Mela en’ Coiamin (Love of my Life)
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Chapter Four
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Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), AU (so no spoilers), maybe more…
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
General A/N: I’m still editing, been going kinda slow. I’m trying to decided what classes to take next semester so I’m more focused on that at the moment. Hopefully I’ll hurry up and update more. On with the story…
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Chapter Four
by Ravenx
A gentle breeze blows through the air causing dry brown and bright green leaves to fall from the tall trees to the cool ground. A tall sandy blonde stands with his arms wrapped around his thin frame, honey colored eyes looking everywhere but at the slightly taller brunette standing several feet away from him. The other’s arms are crossed over his leather-covered chest, the black trench coat with the white outline of a dragon on the back flying out behind his unmoving form. Dark blue eyes glance over at the sandy blonde, the figure clears his throat quietly.
“I thought you were waiting to talk to me?”
“I do.” Joey whispers.
“Then why are we not talking?” Seto leans back on the trunk of a large tree.
“For some reason I find it hard to speak with you.”
“Why?”
“You are very intimidating.” Joey casts a look at the brunette.
“Am I?”
“Uma.” Silence falls on the two figures for several minutes before Joey speaks again. “I am sorry for what I did to you the other day.”
“It is alright. You mainly just startled me. I did not know we were dealing with elementals, especially a naur one.”
“Did I burn you?”
“I was a little scorched but nothing of serious harm.”
“That is good.” Joey smiles.
“You are a very powerful elemental. How long have you been working on your ability?”
“About a hundred and fifty years.” More minutes pass in silence. “Do you have any family?”
“A brother.”
“Really? Older or younger?” Joey moves slightly closer to the other elf.
“Younger by almost three hundred years.”
“I once had a younger sister but she was killed by wolfhounds along with my parents a hundred years ago.”
“I am sorry. Our parents were killed by wolfhounds as well when my brother was just a young elfling. I had to raise him by myself.”
“That must have been hard.”
“Just a little. I had the others to help me.” Seto watches as Joey sits on a large tree root sticking out of the ground.
“They seem nice. At least from what I saw of them.”
“The same can be said for your friends.”
“Marik will not harm Malik will he? He seems to be very strong.”
“He will not, do not worry. Although he is strong he can be gentle when needed to be.”
“I just worry about Malik. He had a bad experience with a mori’quessir in the past.”
“What do you mean?” Seto steps away from the tree he is leaning on and walks to stand next to the sitting form of Joey.
“It is not my place to say. Perhaps he will tell you some time.” Joey’s honey colored eyes look at the brunette’s coat. “I really like your coat. The design is very well crafted.”
“Diola lle.”
“I have always thought dragons to be beautiful and intelligent.”
“Have you ever saw one?”
“N’uma. I have wished to but we are not allowed to venture near the Death Mountains and the dragons do not come near our lands.”
“Perhaps one day I can take you close enough to the Death Mountains to meet a dragon.”
“I wish we could.”
“Do you not think we can?” Seto questions, his ice blue eyes staring down at the sandy blonde.
“I think we can go to the edge of the Death Mountains but there is no promise we will see a dragon. They do not come out around other creatures.”
“They will come out if I ask them to. Especially Ohtar.”
“What are you talking about? And who is Ohtar?” Joey cocks his head to the side as he looks up at Seto.
“Ohtar is a blue eyes, white dragon. He has been a friend of mine since I was an elfling.”
“Mani? You are a sgiathatch tura(1)?” Joey’s honey colored eyes widen.
“Does that surprise you?” Seto smirks.
“Very much so. Sgiathatch turaea are very rare. It is said to take an elf of great intelligence, courage, and patience to master a beast as great and wild as a dragon.”
“Then I shall take that as a compliment.” Seto sits next to the sandy blonde on the tree root.
“Would it be too much trouble to go see this Ohtar?”
“Today we can not for I have already been to see him. He is to hunt and then he will sleep for the night.”
