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StarCrossed	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-StarCrossed
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
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- 6
StarCrossed

Thief King Bakura/Priest Seth

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“Even when you’re recovered enough,”
Bakura was telling Seth, “don’t go wandering around down
here, not until you know the way around. Ninety percent of the
tunnels don’t go anywhere you want to go, and if I ever found
you again, it would probably be your skeleton.”

Seth said nothing, just leaned against the rock by
the cold water that was flowing through the cave, gingerly, wary of
his tightly bound ribs and careful to put as little pressure on his
seat as possible. He found it endearing how Bakura still thought he
was going to recover… he didn’t seem to be able to
accept the fact that he was going to die.

“Those tunnels aren’t that stable,
either. They’re built to be able to collapse, just like the
first tunnel from the surface. There’s a back way out; it’s
a straight shot, and I’ll show you later, in case you want to
get outside or we have to make a break for it, gods forbid.”

Bakura was washing his cloak in the stream, getting
the blood and sweat and sand out of it. He had given Seto a robe and
a long shenti to wear, to protect him from the occasional chill.

“Are you listening to me, priest?”

He didn’t, as a rule, seem to be able to look
at him either, but now he was, unblinkingly.

“Don’t call me that,” was all Seth
said. “‘Priest’… I’m not anymore.”

“All right…” he said. “…Seth.
Are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” Seth said wearily, and closed his
eyes. “But I don’t know why you insist upon trying to
tell me… It’s never going to do me any good.”

Then Bakura was sitting in front of him. “Because
I don’t want you to die. And I know that you don’t
have to. You only think this has to kill you.”

“No…” Seth said. “I’m
going to get weaker and weaker until I can’t move… and
then I’ll slowly die. That’s my future.”

Bakura frowned and looked down briefly. “Fine,”
he finally said, looking up. It seemed like he was making an effort
to accept it, at least. “Then how long do you have?”

“Days… maybe. Maybe a week… I
don’t know. Not long.”

Bakura stood up again. “A lot can change in a
week,” was all he said, and went back to his cloak.

“Do you miss the palace?”

Seth raised his head and blinked once at him.
“...What?”

“Do you miss the palace?” he repeated.
“Just out of curiosity. This isn't anything like the life
you're accustomed to, though.” He let his hand trail through
the water as it moved sluggishly past, watching it long enough, then
looking back toward his prie... Seth.

“...Kind of,” Seth told him slowly.
“You're right, it's nothing like it. It's kind of nice... I
chased people like you down, you know. And now I suppose I am one...”

“One what?”

“A criminal. I was supposed to be executed,
and instead I escaped with the most notorious thief-slash-tomb robber
in Khemet...”

“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning back on one
arm. “You're not going to be going back.”

They were quiet for a while, the only sound between
them the quietly running water. The phosphorescence played over the
ceiling while he watched it, making nonsensical patterns in greenish
light. It wasn't a bad life, really. Nothing really to do, except the
occasional hunting, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the horse (he'd
brought it inside through the back way last night), and every once in
a while he'd go out on a job, whenever he felt like it... It had to
be easier than just about any other life.

And taking care of Seth, now... which wasn't exactly
a chore. He rather liked it, except the blank way he had of looking
at everything, as though it didn't matter. As though he wasn't even
going to care when he died. Honestly, he hated that – how it
really seemed like he was going to die. He didn't want it to be
true...

“It's kind of nice,” Seth said suddenly;
he had to blink once to remember was he was talking about. Right,
this life.

He rolled over onto his stomach. “You can
enjoy it, you know,” he said, looking at him intently. Seth was
lying on his back, carefully still, letting his hand on his broken
arm trail through the water. That can't have been pleasant, but he
was just staring at the ceiling listlessly, as though he didn't
notice. He didn't even look at him as he said that.

After a long moment of being ignored, he scowled and
pushed himself along the ground until he was sitting beside him. “I
said, you can enjoy it, you know.” He gently put his hand under
his chin to make him look at him; Seth did, but just blankly, seeming
to only look at him because he happened to be in the way of his eyes.

“I don't have the time...” Seth said
slowly when he apparently realized he wasn't going to get out of this
without an answer.

“Damn it, Seth, you can live if you want to!”
He angrily took his hand away and grabbed a rock to peg into the
water. “The only fucking thing killing you is yourself!”

“That's not true...” Seth protested. At
least he was finally looking at him now. “The priests...”

“Bullshit!” Seth flinched as he
exploded, and he shoved himself into a standing position quickly,
ramming his hand forward into the wall.

Seth started to sit up, but he didn't need to be
doing that with his broken ribs and the rest of the trauma his body
had already been through, and Bakura put a hand on his shoulder to
push him back down. Seth didn't really fight it, which was also
annoying. He used to be fucking independent... now he was fucking
passive.

“I am dying,” he said, looking up
at him. “I wish you would stop fighting it, it only makes it
harder... there's nothing you can do about it...”

“You could fucking live if you wanted to!”

“I'm dying, Bakura,” he repeated
quietly.

