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Desert Rose

Yami shivered as he stepped outside. It was getting close to winter. A season he was not particularly fond of. And despite the continually dropping temperature he found himself strolling down the street, with the park as his destination.

There was something about the park he found relaxing when it was dark and only lit by the light of the moon, with out another person in sight. He'd sit there on one of the park benches and listen to the wind rustle the trees. It was calming for him.

He neared the entrance of the park, like usual. He continued on his path to his bench, but he stopped when he saw something move. He slowed his pace, until he was all but creeping up to what appeared to be another person.

He was astounded by what he saw as he finally got close enough to get a good view. The swish of silver hair sparkled against the glow of the white moon, which hung full overhead. The white skin of the being looked like silk as it moved gracefully in a rhythmic motion. Yami gaped at the breath taking image before him.

The music resonated softly from the small boom box sitting on the picnic table. The CD skipped to the next track which had a more African feel to it. The melody blended with the chanting and the first chorus opened up, as the white haired dancer began to move to the soft beat.

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my mind

That beautiful body moved, dipping expertly, with flexible grace of a cat. Yami couldn't help but stare in awe. Despite the fact that it was his supposed greatest immortal enemy, he found himself completely entranced. He'd always more pictured the thief as cruel and ruthless, but never in his 5000 years would he have ever expected to see what he was currently seeing. And the more frightening thing was, every move that lithe figure made, caused Yami to want him even more.

He tried to fight with himself, thinking that maybe he was tired, and that's why he was having such thoughts. Or maybe he was dreaming, which was unlikely, since he was freezing his ass off. Or maybe he actually had fallen for the thief. He'd toyed with the thought before. But he'd always thought it so unlikely.

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

Bakura was still unaware of Yami's presence. He was so absorbed in the music and motions. He knew that if anyone knew about his little hobby, they'd run miles with it and laugh until they cried, with maybe the exception of Anzu, and even then, he didn't want Anzu's support. To him, dancing was an art, an ancient one at that. Yes, he was a thief, there was no denying that, but thieving wasn't the only thing that got him fed during those harsh nights in Egypt.

During the day, he was Bakura, the King of Thieves. But at night, he was Bakura, the Egyptian exotic dancer. He couldn't decide which he enjoyed more. As his mind raced through his past experiences the steps flowed. From memory they were played, unknowingly to an audience.

The Desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

The song was perfect for Bakura, Yami thought to himself. He was a desert flower. A pure white rose. And with his body, he tortured. Yami wanted more than anything to walk up to him and capture his lips in a heated kiss. But he didn't. He couldn't. He was too transfixed on this dance. And so badly he wanted Bakura to dance the rest of the night away.

His simple attire only seemed to add to the effect. His white button up shirt was, un-tucked and un-buttoned at the top, with his faded blue jeans, close fitting to his body. He was bare footed, feet stepping so lightly that it didn't bother him at all. His hair was ruffled, spiky as always, and flowing to his every movement. And with his eyes closed, the outside world seemed to be cut off from him.

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

Soon, humming followed the dancing and eventually the thief was singing along to the Arabic chanting in the background of the song. Yami took quick notice of this. Bakura's voice was usually harsh and even raspy. But there, it was soft.

Yami almost thought that maybe it was Ryou he'd actually stumbled upon. But Ryou didn't know Arabic. And being truthful. Ryou wasn't very graceful either.

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

That voice reached an octave he would have never thought possible. The combination of voice and body was mind blowing. If any of his friends had been there, each would have a new found respect for the spirit of the Ring.

Bakura leaned his body back, bending his whole body, until he touched the ground. He pulled himself back up in an almost seductive manner, which sent chills through his viewer.

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

There was so much the thief had hidden from the world. Yami wanted to uncover more and let everyone see what was hiding under the intimidation and dispassionate threats. That there was truly a remarkable person beneath it all.

Forever that image of Bakura would remain in his mind. The image he much more preferred to his violent and cruel one.

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

There was no falter in his steps. He continued tirelessly. His breathing remained even, as if he's practiced this dance over and over, perfecting the moves, though no one but he would know it. It was a personal achievement.

Some thing only the thief would truly be able to appreciate. If only he knew. If only he knew that his movements and singing were making his greatest enemy melt before him.

Sweet desert rose
Who shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Yami walked closer, knowing that only when the thief opened his eyes would he be seen. He was not afraid of getting caught watching. He wanted it.

The song found its last chorus and Bakura motions began to slow, knowing the end of the song was near. That song was truly his favorite. He sang along softly to the last words.

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

The music stopped and Bakura wiped the sweat from his forehead, while grabbing his bottle of water, to take a drink. The soft crunching of leaves startled him and he turned in quick response. Standing before him, wearing a slight smile on his face was Yami. Bakura's eyes widened at the realization.

"Pharaoh!" He snapped. "How long have you been there!"

"How long is that song?" Yami asked, seeming almost innocent.

Bakura paled as it hit him that the other spirit saw it all. "You saw all of that?" He asked meekly, feeling incredibly stupid.

"Yes. I did. And you took my breath away, thief. I think you've stolen something from me." He stepped up to Bakura, until they were standing toe to toe.

"And what did I steal?" Bakura raised an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips.

"My heart," was the simple reply.

He could say nothing. His heart beat faster as he heard the words. Indeed, he may have stolen something no other could: the pharaoh's heart. But the pharaoh also took something of his. His love.

The two leaned closer and closer, slowly until finally their lips touched. That sweet kiss, seeming to last for hours, but was only minutes. The two fell deeper into the kiss as each began to explore the other's mouth with their tongues.

They broke apart to catch their breaths. Both were blushing furiously as they exchanged gazes. Yami's hand went up to run along Bakura's cheek. Oh gods, was he beautiful.

"Yami." Bakura said in a breathless gasp.

"Shh." Yami pulled him in again. This time holding him a close embrace.

"Why?" Bakura whispered, with his head against Yami's shoulder.

"Because, you lured me. You cast a spell on me. And I can't resist you this time."

"My pharaoh, you never had a chance as far as resisting me goes." Bakura smirked, knowing he'd won that battle.

Yami rested his head on the other's shoulder and the two remained in each other's embrace long after the end of that song. And the many that followed.