Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Your Love ❯ Nightmare ( Chapter 1 )

Hi this is my first story for MediaMiner.org so please go easy, although it is not my first fanfic by far, visit www.fanfiction.net/~anaikosaki for my other stories. This is like a strange story I'm composing on the spot so here it goes, hope you like.

 

May be Yaoi in later chapters, some language, kind of angsty but also fluff, WAFF and Shonen-Ai!

 

Disclaimer: P.S I do not own Yugioh or any of the aforementioned characters appearing in this story.

 

Nightmare

 

Bakura stood in the centre of the room. The glow of the candles cast a warm hue across the hieroglyphs, and bathed him in a somewhat ethereal light. His cerulean eyes scanned the beautiful words silently, taking in each gentle curve and picture on the stone walls.

 

Light danced in his eyes as he translated the message, a small smirk playing on his features. The black circle that surrounded him seemed to encase him from the rest of the room. How he longed to touch those marvellous warm stone walls, gasp as he was taken back to his old home.

 

He took a cautious step forwards inside the circle then stopped suddenly, not perfectly acquainted with his surroundings yet. But then his eyes set on the magnificent symbols, and they seemed to draw him towards the wall. He took another step, so he was standing before the rim of the circle. He dared not take a step over the line. It seemed wrong. To touch the beautiful words seemed sacrilegious in itself.

 

He went over the soothing piece of poetry in his mind. He remembered his mother singing to him vaguely. Her sweet voice lulling him into a sound sleep, her gentle words imprinting themselves in his mind. And here they were, inscribed so beautifully on the pyramid wall. So true, that he could almost hear his mother's sweet singing coursing through him once more.

 

He cleared his head. He had to see this inscription up close, to remind him, just so he could see. His heartbeat risen slightly, he inhaled sharply and stepped quickly over the curved black line. His eyes were tight shut and he found himself to be trembling. Shakily, he opened his eyes, to find himself exactly where he'd been before, only a few centimetres away. He breathed in the musky scent of the pyramid, the warm smell of sand lacing the air.

 

He calmed himself, telling himself there was nothing to be afraid of. Reaching out cautiously, his fingertips brushed the worded carvings on the wall and a small shiver ran down his spine. He found himself whispering the words gently in Egyptian, the language he had seemed to have forgotten so very quickly. He finished the poem aloud and sighed in relief.

 

Then it happened. A faint rumble at the ceiling of the pyramid. Bakura's head snapped upwards and what he saw made his heart rocket, panic starting to course through his veins. Thin veils of sand leaked through cracks in the ceiling, the rumbling became louder ever vigilantly.

 

The sand started to come down heavier, the rumbling getting louder. The dry substance pooled around his legs, quickly rising as the sand tumbled down in piles, making to envelop him in its heat. The grains were rubbing against his knees now, and Bakura struggled to wade through the thick of it to the doorway.

 

His heartbeat started pounding, and a whooshing sound was screaming in his ears. The faint rumbling had fast become a roar, and the cracks in the ceiling opened to reveal large holes, the sand flooding in like dry water. Bakura jumped up, scrabbling at the ceiling with his hands, but it was no use. The sand was making his fingers slip, and when he fell back down, he was waist deep in it.

 

He thought of his mother. He wanted to escape. What was happening to him? Who would preserve the beautiful poem?

 

The floor started to shake, and the sand now poured in, rising visibly in inches. It piled rapidly up to his neck, and Bakura had to tilt his head to keep himself oxygenated. Roaring and Screaming drowned out his thoughts, and the sand just kept raining down, now up to his nose. Sand leaked into his mouth, and he inhaled it in, struggling to breathe. It was slowly choking him. Then his breathing instruments were covered and he was up to his eyes in it, the grains stinging his beautiful cerulean orbs.

 

It piled up to his brow in a matter of minutes, and he could not see for the grains stinging his eyes. He thrashed about, trying to escape. The screaming raged in his ears, and he opened his mouth for one steady breath and

 

`MOTHER!!!' Bakura sat up and screamed the word, the fresh cold air hitting his face like a gale.

 

`Bakura? What's wrong?' Ryou rushed in, and Bakura was shaking still. He was covered in sweat, and he looked about frantically, not quite knowing where he was. His breathing was erratic, and he was panicking, ragged chokes coming out of his throat. Ryou rushed over to him and wrapped his arms around the trembling form and soothed him with his soft voice, Bakura clinging onto him like a lifeline. Ryou waited until his Yami stopped shaking then broke apart, cupping Bakura's face in his hands and staring intently into his beautiful eyes.

 

`Ryou…' Bakura whispered, and grasped his hands, realising who his hikari was.

 

`Bakura? You were having a nightmare, you are OK now. Just calm down and breathe slowly. Deep breaths now.' Ryou demonstrated inhaling and exhaling and Bakura copied him, and it slowly began to calm him. Ryou smiled encouragingly and Bakura, after a while, managed to regain his composure.

 

`Are you OK now?' Ryou asked caringly, his warm hands caressing Bakura's cheeks. Bakura nodded, but when Ryou made to leave Bakura's arm whipped out and stopped him, whimpering in protest.

 

 

`No… Don't… I'm… I'm scared.' He admitted, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. Ryou smiled warmly and went back to Bakura, clambering onto bed with him and lying down under the covers, tugging at his Yami gently. Bakura turned on his side and looked at Ryou, his hikari's chocolate eyes seemingly gazing directly into his soul.

 

`Hold me… Ryou.' He whispered, embarrassed.

 

Ryou blushed and moved closer to Bakura, wrapping him once more in his warm arms. Bakura smiled and buried himself within his hikari's embrace, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

 

`Goodnight my sweet Yami… Sleep well…' Ryou muttered peacefully, before kissing Bakura's forehead and closing his eyes for the night.

 

 

 

 

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