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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.]

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[Take things slow...

Gods.

Inko smiles, grateful and warm; he really is perfect. There's no other way to describe it: Bakura is perfect. He...

Knows what she needs. He's so gentle with her. Kind to her...

Growing bold, she bites her lip...and leans forward, kissing him gently.]

Thank you. A-and yes. That sounds...

[A pause.]

Lovely.

[He's not sure what's gotten into him. Normally he wouldn't care. He wouldn't be this thoughtful on a woman's feelings. It can't just be because she's not from your place or time...

Bakura pulls away entirely after returning the kiss and moves to slightly more shallow water so he can sit back down. He begins rubbing the soap against him, his hair, and rinses himself off. It doesn't take long at all.

Should she still want to wash his back though... he glances over his shoulder at her.]

[Inko, similarly, also wonders what has gotten into her.

She has never been this comfortable with a man before; this couldn't be something so simple as 'love', right? There had to be something else to it. She'd met countless people who had partners, and few seemed this...perfectly at ease with the one they loved.

That's what this felt like.

Ease.

Comfort.

Bakura was safety. He was comfort. He was companionship in a way she had never known.

Inko washes her body quickly, lost in her thoughts...

But then glances over at Bakura.

She walks towards him and sits at his back. Gently, she runs her fingers over his skin and starts to rub his muscles a bit. They're quite tense...]

Do you want me to keep going, or...w-would you rather I wash your back now?

[Oh. Oh. That's nice... That's really nice.

Bakura groans and eases into her touch, closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly. Gods, how long has it been since someone did this for him...?]

Nnhh... Keep going...

[That...

Mmm.

She works his muscles with tender, deft fingers, making sure to only put enough pressure to ease tension, and not enough to hurt. She'd had to do this for Micchan after sports' injuries and helped Miho-chan after she fell and hurt herself during a stage performance. Caring for others and making sure they were happy and healthy was Inko's strongest love language.

She chuckles, intimate and soft near his ear.]

Okay. You just let me know when you want me to stop.

[This was...

Goodness, this was nice.

The water felt cool against her bare skin; the wind rustled through her hair; and Bakura's skin felt lovely against her hands.]

[That chuckle, combined with the massage, gives him goosebumps. He runs his tongue along his teeth, letting out a breathy moan.]

I might... never want you to stop...

[Inko sucks in a shaky breath; Gods, his voice. She has never heard anything so beautiful in her entire life.

She leans close, only centimeters away from his ear. His sounds spur her onward, make her belly warm, make her feel bold in a way she's never been--]

Mmmm...Maybe I don't want to stop making you feel good, either...?

[He lets out a pleased rumble, trailing off into a chuckle of his own.]

You're quite the minx for a virgin, you know...

[Inko squeaks, and Bakura can likely feel the heat radiating off her skin from her blush.]

A-A mi--me...? I-I...

[She pauses, though continues to massage his muscles.]

Y-you give me the courage to s-say things...I never thought I'd say. You've shown me parts of myself that I...never knew I had.

[She hums softly.]

I like...being a minx. If it's with you.

[He can and it makes him smile.

Never in a million years did he think he'd be helping someone with their self worth and confidence. That he'd have... a partner.]

Mmn. You're going to make it difficult to behave myself if that's the case...

[Inko's heart roars in her ears and her hands shake just slightly as she rubs him slower...

More sensually.

Gods, she can't believe she's having this conversation. That she's touching this man and that he's letting her touch him in turn...]

Bakura...d-do you...

[Swallow.]

W-want to...m-make love to me?

[Oh? There's a question he wasn't expecting for some time.

Bakura remains silent for a moment before he answers her truthfully.]

I want to do more than just that to you.

[He wants to partake in every inch of her body.]

[There's a gasp by his ear, quiet and shocked.

Breathing.

Shaky, quiet breathing...

After a moment, she whispers:]

I...

...want that, too...

[She presses soft kisses against the back of his neck.]

I trust you.

Nnhhh...

[He shudders slightly at the kisses.]

You don't want to wait...?

I...

[On one hand, part of her thinks she should wait.

That girl who is self-conscious over what men would think of her. That girl who is self-conscious over what her friends would think if they knew what she was doing...

But this wasn't her time.]

No. I...If we both want each other...th-then it's okay, right?

[She connected with him. She wanted him.

He wanted her.

Who knew when she'd go back home...if she went back home.

She didn't want to deal with what-ifs or sit and think about what-could-have-been's.

If anyone was going to take her virginity, then she wanted it to be--]

It is.

But there is no pressure either way.

