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Aurora

By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu

Chapter Four

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�� "Father..."
�� Malik looked around wildly as he ran
through the darkness, gasping for breath. He could feel the darkness at his
heels, a dank and hideous breath against the back of his neck. "Father!
Help me!"
�� From the darkness the image of his father
appeared. The elder man was facing away from him, hands on his hips.
�� "F-FATHER!" Malik gasped, and
then hurried towards the figure. "H-HELP ME! PLEASE! IT'S COMING-!"
�� His father turned towards Malik, his eyes
blazing with fury. "How dare you bother me!" he roared as he pulled a
whip from the darkness. The whip was far different than the normal one his
father used and looked more like the vine of a thorny plant.
�� Malik skidded to a stop as his eyes
widened drastically. He scrambled back, gasping as he brought his arms up
instinctively. "F-FATHER-!?"
�� "YOU PIECE OF FILTH!" His father
roared, striking the whip into the air. The sky seemed to start to break from the
lashing of the whip, creating a large crack within the darkness that was filled
with a light that looked like glowing blood.
�� Malik squealed and scrambled away,
shielding his head, before he tripped and fell to the ground in a heap.
"N-no-! Father-!"
�� "I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU AFTER YOU
KILLED MY WIFE, DEMON SPAWN!" Malik's father roared, seeming growing
larger until he was easily five times the terrified boy's size. He pulled back
with the whip, which had grown along with him.
�� "Father, please-!" Malik whimpered,
scrambling back on all fours. "Please stop! I'm scared!"
�� "DIE!"
�� The whip tore through the air, deafening
like thunder, as it came down on Malik.
�� Malik jerked
up with a gasp, his eyes wide. Sweat dripped down every crevice of his body,
his skin clammy and covered with goose bumps.
�� After a few
minutes of gasping for breath, Malik shivered and hugged himself. He couldn't
tell if he was awake or asleep, as darkness engulfed everything. However,
judging from the sound of Bakura's breath, the blond wagered he must have been
awake. The candle must have gone out sometime while he was asleep; that was the
only explanation for the darkness.
�� Malik
shivered, his eyes watering. He wondered if his father missed him or if he was
actually celebrating his disappearance, holding a monstrous party for all.
Something told him that his father most likely was more concerned about the
loss of his valuables than the loss of his worthless son.
�� Malik let out
a choked sob as he buried his face in his knees.
�� "Bad
dream?"
�� Malik tensed
and looked up instinctively, not that he could see anything. He blinked slowly,
tears trickling down his cheek as they pooled in the corners. Something touched
his cheek in the dark. It felt like a hand, which wiped the tears from his cheek
with surprising gentleness. The blond blinked slowly before his eyes softened,
full of grief and despair. He snuffled slightly, his body shaking, before he
let out another choked sob.
�� "You
dreamed about your father."
�� Malik looked
up, snuffling. "W-what...?"
�� "You were
talking in your sleep."
�� Fingers softly
brushed against each of Malik's cheeks, wiping away the tears there.
�� "...Oh,"
the blond bowed his head, his fingers curling up to clutch his arms tightly.
"...Yes... I was..."
�� "You can talk
about it if you want."
�� Those fingers
moved to run through Malik's hair, soft and soothing.
�� "It's...
nothing..." Malik closed his eyes. However, his resolve only lasted a
second before he burst out crying. "He doesn't miss me at all, does he!?
He's... he's happy I'm gone!"
�� The thief said
nothing as he played with the blond's hair.
�� Malik
hiccupped and covered his face with his hands, shaking. "He... he probably
didn't even notice until he realized things were missing and he wanted to blame
me!"
�� "Do you
want to kill him?"
�� Malik looked
up, gasping slightly, and turned to face Bakura as best he could. "W-what?
Kill him...?"
�� "He hates
and abuses you. He was probably too cowardly to kill you, or he preferred to
use you as slave labor."
�� Malik lowered
his gaze, his eyes still watering. "...That's true... but it was all my
fault..."
�� "Because
you were born?"
�� "Yes."
The blond closed his eyes. "If I hadn't been born, my mother... wouldn't
have died."
�� "You're
very strange, Malik."
�� "I
know." Malik slumped into the bed. "I'm... a lot of things."
�� "Regardless,
you won't have to worry about your father anymore. You're never going back
there again."
�� Malik
snuffled, wiping at his nose. "...One way or another..."
�� "I'm not
going to kill you."
�� Malik blinked
at that and squinted to try and see Bakura's face.
�� The fingers
that were running through his hair slipped away.
�� "Go to
sleep now."
�� Malik stared
at the darkness for a moment, many thoughts and emotions running through him,
before he finally nodded and curled up against the bed.
�� However, the
smothering darkness and almost oppressive silence coupled with the nightmare he
had not moments earlier seemed to make any attempts at sleep an effort in
futility. Malik curled up against the bed, his eyes half-lidded, as he listened
to the silence. He knew he couldn't sleep, nor was he very keen on it anyway
due to his dreams. However, he couldn't even move around listlessly or else
he'd disturb Bakura.
