Strangers When We Meet
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
21
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2,570
Reviews:
87
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Chapter Seventeen: Plea
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET
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AN: Only 3 more chapters after this! Sorry about not responding to reviews...again. Schools just a pain in the BUM.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: PLEA
His hands were callused and unforgiving when they use to run over his skin. Those hands used to feel like they were in a dozen places at once sending each nerve on edge. He loved to hold those hands, to kiss them gently and with love. They were always warm, he loved that. He liked the way the fingers would play down his backbone, gently pushing and kneading their way down his spine. The way they’d teasingly brush against his most sensitive areas one minute and pull and tear at him in need the next. When they would brush the stray hairs from his face. Those tender, soothing hands that could hold him and love him in ways he had never known…
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As they entered the city a mist began to surround them, the horses growing restless, whinnying in protest.
“What’s going on?” A panicked soldier asked as a skeletal hand reached from the ground.
“Ghosts!” Another screamed as his leg was grabbed, throwing him to the ground where other hands reached out for him.
“It’s the ghosts of those who have died here.” Atem said, motioning for the other priests to summon their monsters. Seto’s eyes swept his surroundings for any trace of Bakura. How could he get away to tell Bakura they were coming?
Calling forth his monster he watched as the ghosts were stopped and killed, but there numbers were great, it would be awhile before they could move on.
“Pharaoh, we must find Bakura!” Seto sternly spoke.
Atem nodded, “Find him…but be careful Seto.”
Seto nodded, sighing in relief as he turned his horse from the others. His eyes stayed locked on the entrance that would lead to Bakura. He looked back at the priests, he couldn’t let them see him know the path so easily. He let his horse walk around to the other buildings before running inside when he felt it safe, turning back one last time to make sure no one had seen.
He took a deep breath, leaving his horse behind once he was far enough in. His heart began to pound, his feet going faster as his panic set in. He was racing down the long corridors before he knew it, down the winding stairs into the darkness.
“I knew you’d come. Where are the others?” Bakura sat perched upon a large stone slab, Diabound behind him, its tail whipping dangerously around, snapping against the ground in anger. It had grown…at least doubled since the last time he had seen it.
“Bakura, they’re coming! You—you have to get out of here!” Seto panted, coming closer to the thief.
“This is it, Seto. I’m not going to leave now. Not when I am so close to bringing the dark one back.”
Seto scoffed, nervously watching the entrance for any sign of the others. “Please Bakura, they are going to kill you! Its—its not like before! Atem has grown stronger and all the other priests are comi—“
“Good, saves me the trouble of gathering them myself.” He cut in.
“Bakura! Are you listening to me? You can’t win.” Seto shook his head, pleaing with the other.
The thief rolled his eyes, “Of course I’ll win.”
Seto’s anger built as Bakura stubbornly sat, watching him in amusement.
“AND THEN WHAT?” Seto screamed.
“What do you mean?” Seto could see Bakura was taken aback by his anger and confused by his question.
“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER EVERYONE IS DEAD?” He continued to scream, all his anger and frustration exploding into the moment.
“Then I’ll rule over—“
“THERE WON’T BE ANYONE TO RULE OVER!” Seto yelled, slamming his rod into the ground, the metal cling reverberating off the high ceilings.
Diabound’s tail moved towards it, pulling the rod to Bakura who shook his head.
“No, not yet.”
“No, just fucking take it. That’s all you want from me anymore!” Seto pushed the rod away, choking back his tears.
Bakura kept silent, watching Seto as he collapsed onto the ground, catching his breath.
“Please…just leave now and we can start over.” The priest quietly spoke after a few moments.
Bakura scoffed, “I can’t do that.”
Seto sighed in frustration, “You keep saying that, but you don’t have any reason not to Bakura! I lost my family too! I lost my village. But getting revenge won’t do anything!”
“Yes it will.” Bakura hissed, narrowing his eyes.
Seto shook his head, “Please Bakura…please come with me.”
“NO!” Bakura roared, “This is my fate.” He growled.
“IT’S ONLY YOUR FATE BECAUSE YOU SAY IT IS! NO ONE IS MAKING YOU DO THIS!” Seto cried.
“I’ll make you see then Seto.” Bakura spoke, barely above a whisper. Seto looked up in confusion.
“What?”
“I can show you why. I know who can show you why this must be done.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Seto’s eyes stayed locked on Bakura as he heard the other priests and pharaoh enter the temple.
“He’s taken Seto’s rod!” One of them shouted. Seto said nothing, still watching Bakura as he smirked at his new guests, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Seto, I’d like you to meet your father.”
