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inkuranmaricchanbrainrot[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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Date: 2024-02-28 02:30 am (UTC)Not just beautiful, he's...gorgeous...
This man lets her touch him. This man lets her love and stay with him...]
I'm glad.
[She smiles.]
You always make me feel so good, and I...wanted to make you feel as wonderful as you make me feel. I knew you loved my breasts, and your mouth always feels amazing, so I...I thought...mixing them together would...well. Do this.
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Date: 2024-02-28 03:24 am (UTC)[He slowly props himself up.]
I'm still... honestly shocked you managed to take me fully... No one's ever been able to do that before...
[A stroke of Inko's hair.]
You're... Gods, what did I do to deserve you...?
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Date: 2024-02-28 03:35 am (UTC)She leans into his touch, and can't help but smile. What did he do to deserve her...? Really, the question should be: What did she do to deserve him...?]
I'm...not sure how I managed to do it. I just...focused and relaxed my throat. And...you know. I just...did it.
[She reaches out, cupping his cheek with a delicate hand.]
I don't know if 'deserve' is the right word, my love.
[She kisses his forehead.]
You make me happy, and I love you. That's all.
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Date: 2024-02-29 07:17 pm (UTC)[Bakura sighs contently, nuzzling against her hand and happily accepting her kiss.]
... Can't believe you said that either...
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Date: 2024-02-29 07:35 pm (UTC)[What did she...? Oh.
Oh, she did...she did say that, didn't she? She'd never...she'd never said it out loud, even though sometimes it would scream, loud and clear in her mind.]
Oh...that I...love you.
[Might as well own up to it. She had nothing to hide, and she had nothing to fear.]
Well, I do. I have...for a while now.
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Date: 2024-02-29 07:59 pm (UTC)You are an odd one, Inko...
[He's not ready to say it back. Not yet.]
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Date: 2024-02-29 08:11 pm (UTC)You think so...?
[She smiles softly, shivering at his gentle touch.]
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Date: 2024-02-29 09:52 pm (UTC)[He buries his face into her hair.]
... But that's why I enjoy you so much...
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Date: 2024-02-29 10:03 pm (UTC)It's almost hard to believe that a man who is known as the "Bandit King" can be so gentle, so tender.]
I'm glad. You're...unlike any man I've ever met. And I mean that in the best possible way.
[She sighs happily.]
I love you. So, so much.
[And she's glad she can finally say it.]
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Date: 2024-03-01 01:36 am (UTC)[Bakura kisses the top of her head.]
But I'm flattered nonetheless...
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Date: 2024-03-01 01:44 am (UTC)A man is more than his profession; and it is hardly your...expertise that draws me to you.
[She kisses him on the forehead in turn.]
It's your heart. Your tenacity...It's you.
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Date: 2024-03-01 05:34 am (UTC)[He hums in thought at both the kiss and her words. His tenacity, huh? His heart...?]
What do you mean by my heart?
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Date: 2024-03-01 03:21 pm (UTC)There is so much to you that you try to hide: your kindness, your loneliness...There's a lot that I've seen in the course of staying with you...
I see the man under the mask you often wear and show to the world.
[There is no condescension. No judgment. There is just understanding and love in her eyes.]
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Date: 2024-03-02 04:32 pm (UTC)He'd been toughing it his entire life, he'd forgotten he shifted into a bit of a persona for himself to shut everyone out.
Bakura grunts as he continues to stroke her hair.]
Hn. You think?
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Date: 2024-03-02 10:33 pm (UTC)I know. In the time I've spent with you, I've learned quite a bit about you, Baku. I am...
[She pauses for a moment, trying to find the word.]
'observant'.
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Date: 2024-03-03 04:14 pm (UTC)[He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.]
It's been so long since anyone knew anything about me other than being the Bandit King...
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Date: 2024-03-03 05:15 pm (UTC)She knows when Miho-chan has a new boyfriend.
She knows when Micchan is scheming again.
She knows when Bakura is thinking about something or has something heavy on his mind.]
I am honored to be the one to know these things. I...want to know more about you. I want to be there for you, support you. I...
[She swallows.]
I want to be your strength when you need to rest. You don't have to do anything for me, of course; I'm just happy to support you and be by your side.
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Date: 2024-03-05 07:13 pm (UTC)She wants to be... his strength? And she expects nothing in return...
Bakura is at a loss on what to say or do. What do you say to that when you're used to everyone hating you?
All he can do is grunt and shift a bit underneath Inko, his lips pursed slightly. After a few moments of silence though...]
... Thank you.
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Date: 2024-03-05 09:36 pm (UTC)You...don't have to thank me for something that I want to do.
If anything, I should be thanking you...
[A pause.]
For letting me love you.