�� So, all he
could do was lie there.
�� "Still
scared?"
�� "I'm
sorry if I'm keeping you awake..." Malik muttered.
�� "I'm
usually awake at night."
�� A hand brushed
across Malik's cheek softly. He blushed lightly at the touch, then shivered and
hugged himself tightly. "...Bakura?"
�� "Yes?"
�� "Did you
mean it?" the blond asked quietly. He didn't really think that Bakura
would tell him the truth, but then again, why would he lie?
�� "About
not killing you?"
�� "Yes,"
Malik nodded slightly. "W-what if you lose interest or if I mess up...
won't you change your mind?"
�� "Unless
you do something to purposefully upset me, I doubt it."
�� Bakura started
to play with Malik's hair again idly, lightly tickling the tanned boy.
�� "But what
if you think I did something to purposely upset you but I didn't mean it?"
Malik gushed out. "I'm stupid, so I could screw up all sorts of ways
without meaning to!"
�� "Do you
want to stay here with me?"
�� Malik went
quiet before he nodded weakly. "I... think so... n-no one else has ever
been so... so..."
�� "So?"
�� "Kind..."
Malik muttered.
�� "I
see..."
�� "...I
must sound foolish to you," Malik whispered, hugging himself. "You
kidnapped me, held me at knife point, dragged me through the desert on a horse
until I was about to throw up, and intended to kill me... but... but then
you... save me from the jackals... give me food... bandage me... carry me when
I couldn't walk anymore... I..."
�� "I kill
people when I have to. After traveling with you I realized that I didn't have
to kill you. In fact, I like you, so that's why I'm keeping you."
�� "...B-Because
you took off my hood and veil?" Malik couldn't help but ask.
�� "Maybe."
�� "Ah..."
Malik fidgeted, curled up defensively on the bed. He went silent for a moment,
and then looked up. "...You like me?"
�� "Yes."
�� Bakura touched
Malik's cheek briefly before he resumed playing with the tanned boy's hair.
Malik blushed, his cheeks very warm. "No one's ever liked me before...
except my sister... but she has to like everyone."
�� "Oh?"
�� "Yes,"
Malik nodded slightly. "She's much more important than I am."
�� "Why?
Because of what your father said?"
�� "Yes, of
course." Malik blinked at that.
�� A snort was
heard. "I'm not sure who's the bigger fool: your father for telling you
that sort of thing and abusing you all the time to crush your spirit, or you
for just submitting and believing it's all true even when you're not with him
anymore."
�� "...I
didn't just... submit at first..." Malik's hands drifted upwards to his
shoulders, gripping the bandages tightly. He could still remember the beatings
whenever he mouthed off. He cringed and closed his eyes. "...But for him
to hate me so much... it must have been true..."
�� The hands that
played with the blond's hair moved to overtake Malik's own hands and gently
pulled them away from his shoulders.
�� "No. It
was a lie. Women die during childbirth all the time; many with their children.
The children that survive are almost always seen as miracles. Your father was
just a bastard looking for someone to blame."
�� Malik lowered
his gaze as he considered that, then shivered and let out a soft sniffle.
"B-Bakura... I..."
�� "You will
never see him again, so just forget he ever existed."
�� Malik
snuffled, and then nodded weakly as his eyes started to water once more. He
shivered, his hands moving to grasp Bakura's hands. "...I... don't want to
be afraid anymore..."
�� "You
don't have to be."
�� Bakura's hands
caressed Malik's with surprising gentleness.
�� "Really...?"
Malik muttered as he looked towards those soft hands, attempting to see them
through the blinding darkness as he felt them. "You swear...?"
�� "Yes."
Bakura's hands squeezed the tanned boy's gently. "Now go to sleep."
�� "...I'll
try..." Malik replied, a bit hesitant. He didn't want to dream again...
�� "Dreams
can't hurt you if you don't let them."
�� Malik simply
nodded, shivering slightly. He couldn't tell Bakura just how terrified the
darkness made him feel; he'd sound cowardly and the thief might stop liking
him.
�� The blond
decided to just suffer in silence until he passed out, like he always did.
�� All of a
sudden the thief's hands left his, startling him, and then again when they
pulled him close against a very warm body.
�� "Does
this help?" Bakura murmured into Malik's hair as he held the other boy
close.
�� "Hah...!"
Malik gasped, his heart racing, as his face grew incredibly warm. He could hear
Bakura's heartbeat, the sound chasing away the silence. After a tense moment,
the blond relaxed and nodded.
�� "Good,"
Bakura yawned, and Malik could feel the thief rest his chin atop his head.
"Get comfortable and go to sleep."