“Oh.” Joey’s voice is filled with disappointment.
“Perhaps tomorrow I can take you?”
“Really? I would greatly love that.” A broad smile breaks out on the sandy blonde’s face.
“I am glad.” Seto’s lips turn into a small smile as his ice blue eyes look out over the trees around them as the two fall into another silence.
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The bright sun shines down on two pale, white haired elves sitting on a high branch on a large tree. The bigger elf rests his back against the rough bark of the trunk, one leg dangling off the branch while the other is bent in front of him, his foot flat on the wide branch. The smaller elf sits just inches away from the other, both thin legs hanging off the branch, his hands folded neatly in his lap.
“Lle naa vanima.(2)” Bakura’s dark brown eyes look Ryou’s slim form up and down.
“Diola lle.” Ryou blushes, his head hanging down.
“Why do you sit so far from me?”
“I am not far from you.” Ryou lifts his white haired head to look at the other elf with confusion.
“If you are not within my arms than you are to far away.” Bakura smirks.
“How can you say things like that to me when you have not known me long?”
“It is just a feeling I have. Please come closer.”
“If I were any closer I would be on top of you.”
“That does not sound bad.” Bakura drops his bent leg to the other side of the branch so that he is straddling it, he pats the limb in between his legs. “Come and sit here.”
Rolling his eyes, Ryou moves to sit where Bakura patted, his back leaning against the other’s chest. Arms snake their way around his thin waist, lips begin to nibble on his long neck. He giggles as one of Bakura’s hands slip under his shirt to stroke the smooth skin of his stomach.
“I have never seen a creature as beautiful as you in all my life.” Bakura’s voice glides across Ryou’s skin causing him to shiver slightly.
“You are very kind.”
“I only tell the truth.” Bakura brushes Ryou’s hair over one of his shoulders to get better access to his neck.
“Why is it that you only wish to kiss me and not talk?”
“I do not know what to talk about.”
“Well, how long have you known your friends?” Ryou turns his head slightly to look at the other elf.
“Marik and I grew up together, we meet Yami and Seto about four hundred years ago. How about you and your friends?”
“We have known each other since we were elflings. We are always together. It did not surprise any of our kind when we all became elementals.”
“And I take it from how fast you were the other day and how easy it was for you to get up here that you are a vilya (3) elemental.”
“Yes.” Ryou snuggles back more into Bakura’s chest, turning slightly to face the other elf more.
“Do you have anyone special in your life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Does anyone have your heart?”
“No. Why? Do you wish to have it?” Ryou giggles as Bakura’s arms wrap tighter around him.
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I do not know. I do not even know you that well and you are already asking to have my heart. Is that not moving a little fast?”
“Very well. I shall be patient and wait for you to decide when it is the right time for me to have your heart.” Bakura kisses Ryou’s forehead.
“I suppose this means you do not have anyone special waiting for you.”
“That is correct.”
“Have you ever had anyone special?”
“Of course I have. I have not lived for over six hundred years and not had the pleasure of being with someone.”
“So you have been with many elves?”
“Actually I have only been with one but that is only because no other has really appealed to me. And the fact that others seem to be frightened of me slightly.” The taller white haired elf chuckles.
“May I ask what this elf was like?”
“Well, he is taller than me but not by much, he can be aggressive at times but sweet when the moment calls for it. He is my best friend in the entire world with pale blonde hair and dark violet eyes.”
“Marik?” Ryou gasps.
“Uma.”
“But you two are not together any more?”
“No. We were only together in the first place because we were tired of being alone. But we have not been together like that for decades. How about you? How many kalina’quessirea are lucky enough to say they have laid with you?”
“None.” Ryou mumbles.
“Mani?” Bakura’s eyes grow wide as he looks down at the smaller elf against him.
“I have not laid with anyone.”
“How old are you?”
“A hundred and ninety-five.” Ryou once again mumbles low.
