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Chapter Three
WARNING!
NO LEMONS! JUST LIMEY!
NO NOOKIE FOR BAKURA JUST YET!
Bakura sat, leaning against Ryou's chest as the hikari cleaned his wound. For the most part they sat in silence, Bakura's occasional grunts of pain the only noise apart from the neigh of the horses.
Ryou cleared his throat. "Um, Bakura, can I ask something?"
The yami grunted, whether that was approval or a voicing of discomfort, Ryou was unsure. He continued nonetheless. "Did you mean what you said back there?" Bakura smirked, knowing what Ryou meant but relishing the chance to fluster the innocent hikari.
"What did I say Ryou?"
Ryou cleared his throat again his cheeks tinging pink. "About nobody being allowed to touch me...Except you." Bakura's grin began creeping across his face, forming a wide grin. He turned, disrupting Ryou's bandaging and brought his face to Ryou's. His grin grew a little as colour flooded the hikari's face again.
"Of course. I'm suprised you asked. You know I've never permitted anyone but myself to lay a finger on you. Can't have a bunch of idiots defiling that cute little body of yours can I?"
Ryou turned his face from the sadistic yami who was, rather obviously, enjoying his discomfort. Bakura chuckled, turning away from Ryou to allow the hikari to continue bandaging his shoulder. He gave a small grunt as Ryou stood, flexing his shoulder, "That's much better," he said, slipping his shirt back on. Ryou packed up the rest of the medical supplies and placed them neatly back in the box. Bakura smiled. Ryou was always so neat and tidy. He placed a hand on his shoulder as he stood to put the box back in Bakura's bag.
"Ryou."
"Yes Bakura?"
Bakura pulled the boy into an embrace, pressing his lips against Ryou's in a firm, but gentle kiss. Ryou was surprised by the suddenness, butwas too stunned to protest. Bakura pulled away after a moment. Ryou felt his breath hitch. Bakura pulled away, cracking his neck, "Alright. Let's see if those fools had anything worth taking" he said as he went over to the horses whose master were now long gone. He pulled out several small bags of food and a few water skins, some of which still had water inside. He tossed one to Ryou,"Drink up" he said as he proceeded to search for more valuables.
Ryou blinked, staring at the water flask.
Bakura was so random sometimes...
It wasn't long before they'd saddled up again. "What about those other horses?" Ryou asked, will they be alright by themselves?"
"They'll be fine," Bakura assured him, clicking his tongue and kicking the horse lightly to get it going again.
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"How much longer until we reach Kul Elna?" Ryou asked as they found a scraggly shade tree to rest under two hours later. Bakura closed his eyes, "Hmm...If we travel until Night-fall and leave first thing in the morning, we should be there by tomorrow night."
Ryou nodded, "Bakura...is it true about your village?"
"Is what true?"
Ryou hesitated for a moment before asking "Were they REALLY thieves?"
Bakura gave a heavy sigh. He should have expected that, with the stories those fools he called freinds had told him. "No, Ryou, they were not. We were inventors, artists and magicians. My father was a sorceror, and a potter. He would often make his wares unbreakable and able to withstand extreme temperatures when used for 'd besurprised how many stone pots would break in the heat of a cooking fire...As for his magic, he was a very esteemed man. I had two elder bothers who assisted my mother. She grew fruit for the marketplace in the royal city."
"Really? What kinds of fruits?"
" Oh, all sorts. Figs, grapes, melons, apples...We even had a peach tree."
"Peaches?" Ryou inquired, "they're not native to Africa, are they?"
"No. However, one of my father's ancestors came from beyond Egypt. Probably Europe. He brought with him many things, including a seed which he planted, resulting in our family's peach tree. That's why my father and I had white hair. My brothers took after my mother. Hair black as night. Of course..." he said with a sigh," I imagine that peach tree must be long dead by now...Nothing survives in Kul Elna. Ra, what I wouldn't give for one of my mothers freshly picked peaches..." he said, closing his eyes, trying to remember the flavor.
Ryou felt sorry for Bakura. He seemed so happy talking about his village...
Seeing Ryou's expression, Bakura cleared his throat, ending the conversation before he got all womany and emotional. "Alright, enough about tree's, come on, let's go."
