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Aurora

By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu

Chapter Twelve

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�� Neighs and
snorts filled the air, barely heard above the chatter of people, as horses
lined the fenced in coral they were stationed at. There were horses of all shapes
and colors, ranging from brown and tan to pinto and chestnut. Fastened to the
fence by a rope around their necks, the horses shifted and snorted at passersby
and each other, occasionally letting out a neigh or whinny for one reason or
another.
�� "Wow... look at all the horses..." Malik whispered in awe,
gaping at all of the horses. He had never seen so many before, or in so many
colors. He idly noted he didn't see any black ones, like Dusk, but they were
still quite beautiful.
�� "Why
don't you go take a closer look at them, Malik?" Bakura suggested as he
set the numerous bags that he had been carrying down next to his feet.� He then sat down on a nearby rock and
stretched his legs so that he could get the weight off the bottoms of his
feet.� "I'll just sit here while you
do."
�� "Okay!"
Malik agreed eagerly as he hurried over to the horses, giggling happily. He
couldn't wait to pet them; he had always wanted to pet Dusk but had been afraid
that the horse would bite him. These horses had to be better behaved!
�� Bakura
couldn't help but smile as he watched Malik rush off to get a closer look at
the horses with such enthusiasm.�
"He acts like such a kid," he thought to himself fondly.
�� As Bakura
observed Malik cautiously touch the nose of an all white
horse, he allowed his thoughts to wander.� It had been well over two months now since
that fateful night that he had first kidnapped Malik and took the once badly
abused boy home with him.� Since then
many things had happened, both good and bad, which turned their relationship
from kidnapper and slave to friends and lovers.
�� At reaching
that realization Bakura had to pause for a moment.� For a long time he had given up hope that he
could ever find anyone who would ever give a damn about him, yet now he not
only had someone who cared, but cared deeply enough to become his lover.� Such an occurrence had seemed all but
impossible, but Malik had proved him wrong.�
Now he was the happiest that he had ever been in his entire life.� He couldn't think of anything that he wanted
more than to spend the rest of his life with Malik.
�� ...Well, of
course there were some things that could have made him even happier, such as
avenging the massacre of his village and some how miraculously having everyone
else he ever cared for back.� Even still,
he wouldn't trade a single moment he spent with Malik for anything in the
world.
�� Bakura let out
a quiet grunt, knowing that he was obviously exaggerating thinking that.� For example, he would trade that incident
when he had hurt Malik by tying the blond down to the bed and yelling at him
for any of the Millennium Items.� Really,
he would rather spend only good moments with Malik, despite how impossible such
an event would be.
�� As Bakura
leaned on a nearby fence post he idly itched his ear
and his face contorted with irritation.�
Lately whenever he stopped to think about his relationship with Malik he
would act extremely sentimental to the point of being nauseating, or rather
what he used to regard as nauseating whenever he would notice a couple being
obvious with their love in passing while in the city.
�� "Wonderful...
I'm becoming a lovesick moron like the rest of them," he thought in
agitation.
�� Again Bakura
momentarily was startled out of his train of thought and he turned to look back
at Malik, his expression pensive.�
"Love..." he murmured aloud to himself as he tried to wrap his
brain around the word.� Did he love
Malik?� Of course the answer to that
question came as an immediate "yes", as it was obvious, even to
someone like him who had lost hope for love a long time ago.
�� Malik giggled
as a horse nuzzled at him, beaming brightly as he gently stroked the horse's
snout. He was oblivious to the thief's pensive thoughts, cuddling the curious
animal.
�� Bakura watched
the blond silently as the word continued to flutter around inside his head like
a trapped butterfly.� Part of him wanted
to deny it vehemently for no other logical reason than it was a foreign
concept. There was a little fear about it too, and how vulnerable that made
him, but he was far too proud to allow himself to give in to any sort of fear
or doubt, especially when it came to something he wanted, and he knew without a
doubt that Malik was someone he wanted. He knew that he would kill for the
other boy's sake without a second thought.�
There was simply no denying that Malik was extremely important to him;
the fact that he had done so many things with the blond that he never even
dreamed that he would do with anyone proved that.� The fact that he even had to sit down and
give it as much thought as he was doing now certainly gave even more credible
evidence.