“In all those years you have never laid with anyone?”
“How many times must I say no?” A blush raises on the smaller elf’s cheeks.
“I just can not believe a beauty like you is untouched. Have you just not found the right one yet?”
“I believe I have finally meet him.” Ryou whispers as he snuggles into Bakura’s chest deeper.
“Really? And would I know him?” A small grin spreads across the taller elf’s face.
“Perhaps.”
“Is he strong?”
“Yes.”
“Is he kind?”
“Yes.”
“Is he handsome?”
“I suppose.” Ryou giggles as long fingers begin to tickle his sides.
“What do you mean, ‘I suppose?’”
“Okay, okay. He is very handsome.” The smaller one gasps between giggles.
Bakura laughs as he stops tickling the other elf, his hands wrapping back around the slim body pulling it closer to him. Leaning his head down he kisses the tip of Ryou’s nose, his dark brown eyes watching the sunlight shine in the lighter brown orbs below him.
“I just can not get over your beauty, elle kua.(4)” One of his hands run down Ryou’s hip and down his thigh until he reaches the end of the flimsy, white fabric covering the small elf’s hips. Gently he moves his hand back up, this time under the cloth and along the smooth, bare leg.
“What are you doing?” Ryou’s eyes widen as the hand continues up, carrying the fabric with it. Quickly he clamps his hands down onto of the moving one under his clothing.
“I wish to have some fun. Do you not wish the same thing?”
“Yes but so soon?”
“I am moving too fast for you?”
“A little. Can we not become friends first?”
“We are not friends now?” Bakura questions, his hand remaining high on Ryou’s hip.
“Yes we are but we have just meet. Let us get to know each other better.” Ryou tucks his head between Bakura’s chin and chest, his hands moving to play with the loose black material of the other’s shirt.
“I think I can manage to wait a while.” Bakura removes his hand from the thin thigh to wrap back around the smaller elf’s waist, he smiles as they both look out through the tree branches.
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The bright blue sky slowly starts to turn pale orange as the sun moves lower in the sky. A shadow of a small elf runs across the ground, pale blonde hair flying out behind him. Finally the figure stops running, bending to rest his hands on his knees, his breathing coming out in pants.
“You are a fast elle kalina’quessir.” A voice pants behind the bending form causing the smaller elf to jump around.
“Can you not leave me alone, mori’quessir.” Malik hisses as he backs up slowly.
“I only wish to make sure you are alright.” Marik leans against the trunk of a large tree trying to catch his breath.
“I am fine so leave me alone.”
“Please, let us talk.”
“What could I possible want to talk to a mori’quessir about?”
“How about telling me why you seem to hate my kind so much?”
“That is none of your business.” Malik’s thin arms wrap around his sweating bare chest.
“I wish to be friends with you. I will not harm you.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“I do not know how to make you understand and believe me but I tell you the truth.” Marik takes a small step closer.
“Stop! I will never trust one of your kind, never again.” Tears start to fall down Malik’s pale cheeks, slowly he lowers himself down to sit on a short stump near him.
“Why do you cry?” Marik continues to slowly and quietly move across the half dead grass to the smaller pale blonde.
“I told you it is not your business.” Malik chokes back a sob.
“You said you trusted one of us before. What happened that made you hate our kind?” The tall pale blonde kneels down in front of the smaller elf.
“I…I will not tell you.”
“Please. You can tell me anything and it will not reach any other’s ears.”
“He…he said he would not harm me. He lied to me.” More tears trail down the pale cheeks of the little elf.
“Who lied to you?”
“I do not know his name but he was a mori’quessir.”
“What did he do to harm you?” Marik gently lays a large hand on Malik’s shaking knee.
“He asked me to show him to the river to the west. He said he was lost and could not find it. I thought I was helping him and led him there. Then he…he…”
“What did he do?”