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Ryou's thoughts were dominated by Bakura's tale as they rode. It hurt him to think of Bakura enduring such suffering alone. The thought took him back to his own childhood. After losing his mother and sister, Ryou and his father had been left alone. His father had, in time, abandoned him too, burying himself in his work and only checking in every few months or sending money to support his son.
Ryou had been left alone, no family, no friends...
Until Bakuracame. His father had brought him a gift. A necklace that he had picked up at a market stall for his twelfth birthday. The golden ring, with its five golden spikes and embossed golden eye had, as a gift from his sole remaining family, taken on an immediate sentimentality. Ryou had first seen it as a sign that his ever-absent father cared. But it became so much more. It had brought him his first friend.
His horse stumbling roused Ryou from his thoughts. The stumbling quickly gave way to bucking. Ryou grabbed for the reigns.
"BAKURA!"
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The yami spun in his saddle to see Ryou's mare bucking wildly. Ryou was clinging to its neck to keep from being thrown.
He yanked on his reigns, forcing his own mount to halt before leaping from the saddle to race towards Ryou. The mare finaly tossed Ryou from the saddle, sending the hikari flying into Bakura, knocking them both to the ground and the wind from their lungs. Once the boy was free of the saddle, the mare stomped and bounced unhindered, stomping her hooves against the sand. Bakura sat up, lifting Ryou with him. Ryou coughed, slowly adjusting to the sensation of oxygen refilling his lungs.
"What...happened?"
Bakura shook his head, sand flying from his tousled locks as gasped for breath. "Something...spooked...the horse..."
"But what?"
Bakura caught his breath and watched as the mare slowly began to calm down, her frenzied stomping ceasing. "I don't know Ryou."
Bakura looked closely at the horse, spotting something at her feet. The trampled carcass of a Cobra. He nodded to himself in understanding. "It's alright, just a snake. The closer we get to Kul Elna the more we'll see. There always were a lot around, but we had spells that repelled them from coming near the village."
"Well," Ryou said, relieved, "that's good."
"Hmm..."Bakura said with a frown, going over to the horse. "She's been bitten."
Ryou's eyes widened, "Does that mean..." he trailed off
"I'm afraid so," Bakura said, patting her neck, "She probably won't last the next hour."
Ryou felt saddened. Bakura removed her saddlebags and placed them on the ground, putting the supplies in with his own. "Best let her go now, give her some freedom before she dies. She deserves that much." Bakura said as he re-mounted his mare, "You'll have ride with me from now on."
Ryou gave his mount a quick embrace, rubbing the side of her velvety neck, "Sorry girl..."
The horse whinnied and snorted, walking away with a limp. Bakura helped pull him up as he climbed on behind him."Hold on tight," the older boy said, clicking his tongue, "We're going to have to ride faster now to make up for this little casualty."
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Ryou sat up from his place by the campfire, watching Bakura sleep, since HE couldn't seem to. Bakura breathed in and out softly, his mouth slightly open. the Whitenette smiled. When he was sleeping, Bakura almost looked cute. Ryou laid down a few feet away, looking up at the starry sky, trying to see if he could make up a new constellation.
"Mmm...Ryou..."
Ryou's eyes snapped over at Bakura. He had a strange, sleep-smirk on his face, "Oh yeah...that's it Ryou...use your tongue..."
Ryou's eyes were wide and he felt his face flush. He'd lost track of how many times his face had turned red that day. He shifted into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. Bakura muttered again
"Mmm Ryou. And everyone thinks you're so innocent..."
Ryou almost giggled. Bakura was having a wet-dream. About HIM. Bakura let out a strangled groan, "Ryou...!" Bakura's lips twisted into his trademark smirk and Ryou was on the verge of laughing. Suddenly Bakura rolled over, throwing an arm around Ryou's waist, mumbling incoherently. Ryou froze as Bakura dragged him closer, burying his face into Ryou chest. "Ryou..." Bakura's words trailed off into silence as he slept on unaware of the effect he was having on his hikari.
Ryou smiled and daringly placed a kiss on Bakura's lips. He felt a tingle go through his body. He repeated the action, kissing his Yami's lips and throat. Bakura groaned again, his eyes snaping open, with a grunt, catching Ryou in mid-kiss.
"Ryou?" he asked, looking quizical
Ryou's eyes widened slightly."
"Umm...hi...?"
