Chapter 1, wooh. This was actually already half finished by the time I got the prologue up, cuz I typed both of them at school. ^^ For the record, the story will mostly be following Bakura. He's the main character. May switch if I want to show a characters personal view on it, but mostly it'll follow the Moon.
Disclaimer: Plot's mine, nothing else. I may no profit. Unless one day I decide to make a series with a plot like this, only with my own characters. But for now, just plot is mine
Moonlight streamed across the earth, caressing the slumbering creatures of the world with an icy chill; the shivers that welcomed the touch only further satisfied the night and it continued it's journey, not happy until a faint glaze of frost settled upon the grass. Even then it continued to slither onwards, not stopping until all creatures foolish enough to sleep alone were quivering in their sleep, and the breath that escaped the mouths of all to appear in the frosty air.
Pleased with his work Bakura reclined on the grassy hill he sat upon, legs folded beneath him as he surveyed the effects of his rule. Usually nights were warmer then this during the summer, but he was in a particularly sour mood, and as such the rest of the world suffered for it.
"Bakura! Lord Bakura!" A bright, bubbly voice called out to him and despite himself the moon grinned, tilting his head back so his pale blue bangs no longer shielded his eyes, spotting the small forms darting towards him.
"Hello there little star." Bakura crooned in response as the glittering creature hovered in front of him.
Often the moon had found himself wondering over the likeness between him and the other. Both shared the same mane of blue hair, though his was respectfully much sharper and wilder, frozen into horn like curves by the cold he preferred to surround himself in. Their eyes were the same strange combination of red and brown, though where Bakura's red sank deep and was more pronounced, the brown of Ryou's shone through clearly.
As well, where Bakura preferred to dress himself in tight garb of various blues and silvers, the other boy wore the traditional yellow arrays that all stars shared; and while Bakura could take flight by a simple thought alone with no need of assistance, young Ryou required the aid of the shimmering golden wings flapping erratically from between his shoulders blades.
Flushing with delight at the nickname Ryou landed gracefully on the ground, giving a low bow to the mighty being. It was only then that Bakura acknowledged the other accompanying his look alike.
Another star, but quite a sharp contrast to his friend, Malik was an unpleasant reminder of the thing Bakura had recently chilled the world to distract himself from. Pale blond hair fell smoothly down to his shoulders, the same colour as the hair of the annoyance. Not only that, but the star also shared the same, grayish-purple eyes, sparked with an equal defiance, and the same sharp tenseness to the shoulders of one far to proud for their own good.
However, on small difference was enough to give the moon at least a small satisfaction; knowing his place far to well Malik had also set upon the grass and lowered into the required bow, showing his own respect to the other entity.
Nodding in acknowledgment Bakura returned his attention to Ryou, amused to find the star still lowered in the bow. "Raise, little star. I thought I'd have trained you from that habit by now." He teased, watching with a grin as the other's ears turned an interesting shade of red out of embarrassment as he obediently lifted himself into a much more flattering stand.
"Sorry, Lord Bakura." Ryou began but Bakura waved it off with a smirk.
"Yeah yeah – all stars trained from birth to bow before my might. Flattering, I assure you, but highly unnecessary." Somewhere during his speech Malik had also risen from his bow, though with a slight more apprehension since the moon hadn't told him directly that he didn't have to pay his own respects.
However, Bakura raised no complaints, so Malik allowed himself to relax. "So, what brings you two to me this lovely night?" Bakura questioned as he spread out his palm, absently creating glistening ice crystals on his fingertips, watching with slight interest as ice patterns spread along his palms, along the veins.
Hesitation was his response and he rolled his eyes, shaking his hand to remove the ice in one clear swoop, where it sprinkled to the earth harmlessly. "Okay, none of that. My questions aren't traps, you two both know that. Say what you want, I promise not to turn you into ice statues or whatever else your uppers tell you I'll do."
Looking mortified that he had upset the other, Ryou made as though to drop into another bow, only to be halted by Malik's hand and receive a slightly exasperated look. "He's annoyed with us for being to respectful, Ryou, I doubt bowing is going to make him feel any better." He scolded, and was rewarded with a grin from Bakura.
"Well said, little star. Now, are you going to answer my question..?" There was no real threat to his words, but both of the stars knew better then to tempt him and end up putting him in a worse mood then he obviously already was.