“He pushed me to the ground and sat on top of me. He…he ripped my clothes from my body and…touched me all over. He then…”
“It is alright, you can tell me.”
“He entered my body without my permission. I screamed but no one was around to hear me. He continued to hold me down while he…he…”
“It is alright. You don’t have to say it. What happened when he was done?”
“He left me crying by the river. After I calmed down I ran back to the others and told them. But I made them promise not to tell anyone.”
“Why not?”
“If you can be banished for talking to one of your kind I did not want to know what they would do to me after having one inside of me.” Malik wipes a large tear from his eye, his head bowed low.
“Did you not have any family to talk to?”
“N’uma. My older sister disappeared when I was young. No one knows where she vanished to.”
“How long ago was the attach by the mori’quessir?” Marik quietly asks.
“A little less than a hundred years ago. Since then I have changed. Only my friends understand why. I do not let others get close to me, physically or mentally.”
“What did this mori’quessir look like?”
“I do not wish to relive any more of it. Please do not make me.” Malik starts to rock back and forth.
“It is alright.” Marik leans forward, wrapping his arms around the shaking elf’s boy and pulling him down slightly to hold him. “But if I know who it is perhaps I can do something to make you feel better.”
“What could you possibly do to make me feel better?” The smaller pale blonde glances up with tear streaked cheeks.
“I can hunt him down and kill him for you.”
“Mani? You would do that for me? But why? You do not even know me.”
“I wish to know you. I find myself yearning for those amazing violet eyes to look upon me at all times of the day. If killing the one who dared to touch you without your permission will make you happy then I will gladly do it. Tell me what he looked like.” Marik brushes back Malik’s pale blonde hair.
“He…he had long white hair that was very straight. He wore dark pink leather pants and a long sleeved matching shirt. But it is his eyes that I will always remember because there was…”
“Just one?”
“Yes! How did you know that?” Malik’s wide eyes look up into Marik’s sneering face.
“His name was Pegasus.”
“What do you mean was?”
“A couple decades ago he crossed my path. He acted like he was better than me and my friends. After several weeks of his babble I could take it no longer and challenged him to a fight. He was no match for me, I killed him easily.”
“You killed him?”
“Yes. So you have no reason to be frightened. None of our kind liked him, we are not like that. I would never do that to you without your permission.”
“But you wish to?”
“I will not lie and tell you I do not wish to be with you because I do. But I will wait as long as it is necessary for you to become comfortable around me.”
“I do not know if I can.”
“You are off to a good start.” Marik motions to their positions, both of them on their knees on the soft ground with their arms around each other.
“I did not realize. Amin hiraetha.” Malik starts to pull back but Marik holds him firmly in place.
“Do not be sorry. You do not feel threatened by me, do you?”
“I…no I do not.” Light brown eyes widened in shock. “I do not understand why.”
“Perhaps your heart is telling you that I will not harm you. Now all you have to do is wait for your mind to say the same thing.”
“Do you really think that?”
“Uma.”
“Then I can try and make friends with you.”
“And my friends?”
“If my friends like them then I shall give them the same opportunity I will you.” Malik blushes as he wipes his hands over his face. “I can not believe I cried in front of a mori’quessir.”
“Why do you not call me my name?”
“Alright, Marik.” The smaller elf smiles as he stands up slowly.
“I like how you say my name, ai arda tura.(5)” Marik stands up, brushing the dirt from his leather clad knees.
“Do not call me that.” Malik giggles.
The two smile at each other as the sun sets in the far off sky, the night around them engulfing their warm bodies. Owls hoot up at the star filled heavens as the moon shines brightly down to cast eerie shadows over the tree filled land. A howl in the distance causes the smaller pale blonde to step tentatively closer to the taller elf as the two look up into the dark sky, watching clouds drift across the large moon.
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Translations:
(1) sgiathatch tura – dragon master
(2) Lle naa vanima. – You are beautiful.