Bakura grinned and pulled Ryou down, claiming his mouth. Ryou gasped as Bakura ran his tongue along his bottom lip. Bakura used this oppurtunity to slip his tongue inside, sweeping around, tasting every nook as he prodded Ryou's tongue into play. Both tongues wrestling for control of the kiss. Bakura of course won out, and dominated the kiss. Ryou took a shakey breath as Bakura's lips abruptly tore from his mouth to his neck, nibbling and sucking at the base of his throat.
"Ba..kura..."
"Mmm, you like that Ryou?" he asked, reaching down and giving his rear a firm spank.
"Ah!" the smaller boy yelped. Bakura laughed, "Oh, I'msorry Ryou. Do you want me to stop?" He grinned evily,"Well too bad. Because you need to be punished."
Ryou's eyes widened. "For what?"
Bakura brought his face close to Ryou's, staring him in the eyes. "For being such a damn tease..."
Ryou let out an "oh" and giggled whenBakura spanked him again. Bakura purred, returning to nibbling at Ryou's neck, spurred on as Ryou began to moan gently, his eyes closed and expression serene. Bakura's lips found themselves attached to Ryou's collarbone, gently sucking. Ryou's eyes flew open and a gasp escaped his lips as Bakura bit down upon his collarbone. Ryou was surprised at the indifference he felt to the pain, there was just so much more pleasure drowning it out. Moaning softly, Ryou lifted his face to Bakura's, seeking out the yami's burning lips. Upon finding them, he pressed his own against them in a kiss. Bakura reciprocated hungrily, fire almost dancing in his eyes.
Ryou was aware that he was becoming extremely aroused. But he was too involved with Bakura's mouth to pay attention. Bakura, on the other hand, did. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning.
"Ryou, how nice of you to rise to the occasion."
Ryou was to dazed by Bakura's attentions to blush any deeper than he already had. Bakura reached down and began to undo Ryou's sweat pants, slipping them off and tossing them onto a rock a few feet away. Ryou shivered as Bakura's lips returned to Ryou's his tongue swirling around his Hikari's mouth, tasting him, devouring him, as his hands caressed the younger males body. Bakura was already bare-chested, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Ryou wore nothing but a sweater that had rode up to his under arms.
The skin on skin contact was enough to make both boys hiss in delight. His arousal was just as obvious as Ryou's. Ryou felt the pressure of Bakura's said arousal against his thigh and stiffened slightly.
Was that what he thought it was? He was too shy to glance down to check, and Bakura's fingers tickling their way down his sides threatened to pull his mind back into the lust-filled haze where there was nothing but Bakura's hands and mouth. Bakura's hand slipped around Ryou's back, caressing his rear. Ryou inhaled and gently pushed Bakura away, backing up. Bakura frowned, throughly confused.
"Ryou is something wrong?"
Ryou pulled his legs up to his chest. What should he say? Bakura huffed and crawled back over to Ryou, wrapping an arm around the boy, "If you're trying to play hard to get, I hate that game..."
Ryou shook his head, "No...I...I just don't want to...you know..."
Bakura heaved an 'I was afraid you'd say that' sigh and moved away as Ryou located his sweatpants and pulled them back on. Bakura slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt, laying down next to Ryou.
"Doesn't matter...Sleep Ryou. You'll need your energy tomorrow."
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Was Bakura angry with him?
Ryou lay where he sat. But the niggling fear of Bakura being upset with him plagued his mind, denying him rest. He rolled over to face Bakura.
"Bakura?"
A grunt. "What?"
"Are you...upset?"
Bakura cracked an eye open at that. "About what?"
Ryou twiddled his fingers, unable to look at his yami. "A-about earlier."
"Ehh. Don't worry about it Ryou,you're not the first virgin to freak out during a heavy make out session."
Ryou's head shot back to Bakura. "How do you know I'm a-?"
Bakura flashed his trademark smirk and winked, "We've shared a body since you were twelve until the last two years. If you'd gotten laid, I'd have known about it."
Ryou almost pouted, but knew he had a point. Bakura rolled over and pulling Ryou close to his side. Ryou relaxed as he ran a hand through his hair, the touch soothing. "Perhaps we're moving too fast, anyway..." Bakura said, "Let's make a deal. No sex unless you're absolutly sure you could handle that. I don't like getting my hopes up." He smirked,"Of course...that doesn't mean that I still can't kiss you, or touch you if I want...Or vice versa," he added, making Ryou blush even harder than he already was. "Deal?"
