Wooooh! This chapter has a lot in it xD Foreshadowing, Bakura torture, and the introduction of the Dusk and Dawn! What more could a girl/boy/yaoifan want?...except porn but SH that comes later! Yes. Not saying much, cuz I'm sure you don't want to listen to me ramble

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"Smile, my dear moon." A low, sadistic voice purred, sending horrible, unpleasant shudders through his form at the almost seductive croon, trying to flinch away from the speaker in disgust only to find himself immobile.

Blackness swirled around them, shielding the speaker from his view - or maybe his eyes weren't open, it was hard to tell. His entire body was numb, wether from cold or a drug or something else entirely, but either way he found himself incapable of movement. Chest stung with every breath, the faintest, metallic taste of blood raising in the back of his throat. His head spun, leaving him feeling dizzy and sick.

Suddenly an ice cold hand brushed his cheek and he tried to jerk back, tried to pull away, couldn't. Panic roared in his ear, deafening him to the world around him, above him, beneath him. Lips brushed his ear but only the pressure alerted him to the fact, unable to actually feel the warmth or the cold from the touch. Whispers he couldn't hear tempted him, disgust broiled in his belly.

Get away from me! He desperately tried to shriek, couldn't. Helpless, completely at the mercy of the other...

And then the world erupted. Suddenly he was screaming, entire body enveloped in the raging inferno roaring around them, the heat more intense then anything it had ever felt. Feeling came rushing back, and there was other people screaming but he had no idea who, lost in his own terror and pain but once he thought about it wasn't hurting at all, flames licked at him but they almost seemed to caress, not burn, and then his vision refocused just in time to see a glimpse of rage filled purple, and then he was drowning and the flames were consuming him...!

Bakura woke up with a violent jerk, mouth open in a silent scream. Sides heaving in panic he curled inwards on himself, eyes clenching closed tightly, body shimmering with sweat as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. Slowly his world began to stabilize, slowing back into focus.

The first thing his senses picked up on was the faint, quiet sound of someone breathing. Stiffening the moon tensed as his mind finally recognized a soft weight pressing against his back, blood working on high alert, adrenaline still pulsating through him from his dream. Or was it a nightmare?

Carefully, so as to try and not alert the possible threat to his wakefulness, Bakura eased himself up onto one elbow, just enough leverage to glance warily over his shoulder. Instantly all the fight rushed out of him with the speed of a waterfall.

Curled up beside him - obviously unhappy with someone taking his spot, and thus grudgingly deciding to share it instead of locating another one - was Marik, eyes closed and mouth opened in a deep sleep, obviously completely undisturbed by Bakura's outburst. Instantly the moon felt stupid; even if it hadn't been the sun, what could have happened!? 'Possible threat'? What or who could possibly be a threat to him!? Stupid dreams, screwing up his mind. No one could hurt him. Well, minus the current slumbering blond, so his caution had certainty been a good thing, but still, it left him feeling agitated for letting the stupid dream get to him.

Wait, if Marik was here...Shit! Glancing sharply at the sky, Bakura saw the tell-tale signs of purplish blue mixing with reddish orange, meaning the day had ended and Dusk was trying to keep things going until the bloody Moon got around to doing his job. Still a little sluggish from the unpleasant dream that had quickly given way to a much more pleasant wakefulness - the sun was SLEEPING BESIDE HIM, a fact that was taking a bit to fully sink in - Bakura absently decided Yami could hold out a while longer. Who cared if dusk ran a little bit over? Who was going to challenge him on it, really?

Tearing his gaze away from the sky to instead refocus on the optimistic view of the sun's close quarters, Bakura tried to remain as still as possible, not wanting to press his good fortune and pull Marik into consciousness; that probably wouldn't end well. Sure, the sun had slept beside him willingly enough, but by the slight furrowing of his forehead, Bakura had a fairly good idea it wasn't exactly a decision he was all to pleased with.

Despite this, however, it was utterly impossible for the moon to fight off the giddy grin worming it's way across his face. After all, this had been the closest he'd ever been to the enigmatic other, and if he went about this carefully enough he might even be able to get out of it with all his limbs intact.

Breath catching in his throat, Bakura tensed slightly as Marik suddenly shifted in his sleep - however, obviously the blond had no intentions of waking without intervention, because he simply curled up tighter and then fell back into motionlessness. Releasing the air through his nose in a relieved sigh, Bakura allowed himself to bask in the almost peaceful presence of the one who had held his attention for so long, feeling absolutely no desire to wake the other up.

