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[Yu-Gi-Oh! AU] Don't Think Twice before You Listen To Your Heart; Follow the Trace for a New Start
[This was supposed to be an exciting class trip.
The spring semester was about to come to a close, and Inko Hakuba's first few months in high school were supposed to end with a fun trip for everyone before the summer vacation began.
Said fun trip?
Going to Egypt.
Truth be told, she'd been looking forward to this trip for weeks; it was meant to be a trip for the senior students, but after a particular incident that was not disclosed to the public, the funds and tickets were given to the first years for free (so long as the student had a usable passport) as punishment for the students in question in lieu of barring their chances at graduation.
So Inko and her class were shuttled onto a bus, put on a plane, and were sent to Egypt as a cultural studies trip.
Her very first trip, her very first trip without her parents, and to a foreign country, no less! She was being taken to a land of adventure, full of beautiful golden sands, priceless artifacts, and ancient magic and wonder.
(Of course, it was not actually like that; but nobody had the heart to tell the poor girl that when she excitedly got on the plane. She was only fifteen, less than one month off from her sixteenth birthday, and she was clearly very excited!)
Their first stop was an outdoor market near Cairo, which was clearly trying to appeal to tourists like Inko who bought into the idea of the country rather than the reality. An old woman with graying hair reached out to Inko as she passed a stall, and stopped her as she was about to walk past.
Her classmates didn't notice that they left her behind.
"Yes...?" She asked in clumsy Arabic.
"You...I've seen you before."
The woman spoke in perfect Japanese, but it was clear that she was not a native speaker. Her mouth moved in a strange way, and they didn't seem to match her words, but Inko understood her perfectly.
"I...Excuse me?" Inko blinked.
The woman fished under the counter, pulling something out and holding it to Inko.
It looked like some kind of stone, almost the size of her fist. The image of what looked to be a tiger was carved on it, and the stone...looked old.
Quite old.
"For you. Don't worry about paying."
Inko took it in her hand and held it to her chest, and it felt warm in her hand. She didn't understand what was going on, but she nodded.
"I...if you're...thank you."
She bowed quickly, hurrying to catch up to the other students that were milling around nearby at another stall.
She dreamt of a voice that night, speaking to her. It was faint and muffled, and she couldn't understand it.
It wasn't until the next day, when they went to visit the Cairo museum, that she understood the words:
"Find me."
When she and her classmates went to the museum, she found herself stopping at a stone tablet on the wall with the same tiger etched into it; it looked like he was staring right at her...but that couldn't be right! That was a carving!
And yet...
She felt the stone in her hand growing warm, almost burning to the touch as she felt it...
Phase inside her body.
And something opened up under her, swallowing her whole as she fell into an abyss to the horrified screaming of her classmates nearby.
...
And there she was, lying in her Domino High school uniform inside what looked to be an open sarcophagus, the mummy long since removed. She was in the fetal position, short hair in disarray as she hugged herself.
She was unconscious...
And she wasn't in the museum anymore.]
The spring semester was about to come to a close, and Inko Hakuba's first few months in high school were supposed to end with a fun trip for everyone before the summer vacation began.
Said fun trip?
Going to Egypt.
Truth be told, she'd been looking forward to this trip for weeks; it was meant to be a trip for the senior students, but after a particular incident that was not disclosed to the public, the funds and tickets were given to the first years for free (so long as the student had a usable passport) as punishment for the students in question in lieu of barring their chances at graduation.
So Inko and her class were shuttled onto a bus, put on a plane, and were sent to Egypt as a cultural studies trip.
Her very first trip, her very first trip without her parents, and to a foreign country, no less! She was being taken to a land of adventure, full of beautiful golden sands, priceless artifacts, and ancient magic and wonder.
(Of course, it was not actually like that; but nobody had the heart to tell the poor girl that when she excitedly got on the plane. She was only fifteen, less than one month off from her sixteenth birthday, and she was clearly very excited!)
Their first stop was an outdoor market near Cairo, which was clearly trying to appeal to tourists like Inko who bought into the idea of the country rather than the reality. An old woman with graying hair reached out to Inko as she passed a stall, and stopped her as she was about to walk past.
Her classmates didn't notice that they left her behind.
"Yes...?" She asked in clumsy Arabic.
"You...I've seen you before."
The woman spoke in perfect Japanese, but it was clear that she was not a native speaker. Her mouth moved in a strange way, and they didn't seem to match her words, but Inko understood her perfectly.
"I...Excuse me?" Inko blinked.
The woman fished under the counter, pulling something out and holding it to Inko.
It looked like some kind of stone, almost the size of her fist. The image of what looked to be a tiger was carved on it, and the stone...looked old.
Quite old.
"For you. Don't worry about paying."
Inko took it in her hand and held it to her chest, and it felt warm in her hand. She didn't understand what was going on, but she nodded.
"I...if you're...thank you."
She bowed quickly, hurrying to catch up to the other students that were milling around nearby at another stall.
She dreamt of a voice that night, speaking to her. It was faint and muffled, and she couldn't understand it.