Ryou nodded, "Deal."
That said, Ryou moved over to his yami and curled up into his side, giving a content sigh as Bakura wrapped an arm around his middle. Both falling asleep shortly.
It seemed all too soon that Bakura roused his hikariand, after a quick breakfast of some food they'd taken from the bandits the revious day, dragged him onto the horse and began riding as fast as the mare could go, the sun still partialy hidden by the horizon.
Ryou held onto Bakura's waist tightly to avoid falling off as the horse bounced along, occaionly stubbling in the sand. At length, they stopped, to water the horse; then it was back to riding. They ran into several more snakes, all easily avoided as Bakura steered the mare around them, or otherwise dispatched them.
As the morning passed into noon, Ryou sighed. All he saw was sand any way he looked. The desert was so vast... Ryou was begining to doubt they'd ever find what Bakura was looking for.
As if on cue, Bakura suddenly pulled the horse to a halt.
"What is it? more snakes?" Ryou asked wierily, his view obstructed by Bakura's head and shoulders.
Bakura shook his head. "There it is..." He moved to the side so Ryou could get a look at the old, forgotten, but well preserved village just ahead of them against some cliffs. Ryou inhaled deeply at the sight. 'Note to self...never doubt Bakura...'he said mentaly.
Bakura turned to him, a serious expression on his face, "Welcome to Kul Elna."
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The village lay in ruin, as would be expected from being abandoned for millenia. The buildings were mere skeletons of their former selves. Ryou admired the remaining architecture as they rode into the village. The remnants of small, vaugly cube-shaped buildings lay in closely-packed rows. Empty doorways watched mournfully as the two men passed. Heavy stone blocks lay in the road, forcing Bakura to steer the horse from one side of the street to the other constantly. the houses accommodated long winding alleys between them. Some of the houses were small, unknowlingly exposing the poor wealth for it's past inhabitants. Though from Bakura's tale of a close-knit community, that wouldn't have mattered to the people who had lived here. Ryou was startled when Bakura suddenlyl stopped the mare and jumped down from the saddle, dashing through a narrow gap between two of the smaller houses. Ryou dismounted and hurried after him, not eager to be lost in this winding maze of turns and dilapidated stone.
Emerging from between two roofless buildings, Ryou found Bakura standing over a fountain. Any water that ran through it had dried up centuries ago. The small, carved stones that had stood in the centre lay scattered on the ground around it. Bakura stood, staring into the dusty bowl of a long destroyed fountain, a cold expression on his face.
Ryou stepped up behind him. "Bakura?"
Bakura turned to him, the cold expression unchanging. Ryou felt himself shudder a little. "Are you...alright?"
Bakura shook his head and turned away. "Something happened here. I can't remember...I-I can't remember!" He clasped the sides of his head in his hands and fell to his knees with a growl. "DAMNIT! This has to be important! ARGH! DAMN IT TO RA!"
As Bakura cursed and Swore to the gods for blocking this memory, Ryou glanced around. There was one structure, built against the cliffs, that seemed to have survived. Ryou approached it. It was a wall, that much was clear. He looked for an opening. After a bit of searching he found a small opening in the bricks, a section that had broken away over the years. He squeezed through the crack, grunting as he worked his way through. He emerged out the other side, brushing dust off his shirt. it was oddly shady on this side of the wall... He looked up and gasped.
"Bakura!"
Bakura heard his cry and ran towards the sound of his voice, his progress halted by the all-too-familiar wall. It was his mothers garden wall, made to sheild the plants from the harsh desert sun. He found the crack Ryou had squeezed through and wedged himself inside, once he broke through to the other side he almost ran into him, as he had barely moved from where he stood when he'd entered. "What is it?" The yami asked, "did you hurt yourself?"
Ryou just pointed.
Bakura followed his finger and froze, his mouth slightly agape.
"Mothers peach tree..."
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Sitting half under the shade of the cliffs was a small natural spring, and beside it stood the Peach tree. It had grown huge, it's branches heavy with ripe, ready-to-be-plucked peaches. Bakura gazed at it, stunned, approaching it slowly. Ryou watched silently as he delicately reached out and plucked one. He clutched it in both hands, as if it were fragile glass, raising it to his nose and inhaling the scent. He opened his mouth and bit into it, the taste filling his mouth as the sticky, sweet juices leaked down his chin messily. Bakurachewed and swallowed, his back to Ryou.
