Of the Sun and Moon
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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5
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An Invitation
The only problem with the plan… How do I know my ‘ride’ when I see it? He wasn’t very specific… and I was too anxious to realize and ask him. I step out of the school and walk along, my eyes looking past the sidewalk in front of me as I try to sort things out. Maybe I could just walk to the museum… No, that would take too long.
I look up and sigh, scanning the cars. As I continue to walk, a car pulls up beside me and slows.
“Bakura?” a voice calls from inside and I freeze in my steps, causing the driver to break suddenly. “Bakura?” it asks again.
“Y-yes…?”
“Malik sent us to escort you to the museum.” He opens the passenger door and steps out, gesturing to the rest of the car. It turns out, it’s not just a car at all. It’s a black limousine. I blink, clearing my head, and finally manage to nod at him. He opens the back door and I climb in.
~~~~~
My head hurts. I think I’ve been staring at these papers all day, and I haven’t been able to even focus on them.
“Master Malik,” one of my men interrupts.
“What is it?”
“Bakura, the boy you sent for… he’s here.”
“Good.” My head feels better, already. Something is actually going as planned. I wonder if he’ll let me watch him work…? I pass my man and head towards the museum entrance.
And there he is, emerging from the limo I sent. I don’t know why, but he reminds me of someone. He starts up the stairs, a soft smile gracing his lips, and comes to stand before me.
“I’m ready.”
“I’m glad you came.” He eyes the two men standing behind me on either side and I try to distract him. “The exhibits are on the fourth floor, in the Egyptian section. I’ll take you to them.” My men are freaking him out… I wonder why?
~~~~~
The elevator ride seems to take forever. I’m not sure I like these men with him. They give me the chills. But Malik himself seems nice enough, so maybe I’m just being foolish. As the doors open and we step out a woman rushes over to greet the white-haired patron.
“Wonderful!” she exclaims in a hushed voice. “The pieces you brought us this time are simply wonderful!” She stops to look at me and blink. In her excitement, it seems she completely missed that I was there.
“Naomi, this is Bakura,” Malik says, motioning to me with a graceful hand. He seems kind of humoured… but I don’t see why. “He’s here to do a few sketches on the new exhibits for me.
“Of course. We’ll give him access and let him work.”
“Well… I was actually going to ask him if he wouldn’t mind I join him.” He turns and looks at me, smiling. “I’m kind of curious to see these drawings, and it would be a good idea to stick around and show him what I want details on.”
~~~~~
At least Bakura doesn’t seem to be stuck-up, like most artists I’ve met. He agrees to let me watch with a small nod, hugging his case -that no doubt contains supplies- to his chest.
“Come on.” I smile at him and walk into the restricted area, giving the guards only a brief glance to make sure they saw it was I and not some thief or wayward browser. We arrive at the first of the items and he stares at it. The great necklace adorns a headless bust, beads shimmering brilliantly in the lighted case.
“It’s beautiful…” he comments aloud to himself. I just smirk at him and nod.
“This is from the Old Kingdom… about 2260 B.C. Things were pretty peaceful at that time. It’s also when they started building the pyramids… and of course the Sphinx.” As I study the jewelry for the millionth time, I tilt my head and think on it.
“It’s really that old…?” he whispers, looking closer.
“Yes. It is. It belonged to a pharaoh’s wife.” The look on his face… he’s really interested. And how well that expression becomes him… I catch myself staring and force my gaze away.
“You want me to draw this?” he asks with a smile, opening his case and kneeling down to set it on the ground.
“Yes… if you can.”
“Of course I can,” he chuckles, getting the needed equipment and standing again. “It will take a while to get the details, but I’ll do my best.”
He begins the drawing, and I lock my eyes on his hand as it moves with graceful sweeps to outline the shape. But as he begins the tedious work on the small nefer beads, I find myself watching his face. There’s something so silent and calm… and yet so sad and distant in his eyes. Just looking at him like this makes my heart ache for some reason…
~~~~~
The finishing touches are made, and after a good half an hour or more, it’s done. My eyes scan over it one last time to make sure I haven’t forgotten one detail, and then I present it to Malik.
