Hello fans new and old, I know I shouldn't be putting up a new fanfic, especially with how slow the other is developing, but I'm bad.

This I promise to update once a month, no sooner no later, every twelfth I will put up a new chapter ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh and I get no profit from this, what-so-ever, which sucks because I'm poor.

Silver Scales

He can't hear them over his own panting and the leaves crushing under his feet, but he knows they are still behind him, like predators to prey, waiting for him to tire to corner him, so he runs. He's been running for so long now, his lungs burning and legs achy, but he continues though he doesn't even know where he is, lost in a sea of trees.

The boy stops for the first time since the chase began, before him is a cave, large and dark.

He contemplates the dangers of entering, his thoughts are cut short by a twig snapping, fear of wild animals or cave-ins are put in the back of his mind as the one of getting caught moves his legs.

The farther in the darker it gets, cold like stepping into a freezer and the air is old and hard to swallow, but the boy continues as if possessed.

"Ah!" he cries out in shock as the floor suddenly gives under him and he is all too suddenly in mid air, falling. A small groan leaves his lips when a crash landing quickly comes, his behind aching with the abuse of landing on unyielding rock.

Dust and debris is all about him, clinging onto pristine clothes and white locks, along with clouding the air and tainting his lungs as he breathes it in. After a small coughing fit he reaches up to clear his eyes, they burn, that's when he comes to a shocking realization, he can see.

Everything is drowned in a blue glow.

"Hello?" The voice thick with accent echoes off the stone walls, carrying far. "-Hello?-" Looking up at the dark hole he fell through the boy knows he isn't getting back up that way and the hall the opposite way is also black, so when there is no answer he stands to investigate, the light must be coming from somewhere, hopefully from someone.

The walls here are closer together, like a hallway, the teen muses as he walks forward, everything becoming more and more clear.

A gasp leaves his lips as he looks at the beauty to behold in wonder. Sticking from the inky, black walls are beautiful, glowing blue crystals in large clumps, it's like nothing he's seen before.

Apprehensively a pale hand reaches out to touch the source of his light, they are warm and smooth to the touch, like glass. He knows no one would believe him if he was to speak of this odd stone, though that kind of added to the wonder of it, this is just for him.

Reluctantly the boy begins to walk again, search for an exit, the blue crystals guiding him down the way, until slowly they become fewer and instead words are carved within the stone in a writing the teen doesn't understand.

"These... are ancient ruins?" Again his soft voice echoes loudly, as if he yelled.

He contemplates going back as it continues to grow darker, but there is no exit that way, he must continue forward.

A single random blue stone is a relief to the boy; he comes across them in his journey from time to time, when before they were in clumps of twenty or more lining the walls.

His hand rests on the wall as he walks, not to feel the denting of the words carved into them under his fingers, but to help him travel in his blindness. Soon the wall turns into air, though he doesn't need it.

Again the boy is lost in amazement as his sight is back allowing him to witness another marvel. The walls warp into a dome larger than any place he's seen before, single crystals laid about in an intricate pattern. The teen steps forward, every step bouncing off the halls hollowly, he twirls around to see it all but stops in mid twirl, something catches his interest.

Something large is in the corner, taking up the whole corner, the whole thing is one fourth of the size of the room, how did he miss it? He steps towards the thing, the lump is reflecting the blue lights, glowing, it is a dazzling silver.

"Ah!" The child trips over himself in shock as he tries to move away, the thing moved! He gasps in breath watching the thing closely, could he have been mistaken?

In a flash the thing disappears before his eyes, before a large weight is pressed on his chest, forcing him into the hard stone beneath him.

Chocolate eyes are wide with fear as an animal that would make a horse look like a small dog leans down towards him, rancid breath washing over him as the reptilian face comes close to his own, crimson, slitted eyes look down upon his shaken body that is being crushed under the heavy weight of the creatures claws.

"Eeh," the squeak leaves the child when the air is finally pressed out of his lungs, his hands reach up to the scaly fingers as big as his arm of the beast gripping desperately at them as he tries to get any air into his deprived body.

The beast has mercy on him, he skits across the room as he is tossed to the side, going into an immediate coughing fits when he finally comes to a slow stop. The jerking of his body makes him aware of the pain on his sides and chest; sharp claws easily ripped his school clothes and cut through his flesh, he is bleeding.