Ryou approached him, "Bakura...?"
Bakura felt his eyes burn as a warm liquid ran down his cheeks, he heard Ryou gasp somewhere beside him.
"Bakura...Why are you crying?"
Bakura didn't answer him, reaching a hand out to the tree to steady himself as his body shook with silent sobs. Ryou stood, transfixed, unsure of whether to try and comfort the yami or leave him to his memories. Deciding to give the yami a moment of privacy, Ryou turned back to the wall, examining. The structure had remained sturdy though its paint, liekly some ancient form of whitewash, had almost completely flaked away. The dried remains of a recently deceased wall-trailer hung from the bricks, its leaves falling to litter the ground. The only living, or visable, thing in the whole garden to have survived seemed to be the peach tree.
'The peach tree,' Ryou pondered, 'and Bakura.'
Ryou spun as a sharp, keening wail sounded from Bakura. He found the yamion his knees, clutching his head in his hands, his tears streaming down his face. He was biting his bottom lip, shaking. Ryou hesitantly reached out, touching his shoulder, "'Kura?"
The keening sound came again and, without thinking, Ryou dropped to his knees behind him, throwing his arms around the yami's neck. Bakura coughed, his head shooting up, eyes wide. Ryou tightened his grip. "Bakura, please don't cry anymore..."
Bakura stared dead ahead, his eyes unblinking. "I remembered something..." he muttered. "A cavern."
"Cavern?" Ryou repeated. Bakura stood, wiping his tears away. "My father..."he inhaled, "found a cavern within the cliffs. He said it was a secret, safe place he went to pray to the gods. I remember now...When the Pharaoh's soldiers attacked, He told me to go hide there and that the gods would protect me. I did as he said, but I snuck out when the screaming quieted. I thought the Pharaoh's guards had left... I saw footprints leading down into the underground temple and followed, thinking that was where the others were. And then I saw the cauldron..." he hissed painfully. "And I saw my father, mother, and brothers being pushed and thrown into it."
Ryou covered his mouth in horror. Bakura continued on. "The screams! I was powerless to help them. I stood there in the shadows and watched as everyone I had ever known, loved, hated, fought and cried with was thrown into that damned cauldron. Ninety nine were sacrificed and made into that golden mixture of souls. And it was from the mixture in that cauldron that the millennium items were forged."
As he said this, he fingered the millennium ring, the ring which he'd stolen all those years ago. The ring which had taken his soul into itself to save him when he had been killed trying to take another.
Ryou looked at his feet, unsure what to say."It must've been so painful for you..." He said.
Bakura squeezed his shoulder, touching his face "It was," he affirmed, droppinghis hand "It still does. It has dulled over the centuries, but it never really went away. I lost everything I knew that night. My homeland, my family, my childhood...I swore revenge that night. I made a promise to myself and to the lost souls of this place that I would take revenge on the Pharaoh for ordering this to be done to my people and sentancng me to a life of lonliness."
Ryou wrapped Bakura in an embrace. It wasn't QUITE the same thing, but...
"I know how you feel..."
Bakura gave Ryou a crooked smile. "Ryou. I want to show you something my father and the others hid in the caverns."
They rode in silence through the empty village streets. Ryou felt detached. He'd never been a part of this world, and being there now felt like a dream. Bakura's story spun in his mind, plaguing his thoughts.
The Pharoah sentencing innocent people to death over power? The idea was monstrous! He couldn't get his head around the idea of any human sacrificing an entire village of people just to gain power. He clung to Bakura both in fear of falling in the unstable terrain and to remind himself that Bakura was there. He needed something to keep him lodged in the here and now as he brooded in his dark thoughts.
"Ryou? Ryou, you're making it hard for me to breath."
Bakura's chuckle aroused Ryou to the fact that they had stopped moving. He lifted his head and saw that they had stopped by the large cliff face. Glancing back, Ryou noticed that they were situated at the far side of the village. Quite a strategic location for a settlement, now that he thought about it. Bakura was crouched at the foot of a tall shrub, examining the roots. The shrub erupted from the cracked earth and crawled its way up the cliff face, towering well over the height of a man. Bakura drew a heavy looking knife from his pocket and swung it at a thick root. The knife riccocheted off the thick root, bouncing out of Bakura's grip. Ryou scrabbled to avoid it as it bounced in his direction.
