Nope. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! But I do own a portable d.v.d. player!
Me: I'm back!!
Yugi: Yay!!
Yami: Have you seen all the reviews you got?
Me: Yep.
Yugi: shall we answer them now?
Me: Yep.
Ranchan 11: Thank you! I think I would need more like 5 hours with those bullies to make them suffer as much as they deserve. Still, maybe we should team up.
Yugirules: Thanks for the review. That chapter was so hard to write! I was nearly in tears by the end of it.
Mellinde: Thank you. I like the way you think! You should team up too!
Dark-Lady-Devinity: Hey! Good to hear from you again! You're another one who I should team up with! Just remind me not to get on your bad side. What's a Newfie anyway?
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Yugi: We have got 16 reviews already!!
Yami: Now that's good.
Me: and this is my first ever fic!
Yami: yes Chan. We know that. We also know that you got the idea for it in about 5 seconds in the middle of the night.
Me: You're on mighty thin ice Yami! I'd watch my step if I were you. You're in a very vulnerable position in this chapter; it would be all too easy for Bakura to just rape you and toss your body off a cliff or something.
Yami: I'll be good.
Me: good! I was joking by the way!
Yugi: Err. Shall we get on with this chapter then?
Me: of course! Oh! I would just like to say that the poem Bakura writes is one that I wrote and I thought it went well with this story. Please tell me what you think!
Yami: What's the poem about?
Me: you'll see…… (Voice fades out)
Chapter 6
The only one I'll ever love
Bakura's P.O.V.
3 minuets left. I glanced back down at the boy who's head I was supporting in my lap. Not just any boy. My dream boy. No Bakura, not your dream boy. Your friend. My head knew this was true but my heart just wouldn't listen. Come on Bakura. You don't even like boys that way. But I liked this boy that way. This wonderful, beautiful, sweet, amazing, stunning, pharaoh boy.
He was still gorgeous, despite the fact that new cuts were appearing on his body even as I sat there. For some reason that I don't know, his face never gets damaged in his dreams. He'll never know glad I am about that.
2 minuets left. I got to my feet and checked round the edge of the old bike shed. No one was around, good. What was I expecting? No one ever comes round here. It's near the old science block that was in a fire years and years ago. This whole area is off limits and they keep saying they're going to knock the old building down, but they never do. It's alright though. It means we never get found.
Someone stole key to science room six just after the fire. Some of the seniors pair off and sneak in there. They don't care that it's off limits. There is only one person that I'd pair off with, and he was lying just a few feet away.
Time to go. I do this nearly every day now. I always find Yami passed out behind the old bike shed, I wait five minuets and if he doesn't wake up by then, I carry him back to my place. If he wakes up before then, I sit with him and help him sort out all the different injuries he gets. I would never admit it to his face, but I prefer it when he doesn't wake up, because that means I get to carry him home, sit by him and watch him sleep. I put him in my bed so he fells safer and more comfortable.
I bent down and lifted him in my arms. He is surprisingly light. I keep meaning to ask him if he is eating properly. I've seen him when he takes off his top, he looks like one of those male models you see in magazines, the ones that are nearly so thin it's unhealthy. I reckon he is going to get anorexic if he doesn't watch out.
Just as we were going through the gap in the hedge behind the bike shed when he let out a soft cry in his sleep.
"It's alright Yami." I whispered, pulling him closer to my chest. "I'm here." that seemed to calm him down. Whether it did or not I was glad, because he shifted his weight closer to me. A faint blush spread across my face as I smiled down at him.
I managed to get him home without anyone spotting us so I took him upstairs and placed him on my bed under the covers. His top was sticking to his chest so I carefully peeled it off over his head. He looked incredibly peaceful and innocent, and somehow a lot more like Yugi lying there.
I got to my feet again and left the room, leaning against on the landing; I let a small sigh escape me and took a deep breath.
"O.K. Yami is lying topless on my bed." I tried to contain my excitement. Still I may never have this experience again, so……"YESSSS!" oh get a grip. I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face and then ran a cloth under the tap. I was still grinning when I returned to the bedroom. The smile was quickly whipped off my face though. Poor Yami was moaning and whimpering in his sleep again. I placed the damp cloth on his forehead.
Sitting in a chair next to him, I pulled a piece of paper out of my school bag. It was a poem I was writing for English. I also wrote it for Yami. I decided to give it one last look over.
My Love
My love, I dreamt of you last night,
I can't keep going on like this, 'cause it's not right.