Injury is not the child's largest concern, eyes watch with terror as the large beast licks up spilt blood, his spilt blood, off the stone floor.

The struggle to get up was a mistake only for the fact that it gains the things attention, the child immediately freezes in fear, a dear in the headlights.

~To be awoken by such a sniveling child, I would have never guessed.~ A voice deep and smooth as silk ring's in his mind. ~To wake a dragon from his sleep is bad luck though, sadly for you~

The beast moves towards him with grace, light dancing over his silver scales as he moves.

The boy can't muster the courage to speak, let alone anything else, he just sits there awaiting the death he is sure to come.

~How pathetic~ With a whip of the dragon's tail the whole place shakes ~For you to be my tamer is almost sickening, maybe I should kill you and wait for another?~

"T-tamer?" The boy finally forces a word past trembling lips, crimson eyes narrow at the question.

~My human counterpart, the one I feed from~ Those words do not help ease the boy's tension in the least, it does just the opposite, the thought of being fed upon not a pleasant one.

"N-no." It's soft, but firm.

The child is ignored for a moment; now that the dragon stands right before him he seems to have another interest. Sickening cracks bounce off the walls as the beast grows smaller, his flesh twisting and tightening is such a way the boy has to look away is disgust.

"This form will do," It's the same voice that was in his head, and the child looks up to see not the form of a dragon, but one of a man, a very naked man. Wild, silver hair pours over the strong shoulders of the taller male, sharp features giving him a menacing look, but not like the eyes that haven't changed; still red slitted eyes. Other than a more scary, tougher appearance, the creature looks a lot like him, he looks away from the nude body his cheeks burning with blush. "As for being my tamer you no longer have a choice, we are already linked, you by stepping in my chamber and me by accepting and tasting your blood."

"N-no. Wh-wh-why?" The child is snapped out of his stupor by those words, though he still doesn't look in the other's direction.

"You are not my ideal, but I am tired of sleeping," The beast says simply.

When the boy is jerked up he lets out a pained hiss and covers his injured flesh, hoping to stifle the blood flow, the crimson oozes through his fingers. He tries to fight against it as the appendage is yanked away and his stomach twists in disgust as a too long tongue cleans the stained digits as if it were a favored treat. The dragon doesn't finish with him till he licks up every bit of blood he can from the boy, the child's wounds burn, itch, and then tingle as they close.

The teen stands stunned at what just happened, but the other isn't as comfortable with standing there in silence, grasping the human's wrist he starts to drag the child along the path that he entered.

"Wh-wh-"

"We are getting out of here," the creature answers before the other can get the question out.

"What d-do I call y-you?" The boy breaks the silence again after a few moments, the dragon steps dead from his fast pace.

"Ryou Bakura, that is your name?" The teen is stunned for a moment, eyes growing wide.

"Ho-how di-?, " Again the child struggles against the man, he's in my head.

"Yes, I can read your thoughts, how do you think I can speak this barbaric language?" The thing says nonchalantly, "that is beside the point, my name couldn't possibly spoken in this language, so I will borrow yours, call me Bakura."

Then Bakura is yanking the child forward again, Ryou following in a daze still wrapping his mind around the situation, he concludes this must be a dream.

Suddenly Ryou is pulled forward in front of the dragon, the humanoid beast hissing venomously as he pushes the child on, his chest to the smaller's back. The boy is quite uncomfortable with the bear body pressing up against him, but he has no choice in the matter. The whitenette discovers the other's discomfort is brought on by the clusters of beautiful, glowing crystals that he so admires.

The whitenette is shoved to the ground uncaringly when they are finally passed the obstacle; he takes a chance to look back at the other being. It is leaning against the wall letting out huffs of breath as if he exerted himself, silver scales gleam on his cheek, and a tail whips agitatedly behind him, Ryou takes this opportunity to run.

He scrambles to his feet and bolts, passing where he fell in through he continues into the dark halls beyond, when he can no longer see he just keeps moving blindly.

Short, short, short. Why are you extremely short? You must want to be like your creator, but I want you to grow big and strong~!

One day lets hope my chapters will grow longer.