Grumbling, Bakura rose and strode over to the horse, pulling something from a saddlebag and turned back to the shrub, eyes glinting with mischievous intent.
Ryou's jaw dropped. "Bakura, how in the world did you get a machete through customs?"
Bakura just grinned innocently, " I Didn't. I took it from the bandits," he said. Ryou pouted, making Bakura laugh.
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Half an hour of Bakura hacking with the somewhat dull blade, and cackling at the shrub's sorry fate, the two males stood facing an intricately carved doorway cut into the cliff's face. Ryou looked inside. It was dark, and the passage was deep and dusty. Bakura took his hand and led him inside the winding, twisting passage.
Ryou couldn't see a thing, and it made him uncomfortable.
"Bakura?"
"Yes?"
"I can't see where I'm going..."
"Oh." he said. He had no problem with the dark. "Just a moment..."
He stopped, letting go of Ryou's hand, he stepped away, a slight clanging sound was heard and he heard Bakura mutter something. There was a bright flash.
Ryou blinked from the sudden light, when he opened his eyes, he saw Bakura had lit torches that seemed to line the walls on either side of them.
"How did you-"
"These are MAGIC torches Ryou. No fuel, so they never run out of light. Old magic. I told you many of my people were spell casters."
Ryou nodded, relieved now that he could see where they were going. The Yami continued leading his hikari down the passageways for what seemed likeand hour before coming to a stop before what looked like a dead end. Ryou looked confused, "Why are-"
"Shhh..."
Bakura drew his hand dagger from his waist. He sliving his palm with it.
"Bakura, what're you-"
Bakura shh'd him again. He pressed the bloodly hand to the wall. "I am Akefia, known as Bakura. Youngest son of Akuramen. Allow us passage."
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There was a loud, groaning sound and the wall began to part. Bakura grinned, the wound on his hand healing as a burst of ancient, familiar magic stirred up the air. It was his fathers. Ryou felt the warm energy surround him. It made him feel...safe.
Bakura repeated the magic words, and lit the torches within the room, releasing Ryou's hands and began examining the walls. Hieroglyphs were gauged into the walls with great care, the entire room a canvas for incantations and secrets. Ryou wandered around slowly, marvelling at the marks. They were foreign to even his father's knowledge of hieroglyphics and hieratic.
"Bakura, what do all these heiroglyphs mean? I've never seen any like them before."
Bakura turned from the wall, searching the vast room with Ryou."They're not technically hieroglyphs, which might be why you don't recognise them. They're an altered form of hieroglyphs that were used to encode spells and incantations. The evidence of them is usually destroyed when the writer dies so as to prevent anyone else from finding and using them. But of course, no-one had the chance here. They all died along with the writer. My father."
The last part was hushed, Bakura merely muttering to himself. Ryou heard it and decided to change the subject. "So what did you want to show me Bakura?"
Bakura resumed his examination of the wall in front of him. "I'll let you know when I find the right- Ah! here we go!" Bakura turned to grin at Ryou."Ryou, you see the eagle carved into the floor?"
Ryou nodded. "It matches the one by your hand." He responded.
Bakura grinned again. "Watch its eye." He turned back to the wall and thrust a small dagger into the carved stone eye of the eagle on the wall. Ryou jumped back, startled, as the stone eyelids of the eagle parted, a podium rising through the widening gap. Upon the podium was a cloth, seemingly new despite being thousands of years old.
Bakura walked over and lfted the cloth, revealing a book bound in black leather with the golden eye of Horus upon it. Ryou's eyes widened, 'Is that a millineum spellbook?"
Bakura picked it up as if it were a holy item, "No, it's The village treasure. The spells of 100 generations of sorcers, witches, and magicians lies in these pages."
Ryou eyes widened at the concept.
100 generations?
Amazing!
Bakura stroked the spine gently, "It has a seal. This was entrusted to my father, that's why it's down here. Perhaps the gods wanted me to retrieve it for some reason..."
"But why?"
"Ra knows if I have a clue..." Bakura said shrugging.
End of Chapter Three