�� Malik blinked
slowly, then blushed as he moved forward to rest his head against what he
theorized was Bakura's chest. He rested there for a moment before closing his
eyes, sighing. The darkness didn't seem quite so intimidating now, what with
the assurance that another person was with him.
�� Even if that
person was a thief and his captor.
�� After a few
minutes, a soft hum joined the heartbeats filling his ears. Malik blinked as he
realized that it was the thief; he was singing to him! The blond listened, both
curious and stupefied that the thief would sing for him. He didn't know the
words to the song, as it was definitely foreign to him, but it was very
comforting.
�� The blond
breathed softly as he listened, his eyes growing heavy with each hummed note
and heartbeat.
�� Moments ticked
away as Malik grew more and more sleepy, his body eventually going completely
lax against Bakura, until he finally lost consciousness.
�� And then, all
was still.

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�� Malik sat on
the bed as he watched Bakura intently, blinking slowly. He was dressed in a
light robe, practically see-through, as the frosty morning air made the cave
particularly cold.
�� "What is
it?" the thief asked as he slipped on his hood. He was adorned in an open
shirt that was a mixture of blue and white, a simple sarong, and a pair of
finely trimmed slippers.
�� Malik tilted
his head and itched his chin. "You're going to leave me here all
alone?"
�� "I have
to," Bakura pointed out as he turned to look at the blond more fully.
"You need to stay here to heal, and I need to restock some supplies."
�� "I guess
so," Malik sighed, then slumped his shoulders. "When... will you be
back?"
�� "It
depends." A thoughtful look passed over Bakura's face as he scratched just
behind his ear. "I might be able to get back before sunset or not until
after sunrise."
�� Malik sighed
again, and then hugged his knees to his chest. "I guess I could
sleep..."
�� "Exactly,"
Bakura smiled smugly before reaching out to ruffle his slave's hair suddenly.
�� Malik squeaked
and peered up at Bakura, golden locks hiding his eyes as his hair flopped all
over the place.
�� "Just
relax and enjoy yourself," the thief grinned as he lowered his hand.
"There's enough food left to last until tomorrow, so you'll be fine."
�� Malik simply
nodded, unsure of what else to say. He certainly didn't expect Bakura to leave
him home alone. But then, why not? It wasn't like he could go anywhere!
�� A look crossed
the bandit's features just as he started to turn, as if he had forgotten
something, and he looked back at the other boy. "Before I go I need to
give you something."
�� "Huh?"
Malik looked up and stared at the thief. "Something for me?"
�� "I'll get
it." Bakura then walked over to the chest where he kept his medicine and
bent over so that he could root through it, inadvertently allowing the blond a
good view of his rear.
�� Malik blushed
and quickly looked away, his cheeks bright red. Why was he blushing so badly?
It wasn't like he was attracted to the thief...
�� "Here it
is..." Bakura muttered after a minute of searching, and then straightened.
He looked back over at the other boy with an eyebrow raised. "Something
wrong?"
�� "N-nothing,"
Malik slapped his cheeks to try and cover up his blush, or at least hide it
under the redness his hands caused. "I'm fine... just a bit groggy."
�� Bakura didn't
look quite convinced, but let it drop anyway. "Okay..." He then held
out something in his hands to the flustered blond.
�� Malik reached
out to accept the object, and then blinked repeatedly as he stared at a
beautiful gold locket he now held. "Jewelry? For me?"
�� Bakura nodded,
smiling in a rather smug manner. "It's more than just a piece of
jewelry." He then turned, glancing back at his slave. "Follow
me."
�� The blond
slipped on some soft leather slippers before following after Bakura, holding
the locket tightly.
�� The thief led
his slave through the caverns until they reached an apparent dead end. With a
crooked grin he looked back at the other boy as he rapped his knuckles against
the wall. "Tap it against here."
�� Malik looked
at Bakura before peering at the wall. He did as he was told, gently tapping the
locket against the wall.
�� The metal
lightly clanked against the semi-smooth surface of the cavern wall, the sound
reverberating through the air. Suddenly there was a loud sound of rumbling, as
well as the scraping of rock as the wall slid open to reveal a darkened
passageway.
�� Malik jumped
back, holding the locket tightly, and stared at the passageway. "It
opened!"
�� Bakura
gestured into the darkened passage. "This is the only way in or out of the
cave." He then pointed at the locket. "What you're holding is the key
to open the door. It was made for emergencies for children who don't know
enough magic to open it by themselves."
�� "I
see," Malik muttered as he peered out the passageway, then at Bakura.
"So this is mine?"
�� The thief
smiled wryly. "Yes, but ONLY for emergencies." He then poked the
other boy's nose. "I don't want you running around until you're
healed."
�� Malik
squeaked, and then rubbed his nose. "...I know, I know. Just sleep."
�� "Right,"
Bakura grinned.
�� Malik shifted
nervously, unsure of what else to say. He peered up at the thief anxiously, his
cheeks tinting ever so slightly.