�� Even though
the silver-eyed boy could logically realize the obviousness of his being in
love with Malik, it still felt very strange to him.� Until he met Malik the only experience he had
with love came from his family, and the only sort of friendship were from the
kids his age that had lived in his village.�
Since that time he found out first hand how dark and cruel the world
could be, especially to a child who had nothing.� When his village died his heart felt as if it
had died along with it.� The fact that he
had found love so suddenly was such a foreign concept to a person like him who
had gone through so much.� It made him
wonder what he should do about it; or
rather, what more should he do?
�� The first
thing that came to mind was to tell Malik about it, but suddenly walking up to
his lover and blurting out all of his feelings seemed wrong to Bakura, even
after everything that they had already done together.� It would be best if he waited for the right
moment to say it.� Tonight when they got
back into the cave seemed best.� They
would be alone, and they would be able to relax and be comfortable.� When at home they could kiss, cuddle, and
make each other scream as loud as they wanted to afterwards.
�� Still, just
saying, "I love you", didn't seem like enough for Bakura.� Three simple words couldn't possibly be
enough to express exactly what he felt for Malik, could they?� How could three little words possibly convey
how important that fact was to his friend?�
How, before Malik had come along, he had never believed that anyone
would ever genuinely care for him at all, even if just a little bit.� How he had lost count of how many nights he
went to sleep completely and utterly alone.�
How empty he was inside, save for a desperate yearning for justice, and
an almost maddening call for revenge that was, even now, slowly consuming more
and more of his soul.
�� Bakura
frowned.� For one thing, he noted, he
certainly wasn't going to tell Malik any of that.� The blond had enough trouble getting over his
own demons without the thief adding his own.�
If Malik knew just how much darkness there was staining his soul, then
either his lover would want to flee, or would simply stay out of obligation to
make him feel better like he had done for the lavender-eyed boy.� No, it would certainly not do to tell Malik
anything more about the darkness than he had already let slip out, especially
when it came to a declaration of love.
�� With that area
of thought resolved, Bakura decided to certainly stick with only positive
things to say when he finally admitted what was in his heart. Even still, it
was hard to find any other words than "I love you", that could
properly express his feelings.� No matter
how much he thought about it, he simply couldn't think of a way to put into
words all of the embarrassing warm and fuzzy feelings that Malik seemed to
spark up in him.
�� When it got
right down to it, the thief wasn't even sure exactly what it was about Malik
that drew him to his lover so strongly.�
It couldn't have been just the fact that Malik had a body to kill for,
since Bakura had seen very beautiful men and women before yet felt nothing
towards them.� It also couldn't be just
Malik's personality, since a lot of times the blond infuriated him to the point
that he felt like screaming out loud.
�� No, there was
something unexplainable that attracted him to Malik, something that defied all
logic and description.� Because of this
Bakura was simply unable to explain it other than the obvious fact that he was
undeniably, completely, and hopelessly in love with Malik.
�� If it had been
someone else that Bakura had kidnapped, anyone else, he would have gotten rid
of him or her long ago.� That was what he
did every other time he did kidnap anyone before Malik.� He certainly never took anyone else back to
his hideout before and would have thought the very idea to be insane.� After all, he knew very well all the risks of
such a thing and they all far outweighed the rewards that he might have reaped
from owning a slave.� Also, the only real
slave that he was interested in would have been the Pharaoh... before killing
him of course.� It had been a
delightfully amusing idea to break the Pharaoh's spirit before finally feeding
his most hated enemy to the vengeful spirits that the Pharaoh had created.
�� It had been
foolish to bring someone that the thief had abducted to the only place that he
had found to be safe enough to spend most of his time hiding. The likely result
could have been that his throat would be slit while he slept or that his
hideaway would be exposed should his prisoner escape. Despite all this, Bakura
still wanted to bring Malik back to the cave with him; even after all of the
frustration that the blond had given him since their first encounter.� He would never have put up with so much from
anyone else.
�� Bakura was
certainly anything but na�ve and he was no stranger to attraction and
flirtation.� Though it
was always from someone else directing it towards him, such as a pretty girl
who he caught the eye of while wandering alone in the marketplace.� He would always snub anyone who tried to get
a little too friendly with him in or snarl at them to leave him alone.� The first time he visited the Pharaoh's city
after he was forced to leave the ruins of his village taught him all too well
the consequences of overlooking the subtle clues that someone was simply after
his body or what he possessed.� At that
time, for all of his life since then, no one had ever cared about him unless it
was to get something from him: what he owned, something that he could do for
them, or even his body.
�� ...No one
except Malik that is.