I wish I could escape this fantasy I'm trapped in.
Still it's not like it could never happen.
It's not like you don't know I exist,
Oh I wish.
'Cause if you didn't know me, then I wouldn't know you,
I wouldn't know all the pain and suffering you've been through.
I wouldn't have to heal your broken heart.
I'd like to tell you who I feel, but I don't know where to start.
I'd like to take this moment to say,
You truly take my breath away.
But you make me forget how to use my mouth,
You make me forget which way's north and which way's south.
I'd like to say I'm yours alone,
But at the moment I can barely call you on the phone.
You're my sweet angel from heaven above,
And you're the only one I'll ever love.
It's true. Every last word of that poem is true.
"Oh Yami, I wish I could stop these dreams from hurting you."
Dream
Yami's P.O.V.
I was back in a palace in Egypt. It was a different room and I was about a year younger than I had been with Serena. I was lying on my side on a bed in the middle of the room. I was facing an open door that led to a bathroom. I had only just lit the candles even though it had been dark for hours. I was winding on of my golden bangs round my finger. My pillow was damp with the tears I'd cried. Tomorrow I was to be married to someone I barely even knew (Three guesses which princess bitch with a name beginning with s that was) and I was now dreading the next day.
Before I had time to continue there was a faint tapping from behind me. I turned to face the doors the tapping was coming from behind. The doors were fitted with shutters. Brushing away fresh tears, I got up and pulled a rope hanging next to doors to open the shutters. It took a moment, but when I realised what I was looking at I leapt backwards with a cry of surprise. I had been looking directly into the eyes of a tomb robber.
"I've told you a thousand times Bakura!" I muttered as I opened the doors and helped my friend in, "Never do that again for as long as you live!" I could see a length of rope hanging from a tree, which solved the mystery of how he got up on my sixth story balcony.
"You better be quiet or my sisters will hear you." I have twelve, yes twelve older sisters but because I'm the only boy, I have to be the pharaoh. They'd all have a fit if they knew I was friends with a tomb robber.
"It's alright. I'm as silent as a shadow."
I turned to look at him. He was only wearing a faded, torn pair of trousers. No top or anything.
"Shut the door Bakura. You're going to come down with some dreadful disease and I'll be mummifying you by next week."
"Yes Mum."
"Oh shut up."
"Anyway, why would you be the one to mummifying me?"
"Because I'm the only one who can stick you." Bakura aimed a punch at my head that I only just ducked in time. "Hey! Watch it! Err, are you alright?" Bakura was bent over in pain. By the light of the candles I could see fresh cuts and bruises covering his already scarred chest. I knew all about the man who 'looked after' Bakura. He'd beat the living shit out of Bakura over the slightest thing. And even if Bakura did nothing wrong, the man would still hit and whip him on daily basis. Judging from the amount of cuts on his chest, he had done something really, really wrong.
"That man is pure evil!" I suddenly cried pulling my friend into a hug. "Poor Bakura." I got my friend to lie on the bed so I could get a proper look at him. Some of the old scars had opened up again. I cleaned away the blood and then wrapped bandages around his chest.
"There all done." I said handing him one of my spare shirts. He pulled it on and tried to force a smile.
"You can stay here tonight as long as you are quiet and leave before anyone else is up." Bakura's smile instantly became more genuine.
"You know where everything is don't you?" Bakura nodded and went to wash his face. He stays here quite a lot. He started to talk to me.
"You shouldn't have to marry her you know."
"Yes I know. I have already been through this with Jono. And Seth. And Teanna." Teanna was a servant and had been my secret girlfriend for over a year now. Our conversation was cut of by a loud hammering at the door leading to the rest of the palace. It surprised me so much, that I fell of the bed.
"Shit." I murmured sitting up and rubbing my now sore back. "Aya? Is that you?" Aya is my oldest sister she is also the most overprotective.
"No. It's Jono and Seth." Me and Bakura let ourselves breathe again. Jono and Seth know that me and Bakura are friends. I hurried to open the door.
"Come in and sit down, but be quiet. Bakura just got here and he's staying the night." I hissed, letting my friends in and shutting the door behind them. Me and Seth sat on the bed whilst Jono lent into the bathroom to talk to Bakura as he dried his face.
"You alright Bakura?" I heard Bakura let out a snort as he lifted up his top to show the bandages.
"Ah. That good ey?"
"Yep."
Both boys came and sat down on my bed and I pulled the blanket around me and Bakura.