“Is this alright?” I ask. But there’s something in his expression that makes me frown. “Malik…?”
“Oh… yes, yes it’s fine. Perfect, really.” He pauses, looking down at the paper again. “Where did you learn to draw?” It’s an honest question, but his voice betrays that there’s a true reason for it and that he knows what the answer is going to be, anyway.
“I didn’t. I mean… I just picked up a pencil one day and started drawing.”
“I see.” Pause. “Well, you have a lot of talent.”
“Thank you…” I know I’m blushing. It’s my nature, I suppose. He smiles a bit and turns, guiding the way.
“There are just a few more things…”
~~~~~
He finished the other drawings with ease, and they all were just as remarkable as the first. They seem more like photographs in black and white than drawings; every detail is there, and the realistic shading and shine… perfect. Now we sit at a café –the very one that I was searching for just yesterday- as I further examine the work.
“Are they alright?” His voice betrays his worry. Perhaps I’ve just been staring at them for too long.
“Oh, they’re all wonderful. I’ll be adding them to my files.” He smiles and nods for the millionth time, which has become a standard response. Or perhaps it already had been. Bakura strikes me as a quiet person, anyway. And shy, also. His hands haven’t ventured from their safe position in his lap save to pick up his cup of tea and sip at it from time to time, and he won’t allow himself to keep eye contact for very long. It’s kind of cute, though. Keeping that thought well to myself and wondering why it came to mind, I reach into my pocket and pull a thick envelope from it. Eyeing the contents briefly, I put it on the table in front of him. He stares at it, eyes wide at the thick layer of bills visible from the flap. “Your commission,” I offer. He’s speechless for a bit longer, then looks at me with a good amount of shock.
“Malik…” he begins in a whisper. “That’s too much…”
“Says who?” He blinks. Stares some more. “You accepted the job, performed it masterfully… and so I’m paying you what I think it was worth.” Still speechless, he tries to find something to say, again glancing down to the envelope and back up at me. “I don’t want to hear another word about it. Take it. You earned it.” His hand comes up from below the table and gently takes the money, then slides it across the table the rest of the way. Pulling it into both of his hands now, he holds it tighter.
“Thank you.”
~~~~~
Hundreds. There must be hundreds in this envelope. I didn’t expect so much. I’m not even a professional… He just found me in the square, saw my drawing, and hired me on the spot. Does he think I’m really that good…?
“Listen,” he continues, dropping the subject. “I’ve been trying to figure it out for over a day… You seem very familiar to me. Have you ever been to Egypt?”
“Well, no. But… my father has.”
“And does he look like you?”
“No. Not really. But Egypt? Why Egypt?”
“Because that’s where I’m from.” He smiles and sips his tea before continuing. “I brought those artifacts here from my family’s home there. My ancestors served at least one of the pharaohs.”
“Really…?” He nods. “That’s incredible; to know something so amazing about your heritage.”
“I know much more…” His eyes become distant at those words. “But I can’t tell you.”
“That’s alright,” I offer with a smile. “We can talk about something else. How did you come here? By plane?”
“No, just a boat. I leave on it in two days, early in the morning.”
“Oh…” I’m not sure why, but it makes me sad. He’s leaving so soon, and I was really starting to like him. But perhaps it’s for the best…
“I would like to stay longer, but I have more artifacts to deliver, and other museums to visit to study theirs. I’m the eldest son in my family, so it’s my duty… I have to carry on everything that they’ve worked so hard to pass to me.”
“It must be hard.”
“No… not really. I enjoy it. It makes me feel more grounded, to have all this work to do and for it to be about my past. And it’s exciting and fun to travel all around the world.” Malik seems to be leaving the thoughts of whatever made him distant before, and I’m glad. He has such a nice smile… “Listen,” he continues, changing the subject again. “It’s getting late, and I’m hungry. What about you? Would you like to come and dine with me on my boat?”