�� Malik had a
certain obvious sincerity to him, a special kind
warmth that somehow could make Bakura confident that he truly cared for the
thief when no one else in the world would. Not since Kuru
Eruna was destroyed and everyone the silver-eyed boy
had ever cared about had been slaughtered mercilessly had Bakura felt such
warmth.
�� Now, though,
Bakura did have someone who cared about him and who he could feel free to care
about in return without being afraid that it was simply a lie to use him.� Malik gave him something he had been
desperately missing for too many years: love.
�� Of course none
of that necessarily meant that Malik felt the same way he did...
�� Malik was
oblivious to Bakura's musing, instead having his time monopolized by a rather
pretty white mare. The horse kept nuzzling at Malik and snorting on the poor
boy, causing the blond to squeal and giggle.
�� Bakura chuckled
quietly at the sight, distracted from his current train of thought by his
friend's antics.� Sometimes Malik was
just so unbelievably cute, particularly when the lavender-eyed boy was excited
over something new.
�� Out of the
blue an idea came to the thief about how he could add to that excitement, which
caused a mischievous smile to appear on his face.
�� "Aren't
you a friendly one," Malik murmured as he stroked the mare's nose. The
mare sniffed at him, then nibbled on his shirt. "Are you this friendly
with everyone?"
�� The horse
shifted slightly as she continued to chew on the boy's shirt, flicking her ears
about as if listening.
�� "Hee, hee," Malik giggled at
that, then stroked the mare's snout. "Tasty?"
�� The mare
tugged at Malik's shirt, bobbing her head as if to reply. The young boy laughed
and shifted slightly, straightening his shirt.
�� "Trying
to undress me in public, are you?" he laughed.
�� The mare
continued to tug at Malik's clothes, ears pricked upwards.
�� "H-hey,
that tickles!" Malik yipped, then laughed again.
"You remind me of Bakura... Just can't keep my clothes on, can I?"
�� "Not
around me you can't," came a mischievous yet
familiar whisper that tickled Malik's ear unexpectedly.
�� Malik yipped
at that, then blinked and glanced over his shoulder. "Eh-?!"
�� Bakura smiled
with amusement at Malik as he stood closely behind the blond.� "Enjoying yourself?"
he asked, obviously amused.
�� "Ah,"
Malik blushed, both at being startled and at being overheard. "Yes... I
was just talking to this horse..."
�� The mare
rested her chin on Malik's head before glancing at the thief and snorting at
him.
�� "It
looked more like this horse was trying to tear your clothes off," Bakura
commented wryly as he eyed the mare suspiciously.� If he didn't know any better he could swear
that the horse was being possessive of Malik.
�� "Just a
nibble here or there," Malik replied, glancing up at the horse as she
continued to rest her head on the blond's.
�� The mare
snorted again, ears pricked up as she peered pointedly at Bakura.
�� Bakura returned
the gaze before he suddenly pulled Malik out from under the horse's head and
surprised his lover with a deeply passionate kiss.
�� Malik let out
a surprised noise as he was suddenly kissed. He made a slight noise before
melting into the kiss, cheeks tinting at being so passionately assaulted in
public.
�� The mare's
ears canted back before she snorted again, stomping her feet in irritation.
�� After about a
minute Bakura finally pulled back to allow them both to breathe, casting a
rather smug look to the agitated horse.
�� "Wha... what..." Malik gulped down air,
face flushed, and then stared at the thief in confusion. "What was... that
for?"
�� The horse
continued to stomp, shifting back and forth as it made unhappy noises.
�� "Just
making sure that your new horse knows who you belong
to," Bakura commented wryly, grinning at Malik as he held the other boy
possessively close.
�� "Huh?"
Malik's eyes widened at that as he stared at Bakura. "My... my
new...?"
�� "Surprise."�
Bakura grinned even more, enjoying the look of astonishment on his
lover's face.� "I purchased her from
the merchant while you were busy fawning all over her."
�� Malik gawked
at Bakura, literally thunderstruck. The thief couldn't have been serious; there
was no way that he had just bought the former slave a horse!
�� "Well?"
Bakura prompted as he poked Malik's stomach gently.� "What are you going to name her?"
�� Malik squeaked
and covered his stomach, then made a face. He never named an animal before, so he
wasn't sure where to begin. However, a name quickly came to him - it was a word
that had come to him when he first looked at the horse, reminding him of a
special moment. "...Moonlight."
