deliciae
"A memory of love"
Yaoi:
Main pairing: Bakura/Yami (Yami Bakura/Yami Yugi)
Side pairing: Ryou/Yugi (Bakura/Yugi)
deliciae: Obviously this is AU. If it weren't, I might just be happy.
Muse: What she means is she doesn't own it, never have, never will.
deliciae: 'runs off crying'
Muse: 'looks around, smiling' My bad…
deliciae: 'offstage' But, Muse, you are…
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The school bell rang, ending the day once again. As Yugi placed his books wearily in his bag, he thought about how the house would be silent and alone. His grandfather had left just that morning, after Yugi had went to school; he was headed to Egypt, to help translate some newly-discovered hieroglyphs for his old friend, Arthur.
Ryou waited by the door until the solemn boy exited, then followed instep. "Yugi, are you alright?" The soft British-accented voice seemed to stir the Duelist from his musings, and he smiled apologetically. "Oh, sorry, Ryou. I'm fine." The soft smile never lit his lavender eyes like normal, and the white-haired hikari was skeptic. "What are you going to do for the weekend?"
"Well…" Yugi paused, and shook his head dejectedly. "I have to run the store while Grandpa's gone." This perked interest, as Ryou asked, "Gone? Where did he go?" With an almost inaudible sigh, the tri-haired hikari replied, "Grandpa had to go to Egypt; Arthur needed his help."
Nodding softly, Ryou's thoughts drifted to the last time the elderly man had left. Yugi had been miserable, having been left alone; well, truly not alone, because of the ancient pharaoh's presence, but that provided little comfort for the young boy. Ryou smiled lightly as they exited the school building.
As they turned the street corner in silence, both boys' hands interlocked, holding one another. Discreetly, the two hikaris had been dating; however, as they feared the repercussions for their relationship, they were not too open about it publicly. Yet, once alone, the two would hold hands as a simple sign of affection.
"Well, Yugi, I will see you later." Ryou went to pull away, as it was where they separated, for Ryou had a different route home than Yugi. But Yugi did not release the British boy from his grasp. "Ryou? C-could you please come over? I'll be all alone…"
Confusion filled Ryou at Yugi's softly spoken words. "Alone? But, Yugi, Yami—…" Quickly Yugi interrupted, "Yami is always in his soulroom, he hardly keeps me company. I'll be so alone…" A pout formed on the shorter youth's lips, and that undid the brown-eyed hikari. "Oh, alright, Yugi. We might do our homework as well." "Oh thank you Ryou!" Firm arms were wrapped around the taller boy's waist, and just as quickly Yugi pulled away. With their hands still clasped, Yugi proceeded to drag Ryou towards the Game Shop.
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The white-haired fiend awoke from his afternoon nap in a cramped position on the small couch. The house was unusually dark, and Bakura blinked, realizing his hikari hadn't yet turned on the lights. He sat up; his mind still fuddled by sleep, and shook himself to fully awaken. After standing up, he went around the house turning on different laps.
'Ryou must have went to Yugi's. Better go retrieve him.' With that thought, he grabbed a set of keys and exited the house then locked it. Halfway to Yugi's, Bakura began to berate himself for not bringing a jacket. The weather was becoming cooler, and Bakura was still accustomed to Egypt's heated autumn evenings, so it was cold to the Egyptian spirit. As he looked up, he spotted the Game Shop down a few feet, and proceeded to sprint to it.
The windows were dark, only a lone lamp shone in the store. Bakura tried the doorknob and found the shop to be locked. With a smile, he pulled out a lock pick and jimmied the lock, forcing his way into the store. Hearing noise from the upstairs living quarters, Bakura decided to climb the stairs and check.
In the small living room, Yugi lay with Ryou, both curled in a blanket upon the lone couch. The television sounded quietly, forgotten, as both youths had drifted into slumber. Bakura smiled at the picture the two hikaris presented; Yugi lay propped up by the armrest of the couch, and Ryou was curled against him, his head rested on Yugi's chest.
As Bakura knelt beside the couch, he briefly wondered where Yami was, and what he was up to. The thought was lost however, as Ryou stirred slightly, feeling his yami's presence. Sleep-filled brown eyes blinked open and met a similar pair, then they blinked again, followed by a yawn. "Yami…" Ryou softly whined, as realization dawned, and as he also knew Bakura was there to take him home.
