To Lose the Light

Hime: Hey, we flipped a coin, and we muses won the right to introduce this chapter.

Demi: And I get to help.

Trouble: Beat it, nuisance, before I make mincemeat out of you. *Demi slinks off, then reappears a moment later behind Trouble. He rubs up against her, and is rewarded for his trouble with a scratched nose.

Demi: Ow. That wasn’t nice.

Hime: Really, can’t you leave him alone for a moment?

Trouble: How about I sharpen my claws on your ears, Snowball. *Hime lunges at Trouble, and the two are soon engaged in a rather vicious catfight.

Demi: While they’re busy, here are some notes Mistress left.

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Kenz: Good for you. I hope you have more luck then I did at learning Japanese.

Kat1123: She either didn’t know, or wasn’t paying attention. It wouldn’t be fun to give it away that easily.

Muffin: That’s okay. They’re going up a bit fast for a review every chapter anyway. Umm, I don’t think I’m quite up to that. If someone else feels like writing one, I’d be more then happy to fit it in, but I’ve already got more in here, (and planned) then I’ve written in… ever.

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Trouble and Hime reappear, both studiously ignoring the other. Hime has a few scars, and Trouble seems to be limping slightly.

Hime: Alright. Now that I’m done teaching that heathen a lesson.

Trouble: Who you calling a heathen, bitch? *This starts another battle.

Demi: *sighs Just read. They maybe done by the end.

Warning: Lemons ahead.

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“Mister Kaiba?” Kaiba’s secretary stood in the doorway. “You called?”

Kaiba stood in front of the window, staring down at the city streets below. He turned suddenly, and threw something at the secretary. She caught it expertly, not even surprised.

“Find someone to translate that.” He ordered. The woman pressed the button on the tiny recorder, and listened to the voice.

“Spanish. There’s a boy down in shipping…”

“See to it. If he can translate it, give him a bonus.”

That made the secretary blink. A bonus for such a simple thing? Maybe those new companions of his were wearing off on him.

Kaiba turned and realized she still stood in the door. “What are you still doing here?” He demanded. “I don’t pay you to stand around.” The woman bowed and hurried from the room.

Kaiba turned back toward the window. Ever since Yami had asked for his help finding Yugi, Kaiba had been feeling… lost, for lack of a better word. There seemed to be something missing.

But that wasn’t quite right, either. It was as if something had always been missing, but he had just noticed it now.

He shook his head. If he kept this up, before long he’d be as nutty as Yugi, probably with his own alter ego.

He sat down at his desk and began to review the monthly costs.

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“Come on. I want to be out of here within the hour.” Aila strolled through the camp, watching as tents were pulled sown, and bedding packed up. She stopped in front of one nearly packed tent, and spoke to the girl who was packing it. She looked over at The three, and then nodded. Aila moved on, and the girl finished her task, then stood up to walk over.

“I will help you.” She offered, then ducked into the tent. She reappeared a moment later.

“This will not take long. Two of you can go help with the food supplies.” She suggested. Malik and Yugi shrugged, and started off in the direction she indicated.

Ryou smiled shyly at the girl. She wasn’t especially pretty, with mousy uncontrollable hair and perhaps a bit too much weight to be called voluptuous, but she seemed friendly enough, and when she smiled back at him… Her eyes, a velvety dark brown, lit up, turning plain features into something more.

“I am Michelle.” She told him, as she stepped back and pulled on a vine rope. The tent, made of huge leaves that had been sewn together, then covered with a waterproof material, collapsed obediently, and she started to fold it up. Ryou hurried to help.

“I’m Ryou.” He replied. “You speak Japanese very well.” She laughed.

“There are no language barriers here. It’s part of the spell surrounding the island. We can see each other, speak to each other. If physical souls, those still inhabiting a body, come to the island, they can neither see nor hear us. Or, so we’ve been told. There’s never been an opportunity to test the theory.”

They finished folding the tent, and Michelle took a quick look around.

“They’ll still be busy for a while. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him into the jungle, down a path so faint that Ryou wondered if there really was one.

The path opened out quite suddenly, showing a small river that fell over three small waterfalls, to land in a deep pool.

“This is my secret place. No one else knows about it.” She dove in. Ryou followed somewhat more cautiously. He was about waist deep when Michelle appeared next to him and splashed him. She shrieked in mock fear as Ryou lunged at her, all previous shyness forgotten. He caught her and their water carried them under the water. When they reappeared, their lips were locked in a heated kiss. They finally broke apart, and Michelle looked up at Ryou, suddenly nervous.
“I’ve never…” She began.
“Shh, it’s all right.” He kissed her again as he thought back, trying to recall all the tricks Bakura used on him. Of course, this was quite different, but they could probably be adapted.