He turned away in
disgust, leaving Seth lying beside the water behind him, stalking off
into the tunnels before he could do something he'd really regret.

With a sigh, he slid into
bed beside the sleeping brunet, pulling the sheet up over them both.
Seth was lying on his side, curled up as though he were cold; that
had to be compressing his broken ribs, which wasn't going to do him
any good. He gently shifted him onto his back and looked at his
bruised face for a moment, running his thumb over his discolored
cheekbone, which he hadn't been able to decide if it was broken or
not. It was hard to be angry at him for something like this... he
wasn't doing it to be contrary or infuriating, he just didn't have
any hope...

The fact that he didn't
seem to want to live, though, still got to him. Looking at
him, quietly sleeping, he just wanted to keep him forever, and yeah,
protect him if he had to... but he just couldn't save him from his
own damn self. He'd gone back there and risked his fucking life to
get him out of there, and his reward was an empty hopeless shell that
he couldn't fucking fix...

He sighed and lay down
before he could get angry. It wasn't Seth's fault. Hell, maybe it was
Seth's fault, but even so, he didn't want to deal with it right now.
He pulled him gently closer to him, wrapping an arm around him, and
closed his eyes to fall asleep.

“Why do you want to die?”

Seth looked away and
tried to push him away, but he refused to move. Looking away wasn't
going to do Seth much good; he was fairly well trapped between Bakura
and the bed, and Bakura wasn't going to let him get out of answering
it this time. This had gone on long enough already. He wanted some
answers, and the sentimental, caring-about-feelings shit was getting
old. Frankly, right now, he didn't care if Seth wanted to answer or
not. Yeah, he was hurt. Yeah, he was still the same damned person,
and he wasn't incapacitated or something; he could answer a question
without having a breakdown.

“Damn it, priest, you'd better fucking answer
me...”

“Or what?” Seth asked, looking at him
again – and great, there was actually some emotion there, he
was getting annoyed. “You'll kill me?”

“Just fucking answer the question.”

Seth just glared up at
him without saying anything. Simultaneously encouraging and
infuriating... At least he was acting like himself.

“Come on, it's not like you can fucking deny
it. You didn't put up the spell or whatever so that we wouldn't be
heard – that was just fucking begging for this to happen. And I
know you wouldn't forget something like that if you care, so you
decided not to do it. And I don't appreciate being dragged
along on your little suicide kick, too, by the way.”

“I knew you'd escape. Just like you always
did.”

“So you did fucking do it on purpose.”

“No,” Seth said, but he still looked
defiant, just daring him to call him on this...

He didn't hesitate.
“Liar. You wanted to die but you couldn't just kill yourself,
so you had to try and get everyone else to do it for you.” He
paused as realization hit him. “That's what you've been doing
this whole time... You fucking wanted me to kill you, didn't you? No
wonder you fucking got off on being hurt...”

“I didn't want you to kill me!” Using
his good hand, Seth tried to shove him away again; he grabbed it and
pressed it into the bed.

“Then why the hell did it happen all of a
sudden now? I figured you'd be pleased to not be dying anymore, but
you're fucking clinging to it. You could fucking live if you wanted
to but you're not even going to try!”

“Why the hell should I?” Seth finally
shoved him away – he was hurt, but he was still stronger than
he'd acted lately – and sat up, sliding away from him. He
caught his wrist just before he could escape off the bed entirely.

“Why shouldn't you?”

“There's no fucking point to it...! Haven't
you ever just looked at your life and realized it meant fucking
nothing? Nobody would fucking care if you died, Bakura, any more than
people would care if I did. Do you like living a pointless
existence or something? I was a priest who didn't believe in the
gods, how much more pointless does it get?!” He yanked his arm
away and left the bed, leaning against the wall, eyes blazing angrily
at him.

“So that's the answer, we should just all
fucking kill ourselves? What a great plan! Maybe it'd be worth it,
except I was kind of hoping you'd care if I died, since I would care
if you did!”

Silence.

Still more silence.

Neither of them so much
as blinked, eyes glued together across the distance that now
separated them. So there it was, out in the open. He'd care if Seth
died... ergo, he cared about Seth. And he wanted Seth to care back.
That was just... it. He didn't know how Seth would react, but there
it was.

Seth didn't react.
Instead, the blood loss, exertion, suddenly standing, and the
weakness from his missing magic all hit him at once, maybe helped
along by his willingness to not face this situation right now, and he
fainted.

Bakura swore and caught
him just before he hit the ground, lifting him up easily and
redepositing him in the bed, sitting beside him and occasionally
running his fingers through his hair as he watched him.

“Bakura...?” Seth whispered quietly
without opening his eyes, curled up beside him in the bed.

“I'm here.” He rubbed his arm gently and
pulled him against him.

Seth was quiet for a
moment. Bakura nearly thought he'd passed out again by the time he
whispered again.

“...I don't want to die...”

He kissed his hair. “Then
don't.”

“I don't know what else to do...”

He ran his hand down his
arm before he answered.

“Live.”
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