(3) vilya – air
(4) elle kua – little dove
(5) ai arda tura – small earth master
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), AU (so no spoilers), maybe more…
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
General A/N: I’m still editing, been going kinda slow. I’m trying to decided what classes to take next semester so I’m more focused on that at the moment. Hopefully I’ll hurry up and update more. On with the story…
Chapter Four
by Ravenx
A gentle breeze blows through the air causing dry brown and bright green leaves to fall from the tall trees to the cool ground. A tall sandy blonde stands with his arms wrapped around his thin frame, honey colored eyes looking everywhere but at the slightly taller brunette standing several feet away from him. The other’s arms are crossed over his leather-covered chest, the black trench coat with the white outline of a dragon on the back flying out behind his unmoving form. Dark blue eyes glance over at the sandy blonde, the figure clears his throat quietly.
“I thought you were waiting to talk to me?”
“I do.” Joey whispers.
“Then why are we not talking?” Seto leans back on the trunk of a large tree.
“For some reason I find it hard to speak with you.”
“Why?”
“You are very intimidating.” Joey casts a look at the brunette.
“Am I?”
“Uma.” Silence falls on the two figures for several minutes before Joey speaks again. “I am sorry for what I did to you the other day.”
“It is alright. You mainly just startled me. I did not know we were dealing with elementals, especially a naur one.”
“Did I burn you?”
“I was a little scorched but nothing of serious harm.”
“That is good.” Joey smiles.
“You are a very powerful elemental. How long have you been working on your ability?”
“About a hundred and fifty years.” More minutes pass in silence. “Do you have any family?”
“A brother.”
“Really? Older or younger?” Joey moves slightly closer to the other elf.
“Younger by almost three hundred years.”
“I once had a younger sister but she was killed by wolfhounds along with my parents a hundred years ago.”
“I am sorry. Our parents were killed by wolfhounds as well when my brother was just a young elfling. I had to raise him by myself.”
“That must have been hard.”
“Just a little. I had the others to help me.” Seto watches as Joey sits on a large tree root sticking out of the ground.
“They seem nice. At least from what I saw of them.”
“The same can be said for your friends.”
“Marik will not harm Malik will he? He seems to be very strong.”
“He will not, do not worry. Although he is strong he can be gentle when needed to be.”
“I just worry about Malik. He had a bad experience with a mori’quessir in the past.”
“What do you mean?” Seto steps away from the tree he is leaning on and walks to stand next to the sitting form of Joey.
“It is not my place to say. Perhaps he will tell you some time.” Joey’s honey colored eyes look at the brunette’s coat. “I really like your coat. The design is very well crafted.”
“Diola lle.”
“I have always thought dragons to be beautiful and intelligent.”
“Have you ever saw one?”
“N’uma. I have wished to but we are not allowed to venture near the Death Mountains and the dragons do not come near our lands.”
“Perhaps one day I can take you close enough to the Death Mountains to meet a dragon.”
“I wish we could.”
“Do you not think we can?” Seto questions, his ice blue eyes staring down at the sandy blonde.
“I think we can go to the edge of the Death Mountains but there is no promise we will see a dragon. They do not come out around other creatures.”
“They will come out if I ask them to. Especially Ohtar.”
“What are you talking about? And who is Ohtar?” Joey cocks his head to the side as he looks up at Seto.
“Ohtar is a blue eyes, white dragon. He has been a friend of mine since I was an elfling.”
“Mani? You are a sgiathatch tura(1)?” Joey’s honey colored eyes widen.
“Does that surprise you?” Seto smirks.
“Very much so. Sgiathatch turaea are very rare. It is said to take an elf of great intelligence, courage, and patience to master a beast as great and wild as a dragon.”
“Then I shall take that as a compliment.” Seto sits next to the sandy blonde on the tree root.
“Would it be too much trouble to go see this Ohtar?”
“Today we can not for I have already been to see him. He is to hunt and then he will sleep for the night.”
