Royalty | By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: I love you guys! WOW!!! I appreciate all your
support SO MUCH!!!
Bakura: And no one’s picking on my Ryou…
Author: Good. So everything’s all dandy, I have but a few
replies to some reviewers, then on with the story!
à divastarz: I get a fic written for me if I win…and that sounds good enough,
plus I’m competitive…so I would have done it anyways… ^^
à WeepingDragon: It would
have ruined the mood if I put a note at the end! ^^ But look! The notes are
back! MWUHAZ!
Ok! I’m done! On with the story everyone! I have 3 hours!
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Bakura had to be carried back to the palace by Malik and
Yami, for he was completely worn from all the events that have happened. His
body was certainly not in good health.
“He’s ill…” Ryou commented softly when they entered a new
bed chamber, setting the white haired teen upon the bed.
Bakura groaned and waved his concerned companions away, “For
Osiris’ sake stop fussing over me! I’m fine!” his
body disagreed with him when he broke into a fit of coughs.
“I will have the servants get you robes and something warm
to eat,” the Pharaoh said, turning to leave, “and I will have my guards rid of
those disgusting corpses in Malik’s chamber…”
When the tri-coloured haired young man was out of sight,
Ryou turned to leave as well.
“Wait…” Malik held the boy back, taking into account of the
other’s unsteady state, mentally and physically, “You should rest Ryou…worry
about things later…”
The boy shook his head slowly and gently pulled away, “I
can’t stand around and let everyone take care of me all the time,” he said
softly, gazing up at Malik’s violet orbs, “I know I am weak…but that is no
excuse to take your care for granted.”
“You don’t Ryou…it’s-“
“I want to help…I am just a bit shaken…but Bakura really
needs help. His body has suffered enough from those ten months in the
underworld, and now he has exerted so much energy…and he’s ill from the rain…I
can help…I can try…” seeing no resistance Ryou smiled softly, hugged the
Egyptian then slipped from the room.
Sighing, Malik stripped of his wet attire, letting the heat
of the candlelit room warm his nude body, and then returned to Bakura’s side.
Indeed the white haired teen was ill, his pale face flushed, and his breathing
shallow and choked up. Carefully he removed the teen’s clothes, with little
protest. Then he examined the shoulder wound, wincing at the sight; it was deep
and still flowing with blood as the fight must have kept the wound open.
“Sit up Bakura…”
With a grunt Bakura obeyed, moaning as he used the one arm
to hoist himself up.
Malik twisted the wet tunic until it was a thick loose cord.
Reaching out he winded the cloth around the older teen’s shoulder, using his
own wet clothes to help secure the rough wrap.
“Thank you…” Bakura said softly, looking at the Egyptian’s
handiwork.
Soon after, a servant arrived with a rich hot soup. She
gazed in pity at the two boys before setting the bowls in front of them on a
tray. “I knew you two very well Malik Ishtar…you and Marik were quite famous in
the palace…I heard about your brother when the Pharaoh let out the news just
now; I am so sorry…”
“Thank you for your sympathy,” Malik said quietly, “but his
death is at least not in vain…” he sniffed softly, “he rests in peace in the
afterlife…”
“With such a kind soul, I can believe that…–Welcome home
Bakura…”
The other teen gave a curt nod as the woman left, “She took
care of my room when I was still a slave up here…” he explained as he used his
good hand to eat his soup, enjoying the spices that spread through his body in
a warm haze.
“It’s still hard to believe that they are gone…Marik…and
Jounouchi…” the Egyptian said quietly, ignoring his soup.
“I never knew that such a thing would happen…I never knew
that they would die…they didn’t deserve it…”
“My brother…my lover…I lost the people who were my
family…what else do I have now?”
“Ryou…Pharaoh…and you have…you have me…” the teen said
softly, barely audible. Bakura set aside his soup as Malik looked up, “Marik
was my lover…he was your brother…and you lost Jounouchi, whom was your
lover…and a valued friend of mine…They died for our sake…to set us free…for our
happiness they were so readily sacrificed…I don’t understand why the gods took
them away…the ones we have given our hearts to…but…I know they are happy now…”
Tears rimmed the young Ishtar’s eyes; reaching out Bakura gently
enveloped the boy’s hands in his own. “We didn’t…even…get to say good-bye…”
“They will hear us…I will tell them when the time is right…”
the white haired teen lifted the warm caramel coloured hands to his face,
pressing his lips against the slender fingers, “In this world of death…you are
the only person who can truly understand my grief…my sorrow…even my anger…you
are the person I know I can share all my pain with, and listen…”
Slowly Malik rose from where he sat and crawled onto the
bed, curling up upon Bakura’s chest, their fingers still entwined, “For the
longest time I have been alone…no one understood how it felt to have their
virginity taken from them unwillingly…I thought Ryou…but then he fell in love
with Yami…No one could understand how it felt to be Seto’s favoured slave out
of us brothers…but now…” he turned to gaze into the other’s dark brown eyes,
“there is someone there who understands my suffering…maybe even understands the
torment I have gone through…someone who I believe that I can share my life
with…”
“If you will let me open myself to
you…and you to me…let us use our understanding to live for each other…”
The pooling tears fell from Malik’s eyes as Bakura lowered
his head, and pressed against his lips against his…
“It is going to scar…because I’m not so advanced yet…but I
think I’ve healed everything…” Ryou said gently, rubbing the last drops of
ointment on Bakura’s back.