�� "It'll
only keep the door open for a limited time before it closes, so be sure to watch
that," Bakura continued, eying the blond.
�� Malik nodded
slowly, looking at the door curiously before back at Bakura again. "I
understand."
�� "Good,
now go back to sleep," the bandit continued to smile before brushing the
other boy's gold hair from his eyes. "And don't get into too much
trouble."
�� Malik blushed
even more brightly and nodded, backing up slowly, before he turned and hurried
back towards the bedroom.
�� By the time he
got there he heard the faint familiar sound of the door moving, obviously shutting
now, before all was still.
�� Malik peered
over his shoulder back at the exit, then sighed and held the locket close. He
supposed this showed how much faith Bakura had in him, but the idea of needing
an emergency exit was a bit unnerving. What sort of emergencies could happen
inside a cave?

----

�� Malik sighed
as he sat in the bedroom, hugging one leg to his chest while the other dangled
uselessly off the bed. He rested his chin on his knee, making a face.
"...Where is he?"
�� Bakura hadn't
come home, yet had been gone for hours. At least, it seemed like hours to the
slave. The cave was monstrously lonely and empty without someone else to fill
it, even if that someone was a slave master. Still, Malik waited like a good
slave for Bakura to return.
�� However, as
time passed, the blond grew more and more impatient.
�� With a grunt,
Malik flopped backwards onto the bed and glared at the ceiling. "It's so
boring..." he huffed.
�� It was hard to
tell exactly how long Bakura had gone, as there were no windows to look outside
of the cave from to see the position of the sun, but it felt as if the entire
day had passed.
�� Malik rolled
over onto his stomach and kicked his legs slowly, making a rather irritated
face. He had never had so much free time before, so he had no idea what to do
with it all. He had slept for hours to the point that he was sick of it, he had
eaten his fill, and he even folded all the clothes in the room (as that
required little labor). And yet, Bakura was not back and he was still utterly
bored and lonely. Where was his master, and what was taking him so long to
return? It had to been well into tomorrow with how much time he felt had
passed.
�� "Grrrrr," Malik flailed helplessly, trying to relieve
some of his excess energy, and then flopped against the bed completely limp.
"...I wonder what outside looks like."
�� When he was
with his father, He had spent all of his time inside and never saw the outside
world. If he had stopped to peer out the windows, his father would scream at
him for loitering. He never really had to leave the house, as the barn was
connected to the side of it through a single door. Ironically, the exact same
thing was happening now. Even when he had been kidnapped, he had been too
terrified to think of looking at the sky. He hadn't even thought to look at his
surroundings too well; and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to
appreciate it.
�� Why couldn't
he see the sky? He had the locket and Bakura wasn't around. Theoretically, he
could sneak in and out without being seen.
�� The more Malik
thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. Soon enough, he couldn't think
about anything else.
�� "I... I
want to go outside." Malik grunted as he sat up.
�� What Bakura
didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.
�� With that,
Malik proceeded towards the entrance to the cave. His determination grew as his
excitement increased, his hand fumbling for the locket. He started to shake
with eagerness as he tapped the locket against the wall. Just like before, a
crisp chime of metal rang through the air and the wall slid open noisily,
revealing the darkened passageway that led to the outside world.
�� Malik stared
for a moment at the darkness before he slowly walked out of the entrance,
holding the locket close. He stopped in the hallway as he peered into the
depths of the darkness. "...It's really dark."
�� After a
moment, Malik grimaced and turned about.
�� "I need a
candle..." he grunted.
�� Unfortunately
the wall chose that moment to close itself, the stones scraping in an almost
ominous manner as they cut off all the light in the cavern.
�� Malik squeaked
and stared blankly at the wall, finding himself in complete darkness. He stood
perfectly immobile, unsure of what to do. Should he re-tap the wall to open it
or just go through the dark, blindly?
�� After a few
moments of thought, curiosity won over again. He didn't want to waste too much
time or he'd miss out. He imagined it was nearing the end of the day so that
the sun was setting. If he didn't hurry, he might miss everything.
�� His mind made
up once more, Malik whirled and hurried through the dark corridor. He used one
hand to feel out in front of him, checking for corners or other obstacles.
�� Surprisingly,
the passage was easy-going. There were no sharp turns or obstacles, so the
slave boy found himself walking forward with his arms outstretched for quite a
distance. After a while of blindly searching he finally spied light up ahead
softly spilling in from outside, which allowed him to see a little bit of the
cave.
�� "Hah?"
Malik blinked and hurried towards the light, then gasped as the cave gave way
to the outside world. As he emerged from the darkness of the cave, immediately
he was bathed in light, but it wasn't the light he was expecting. Instead of
the sun he was greeted with a full bright moon and a sky full of countless stars
that illuminated the night almost as well as day.
�� Malik stared
at the sky, utterly stupefied. Part of him wanted to curse loudly, as he had
obviously missed the sun, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer awe of
the stars and moon.