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AN: Only 3 more chapters after this! Sorry about not responding to reviews...again. Schools just a pain in the BUM.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: PLEA
His hands were callused and unforgiving when they use to run over his skin. Those hands used to feel like they were in a dozen places at once sending each nerve on edge. He loved to hold those hands, to kiss them gently and with love. They were always warm, he loved that. He liked the way the fingers would play down his backbone, gently pushing and kneading their way down his spine. The way they’d teasingly brush against his most sensitive areas one minute and pull and tear at him in need the next. When they would brush the stray hairs from his face. Those tender, soothing hands that could hold him and love him in ways he had never known…
- - - - - - -
As they entered the city a mist began to surround them, the horses growing restless, whinnying in protest.
“What’s going on?” A panicked soldier asked as a skeletal hand reached from the ground.
“Ghosts!” Another screamed as his leg was grabbed, throwing him to the ground where other hands reached out for him.
“It’s the ghosts of those who have died here.” Atem said, motioning for the other priests to summon their monsters. Seto’s eyes swept his surroundings for any trace of Bakura. How could he get away to tell Bakura they were coming?
Calling forth his monster he watched as the ghosts were stopped and killed, but there numbers were great, it would be awhile before they could move on.
“Pharaoh, we must find Bakura!” Seto sternly spoke.
Atem nodded, “Find him…but be careful Seto.”
Seto nodded, sighing in relief as he turned his horse from the others. His eyes stayed locked on the entrance that would lead to Bakura. He looked back at the priests, he couldn’t let them see him know the path so easily. He let his horse walk around to the other buildings before running inside when he felt it safe, turning back one last time to make sure no one had seen.
He took a deep breath, leaving his horse behind once he was far enough in. His heart began to pound, his feet going faster as his panic set in. He was racing down the long corridors before he knew it, down the winding stairs into the darkness.
“I knew you’d come. Where are the others?” Bakura sat perched upon a large stone slab, Diabound behind him, its tail whipping dangerously around, snapping against the ground in anger. It had grown…at least doubled since the last time he had seen it.
“Bakura, they’re coming! You—you have to get out of here!” Seto panted, coming closer to the thief.
“This is it, Seto. I’m not going to leave now. Not when I am so close to bringing the dark one back.”
Seto scoffed, nervously watching the entrance for any sign of the others. “Please Bakura, they are going to kill you! Its—its not like before! Atem has grown stronger and all the other priests are comi—“
“Good, saves me the trouble of gathering them myself.” He cut in.
“Bakura! Are you listening to me? You can’t win.” Seto shook his head, pleaing with the other.
The thief rolled his eyes, “Of course I’ll win.”
Seto’s anger built as Bakura stubbornly sat, watching him in amusement.
“AND THEN WHAT?” Seto screamed.
“What do you mean?” Seto could see Bakura was taken aback by his anger and confused by his question.
“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER EVERYONE IS DEAD?” He continued to scream, all his anger and frustration exploding into the moment.
“Then I’ll rule over—“
“THERE WON’T BE ANYONE TO RULE OVER!” Seto yelled, slamming his rod into the ground, the metal cling reverberating off the high ceilings.
Diabound’s tail moved towards it, pulling the rod to Bakura who shook his head.
“No, not yet.”
“No, just fucking take it. That’s all you want from me anymore!” Seto pushed the rod away, choking back his tears.
Bakura kept silent, watching Seto as he collapsed onto the ground, catching his breath.
“Please…just leave now and we can start over.” The priest quietly spoke after a few moments.
Bakura scoffed, “I can’t do that.”
Seto sighed in frustration, “You keep saying that, but you don’t have any reason not to Bakura! I lost my family too! I lost my village. But getting revenge won’t do anything!”
“Yes it will.” Bakura hissed, narrowing his eyes.
Seto shook his head, “Please Bakura…please come with me.”
“NO!” Bakura roared, “This is my fate.” He growled.
“IT’S ONLY YOUR FATE BECAUSE YOU SAY IT IS! NO ONE IS MAKING YOU DO THIS!” Seto cried.
“I’ll make you see then Seto.” Bakura spoke, barely above a whisper. Seto looked up in confusion.
“What?”
“I can show you why. I know who can show you why this must be done.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Seto’s eyes stayed locked on Bakura as he heard the other priests and pharaoh enter the temple.
“He’s taken Seto’s rod!” One of them shouted. Seto said nothing, still watching Bakura as he smirked at his new guests, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Seto, I’d like you to meet your father.”