“Well… sure, I’d love to.”
I look up and sigh, scanning the cars. As I continue to walk, a car pulls up beside me and slows.
“Bakura?” a voice calls from inside and I freeze in my steps, causing the driver to break suddenly. “Bakura?” it asks again.
“Y-yes…?”
“Malik sent us to escort you to the museum.” He opens the passenger door and steps out, gesturing to the rest of the car. It turns out, it’s not just a car at all. It’s a black limousine. I blink, clearing my head, and finally manage to nod at him. He opens the back door and I climb in.
~~~~~
My head hurts. I think I’ve been staring at these papers all day, and I haven’t been able to even focus on them.
“Master Malik,” one of my men interrupts.
“What is it?”
“Bakura, the boy you sent for… he’s here.”
“Good.” My head feels better, already. Something is actually going as planned. I wonder if he’ll let me watch him work…? I pass my man and head towards the museum entrance.
And there he is, emerging from the limo I sent. I don’t know why, but he reminds me of someone. He starts up the stairs, a soft smile gracing his lips, and comes to stand before me.
“I’m ready.”
“I’m glad you came.” He eyes the two men standing behind me on either side and I try to distract him. “The exhibits are on the fourth floor, in the Egyptian section. I’ll take you to them.” My men are freaking him out… I wonder why?
~~~~~
The elevator ride seems to take forever. I’m not sure I like these men with him. They give me the chills. But Malik himself seems nice enough, so maybe I’m just being foolish. As the doors open and we step out a woman rushes over to greet the white-haired patron.
“Wonderful!” she exclaims in a hushed voice. “The pieces you brought us this time are simply wonderful!” She stops to look at me and blink. In her excitement, it seems she completely missed that I was there.
“Naomi, this is Bakura,” Malik says, motioning to me with a graceful hand. He seems kind of humoured… but I don’t see why. “He’s here to do a few sketches on the new exhibits for me.
“Of course. We’ll give him access and let him work.”
“Well… I was actually going to ask him if he wouldn’t mind I join him.” He turns and looks at me, smiling. “I’m kind of curious to see these drawings, and it would be a good idea to stick around and show him what I want details on.”
~~~~~
At least Bakura doesn’t seem to be stuck-up, like most artists I’ve met. He agrees to let me watch with a small nod, hugging his case -that no doubt contains supplies- to his chest.
“Come on.” I smile at him and walk into the restricted area, giving the guards only a brief glance to make sure they saw it was I and not some thief or wayward browser. We arrive at the first of the items and he stares at it. The great necklace adorns a headless bust, beads shimmering brilliantly in the lighted case.
“It’s beautiful…” he comments aloud to himself. I just smirk at him and nod.
“This is from the Old Kingdom… about 2260 B.C. Things were pretty peaceful at that time. It’s also when they started building the pyramids… and of course the Sphinx.” As I study the jewelry for the millionth time, I tilt my head and think on it.
“It’s really that old…?” he whispers, looking closer.
“Yes. It is. It belonged to a pharaoh’s wife.” The look on his face… he’s really interested. And how well that expression becomes him… I catch myself staring and force my gaze away.
“You want me to draw this?” he asks with a smile, opening his case and kneeling down to set it on the ground.
“Yes… if you can.”
“Of course I can,” he chuckles, getting the needed equipment and standing again. “It will take a while to get the details, but I’ll do my best.”
He begins the drawing, and I lock my eyes on his hand as it moves with graceful sweeps to outline the shape. But as he begins the tedious work on the small nefer beads, I find myself watching his face. There’s something so silent and calm… and yet so sad and distant in his eyes. Just looking at him like this makes my heart ache for some reason…
~~~~~
The finishing touches are made, and after a good half an hour or more, it’s done. My eyes scan over it one last time to make sure I haven’t forgotten one detail, and then I present it to Malik.