"So what did you do to annoy him that much?" asked Jono.
"Nothing much." Said Bakura quickly.
"Bloody nothing much! Honestly!" sighed Seth. Jono grinned wickedly.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he caught you doing something naughty with one of the palace maids."
"Well now you come to mention it…" started Bakura.
"BAKURA!!!!!!!"
"I'm joking Seth! Your face Yami! No look, if you really want to know, I-I- Gotmyselftrappedinatombiwassupposedtoberobbing." We were surprised to say the least.
"Come again, dear?" asked Jono.
"I am only going to say this once more, and then you can take the piss out of me for the rest of my life." Bakura stopped to take a deep breath. "I got myself trapped in a tomb I was supposed to be robbing."
It was the classic delayed reaction. At first we just starred at him. Then we started to giggle. Then we were in uncontrollable fits of laughter.
"Oh sweet Ra that's funny!" Gasped Seth. "How does a tomb robber get trapped in a tomb?"
"It was one of those ones where the walls close in. I managed to stop the walls, but they had already blocked the door." We all stopped laughing at the look on his face. I pulled him into a hug.
"How did you get out Bakura?" I asked. He let out a long deep breath.
"He was waiting for me outside. When I didn't come out, he came in looking for me. He knocked down a wall and was suddenly standing in front of me. He grabbed my hair and dragged me all the way home. You can probably guess what happened when we got there." I nodded and gave him a tight squeeze.
"It's alright Bakura you don't have to say……" But now he started, he just couldn't stop, even though he was crying as he spoke.
"He threw me onto the ground and started punching and kicking me. The more I begged him to stop the harder he'd hit me. He went on for hours. When he finally stopped he got out a knife and said he'd kill me the next time I did something wrong. Oh and…" he rolled up his trouser leg.
"OH MY RA!"
"Shit Bakura!
"That's gross!"
"It's disgusting!"
"It's inhuman!"
Carved into Bakura's skin was one of the worst Egyptian insults imaginable.
"And I'm going to be scarred with this word for life!" he sobbed. I couldn't bear to see him like this. I felt so bad for not being able to protect him. Then I had a brainwave.
"Jono, Seth, one of you get me some fresh bandages the other fetch a bowl of water." Jono lent over to the draw and Seth went to the bathroom.
"Right Bakura lay on the bed." When Jono and Seth came back we, the three of us kneeled on the floor.
"Bakura," I took a very deep breath "I'm really, really sorry about this but…" I took a knife and cleaned the blade in the water. I could see their eyes widen in realization.
"Yami, what are you going to do?" asked Bakura looking apprehensive. I cleaned the dried blood from his leg and held the knife ready.
"Look, I apologize in advance for what I'm about to do." And before I could change my mind, I dug the knife into his leg and began to correct the letters. Bakura was brave and only cried out once, as I started cutting.
"Yami……it hurts."
"I know. I'm sorry." I was crying more than he was as I finished.
"Wow Yami." Breathed Seth. Bakura's skin now showed two names. They were written so that the first went down, the second went across, and they crossed at the first 'a'. The names were Yami and Bakura.
I wrapped up Bakura's leg and then handed the knife to Jono. I made him cut my leg in the same way, so I could feel the pain I just put Bakura through. I didn't let myself cry out. This pain was my punishment for hurting Bakura. When it was done I refused to wrap my leg or clean it like Bakura's. I had to bleed for both of us.
/End of dream/
Bakura's P.O.V.
I held Yami's hand as he continued to dream. I'd already covered his chest in bandages, but his face still wore an expression that looked as if he was in pain. I was over come by rage that anyone could ever want to hit or hurt him.
"I'll stop these dreams. Even if they take my life I swear I'll stop them." I lifted the sleeping pharaoh into my lap and held his body close to mine. And then nearly dropped him in surprise. There was a sound like someone trying to break the front door nearly off its hinges. I placed Yami back on the mattress and tucked the covers around him. Again the banging on the front door. This time it was accompanied by a shout that chilled my blood.
"OPEN THIS DOOR OR I'LL BREAK IT DOWN!"
End chapter
Me: Who's at the door? Is it Ushio? Does he have Yugi with him? Is it someone else? What do they want? I'll dedicate the next chapter to whoever gets it right.
Yami: I know who it is.
Me: You won't dare say.
Yami: Oh you know I can't resist a dare!
Me: Remember what I said about you being vulnerable?
Yami: Yes.
Me: You're like it in the next chapter too so watch it!
Yami: shit.