�� The slave boy
walked further out into the open, craning his head to see. There were just so
many stars! With a giggle, Malik moved to climb onto a rock, as if trying to
get closer to the twinkling jewels in the sky. He wanted a better view,
completely enthralled.
�� Malik
continued to swivel his head about, staring at the stars, before he peered at
the moon intently. He moved his hands as if to 'outline' the moon with his
fingers, giggling slightly. "It's like a giant ball! Hm..."
Malik squinted his eyes as he sized up the moon. "I wonder how big it
really is."
�� "My
mother once told me that it's bigger than all of the Pharaoh's lands."
�� Malik let out
a startled cry as he jumped, then squealed as he lost his footing and went
tumbling backwards. Fortunately he was quickly caught by a pair of strong arms
and gently lowered to the ground. Once he had regained his footing, the blond
whirled to stare at whoever had caught him, feeling a sudden surge of panic.
�� Standing right
behind him was none other than his master, Bakura, who grinned at him in
amusement. The thief had bags tied to his waist, each obviously filled with
some treasure he stole.
�� Malik blinked
repeatedly, and then flushed as guilt flooded through him. He had been caught!
�� "Out for
a little moonlight stroll?" Bakura asked lightly as he quirked an eyebrow.
�� Malik nodded
slowly, feeling quite chastised even though the thief hadn't even scolded him
yet.
�� "How long
did you wait before you used the key I gave you to sneak out?" Bakura
asked curiously before poking the blond's nose lightly.
�� "A
w-while," Malik replied, truthfully. "But I... I wanted to see the
sky!"
�� Bakura tilted
his head curiously. "Just to see the sky?"
�� Malik nodded,
weakly.
�� "I
see..." Bakura muttered before smiling a little. "You're in the wrong
place to really look at the sky though."
�� "Really?"
Malik perked up, looking at his master.
�� The
silver-eyed man placed his full sacks down onto the ground before he took the
other boy's hand. "Come on, I'll show you," he said with a somewhat
smug look on his face as he started to lead the blond off.
�� "A-all
right!" Malik followed Bakura, glad that he wasn't going to be punished.
�� The thief
smiled in an enigmatic fashion as he lead Malik along the canyon trail and up
towards the top. At times the way was a bit difficult due to the curvature of
the cliffs, but they managed to make it to their destination without incident.
�� What Malik saw
took his breath away.
�� Malik had
thought that his first view of the sky while outside the cave was spectacular,
but what he saw now far surpassed any sight he had ever seen before. The stars
and moon seemed brighter now that they were so high up, which made it seem as
if he might be able to reach out and touch them. Their light shining down upon
the two of them in such a wondrous display, it was as if the gods had blessed
them.
�� While Malik
was still awed by the sight, Bakura led the blond over to the edge of the
canyon and slipped behind the other boy so that he would not obstruct his
slave's view. Gently he took a hold of Malik's head from behind and directed
the blond's attention forwards.
�� "...Ohhhhh..." was all Malik had the sense to say as he
stared, eyes widening.
�� The view
before him was almost as spectacular as the one from above, as he could see
virtually all of the Pharaoh's kingdom and beyond bathed in starlight. He could
even see the Pharaoh's city far in the distance, the city lights bathing it in
a gentle gold hue, but that seemed to make the light from the stars and moon
slightly dimmer there.
�� "Bakura..."
Malik breathed, as if he were afraid the world would shatter if he spoke too
loudly. "It looks so beautiful..."
�� "I told
you that this was the place to see the sky," Bakura whispered into the
blond's ear, his breath lightly tickling it. "I come up here all the
time."
�� "It's so
wonderful..." Malik muttered as he stared at the scene before him, unable
to accurately explain just how awestruck he was.
�� "It's
even more wonderful to have someone to share it with..." came Bakura's
soft voice, as if he let his thoughts slip without realizing it.
�� Malik blinked
at that but didn't dare press it; he didn't want to invade the thief's
thoughts. Instead, he simply leaned back against Bakura and tilted his head
skyward. "...I'm... I'm glad I could see them."
�� Bakura slipped
his arms around Malik's waist, surprising the blond momentarily. "I'm glad
to see you so cheerful finally," he chuckled softly in the tanned boy's
ear. "We can stay here for as long as you want."
�� "Really?"
Malik looked at Bakura, and then chewed on his lip. "Could... could we
even watch the sunrise?" The blond gave pause for a moment, unable help
but marvel at how the moonlight complimented Bakura so well; the thief looked
so radiant...
�� Bakura seemed to
have removed his hood sometime while Malik had been admiring the sights, thus
allowing his hair and face to be seen even better. The white strands seemed
almost silver, sparkling with the moonlight shining through it, as if it were
made of moonbeams. He also seemed to have undone the spell that kept his pale
skin tan, so now it looked as if it was slightly luminous. The most stunning
thing, however, was how his silver eyes reflected the light, much like a cat's
would.