It wasn't until the next day, when they went to visit the Cairo museum, that she understood the words:
"Find me."
When she and her classmates went to the museum, she found herself stopping at a stone tablet on the wall with the same tiger etched into it; it looked like he was staring right at her...but that couldn't be right! That was a carving!
And yet...
She felt the stone in her hand growing warm, almost burning to the touch as she felt it...
Phase inside her body.
And something opened up under her, swallowing her whole as she fell into an abyss to the horrified screaming of her classmates nearby.
...
And there she was, lying in her Domino High school uniform inside what looked to be an open sarcophagus, the mummy long since removed. She was in the fetal position, short hair in disarray as she hugged herself.
She was unconscious...
And she wasn't in the museum anymore.]
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Actually makes her feel better. Even as her face is red and her heart is pounding, he's looking at her clothes, and not...her.
There is no lust in his gaze, no disrespect in his actions.
He is just...curious.
Fear in and insecurity flash in her eyes for a moment, but after a second, she...breathes. Calms herself.
He doesn't see this as scandalous. It's okay. He doesn't see this as scandalous. This is only the first man who's ever seen her this way, but he doesn't see it as scandalous, he doesn't see it as scandalous, and he doesn't see her as...]
I-It's called a...'bra'. It's used to...h-hold the breasts. To keep them steady.
[Be technical. Be technical. Don't think about their position.]
T-To keep them from...m-moving around too much.
[They also served a secondary function: to keep Inko's breasts from being particularly noticeable. Bakura might notice that they are straining in the cups a bit, and are clearly much bigger than they originally appeared.]
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Bakura's eyebrow raises as he studies how they hold her in place though and after a moment, he hums in thought.]
Makes sense, I suppose. Are they always meant to be so... fancy looking? And tight? That top looks terribly uncomfortable.
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A-ah...i-it's...
[She twiddles her fingers, just a bit.]
I-It's...They're meant to l-look...s...sexy. N-Not that I've e-ever...b-been with...a-anyone! Y-You're the f-first man I-I've even...! B-but...th-this is the typical design...A-and it's n-not uncomfortable! I-it's just meant...t-to...m-make me l-look...s-smaller.
[She pauses.]
M-Men...s-stare. I-If I don't...w-wear something...l-like this...
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[He tilts his head.]
If you don't want men looking then... it's meant to make yourself feel sexy? Like when women wear makeup?
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It's...nice. To talk about this. He's asking genuine questions and not lusting after her or staring.
Bakura is such a good person...]
S-Sort of...M-my friend...b-bought it for me. Sh-she told me that it would...make me feel confident and...start talking to boys.
[Not that Inko ever found anyone who caught her eye outside of a celebrity or two...
Primarily foreign men. Dark-skinned, built...]
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Has it helped with your confidence?
[He asks as he grabs the clothes he bought her, ready to help Inko into it.]
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No... not really.
[She laughs a little.]
I've never had a boy show interest in me before. I'm not exactly pretty.
[She sighs.]
I think... getting out of that tomb and coming here did more for my confidence than a bra ever did--
[Actually... the bra was a bit...it was catching on the fabric a little.
Quickly, she pivoted her body to preserve her modesty as she unhooked her bra, setting it aside before finally adjusting the top part of the gown.
...
She turns towards Bakura, and...oh, she certainly is busty, isn't she? And...
Oh.
The fabric is a little see-through along the top...]
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But when Inko removes the bra and has the complete outfit on, it's the first time there's something more in Bakura's eyes as he gazes at her. His eyes trail over her body, studying her shape, the way the fabric hugs her curves.
... Right. The headdress. He places that gently upon her head and gives her another more neutral look over.]
You look much more native now.
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Honestly, these clothes feel... good. Comfortable. Cool.
She doesn't even notice how her breasts are partially visible, or how her curves are hugged by the fabric...]
Oh, this feels wonderful.
[She gives a little twirl, and her hair and the fabric flutter in the air.
With a bounce to her step -- oh, she really does bounce in this, doesn't she -- she looks over herself with wonder.]
Do I really look like a native, Bakura? I look okay?
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Oh my.
Not many women are as... well endowed as she is despite the slighter frame. Bakura's eyes widen for a second before he glances off to the side.
They may need to buy her a shawl of some type to hide her body because while nudity isn't a huge issue to Egyptian people, a foreign beauty of breedable stock is... it's sure to catch some attention.
He clears his throat.]
... You'll need to carry yourself a certain way. Whether that's walking with confidence you don't actually have or covering yourself to hide in the crowd, it's up to you.
I'll bring some gold for us to spend on oils and soaps as well.
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Sheepishly, Inko smiles.]
O-oh...yes, a shawl sounds lovely. I don't...want to attract a lot of attention.
[Ah yes, oils and soaps... she'd be able to clean herself more thoroughly. That sounds absolutely wonderful. She misses her old shampoo...]
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[Bakura tugs on his trademark red robe.]
Show me how you walk though.
