"Then you clearly have an idea." I remark sarcastically, making Bakura laugh. He always finds it funny when I am purposely an ass. Which is basically all the time.
Marik scowls, but loses interest in me as Ryou walks by. He reaches out, catching Bakura's hikari around the waist and pulling him close. Ryou squeaks, but snuggles closer until he smells the alcohol. Then he pulls back, his nose wrinkling. "You're almost as bad as Bakura!" The small teen exclaims.
Bakura laughs again. We all know that Marik does not even come close to consuming the amount of alcohol that Bakura takes in. Thus Ryou's usage of the word 'almost,' despite the fact that it's untrue. Ryou turns to us and eyes the glasses behind Bakura as well as the one in his hand before looking at me.
"What's the point of arguing with him on it? Besides, it keeps him out of my way." I say, interpreting Ryou's look as 'You're letting him drink so much?'. Ryou simply sighs and shakes his head, especially since Bakura is smirking wickedly.
"Well, you're the one who has to put up with him all the time now…" Ryou comments, still shaking his head, and I frown slightly.
"What are you talking about?" I demand, simply because that's what I do.
Ryou blinked and Bakura groaned from beside me. "He's not living with you?" He asks me. I shake my head curtly and we both turn to look at Bakura. Marik whistles lowly, watching this with interest. "Bakura, you said you were moving in with Seto!"
"I didn't." Bakura argues. "I simply said I was moving out and you assumed that I was moving into Seto's place." Ryou scowls and walks off, reminding me of a miffed cat. I wonder if he got that grace from Bakura, or if he always had it…
I look at Bakura with as close to a wondering look as I can manage. "So where are you staying?"
"One of your guest rooms on the fourth floor." He answers with a smirk. Typical.
A/N: There you have it. Sorry if it's not that good, I'm rather pissed off at the moment. I think I'm going to kill things in RE4 for awhile to make myself feel better, but I wanted to update at least one thing.
Preview:
-Bakura-
Hah, got into his room and I didn't even have to ask to move in. I rock at getting what I want.
R&R, please!