�� "E-even
to sunrise?" Malik repeated, feeling rather lightheaded.
�� "Sure,"
Bakura nodded, a roguish grin on his face, unaware of how the expression made
his appearance that much more appealing. "It shouldn't be too long before
it rises."
�� "O-okay..."
Malik's cheeks tinted slightly.
�� Reluctantly
Bakura removed his arms from around the blond's waist then moved to sit down
close to the edge of the cliff. He glanced up at his companion and patted the
ground beside him in a silent invitation.
�� Malik moved so
sit down by Bakura, and then glanced skyward again. "How can you tell what
time it is?"
�� "You get
a feel for it after a while if you pay enough attention to it," Bakura
explained as he leaned back to admire the night sky as well. "It's
important to know when the sun will rise when you're a thief. If you don't have
the darkness to hide you, the chances of you getting caught and killed become
more than twice as likely."
�� "Ah,"
Malik nodded slowly. "That makes sense..." He paused and glanced at
the thief. "Is it... scary?"
�� "Yes,"
Bakura answered, not looking at the blond. "At least at first. But after a
while you stop being afraid. Nothing scares me now."
�� "Ah,"
Malik wondered what that must be like, then moved closer to Bakura and glanced
skyward. "Many things scare me."
�� "That's
because you've been locked up all your life with an abusive father," the
thief pointed out as he glanced at his companion.
�� Malik glanced
at Bakura. "...Maybe."
�� "You mean
definitely," Bakura retorted as he poked the blond's nose.
�� Malik
squeaked, and then rubbed his nose. "...Y-yeah."
�� Bakura
chuckled softly before he returned his gaze skyward.
�� After a moment
of silence, Malik moved closer to Bakura and shivered slightly.
�� Bakura glanced
at the other boy for a moment as he noticed the action. "Cold?" he
asked curiously as he tilted his head.
�� "A
little," Malik admitted. "But I'll be okay... I want to see the
sunrise."
�� Suddenly
Bakura pulled Malik into his lap and wrapped his arms around the shivering
blond. "Is this better?"
�� Malik squeaked
and tensed slightly, startled, before he slowly forced himself to relax. The
blond nodded as he rested his cheek against Bakura's chest, glancing skyward.
"...Which way should I be looking?"
�� "East."
Bakura shifted slightly so that they were facing towards the giant river that
ran near the Pharaoh's land. "It comes up over the river."
�� "Oh,"
Malik tilted his head to look, and then huffed. "How long?"
�� Bakura hummed
slightly before glancing up at the sky again. "It'll be a while yet, but
not too long, so get comfortable."
�� "A-all
right." Malik shifted slightly until he fit rather snuggly close against
Bakura, then sighed.
�� "Mmmm..." Bakura nuzzled his cheek against Malik's,
pulling the blond as closely as possible, as he seemed to enjoy their current
position. "Yes... like that..."
�� Malik blinked
at the nuzzling, then tilted his head and peered at Bakura.
�� Bakura blinked
as he noticed the look. "Something wrong?"
�� "...No,"
Malik shook his head. "I was just... wondering."
�� "Wondering
what?" Bakura tilted his head slightly.
�� "Many
things," Malik replied. "They're probably silly but... I can't help
but wonder. Like... when I first saw you, you were tanned. And now you're not.
Or how you're so much nicer than my father and you don't seem to hate me even
though I..."
�� "I don't
seem to hate you because I don't hate you," Bakura answered as he eyed the
boy in his lap oddly. "ANYONE can be nicer than your father." He
paused for a moment then smirked. "As for being tanned... If I let anyone
know I had such pale skin naturally, they would attack me on sight, so I have
to hide it."
�� "Ohhh," Malik considered that, then sighed and settled
back down against Bakura. "...The only person who was nice to me was my
sister. Even the servants teased me."
�� Bakura made a
face at that then began to play with the blond's hair. "Because they
didn't like you, or just to kiss up to your father?"
�� "I don't
know," Malik said. "They'd do it when he wasn't around. They'd trip
me or try and ruin my work so I get punished."
�� Bakura
grunted, agitated at that.
�� "I just
worked extra hard to make sure I didn't," Malik muttered.
�� Bakura looked
at Malik for a few moments before smirking. "Now you don't have to worry
about that ever again."
�� "That's
true," Malik nodded, his eyes drooping slightly. Bakura was so warm...
�� The thief smiled
and continued to play with the tanned boy's golden hair as they lapsed into
silence, comfortable holding his slave in such a familiar manner.
�� Malik's entire
body relaxed as he enjoyed the feeling of Bakura's fingers through his hair.
However, after a few moments, he suddenly remembered something he wanted to
ask. "How old are you?"
�� Bakura
blinked, surprised at the sudden question. "Eighteen." He tilted his
head slightly. "Why do you ask?"
�� "Wow,
really?" Malik looked up, blinking. "That's how old I am!"