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Why does the thought of wearing that make her cheeks grow hot--oh thank goodness, a distraction!
She nods, and walks forward:
Very dainty, very ladylike. One foot in front of the other while making sure not to keep her legs too far apart. In a way, it's like wearing a kimono...]
Is this... good?
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[He crosses his arms.]
Too dainty. You'll get preyed upon immediately. If you're going to walk like that, hold your head up high and keep your shoulders back.
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Keep her head up high, keep her shoulders back...
Think of Micchan.
...
Think of Bakura. Imagine how she would walk if she was as amazing as Bakura. Like she could float and be as graceful and beautiful as him--
She holds her head high, pulls her shoulders back, and walks forward, still keeping one foot in front of the other. Her body flows like water, even as she looks Bakura straight in the face and into his eyes. There's determination in her face and admiration in her eyes.
She doesn't realize that she hadn't stopped walking until she's chest-to-chest with him, staring up into his face.]
Ah...um.
How...was that?
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But. Oh. She's... very close. Pressed against him, actually. Even through the sheer fabric, he can feel how soft and plush her bosom is.
The corner of his lip twitches.]
... Much better.
[Bakura reluctantly takes a step back and removes the red robe, leaving him with the tan hooded tunic underneath.]
Here.
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...
Why was she...disappointed when he stepped away?
Though having this is...a nice alternative. It's warm. Soft.]
Thank you...
[She smiles shyly, though clear pride glows in those cheeks.]
It's warm. Very soft.
[It smells like him...]
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I'm surprised you find it soft. It's been put through the ringer hundreds of times. I'd have thought others would find it rough.
[A shrug. Diabound pops out from one of the pockets of the red coat and looks up at Inko.]
Shall we head to the market then?
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It's not rough at all. It may seem rough on the surface, but it's very soft to the touch.
[...Just like Bakura.
Naturia sits up and yawns, hopping inside her to rest inside her head for a while. Meanwhile, Inko gives Diabound a soft smile. She hasn't gotten the courage to pet him yet, but goodness, she's wanted to for a while.]
A-And yes! I'm ready to go!
[She's more than ready. They'll be going to the market! Together! She's not sure why that makes her stomach flutter, but goodness, it does.
She moves with a light step, remembering Bakura's advice to look confident. All she has to do is think of Bakura or look at him, and it comes so easily...]
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Diabound remains in the robe pocket. Just in case. He can attack anyone if need be.
So with Inko saying she's ready, Bakura leads her down the rooftops and into a hidden little alley that leads out into the main market. There's dozens of different stalls set up, all with different objects. Produce, fish, meat, flowers, jewelry, clothing, oils. Anything you can think of.]
Stay close. Either directly behind me or at my side. Tell me what catches your eye.
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Special...
About seeing it like this. With Bakura by her side.
She stays close to him, making sure to walk confidently even still. Her eyes give her away, though; there's that wonder, that awe at where she is and what she's looking at.
Gods...
It's all so wonderful!]
Yes, sir.
[In Japanese, she would have called him "Sensei", but using a respectful title like "Sir" was close enough in Hieratic. She's desperate to use her mother tongue as little as possible.
Then she sees it.
There's a shawl, almost identical to Bakura's, except with a hood to cover the head.]
Ah...!
[She nudges him slightly, and points at the shawl.]
Look at that...!
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Speaking of hoods, the thief prefers to have his up when skulking through the market but he needs to keep his peripheral vision in tact to make sure Inko remains safe. He knows their combined looks are catching some attention and that's not something he likes.
But the girl distracts him with the nudge and he looks over to where she's pointing.
... Something similar to his robe. He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at Inko before heading over to the stall.
The price... isn't great. But that's where haggling comes in. Bakura talks with the shop keeper, making up a story about how the two of them are newly weds and his beautiful wife would like a shawl of her own like his but they've just spent all the money on the wedding arrangements...
The voice he takes on is much softer, younger. As if he's a completely different person.
The shop keeper, who seems to be a romantic at heart, buys the story but isn't completely sold on lowering the price.
More haggling. Some gold and one of his rings.
The owner accepts and Bakura picks up the shawl to hand to Inko with a charming smile.]
For you, my beloved.
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Really, the shopkeeper must have looked at her adoring, soft expression at least once; this is not the face of a girl trying to pretend, but the face of a woman who is very quickly falling in love.
He and she...
Married.
Gosh, if there was ever a man that she could imagine as a wonderful husband...it was Bakura...
Though if one is in denial, one could think her expression is just really skilled acting.
Her voice is soft, gentle.
Adoring.]
Thank you, my love.
[She touches the shawl with tender reverence.]
This means...more than words can say.
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Here. Why don't you take off mine and I'll help you into your new one? I'm sure you'll look even more lovely in it... and everyone will know we're together.
[For better or for worse.]
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Trying to imagine her as the kind of noble lady that would deserve Bakura's love and affection, she moves gracefully, taking off the robe and hands it to him.]
Y-yes...I want everyone to know I'm yours...
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