“Is this alright?” I ask. But there’s something in his expression that makes me frown. “Malik…?”
“Oh… yes, yes it’s fine. Perfect, really.” He pauses, looking down at the paper again. “Where did you learn to draw?” It’s an honest question, but his voice betrays that there’s a true reason for it and that he knows what the answer is going to be, anyway.
“I didn’t. I mean… I just picked up a pencil one day and started drawing.”
“I see.” Pause. “Well, you have a lot of talent.”
“Thank you…” I know I’m blushing. It’s my nature, I suppose. He smiles a bit and turns, guiding the way.
“There are just a few more things…”
~~~~~
He finished the other drawings with ease, and they all were just as remarkable as the first. They seem more like photographs in black and white than drawings; every detail is there, and the realistic shading and shine… perfect. Now we sit at a café –the very one that I was searching for just yesterday- as I further examine the work.
“Are they alright?” His voice betrays his worry. Perhaps I’ve just been staring at them for too long.
“Oh, they’re all wonderful. I’ll be adding them to my files.” He smiles and nods for the millionth time, which has become a standard response. Or perhaps it already had been. Bakura strikes me as a quiet person, anyway. And shy, also. His hands haven’t ventured from their safe position in his lap save to pick up his cup of tea and sip at it from time to time, and he won’t allow himself to keep eye contact for very long. It’s kind of cute, though. Keeping that thought well to myself and wondering why it came to mind, I reach into my pocket and pull a thick envelope from it. Eyeing the contents briefly, I put it on the table in front of him. He stares at it, eyes wide at the thick layer of bills visible from the flap. “Your commission,” I offer. He’s speechless for a bit longer, then looks at me with a good amount of shock.
“Malik…” he begins in a whisper. “That’s too much…”
“Says who?” He blinks. Stares some more. “You accepted the job, performed it masterfully… and so I’m paying you what I think it was worth.” Still speechless, he tries to find something to say, again glancing down to the envelope and back up at me. “I don’t want to hear another word about it. Take it. You earned it.” His hand comes up from below the table and gently takes the money, then slides it across the table the rest of the way. Pulling it into both of his hands now, he holds it tighter.
“Thank you.”
~~~~~
Hundreds. There must be hundreds in this envelope. I didn’t expect so much. I’m not even a professional… He just found me in the square, saw my drawing, and hired me on the spot. Does he think I’m really that good…?
“Listen,” he continues, dropping the subject. “I’ve been trying to figure it out for over a day… You seem very familiar to me. Have you ever been to Egypt?”
“Well, no. But… my father has.”
“And does he look like you?”
“No. Not really. But Egypt? Why Egypt?”
“Because that’s where I’m from.” He smiles and sips his tea before continuing. “I brought those artifacts here from my family’s home there. My ancestors served at least one of the pharaohs.”
“Really…?” He nods. “That’s incredible; to know something so amazing about your heritage.”
“I know much more…” His eyes become distant at those words. “But I can’t tell you.”
“That’s alright,” I offer with a smile. “We can talk about something else. How did you come here? By plane?”
“No, just a boat. I leave on it in two days, early in the morning.”
“Oh…” I’m not sure why, but it makes me sad. He’s leaving so soon, and I was really starting to like him. But perhaps it’s for the best…
“I would like to stay longer, but I have more artifacts to deliver, and other museums to visit to study theirs. I’m the eldest son in my family, so it’s my duty… I have to carry on everything that they’ve worked so hard to pass to me.”
“It must be hard.”
“No… not really. I enjoy it. It makes me feel more grounded, to have all this work to do and for it to be about my past. And it’s exciting and fun to travel all around the world.” Malik seems to be leaving the thoughts of whatever made him distant before, and I’m glad. He has such a nice smile… “Listen,” he continues, changing the subject again. “It’s getting late, and I’m hungry. What about you? Would you like to come and dine with me on my boat?”
“Well… sure, I’d love to.”