�� Bakura blinked
in reaction to the name, before he let out a soft chuckle as he cocked his head
to the side slightly.� "Moonlight,
huh?" he asked, mildly amused because of the fact that the name fit with
the name of his own horse.
�� Malik nodded,
a smile brightening his face. "Moonlight, because she makes me think of
the moon!"
�� The newly
christened horse turned about to bury her face in Malik's shoulder, snorting.
�� Malik giggled
and turned to face the horse. "You like it, then? Moonlight?"
�� Bakura
chuckled a little more, but made no comment.�
Instead he simply watched Malik enjoy the gentle horse that he had given
the blond.� Making Malik happy like this,
whether it was by giving a gift or saying a kind word, and seeing the other boy
smile, hearing Malik laugh in delight, filled his soul with such an incredible
warmth like no one else ever could.
�� It was that
thought that seemed to set off a twinge within the silver-eyed boy's heart, as
if a string had been plucked.� For the
briefest of instants he was no longer in the Pharaoh's city with Malik.� He was a little boy again standing in the
middle of his village, watching the retreating backs of his family as they
walked away from him.
�� The intense
emotion that filled Bakura caused him to instinctively reach out for them as
something akin to panic blossomed within his heart, but then the moment ended,
and his parents were gone, his village was gone, and he was alone in the
Pharaoh's city.
�� All at once it
hit the thief, a strong static in the back of his mind, feeling as if it were a
tangible thorny mass scraping against his brain.� The hand that he had reached out for the
phantoms of his family immediately went to hold his head, as he tried to
recover his senses.� He knew this feeling
all too well, and he knew what it and the vision he just had meant.
�� The spirits of
Kuru Eruna were calling
him.
�� "Bakura?"
�� Malik blinked
at Bakura, a bit concerned. The other boy had been staring off at the distance
with a glazed look in his eyes and a slightly pained face. It was actually kind
of frightening.
�� Bakura jerked
as he was snapped back to reality, and the scratching feeling within his mind
seemed to lessen enough for him to be aware of his surroundings again.� For a moment he could only stare at Malik as
he realized that for a short while there, he had forgotten about the
lavender-eyed boy.� Slowly, he forced
himself to lower his hand from his head and gave Malik a weak grin at the sight
of the concerned expression on his friend's face.� "Ready to go?" he asked, hoping to
try and alleviate the blond's worry.
�� Malik
hesitated before nodding slowly, his expression making it quite clear that he
was still concerned.
�� "Okay,
good," Bakura muttered as he slowly regained his composure, and turned
away from the other boy to untie Moonlight from the post the horse was tied
to.� "Let's go outside the gate
then.� I need to teach you how to ride
your horse."
�� "Okay..."
Malik said, though he couldn't help but worry. Bakura was hiding something from
him - he didn't know why, he just had a bad feeling about it. Whatever it was,
it was clearly upsetting the thief.
�� But surely
Bakura would tell him about it when the time was right, so there was no point
in dragging it out.
�� After all,
Bakura had never kept anything major from him before.

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�� Despite the
fact that both of the boys wanted to return to their home as soon as possible,
they had soon found that by the time Malik had finished the riding lesson and
was confident enough to ride Moonlight on his own, the sun had already started
to set.� Surprisingly Bakura had been the
one to suggest that they simply return to the inn for the night and make the
trip back to the cave in the morning.�
Although this bothered Malik for some reason he couldn't identify, he
had grown rather sore from riding and did not protest.
�� Malik slept
peacefully on the bed, cuddled up against Bakura's warm body with one arm
draped across this silver haired boy's chest.�
Though they had not attempted to repeat the fun they had enjoyed the
previous night before going to sleep, it was just as satisfying emotionally for
them to lie together holding one another close.
�� Unfortunately
that would not be for long as Bakura suddenly awakened in the middle of the
night with a sharp gasp.� He stared up at
the ceiling with wide eyes, unseeing for a number of moments, as his body lay
there, completely tense and covered in a cold sweat.� The incomprehensible screams of the spirits
of his people still echoed in his head, lingering long after the nightmare he
had awakened from ended.
�� With the
fading of the phantom screams, the thief became more aware of the spirits' real
cries, the ones that turned into a painful sort of white noise in his
brain.� They were louder now, more
insistent, and he knew that he had ignored their restless souls for too long
because of how much time he spent with Malik.