�� "How
ironic," Bakura smiled wryly.
�� "I
thought you were older," Malik muttered. "Because you're very strong
and brave."
�� "I grew
up quickly," Bakura answered, his voice unusually subdued.
�� "Oh,"
Malik pondered that, and then poked Bakura's sides. "Like with your
muscles!"
�� Bakura jumped
at the poking as he let out a loud uncharacteristic squeak. "Hey!" he
yelped.
�� "...What?"
Malik looked up. "That hurt?"
�� Bakura huffed,
his cheeks flushed lightly, before he looked away. "No, of course
not."
�� "...Did
it TICKLE?" Malik asked.
�� The flush grew
as Bakura made a slight face before he let out a soft noise that sounded almost
like a false chuckle, as if the very idea was laughable. "Me? Ticklish?
You must be joking."
�� Malik eyed
Bakura and poked his ribs again gently.
�� The thief let
out another squeak as he jumped again. "Hey!" Bakura whirled to gaze
at Malik in agitation.
�� Malik giggled
as he ran his finger up Bakura's side.
�� A squeal
escaped from the silver haired boy in spite of how he tried to fight it, instinctively
curling up to try and prevent any further ticklish touch. "St-stop
that!"
�� However, as
Malik was in Bakura's lap, all the thief did was curl up around him. The
lavender-eyed boy smiled wryly as he ran his fingers up and down Bakura's side.
�� This time the
thief couldn't stop himself from giggling at the ticklish touch, and tried to
squirm away from the blond. "S-STOOOP-!" he tried to protest between
giggles.
�� "Stop
what? You're not ticklish!" Malik giggled.
�� Bakura panted slightly
as the tanned boy stopped, at least for the moment. He huffed in agitation as
he recovered, and glared at the blond, his cheeks tinted pink. "I'm not,
so stop trying to tickle me!" It almost seemed as if the thief was pouting
considering the tone and expression he had.
�� Malik grinned
as he finally relented, allowing the thief time to breathe. Something about
discovering such a weakness made him feel giddy. He had no idea why he dared to
do such a thing!
�� At seeing that
Malik wasn't going to tickle him anymore, Bakura relaxed, but still seemed to
sulk at having such a weakness exploited. Malik watched Bakura, wondering if he
had gone too far. Should he apologize?
�� Suddenly the
thief lashed out to pull Malik close, whipped the blond about to pin the tanned
boy to the ground, and tickled his companion's ribs with a wicked grin on his
face.
�� Malik yelped
in surprise before bursting out with laughter, squirming underneath the thief.
�� "Looks
like YOU'RE the one who's ticklish!" Bakura laughed as he tickled the
other boy, delighting in watching Malik squirm beneath him.
�� Malik couldn't
respond, too busy laughing hysterically as he squirmed against the thief.
�� After a couple
moments Bakura finally ceased in his tickle torture, and allowed his slave a
chance to catch his breath. "I win," he practically purred, quite
smug in his victory.
�� Malik gasped
for breath, face flushed, as he went limp underneath Bakura. His lungs burned
from the tickle torture, demanding more air.
�� Bakura
continued to grin, very mischievous, as he watched the blond recover. After a
moment an unknown emotion slipped into his expression as he his gaze became a
little more intense.
�� Malik blinked
blurrily up at Bakura as he gasped, looking incredibly vulnerable. What was the
thief thinking?
�� His question
was quickly answered; however, as Bakura closed his eyes then suddenly leaned
down to brush his lips against Malik's. The contact was brief, feather light,
before the thief pulled back, blushing, as if he suddenly realized what he was
just doing.
�� Malik squeaked
softly at the brush, his eyes widening slightly. Had the thief tried to kiss
him?
�� Bakura shifted
to roll off of Malik then sat up, his face quite red. He grunted and huffed as
he rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hands, apparently trying to rid
himself of the heat that was there.
�� Malik remained
perfectly still, lying on his back, before he slowly sat up and looked at
Bakura. "...Are you okay?"
�� "I'm
fine," Bakura answered quickly, refusing to look at Malik. His face was
still flushed, which could be seen plainly in spite of his attempts to hide it
thanks to the moonlight and his skin.
�� "Oh,"
Malik moved to lean against the thief. "Okay."
�� Bakura jumped
slightly at the contact then looked at the blond, blinking in surprise. Letting
out a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. "...You're not upset
because of what I just did?" he asked at length as he looked away again.
�� "No,"
Malik shook his head. "Why would I be? It didn't hurt."
�� Bakura
blinked, as he looked at the other boy, surprised all over again. "You
didn't mind that I...?"
�� Malik shook
his head again. "No, I didn't mind."
�� Bakura blinked
again, staring at the blond, before a mischievous smile crept across his face.
"Good."
�� "Hm?" Malik tilted his head. What was that peculiar
smile for?
