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Sands of Time chapter 8

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Author’s note: In which I’m playing the Mamma Mia soundtrack while update my blog because I’m feeling nostalgic. Also in which I play around with a snippet that I curiously find one of the funniest in Season 1. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea!

***The reason to change***

It was only for the fact that Akefia’s mood was much better thanks to Elena’s return that he didn’t reach for the knife hidden in his pocket and murder one or more of the Pharaoh’s entourage. Since Ryou was their friend, Yugi had invited them to tag along. Now they were stuck wondering around, aimlessly looking for the blond boy, Joey, who had gone ahead on his own and disappeared. Seeing a cave up ahead he took the lead, silently guiding the rest of the group towards it.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Tristan asked suspiciously. No matter what Ryou had said, he had a hard time trusting the guy.

“You found your friend’s wallet nearby, didn’t you?” Akefia asked, showing said object that he had snatched from Tristan’s pocket. “The only footprints around here lead to the cave.”

“What footprints?” Tristan insisted, annoyed at having his pockets picked. Akefia shrugged.

“Thief King,” he said as if that was explanation enough. Ryou followed silently his Yami, knowing that his friends would follow. The Thief was not an easy person to be around and the white-haired boy often wondered why didn’t his gruff manner put him off as it did anyone else. He reasoned it had to do with the fact that the Thief had practically raised him after his mother and Amane had died.

Like I told Elena once, you are too soft-hearted Landlord. His Yami’s voice echoed in his head suddenly. There’s no other explanation to it.

 

The cave was lighted ominously by candles inside human skulls. While the teens looked around nervously Akefia smirked and led Elena, holding her hand. Neither of them was unnerved; having lived in a village filled with restless souls tended to make you immune on these things. Elena had been taking in everything in her usual calm way. The only way to notice her quiet happiness was to pay attention to the way her face lighted every time she turned to Akefia, and that was quiet often.

“What’s up with those coffins?” Tea, the girl of the group suddenly asked as two coffins came to view. She and Ryou wondered over to them.

“Beats me,” Ryou said. “Who would leave them just standing here?”

“I wouldn’t touch those,” Yugi cautioned them and the Thief King couldn’t help but approve. Then roll his eyes as the coffins opened to reveal two skeletons. Moving closer to his hikari, he grabbed the boy and shook the skeleton of him.

“For someone playing with an Occult deck, you sure get scared easily Landlord,” he remarked, getting a sheepish smile as a response from the boy.

“Maybe you should take the lead Yami Bakura,” Yugi offered. The older white-haired man made him uneasy but if Ryou was willing to trust him, then so would Yugi. With a grunt the Thief pulled the Millennium Ring from under his shirt and walked ahead, once again holding Elena’s hand. The things he did for his hikari…

 

Sands of Time chapter 7

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Author’s note: A direct continuation from last week since it would have been cruel to just leave everything hanging… And for the record: I know that the implication on the song lyrics I’m using as title here is not the one I’m going with. Just roll with it.

***Deep inside, you cry cry cry/ Don’t let your hopes, die die die***

After so long in the shadows even the soft glow of the stars seemed foreign to her. Blinking, trying to adjust her eyes, she became slowly aware of her surroundings. There was a heated discussion on the background which she chose to ignore in favor of looking at the man holding her. He was pale and his eyes were hidden under a mess of white hair. When he talked though, his voice was the comforting, raspy one she had known and missed for so long.

“It’s been too long, Elena,” he said at the ancient tongue they spoke when they had been alive.

“Akefia,” she whispered, raising her hand grasp his own. The Thief King gave her a soft smile, before sending an annoyed look at the direction of the noise.

 

Joey’s face had been steadily moving past the red spectrum to an attractive violet as he tried to comprehend why there were apparently two Bakuras. Ryou was trying to be heard over his shouting so that he could explain the situation when his Yami’s sharp voice cut through the argument.

“Leave it be Landlord,” he ordered the boy. “There is someone you need to meet here.”  Ryou obediently walked towards the Spirit, ignoring the warnings he got from his friends.

 

Akefia steadied Elena against him, seeing her still weak from what he assumed was the summoning of her Ka.

“Elena, this is Ryou,” he introduced the boy as soon as he sat in front of them. “He is the current holder of the Millennium Ring.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ryou said shyly. The woman smiled at him softly.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ryou,” she said with a slight accent. She saw him noticing the blood in her dress. “It’s alright,” she said soothingly. “This blood is old and the wounds have long since healed.” Akefia tightened his arms around her waist, remembering where this blood had come from.

“But it looks fresh!” the girl that hung out with the Pharaoh’s hikari exclaimed somewhat worried. “Maybe we should find someone to check you.”

“No,” Akefia snapped. “She will be perfectly fine as long as you stop crowding over her.” Yugi seemed to get the message and with one final wary look he turned to his friends.

“Come on guys. Let’s give them some space.”

 

Ryou sat near them, but far enough to not hear what the pair was talking about. He watched curiously as his usually reserved Yami softened his expression as he talked to Elena. Akefia was perfectly aware that more than one person were trying to overhear their conversation so he slipped back to his mother tongue, focusing his attention on his love.

“How?” he asked her softly. He had felt her heart stop, pierced by the knife that was meant for him.

“The Phoenix saved me. I don’t understand it myself, but I have been wondering the Shadows since that day, looking for something familiar. I never expected that something would be the Dark One’s presence.”

“So I suppose I should be grateful to that damned demon.” Akefia didn’t seem pleased with the prospect. “It was Phoenix back there that pulled us out of the Shadow Realm, wasn’t it?” Elena nodded.

“What happened to you?” she asked grasping his hand, now pale and graceful and so much different from what she had known. “You look so different.”

“They sealed my soul inside the Ring. I suppose my appearance changed to accommodate the body of my host.”

“Ryou you mean?”

“Yes, although my powers have grown enough to allow me to have a physical body, I’m still bound to the Millennium Ring.” The Thief King scowled. This was a detail he resented about his situation. Even if he wanted to leave the boy, he could not. Elena seemed to understand it as well.

“Then I suppose it’s a good thing you care for him.” She said with a smile. Akefia rolled his eyes at her coy tone but kissed her nonetheless.

“I’ve missed this,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”