"We just…noticed it was a rather cold night for summer…" Ryou finally murmured, flinching slightly at the loud snort that came from Bakura at the words. However, he bit his tongue against the apology, knowing that him apologizing tended to only aggravate the moon more.
Dropping onto his back and folding his arms behind his head Bakura made a face at the sky, a rather immature move that was common for the moon, as if he was trying to annoy whoever was the current cause for his agitation.
"I tried to start a conversation with him again."
At that both the star's mouths formed into small "o's" of understanding, knowing all to well exactly who he was. The same person he had been yesterday, and the night before that, and the night several weeks earlier. He was the common center of Bakura's unhappiness, and had been the cause of more then one ice cold night.
Deciding that he could do so without causing offence Malik settled down on the grass, tugging Ryou down beside him; Bakura's lack of response to the action confirmed his theory, so Malik continued on with the conversation. "I assume he is still refusing to acknowledge your conversations?"
"Naturally." Biting down hard on his thumb with a small growl that caused both stars to flinch, Bakura chewed on the skin in an attempt to ease his frustrations. Only after the sharp tang of blood alerted him to the fact he had broken through did he remove the now slightly swollen appendage, watching with the same vague interest he had shown to his ice creations as the crimson liquid oozed from the wound.
Seemingly oblivious to the concerned look he received from the stars at the action he quickly dragged his tongue along his thumb, watching with a slightly narrowed eye - obediently the wound sealed shut. Satisfied, he returned to chewing on it. "Bastard won't even look at me. Well, he does. At first. Sort of a 'what do you want?' look, then just completely ignores if I don't exist. Fucker." Hissing in sheer agitation he removed his thumb to glower at the swirling stars above him; obviously some must have spotted him even from all the way up there, because they all scattered.
Only slightly amused by that the moon pushed himself into a sitting position, brushing off nonexistent dirt from his pants. "I swear, one day I'll just punch the prick in the face. See how he likes that." Smirking darkly he closed his eyes, imagining slamming his fist into that arrogant face. Grabbing his hair. Shoving him onto the ground and - WOAH!
Releasing a startled sort of yelp his eyes snapped open, causing his two companions to start into standing positions, gazing at the moon in bewildered fright, obviously under the impression he had snapped and was about to attack someone. Which had actually been the original plan, up until his mind had decided to take a sharp u-turn into unwanted territories.
Not that they were new thoughts, of course. Far from it. There had been no attempts on his part not to think about throwing the other down and having his way with him, but honestly, couldn't he put those thoughts off long enough to think about kicking his ass!? Obviously not. Because even now he thinking about how much of a shame it would be to have to damage said ass, considering it was very pretty.
Shaking his head sharply the moon sighed, flashing the two skittish ones an amused grin. "Calm down, little stars. I'm not going to attack you - I was just thinking." He soothed, running a hand through his hair and arching his back in a graceful stretch. Hesitant at first, Ryou and Malik finally settled back down, watching the entity cautiously. After all, they knew Bakura could be spontaneous.
"Uhm..Lord Bakura..?" Malik spoke up softly, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at the other warily, unsure if he was overstepping boundaries with what he wanted to ask. At the others encouraging nod, however, he decided that even if he was it was to late to reconsider, because Bakura hated people who didn't finish what they started. "I was just wondering...why don't you go to visit him right now?"
A startled silence. Blinking at the blond star in confusion the moon leaned back just slightly, a small frown starting to worm his way onto his face. See him now? But it was night. Which meant Bakura was supposed to be here, doing his duty, not out being ignored by some prick with a stick stuck so far up his ass you could see it when he opened his mouth. Pause. Well, obviously, his mind wasn't doing well right now. After all, he never opened his mouth when Bakura was around. Which was the whole problem.
"Because..." Because what though? Now that he thought about it, hey, why not? Everyone was asleep - save for the stars, and probably the Dawn and Dusk, but those two never slept when both of them had spare time.
Giving a sharp nod he rose to his feet, smirking widely as he tilted his head to the side. "Good idea, little star." He stated, ruffling Malik's hair as he passed, ignoring the disgruntled sound that he was rewarded for his effort. "You two go do whatever stars do when not conversing with the almighty moon. I'm going for a visit." Flashing the two a smirk he disappeared from view.
The two glanced uneasily at each other, then obediently unfurled their wings and took to the air.
R&R