“Oh.” Joey’s voice is filled with disappointment.
“Perhaps tomorrow I can take you?”
“Really? I would greatly love that.” A broad smile breaks out on the sandy blonde’s face.
“I am glad.” Seto’s lips turn into a small smile as his ice blue eyes look out over the trees around them as the two fall into another silence.
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The bright sun shines down on two pale, white haired elves sitting on a high branch on a large tree. The bigger elf rests his back against the rough bark of the trunk, one leg dangling off the branch while the other is bent in front of him, his foot flat on the wide branch. The smaller elf sits just inches away from the other, both thin legs hanging off the branch, his hands folded neatly in his lap.
“Lle naa vanima.(2)” Bakura’s dark brown eyes look Ryou’s slim form up and down.
“Diola lle.” Ryou blushes, his head hanging down.
“Why do you sit so far from me?”
“I am not far from you.” Ryou lifts his white haired head to look at the other elf with confusion.
“If you are not within my arms than you are to far away.” Bakura smirks.
“How can you say things like that to me when you have not known me long?”
“It is just a feeling I have. Please come closer.”
“If I were any closer I would be on top of you.”
“That does not sound bad.” Bakura drops his bent leg to the other side of the branch so that he is straddling it, he pats the limb in between his legs. “Come and sit here.”
Rolling his eyes, Ryou moves to sit where Bakura patted, his back leaning against the other’s chest. Arms snake their way around his thin waist, lips begin to nibble on his long neck. He giggles as one of Bakura’s hands slip under his shirt to stroke the smooth skin of his stomach.
“I have never seen a creature as beautiful as you in all my life.” Bakura’s voice glides across Ryou’s skin causing him to shiver slightly.
“You are very kind.”
“I only tell the truth.” Bakura brushes Ryou’s hair over one of his shoulders to get better access to his neck.
“Why is it that you only wish to kiss me and not talk?”
“I do not know what to talk about.”
“Well, how long have you known your friends?” Ryou turns his head slightly to look at the other elf.
“Marik and I grew up together, we meet Yami and Seto about four hundred years ago. How about you and your friends?”
“We have known each other since we were elflings. We are always together. It did not surprise any of our kind when we all became elementals.”
“And I take it from how fast you were the other day and how easy it was for you to get up here that you are a vilya (3) elemental.”
“Yes.” Ryou snuggles back more into Bakura’s chest, turning slightly to face the other elf more.
“Do you have anyone special in your life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Does anyone have your heart?”
“No. Why? Do you wish to have it?” Ryou giggles as Bakura’s arms wrap tighter around him.
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I do not know. I do not even know you that well and you are already asking to have my heart. Is that not moving a little fast?”
“Very well. I shall be patient and wait for you to decide when it is the right time for me to have your heart.” Bakura kisses Ryou’s forehead.
“I suppose this means you do not have anyone special waiting for you.”
“That is correct.”
“Have you ever had anyone special?”
“Of course I have. I have not lived for over six hundred years and not had the pleasure of being with someone.”
“So you have been with many elves?”
“Actually I have only been with one but that is only because no other has really appealed to me. And the fact that others seem to be frightened of me slightly.” The taller white haired elf chuckles.
“May I ask what this elf was like?”
“Well, he is taller than me but not by much, he can be aggressive at times but sweet when the moment calls for it. He is my best friend in the entire world with pale blonde hair and dark violet eyes.”
“Marik?” Ryou gasps.
“Uma.”
“But you two are not together any more?”
“No. We were only together in the first place because we were tired of being alone. But we have not been together like that for decades. How about you? How many kalina’quessirea are lucky enough to say they have laid with you?”
“None.” Ryou mumbles.
“Mani?” Bakura’s eyes grow wide as he looks down at the smaller elf against him.
“I have not laid with anyone.”
“How old are you?”
“A hundred and ninety-five.” Ryou once again mumbles low.
“In all those years you have never laid with anyone?”