“Thank you Ryou,” with a small groan the other teen sat up,
“I am truly amazed by your ability to learn. It was a longer process than I
would have anticipated with Jounouchi, but it’s been four suns and I’m almost
back in shape.”
“I’m still sorry that I cannot erase the marks of your
past…”
“Don’t be…” the older teen smiled and kissed Ryou on the
forehead, “I prefer the scars anyhow…my past shouldn’t be erased but be kept to
remind me of how valuable my life is now…”
Malik, who was nearby, nodded as he stood up and walked to
the white haired teen’s side, “Memories are painful…but they will build us to
who we are…”
“And remind us not to become people that we have been or
have faced,” Yami added as he entered the healing chambers.
Ryou wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and kissed the
young man, “How is your shoulder?”
“Absolutely fine, my compliments to your skills…”
The boy blushed at the compliment before rushing away to put
away vials.
Yami smiled at his small lover, impressed by the pale teen’s
skill to heal, as if he was born for this task. It was only a few days ago that
Ryou was extremely nervous with his medication.
Ryou and Yami entered
the chamber late at night, both unable to sleep, still absorbing the events
that have happened in such a short period of time; Malik and Bakura were
sleeping soundly together in bed, pale body against the creamy brown one.
Yami gently shook
Bakura awake, “Ryou is here to attend to you…”
The boy looked
nervous, holding two bottles in his hand, which were trembling a bit. “I…I…I
don’t know if this is correct…but I have seen Jounouchi at work…and I think I
followed the steps correctly…”
Malik, who had awoken
to the whispers, gazed at Ryou, “Y-you…actually managed to make medication?”
Ryou looked away, “I’m
not sure…if I did it right…but we can try…if Bakura trusts me…”
“Heh…”
kissing Malik before pulling away and sitting up, Bakura replied, “Considering
that you quenched my thirst more than once why should I know trust you?”
The boy immediately
flushed and set one bottle down, and proceeded to uncork the other one and
began to displace the contents upon Bakura’s body. A disappointed look appeared
on his face when the many cuts began to knit together, but only the smaller
ones healed completely, the rest remaining shallower gashes.
The elder teen stroked
Ryou’s hair in reassurance, “I feel so much better already, thank you Ryou”
“It’s not…healing
fully…”
“To create such a
strong medication takes experience,” Yami said, taking the empty bottle away
and handing him the other one, “it is amazing enough that you managed to
successfully conjure up ointment on your first try…”
Nodding at the encouragement
Ryou returned to his task at hand.
“I think he will be a wonderful healer…what do you think, Shizuka?” at the sound of her name the young female entered
the room, her head bowed. Her face bore a sad smile, her glowing radiance gone,
dulled by the pain of death; it was as if she has grown much older.
“Yes Yami-sama,” the girl said,
having refused to refer the Pharaoh by only his name but dropped his formal
title, “he will be a wonderful healer indeed.”
Malik and Bakura grinned at Ryou, who suddenly froze in mid
step.
Slowly the boy turned, “Yami…you…”
“I’m freeing you Ryou…you aren’t my slave anymore.”
“But I want to serve you…Yami…”
“I love you Ryou…there is no way I can live my life knowing
that you are still my slave…Besides,” he beckoned to the young gardener beside
him, “Shizuka needs someone to grow her herbs for,
and I believe that you are the perfect person to be a healer…”
The younger Ishtar nodded his head in agreement, “If
Jounouchi would have chosen anyone, it would have been
you Ryou. You may not know but it takes great skill to master even the simplest
spells and medications. For you to have made two potions in less than one day
was truly amazing.”
“And they worked too,” Bakura added.
“Thank you…all of you…” a smile lit up Ryou’s face, “it is
the greatest honour that I could ever receive…Yami…I love you…”
“And I you…”
Turning to the young girl Ryou introduced himself, “You may
know already…but I am Ryou…you are Shizuka…right?”
“I am…” the girl looked up at him, “I am Jounouchi’s sister.”
The shock was clearly evident in the young boy’s face.
Looking around he saw the looks of knowing upon all the others’ faces.
“I’m…I’m…”
“Don’t be sorry,” the sorrowful smile remained on Shizuka’s face, “He didn’t suffer…he died knowing someone
loved him…he died knowing I, his sister, loved him…Malik loved him…he died
knowing he had friends…I have no regrets because of that…I also think I grew up
a little more…Life isn’t as bright and happy as I have always perceived to be…I
am not saying that it isn’t beautiful, but there are the horrible realities as
well…I think I matured from that…”
“He was a wonderful person…I wish I got to know him more,”
Ryou said softly.
“If you are as close a friend as he has said you to be…I
think you knew him enough,” the young girl replied.
Ryou nodded.
“I mainly called Shizuka here to
attend the funeral ceremony of Marik and Jounouchi,” Yami said.
Malik’s gaze grew hopeful, “Did you find them?”
The Pharaoh felt bad for disappointing the Egyptian as he
shook his head, “Seto played his disguise well…the bodies cannot be found…but
some evidence suggests that they were burned…we found these by the palace
walls…they will be used for their altars…” Reaching into his robes he withdrew
a pair of golden earrings that mirrored those that Malik wore, and a broad
clasp of Caduceus, the symbol of healing.
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Author: Ok…just to say quickly…these next chapters will be
shorter because they are divided into sections to tie up the ending…hope you
enjoy what is to come! Stay tuned! More chapters coming!
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