Yugi roused from his sleep, having felt Ryou awaken. Violet eyes looked upon the white-haired 'angel' and he smiled softly. He pulled Ryou closer, and only then did he notice the dark half at eye-level. Sheepishly, he uttered, "Oh, hi Bakura."
Bakura sighed and stood, and looked down at the two lovers cuddling. "Alright, Ryou, you can stay. Just don't stay up all night, even if you don't have school tomorrow." Ryou nodded, too happy to speak. /Thank you, thank you…/ //Yeah, you owe me// With a ruffle of Ryou's hair, Bakura exited the Game Shop.
The white-haired thief headed back to his hikari's house, unlocked it, entered then locked it again. He dimmed the lights before he climbed up the stairs. He entered his room, undressed, and slid into bed. Thoughts seemed to pull him in a million directions as he lied there, not able to fall asleep. Then slowly, the multitude of emotions, feeling, and thoughts faded away, and as sleep finally claimed him, only one thing was on his mind: Yami.
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Yami awoke, his body drenched in sweat. It had been horrible, a dream, a nightmare. But Yami knew it for what the dream truly was, a memory. Most of Yami's memories had been unlocked, yet there were mysterious blank-spaces, spots where the knowledge was forbidden to him.
As he sat there, his heart still racing, his thoughts drifted back to the hellish dream, one he wished that was still locked away.
I~ 'Yami!' A young white-haired boy came towards him. Both boys were in the Prince's private chambers, and thus, the boy—a slave—was able to freely call Yami—the Prince by his true name.
'What is it, 'Kura?' A sheepish smile lighted the twelve-year-old's face as he peered up at his master. 'Yami… I-I love you.'~/I
The dreamscape had changed at that point, to when Yami had found his father dead. Bakura and Yami were both 14, lovers, and now, everything had changed. Bakura told Yami of how the Pharaoh had destroyed his family, put unjust hatred between them for reasons still unknown. Yet, the love between both had continued.
I~ 'But I love you.' A more-matured Yami turned away from these words, tears glimmering in his eyes. 'Yami…' Bakura's voice had dropped to a pleading whimper, his words choked with emotion.
Yami knew that his country came first, then his love. 'Here.' Yami grabbed a purple-dyed wrapped-package and turned, handing it to Bakura. Wordlessly the white-haired youth opened the gift, his eyes full of confusion. Gold glinted as it was uncovered, and Bakura picked up the item—a ring of sorts. 'What is this, Yami?'
A sigh escaped the young monarch's lips, as he sought to explain the mysterious item. 'This Ring is one of the seven sacred items. Each one has it's own special ability; yours can track and locate any of the Items, from wherever you are. And as well, I own the most powerful one, the Puzzle. It is an heirloom of my Dynasty, marking those as Pharaoh.' Yami picked up an upside-down pyramid shaped golden block, and smiled sadly, 'This is the Puzzle. And I know, wherever I am, you shall find me.' Tears freely escaped the tri-haired boy's crimson eyes, running unchecked. ~/I
Soon after this, Yami recalled that Bakura had disappeared, his mind warped by the minions who opposed him. His heart clenched at the familiar pang of hurt, as word had trickled in of a white-haired boy stealing from the tombs of past Pharaohs, even that of Yami's father. With a heavy heart, he ordered the capture of the 'Tomb Robber'. It had taken time, years before the capture. Once Bakura had been brought before him, his capture only due to a mere mistake, Yami's heart crumbled. He told his guards to leave them, and he stepped from the dais, headed for his former love.
I~ Brown eyes glittered with hardness and vengeance, his once lovely face shaped with hatred and experience. A scar had marred the cheek and flawed the once-lovely skin. Yami's breath became shorter as he looked over the Tomb Robber's form. The skin had darkened slightly and the muscles had become more pronounced. In a cold, harsh, relentless voice, Bakura snarled, 'Pharaoh, do my looks please you or something?'