�� However his
attention was diverted from the smile thief as he noticed that the sky seemed
to be changing, summoning the slave's attention to up above where the stars
were fading away and the darkness was gradually changing to a light shade of
blue, the moon no longer able to be seen.
�� "Ah?
What?" Malik sat up sharply.
�� As the blond
watched in amazement the sky was stained with an ever brightening rainbow of
colors, so brilliant and beautiful that it took his breath away just as surely
as the tickling Bakura had done to him only moments before. The source of the
color and light was found straight ahead at the river, as the thief had told
him before, which only made the view that much more spectacular, as all the
colors glittered off of the water, making it look as if it were made completely
of the finest jewels in the entire world.
�� Malik gasped
and clung to Bakura, staring across the horizon in dumbfounded awe. It was so
beautiful, like a gorgeous painting in the Pharaoh's palace.
�� Bakura smiled,
gently, although the blond missed it, as he slipped an arm around the tanned
boy and watched his companion watch his first sunrise.
�� Malik stared
at the horizon, watching as the burning ball of gold slowly rose to the sky;
its array of yellow, orange, and red driving away the night colors in a
brilliant display.
�� Everything
became quiet and still, save for the sun as it continued to rise and illuminate
the sky with its unyielding light. The peace and awe of the moment seemed to cast
a beautiful spell that ensnared the both of them.
�� Bakura found
himself momentarily drawn to the stunning vision of sunrise before he looked
back at Malik. What he saw took his breath away.
�� Malik's skin
glistened in the oncoming sunlight, like highly polished bronze. His hair
looked as though it was made of the Pharaoh's treasure, each strand comparable
to a gold coin melted and reformed into silk without a single blemish. His
brilliant violent eyes glistened, twin pools of liquid gemstone. He was, in all
his glory, a treasure to be admired, making the fact that his father loathed
him all the more criminal.
�� Bakura
couldn't stop staring, as the sunrise seemed to transform Malik into nothing
less than godly. He was so enraptured that for a moment or two he forgot how to
breathe.
�� Malik was
completely oblivious to Bakura's awe, staring at the sky. He had enough sense
not to look directly at the sun, though not because it would hurt his eyes, but
rather because his father said the sun god would be enraged if he did.
�� Either way,
the sight was glorious.
�� Suddenly the
blond was diverted from his gaze as the pale boy reached out to take a hold of
his face and turn him towards his master.
�� "Huh?"
Malik blinked repeatedly, startled from his reverence to find himself staring
at Bakura.
�� He had no
further time to react, however, as Bakura suddenly captured his lips in a
tender kiss.
�� Malik gasped
softly, surprised by the kiss. His eyes widened, his mind locking up as his
head began to swim. The thief was kissing him...
�� The kiss
lasted for as long as it took for the sun to rise completely over the horizon,
as if the spell that it had cast was finally broken and thus ended the moment.
Bakura pulled back slightly, eyes half closed, as he gazed at Malik, his
expression hard to read save for the faint color in his cheeks.
�� Malik gasped
for breath, his face bright red as he simply stared at Bakura. He had no idea
how to respond or react as questions whirled around in his head. Why did the
thief kiss him? What did it mean?
�� After a long
stretch of silence with the two staring at each other the entire time, Bakura
finally smiled wickedly. "You taste as divine as you look," he
commented mischievously.
�� Malik's cheeks
burned even brighter as he blinked repeatedly, and then fidgeted nervously.
"I... no one's ever..."
�� Bakura
chuckled slightly, looking quite amused despite his flushed cheeks.
"Well... I've never done that to anyone, so we're even."
�� Malik nodded,
albeit hesitantly, and gently touched his lips before looking at Bakura again.
He was speechless, but something told him he had to say something.
Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. "I..."
�� Thankfully the
blond was spared from having to think of something, as Bakura suddenly yawned,
bringing his hand up to cover his mouth as the other arm shifted slightly at
the shoulder in a slight stretch. "Mmph,"
he muttered and then glanced at Malik. "As much as I'd like to stay up
here, I'm tired. Let's go back to the cave."
�� Malik nodded,
unable to stop himself as Bakura's yawn caused him to yawn as well. He rubbed
his eyes, then paused and eyed Bakura hesitantly. "Can... can we do this
again sometime?"
�� "Of
course." Bakura grinned before he suddenly moved in to kiss the blond once
again. Malik squeaked in surprise as he was kissed again. This kiss, however,
was much shorter than the first, as Bakura pulled back and then stood up, still
grinning in a smug and slightly mischievous manner. "Come on, let's
go," he said as he reached down to help Malik up.
�� Malik stared
at Bakura for a moment before reaching to take his hand, shaking slightly. He
wasn't sure what the thief was thinking; he knew it couldn't have been just an
innocent kiss. Thoughts of his previous fears returned as he wondered what exactly the thief had in mind for his
slave.
�� However, he
had to admit...
�� He liked how
Bakura tasted.
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