“How many times must I say no?” A blush raises on the smaller elf’s cheeks.
“I just can not believe a beauty like you is untouched. Have you just not found the right one yet?”
“I believe I have finally meet him.” Ryou whispers as he snuggles into Bakura’s chest deeper.
“Really? And would I know him?” A small grin spreads across the taller elf’s face.
“Perhaps.”
“Is he strong?”
“Yes.”
“Is he kind?”
“Yes.”
“Is he handsome?”
“I suppose.” Ryou giggles as long fingers begin to tickle his sides.
“What do you mean, ‘I suppose?’”
“Okay, okay. He is very handsome.” The smaller one gasps between giggles.
Bakura laughs as he stops tickling the other elf, his hands wrapping back around the slim body pulling it closer to him. Leaning his head down he kisses the tip of Ryou’s nose, his dark brown eyes watching the sunlight shine in the lighter brown orbs below him.
“I just can not get over your beauty, elle kua.(4)” One of his hands run down Ryou’s hip and down his thigh until he reaches the end of the flimsy, white fabric covering the small elf’s hips. Gently he moves his hand back up, this time under the cloth and along the smooth, bare leg.
“What are you doing?” Ryou’s eyes widen as the hand continues up, carrying the fabric with it. Quickly he clamps his hands down onto of the moving one under his clothing.
“I wish to have some fun. Do you not wish the same thing?”
“Yes but so soon?”
“I am moving too fast for you?”
“A little. Can we not become friends first?”
“We are not friends now?” Bakura questions, his hand remaining high on Ryou’s hip.
“Yes we are but we have just meet. Let us get to know each other better.” Ryou tucks his head between Bakura’s chin and chest, his hands moving to play with the loose black material of the other’s shirt.
“I think I can manage to wait a while.” Bakura removes his hand from the thin thigh to wrap back around the smaller elf’s waist, he smiles as they both look out through the tree branches.
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The bright blue sky slowly starts to turn pale orange as the sun moves lower in the sky. A shadow of a small elf runs across the ground, pale blonde hair flying out behind him. Finally the figure stops running, bending to rest his hands on his knees, his breathing coming out in pants.
“You are a fast elle kalina’quessir.” A voice pants behind the bending form causing the smaller elf to jump around.
“Can you not leave me alone, mori’quessir.” Malik hisses as he backs up slowly.
“I only wish to make sure you are alright.” Marik leans against the trunk of a large tree trying to catch his breath.
“I am fine so leave me alone.”
“Please, let us talk.”
“What could I possible want to talk to a mori’quessir about?”
“How about telling me why you seem to hate my kind so much?”
“That is none of your business.” Malik’s thin arms wrap around his sweating bare chest.
“I wish to be friends with you. I will not harm you.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“I do not know how to make you understand and believe me but I tell you the truth.” Marik takes a small step closer.
“Stop! I will never trust one of your kind, never again.” Tears start to fall down Malik’s pale cheeks, slowly he lowers himself down to sit on a short stump near him.
“Why do you cry?” Marik continues to slowly and quietly move across the half dead grass to the smaller pale blonde.
“I told you it is not your business.” Malik chokes back a sob.
“You said you trusted one of us before. What happened that made you hate our kind?” The tall pale blonde kneels down in front of the smaller elf.
“I…I will not tell you.”
“Please. You can tell me anything and it will not reach any other’s ears.”
“He…he said he would not harm me. He lied to me.” More tears trail down the pale cheeks of the little elf.
“Who lied to you?”
“I do not know his name but he was a mori’quessir.”
“What did he do to harm you?” Marik gently lays a large hand on Malik’s shaking knee.
“He asked me to show him to the river to the west. He said he was lost and could not find it. I thought I was helping him and led him there. Then he…he…”
“What did he do?”
“He pushed me to the ground and sat on top of me. He…he ripped my clothes from my body and…touched me all over. He then…”
“It is alright, you can tell me.”