Normally Yami had snapped to other slaves or captives, but to Bakura, he ran his hand over the scar. 'Yes, 'Kura, they still do.' Bakura started in surprise, the golden Ring clinking as it connected with his bare chest suddenly. 'Answer me, why did you do this? Why did you run? Steal?'
The thief did not reply, and Yami sadly nodded, his heart broken. He knew his time was drawing to a close as well, for the Ka Monsters had started revolting, destroying unnecessarily. Those who opposed the young Pharaoh were gaining, and soon Yami's Dynasty would topple. Yet, he had firmly believed his love would be by his side and now he knew that was not to be.
The door opened silently and the High Priest, Set, entered the room. The item in his grasp, the Rod, glowed softly. Yami softly nodded, and Set stopped in front of his Pharaoh, bowing low. 'My Pharaoh, does this thief know of his punishment?' Yami sighed, 'No, Set. But now I shall tell him.'
Bakura's eyes widened at this turn of events. He had known the punishment was severe for a Tomb Robber, but it seemed his was different. Yami tilted Bakura's head so their eyes met; tears shimmered in crimson, and brown stared indifferently. 'B-Bakura, you must know how much I love you.' Time seemed to stop as their lips met for only a brief second, and as they broke apart, Yami let loose a sob. ''Kura, you are to be imprisoned within the Ring, for all eternity, as you will never meet Anubis.'
Disbelief welled up in Bakura. Being denied the afterlife was the vilest punishment available, but it was not that which Yami had intended. Yami knew that this gave him another chance to be with his Tomb Robber, the one that had surely stolen the greatest treasure: his heart. With another kiss, Yami stepped back, and the chants began echoing through the room. The Ring, Rod, and Puzzle glowed brightly, and Bakura let loose a bloodcurdling scream as he felt his soul being torn from his body.
Yami said softly, just before the spell was complete, 'We shall meet once again, my love.' The Ring glowed once more, and then the lifeless body of a former tomb robber fell to the ground. Yami removed the Ring and carefully handed it to Set. Guards hurried in to dispose of the body, but Yami halted them. 'Have him buried with respect.' The guards nodded, not questioning, as they carried Bakura's dead body from the room.
Set looked at Yami after the door closed once again, his normally ice-cold expression soft, and in a gentle voice, he said, 'The Gods will let you see him again one day. But, my Pharaoh, are you sure that you want this?' Yami nodded, and Set quickly sealed him within the puzzle, the powerful Shadow Magic locked in its confines. After the Puzzle had stopped glowing upon the unmoving chest of the dead Pharaoh, Set grabbed it and broke the Puzzle apart. ~ /I
Yami felt tears slip down his cheeks mindlessly as he roused from the flashbacks. His love for Bakura was undeniable, and he bowed his head, suddenly lost in the sea of emotions. Yet, one thing was clear, he knew he had to see Bakura. Quickly he got up, and looked through his clothes. As he started dressing, he wondered if Bakura would be happy to see him—or if he'd even remember.
After he slipped on his black leather boots, Yami stared into the full-length mirror. The tight black leather pants fitted like a second skin, as did the blood-red leather shirt that accentuated his crimson eyes. The outline of his eyes looked darker, blacker, like he had touched them with kohl. A red and black choker replaced the tradition belt around his neck, and a small black ankh hung from the clasp. Around his wrists were black and red bracelets in disarray.
Yami smiled at his appearance and exited the room. He paused by his hikari's room and shook his head in amusement as he heard Ryou's voice mumble something to Yugi. He knocked softly, and opened the door. Both hikari's were lying in bed, covered by blankets, but obviously tired and sated; Yugi's lavender eyes blinked open wearily and he smiled at Yami. "I just wanted you to know I'm going for a walk."
Yugi nodded, "Alright. Just take your key." "Now get some sleep—both of you." Ryou smiled sleepily, closing his soft fawn eyes as he leaned into Yugi's embrace. As Yugi yawned, Yami closed the door, and then exited the house through the Game Shop entrance, locking it behind him.
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TBC.
deliciae: Did anyone like?
Muse: Yea, did anyone like this? If not… 'holds up blowtorch'
deliciae: Now, now, Muse. Don't need to get like that. Anyways, comments are always accepted, and appreciated. Please review, since this is my first fic.