This was nice.

"Lord Bakura!" A loud, usually welcome but suddenly very unwanted voice jerked Bakura into focus, and he groaned loudly as he spotted the flashes of light darting towards him at rapid speed. Shit shit shit! As Ryou and Malik came into view, the moon made to tell them to shut the fuck up; only to be spared the effort when, upon spotting him and his current predicament, both jerked to a halt and gaped.

His relief was short lived, because their surprise faded quite rapidly into fear. Which could only mean...

A low growl rumbled through his body and, flinching in an 'oh fuck' sort of way, Bakura slowly craned his neck to meet annoyed and very unhappy-to-see-him eyes. Fuck.

Smiling weakly, the moon cleared his throat, desperately biting back the urge to bolt - not only did he have an image to keep, running might only anger the sun more. All equal strengths aside, in a full out fight the moon was at a heavy disadvantage, in the way he really did not humour the idea of damaging the other's very appealing body. Which would make it an one-sided fight, and a very unfair one at that. "Morning."

As expected, his response came in the form of narrowing purple and lips curling back to reveal ivory fangs. Much to Bakura's dismay, said fangs still had the slightest flecks of his own blood from their yesterday meeting.

That was the only warning he received before, with a loud snarl that sent everything within hearing range into a flurry of panic, the sun was upon him.

Yelling in terror the two stars scrambled backwards, watching in shock as the moon smacked harshly against the ground, cursing violently as he fought off the rageful sun to the best of his ability without actually inflicting any damage. Which was really hard, considering Marik seemed to have full intentions on decapitating him, so peace was not quick in coming.

Pain was something quite new to Bakura - his position, his power, his mere existence, meant no one tried or was capable of hurting him. So when razor sharp claws sank in his shoulder, the unfamiliar blinding burn, much to his utter mortification, drew a shrill shriek from his form.

And then suddenly Marik was yanked off him, and a short yelp announced the blond had been momentarily put out of commission. However, the moon had no time to find relief, because the next instant he was jerked to his feet.

Only to be down again when a fist slammed into his face and he smacked the ground, blinking dazedly up at the menacing form looming over him.

Slowly his panic-filled mind began to ease down, his vision cleared, and Bakura found himself gazing up at the very, very unhappy form of one Yami.

"That's for making me stay out longer and waste time that could be better spent with Yugi!" The dusk snapped, hands fisted on his hips, foot tapping the ground in a very agitated manner.

Groaning Bakura let his head fall back, hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Us above, Yami, was that necessary?" He grumbled, pressing a hand beneath his nose, miffed when a warm stickiness coated his skin. He was bleeding. Well, pouring was a more appropriate term, but either way, damn Yami packed a punch when he was pissy.

"Yes, yes it was. And don't you get started!" Yami added sharply, interrupting the rumbling snarl coming from one very unhappy Sun. Startled by the snap the growl died in Marik's throat and he simply blinked at the aggravated male.

Usually a fight like this didn't occur between them. Simply due to power levels being exactly the same, fighting between the four was pointless and only ended in both participants being worn out and nursing equal wounds, so it was better for all of them to avoid it altogether. However, at the moment, the Moon and Sun were both at a very clear disadvantage. After all, it was the Dusk and Dawn's duties to ensure stability among the four entities; so when Marik and Bakura did clash, naturally the Dusk was granted a slight power boost to return them all to equal levels of neutrality.

Same went for the Dawn, but Yugi was far to gentle to ever fight. But despite that, he did a very good job at putting them all at peace. Speaking of whom..."Is everyone feeling a little calmer now?" Yugi asked softly as he glided gracefully into the area, soft smile doing as it did best, and soothing the tension currently brimming in the air.

Grumbling was the only response Marik gave, Bakura simply shooting the dawn a rather unpleasant look as he willed the blood to stop flowing - as expected his nose instantly fixed - while Yami seemed to completely lose all fight, grinning warmly at the smaller one. "I certainly am, my little Dawn."

Trying not to grimace and let his jealousy show at the obvious connection between the two that, grudgingly, he wished to have with the currently pouting Sun, Bakura merely rolled his eyes and rose to his feet. Making a show of brushing himself off he said nothing as he turned his back on them and stalked off, Malik and Ryou glancing at each other uneasily before following after him.


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