“He entered my body without my permission. I screamed but no one was around to hear me. He continued to hold me down while he…he…”
“It is alright. You don’t have to say it. What happened when he was done?”
“He left me crying by the river. After I calmed down I ran back to the others and told them. But I made them promise not to tell anyone.”
“Why not?”
“If you can be banished for talking to one of your kind I did not want to know what they would do to me after having one inside of me.” Malik wipes a large tear from his eye, his head bowed low.
“Did you not have any family to talk to?”
“N’uma. My older sister disappeared when I was young. No one knows where she vanished to.”
“How long ago was the attach by the mori’quessir?” Marik quietly asks.
“A little less than a hundred years ago. Since then I have changed. Only my friends understand why. I do not let others get close to me, physically or mentally.”
“What did this mori’quessir look like?”
“I do not wish to relive any more of it. Please do not make me.” Malik starts to rock back and forth.
“It is alright.” Marik leans forward, wrapping his arms around the shaking elf’s boy and pulling him down slightly to hold him. “But if I know who it is perhaps I can do something to make you feel better.”
“What could you possibly do to make me feel better?” The smaller pale blonde glances up with tear streaked cheeks.
“I can hunt him down and kill him for you.”
“Mani? You would do that for me? But why? You do not even know me.”
“I wish to know you. I find myself yearning for those amazing violet eyes to look upon me at all times of the day. If killing the one who dared to touch you without your permission will make you happy then I will gladly do it. Tell me what he looked like.” Marik brushes back Malik’s pale blonde hair.
“He…he had long white hair that was very straight. He wore dark pink leather pants and a long sleeved matching shirt. But it is his eyes that I will always remember because there was…”
“Just one?”
“Yes! How did you know that?” Malik’s wide eyes look up into Marik’s sneering face.
“His name was Pegasus.”
“What do you mean was?”
“A couple decades ago he crossed my path. He acted like he was better than me and my friends. After several weeks of his babble I could take it no longer and challenged him to a fight. He was no match for me, I killed him easily.”
“You killed him?”
“Yes. So you have no reason to be frightened. None of our kind liked him, we are not like that. I would never do that to you without your permission.”
“But you wish to?”
“I will not lie and tell you I do not wish to be with you because I do. But I will wait as long as it is necessary for you to become comfortable around me.”
“I do not know if I can.”
“You are off to a good start.” Marik motions to their positions, both of them on their knees on the soft ground with their arms around each other.
“I did not realize. Amin hiraetha.” Malik starts to pull back but Marik holds him firmly in place.
“Do not be sorry. You do not feel threatened by me, do you?”
“I…no I do not.” Light brown eyes widened in shock. “I do not understand why.”
“Perhaps your heart is telling you that I will not harm you. Now all you have to do is wait for your mind to say the same thing.”
“Do you really think that?”
“Uma.”
“Then I can try and make friends with you.”
“And my friends?”
“If my friends like them then I shall give them the same opportunity I will you.” Malik blushes as he wipes his hands over his face. “I can not believe I cried in front of a mori’quessir.”
“Why do you not call me my name?”
“Alright, Marik.” The smaller elf smiles as he stands up slowly.
“I like how you say my name, ai arda tura.(5)” Marik stands up, brushing the dirt from his leather clad knees.
“Do not call me that.” Malik giggles.
The two smile at each other as the sun sets in the far off sky, the night around them engulfing their warm bodies. Owls hoot up at the star filled heavens as the moon shines brightly down to cast eerie shadows over the tree filled land. A howl in the distance causes the smaller pale blonde to step tentatively closer to the taller elf as the two look up into the dark sky, watching clouds drift across the large moon.
TBC
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Translations:
(1) sgiathatch tura – dragon master
(2) Lle naa vanima. – You are beautiful.
(3) vilya – air
(4) elle kua – little dove
(5) ai arda tura – small earth master
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