[He slowly stands up and turns around, letting Inko see just the affect she has on him: his cock fully erect, dusky from arousal. Bakura leans over to gently scoop Inko into his arms and carries her over to where he has the linen laid out, and sets her down on to that. (Diabound will gather their soap. Tsk.)

He crawls on top of her, keeping himself held up with one arm as he cups her cheek with his free hand.]

Inko...

[He's...truly erect. He wants her.

Truth be told, Inko had never seen a penis in the flesh before: she knew about them from books and she'd studied anatomy, of course: but Bakura was the first man she had ever seen nude.

Not just that, but he was the only one to see her nude.

Nnnnh, why does the sight of him make her feel so warm in her lower belly? She'd been aroused before, and had wet dreams as far as she could tell, but it had never been like this: potent and all-encompassing and enough to make her nipples erect and her pussy ache.

But more than anything...

Her heart feels warm. Full.

She leans into his touch and closes her eyes.]

Bakura...

[She's content. Happy.

She has the look of a woman who doesn't want to be anywhere else than here.]

[The fact that she looks as happy and at ease as she is has Bakura alright with taking things further.

The thief kisses her on the lips, nestling himself between her legs so he doesn't need to hold himself up by his arms, and places his hands on her hips. Slowly he feels up her body as he continues to kiss her, slowly making it more passionate as his hands climb up higher.]

[She was drowning.

Drowning...? Was that the best way to describe this feeling...? It was overwhelming, like she couldn't breathe, like her every sensation was on overdrive as her lips moved against his and her hands skated up his sides. Bakura's kiss was the air in her lungs, his touch was her heartbeat, and his steady weight on her was her liferaft against the tide.

Inko moaned into his kiss, unsure of what to do. Where to put her hands.

The most she could do was trail her fingers up and down his spine, up his sides, along his arms and up his chest.

His physique was perfect.

And he wanted her.

He wanted her...!]

[He didn't care if she didn't know what to do. She'd figure it out eventually. Whatever felt right or good. That's what she should go with.

Bakura hums contently, eventually breaking the kiss to nip at Inko's bottom lip and slowly begin to kiss down her jaw, to her neck.

His hands finally reach her breasts. Gods, he's wanted at them since he saw them earlier in the day. So plush, so full.

Bakura sinks his fingers into her supple bosom and groans against her collar bone at the sensation.]

A-ah...! Nnn...

[She whimpers against his touch, opting to trace little symbols into his skin: Love, beloved, beautiful. They were in Japanese, so it wasn't as though he would understand her, but...it felt right to do.

It was a way to communicate when she was too overwhelmed to really form words.

And oh, his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her neck. She didn't know that those were even sensitive, but nnnnnnh, she knew now.]

Feels...g-good...

[Good enough to where she gently ran one of her feet against her lover, wrapping one leg around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.]

Ba...kura...!

[He grunts, lapping at Inko's sweet skin as he continues to kiss lower, his hands squeezing and kneading her bosom, fingers gently pinching and tugging at her nipples.

Perhaps he's a bit impatient but Bakura hurries to lick down to her cleavage --

And promptly smothers his face between her breasts, groaning loudly as he breathes in her scent and feels her warmth.

Gods, they're perfect... He could drown in them quite literally and die a happy man. (An exaggeration but he's horny right now.)]

Nnnnhh!! Haaaahhh!

[Bolts of pleasure burst from her nipples as he tugs and pinches them; her stomach's so tight, her body so warm. This feels so good...!

She's never felt anything so pleasurable before.

Touching her own breasts never gave her this kind of reaction, so what was it about Bakura -- face smothered in her bosom and fingers playing her like an instrument -- that made her arch into his touch and rub against him?]

Oh...oh...!

[She feels so hot between her legs...]

[He exhales in a breathy moan as he switches to cupping one of her breasts, shifting to one side to run his tongue around Inko's arreola a few times before flicking and lapping at her nipple.

His eyes remained locked on her face, wanting to see her expression, wanting to see her feel such pleasure for the first time.]

Nnnn...!!!

[What was...

Gods, his tongue. His tongue, his tongue, his tongue against her nipple was like encasing her in liquid heat. Inko arched her back and writhed against his touch, not even bothering to do anything but wrap her arms around his neck, desperate to hang on and keep him as close as possible.

She wanted more, more, more--]

Y-Your...t-tongue...it's...

[She closes her eyes, mouth open in a silent scream as she pants, desperate and needy for...

Something.

She wants more, but she's not sure what she wants. She just knows that it's so much, but not enough.]

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