�� Though his
head hurt to the point that Bakura was shaking slightly, the thief managed to
slip away from Malik's body without disturbing his companion too much.� Even though he did not want to leave his
friend alone in the city, the call of his fallen people would not ease, even if
temporarily, until he appeased them.� He
could only hope to finish his task quickly enough so that he could return
before morning, and Malik would never know that he had been gone.
�� Bakura barely
gave himself time to pause so that he could put his slippers on and collect his
knife from the table beside the bed before he was going out the door.� Just before he closed the door, he took the
briefest of glimpses back at his lover still lying in bed, and in that instant
he knew exactly what he had to do.
�� As the door
closed, Malik lifted his head to stare in its general direction. He furrowed
his eyebrows, his expression troubled, before he sat up out of bed and hurried
to the window. He peered out to the streets below, looking for any sign of
Bakura near their horses.
�� The young boy
watched as the thief hurried off into the darkness. Malik made a face, as he
couldn't understand what was happening. Why was Bakura leaving him? Was it somehow
related to earlier, when the thief had looked so troubled at the horse
merchant?
�� "He was
having trouble sleeping..." Malik mused to himself, chewing on his lower
lip. "Something's bothering him. Something
important."
�� And there was
only one way to find out what.
�� Malik nodded
to himself, his expression determined. He hurried to grab his own slippers,
then slipped through the door as well and raced towards where Moonlight had
been tied up for the night. He mounted her quickly; grimacing as his sore rump
protested the action, then quickly tore off after Bakura on horseback. He had
to find the thief, to find out why he was acting so strangely.
�� "I didn't
think he'd hide something from me..." Malik thought as he rode after
Bakura, or rather in the general direction he had seen the thief go. "But
he's obviously keeping some sort of secret from me. Something
big, too. I have to follow-!"
�� At that
thought, the young boy brought his horse to a stop and glanced around in
bewilderment. "...I have to SEE him to follow him!" he thought,
perplexed. Where had the thief gone!?
�� Moonlight
neighed disapprovingly at being forced to stop from a full gallop, causing
Malik to pat her apologetically.
�� "He's
fast..." Malik murmured as he stroked Moonlight's neck idly, glancing
around for any sign of his target. "Or maybe he's just better at moving
around silently. He is a
thief..."
�� Grunting,
Malik encouraged Moonlight into a light trot as he continued down along the
street, glancing around for any sign of the thief as he went. In hindsight, he
thought it was rather foolish of him to follow the thief without any clear
direction in mind. He should've paid more attention to where Bakura had gone.
�� Before long Malik suddenly heard the sound of a familiar whistle
piercing through the otherwise quiet night.� It seemed to come from a distance away, but
it was clear enough to make out which direction it was coming from.
�� Malik jerked
up, his eyes widening. "What-?!"
�� Moments later
the sound of hooves was heard, as if in response to the whistle.� The blond had barely time to react before
Moonlight reared back slightly with a whinny as the dark shape of a certain
black horse charged past her at top speed.
�� Malik yelped
in surprise and grasped Moonlight's shoulders instinctively. He blinked and
looked up, eyes wide as he recognized the horse.
�� "Dusk!" Malik gasped, then
quickly kicked Moonlight into action, chasing after the black horse as it was
undoubtedly heading to only one place: wherever Bakura was.
�� Malik rode
through the streets after Dusk before skidding to a stop, his eyes wide in
disbelief. He gawked as Dusk stopped in front of a very familiar house, a house
he never wanted to see again for as long as he lived.
�� His father's house.
�� As Malik had
guessed, Dusk had gone to his master, who was standing just outside the place
he feared to return.� Shockingly Bakura
was carrying a rather large and disturbingly familiar-shaped object over his
shoulder, which the thief hefted onto the dark horse's back like a sack of
grain.� Bakura then wasted no time in
leaping up onto his horse's back and riding off at top speed.
�� Malik stared
after Bakura, momentarily stunned in to a paralyzed state. An incredible sense
of d�j� vu flooded through him, as he was reminded of his own kidnapping. Then,
it hit him - Bakura was kidnapping
someone from his old house!
�� In a panic,
Malik kicked Moonlight to action, racing after Dusk as his mind raced. His mind
churned over the idea that Bakura was kidnapping someone, more than likely
someone he knew considering where the person was from. Why would Bakura do such
a thing? Where was he taking the person?
�� All the
questions made him feel sick as he raced after the thief in to the darkness.
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