His mouth left hers, and he began to kiss his way down her body, nipping gently. His hands loosened the ties of her bathing suit, and roamed over the smooth skin until they reached her breast. He began teasing the nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She let her head fall back and moaned, as the fleshy peaks hardened. Her hands began to roam as well, dropping lower until they encountered his bulge. She gasped in sudden fear, and started to pull away.

“It’s all right.” Ryou assured her. “It won’t bite.”

Michelle reached down again, rubbing his erection through the shorts. Ryou growled in desire.

His reaction surprised him. Was this what Bakura felt, when he hunted Ryou through the maze? This animalistic need to fuck his partner senseless? It was frightening, yet at the same time, intoxicating.

Ryou lifted Michelle out of the water, onto the grassy bank. He was surprised for a moment that he could carry her so easily.

“Ryou.” She moaned. “God, don’t stop.” All other thoughts fled his mind. He nuzzled her breasts, nipping and suckling, then let his hand fall lower, to search between her legs. She arched into him as his hand found her nub, and he began to rub with his thumb while his finger found her entrance, slipping in. For a moment he wondered where the bathing suit had gone, then realized it didn’t really matter.

He removed his hand from her, and Michelle cried out in protest, but it was quickly replaced with his mouth. Ryou kissed the mass of curly hair, then tentatively touched her nub with his tongue. Michelle gasped. Ryou smiled, then continued, nibbling and sucking.

She tasted sweet, a major change from Bakura’s musky male taste. Not that Bakura was worse, only… different.

Then Michelle came suddenly, and Ryou moved back, surprised. Then he grinned, and moved up, positioning himself. He rubbed back and forth between her lips, getting her worked up again, and making sure he was well covered in her juices.

Then, without warning, he dove in, breaking her maidenhead in one surge. Michelle gasped in sudden pain and tears sprung to her eyes.

Ryou kissed the tears away, holding still inside her, allowing her to adjust to him. After a few moment, she began to shift, and Ryou slowly began to stroke. Now he could see what made this so attractive to Bakura. Being sheathed in Michelle’s warmth felt like heaven.

A few more strokes brought them both to the edge again, and Ryou called out her name, heard his own name called out in return. He collapsed beside her, breathing hard. They exchanged smiles, then both drifted off to sleep, then sun drifting through the leaves to make strange patterns on their naked bodies.

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“Where’s Ryou? Yugi asked Malik, looking around. They hadn’t seen the white-haired boy since that girl had sent them away. Malik grinned.

“He’s probably off getting some.” Yugi blushed. Malik grinned at his reaction.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never…” The blush deepened. Malik hooted with laughter. “Where have you been living, under a rock?”

“It just never came up. What’s the big deal?”

“You’ll see, when it happens. Marik’s a pro, and he hasn’t been shy about sharing his knowledge.”

Just then, a young girl, barely ten, ran into the clearing.

“We’re under attack!” An arrow flew through the air to hit the ground not a foot from the girl. She jumped aside and ran to a spot where weapons of various styles were piled.

Aila appeared beside them, suddenly. She held a pair of knives and a club. She handed the club to Yugi and the knives to Malik.

“And don’t be afraid to use them.” She hissed. “They aren’t.” Then she disappeared, and Yugi and Malik were alone.

A pair of boys, both much bigger then Yugi, attacked them, and Yugi and Malik were separated. Then Aila was there, drawing the boys’ attention away.

Yugi spotted Malik, but before he could do anything, a hand clamped over his mouth and he was pulled away from the fiasco.

“Hush, Princeling.” Taryn ordered, removing her hand. Yugi stared at her. The dark had hidden her the night before, but now… She was gorgeous. Her long lavender hair was braided back, and her eyes, dark violet, seemed deep enough to drown in. Shaking his head, Yugi forced himself back to reality.

“Why did you call me that?” He whispered. Taryn shrugged.

“It fits you.” She answered, then darted away through the trees. Yugi glanced back, then followed, hoping that Malik was all right.

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D’Ceandre: *Sits crosslegged and finishes wrapping a bandage around Trouble’s leg. Is it just me, or was the first one better.

Trouble: Who cares? When I get my paws on that… Hey! *Her complaints are muffled as she is stuffed into a cat cage.

D’Ceandre: Behave for a while.

Next time: Of fighting spirits, quarrelling yami and one very pissed Pharaoh.

Oh, and sorry for not updating sooner. We had a storm here and it was playing havok with my connection.