Rowan: Hello! I decided to rewrite chapters one and two of "First Love"! Of course, I knew that they sucked, so I was planning on changing them eventually. So, without further ado (well, not much, anyway) here's the new "First Love" Chapter One!

Oh, and for kicks, I'm keeping the introduction to the first first chapter.

Hello! This is my very first (yaoi) fan fiction, so in the reviews, don't give me flames (whatever they are.) Tell me any mistakes though. Pointing out to me that I really am human is always appreciated! ;-).

Note: In this fan fic, Bakura is Yami Bakura, and he now is acting, um, civil to his aibou/hikari.(what's the difference?)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters. So all you lawyers out there just waiting to get one of us, don't pick on me, cuz I acknowledge the fact that don't own $h!t.. And if you do come after me, my Blue Eyes will get ya.(Yes, I do own a BEWD)

BEWD: hey, Rowan, you called me $h!t!

Rowan Sakura: Hehe, oops! Sorry!

BE: I ain't getting no lawyers for you no more!

Rowan: BE! Wait! Who'll get the lawyers for me now?

BE: Try the Dark Magician.

DM: Don't even think about it!

First Love

Chap. 1: First Feelings

Ryou glared out the window to the offending ocean beneath him. Why he had to be on this stupid plane, crossing this stupid ocean, going on this stupid expedition with his stupid father and his stupid yami- Ryou shook his head to clear his mind. His hair swished silkily around his head…and whipped Bakura in the face.

"Yo, watch it baka!" he exclaimed angrily, causing some heads to turn and glare disapprovingly at the two teenagers.

Ryou grimaced and nodded submissively. "Yes Bakura, whatever you say." Ryou turned back to his window and spotted a strip of land come into view. Ryou sighed softly to himself. He had tried to be nice to his yami since the day they met, but Bakura absolutely refused to become friends with 'his vessel'. Even after Bakura had obtained his own body, he had been mean and unfriendly. Which could account for Ryou's uncompromising mood at the moment. He had been looking forward to spending his summer with Yuugi, Jounouchi, and the others. But instead, he was on his way to Egypt with his irritable yami and more-than-distant father. Ryou was already counting the minutes until school started up once more. 'I feel like Harry Potter,' Ryou thought sadly.

The land in Ryou's window was growing larger and larger. Soon a voice over the intercom spoke. "This is your captain. We will be landing in approximately twenty minutes in Cairo International Airport. We ask that you now return to your seats and buckle your safety belts. We wish you a good time in Egypt and thank you for traveling Air Nippon."

Ryou was squashed against the plastic window by Bakura, who was looking eagerly out of it. "Egypt, he breathed. "I'm home."

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Ryou's eyes grew and grew as he and Bakura entered the hotel room that they would be staying in. "Uh…tousan? You're staying in another room, right?"

Ryou's father looked over to him and quirked an eyebrow. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, uh…" Ryou laughed nervously. "There's only two beds."

Ryou's father blinked at his son. "So?"

Ryou smiled awkwardly. "Well…where's Bakura gonna sleep?"

Bakura glared over at Ryou, who was not paying him any attention, his eyes trained on his dad as he awaited his reply.

"Why…you're going to share a bed of course!" otousan replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Ryou gulped in apprehension. 'This is going to be one loong vacation.'

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"Well boys, I've got to be off! I must meet the crew, we're going down to the Valley of the Kings! So, you can either stay here, or you can come with me. Whatya say? Sound like fun?" Ryou's otousan announced excitedly.

Ryou, who was lying sprawled out over his bed, looked up momentarily from the magazine he was reading. After his father presented his proposition, he buried his nose back among the pages. Going to an excavation of a dead king's tomb sounded far from exciting to him. He was hardly jumping up and down with barely contained impatience.

Bakura, on the other hand, seemed delighted by the opportunity to go to the Valley, his eagerness made apparent when he dragged Ryou off the bed and towards the doorway. "Count us in!" he announced, a sadistic, and yet somewhat fervent, expression on his face.

Ryou freed himself from his yami's grasp, rubbing his slightly sore neck. He shot Bakura a quizzical look. Why was he so anxious to see these tombs? All filled with dust and old, ratty, relics…that's how Ryou had always imagined them. He could not fathom the interest his mou hitori no ore was showing in them. "Why so eag-Oof!" Ryou started to ask, but was stopped when he was shoved out of the hotel room and was pulled forcefully down the hall to the car. Ryou winced in pain as Bakura's grip on his wrist was very tight. "Could ya loosen up a bit please?" Ryou complained, annoyed at having his nice, relaxing afternoon be disrupted by this unwanted "family outing".

"Well, walk faster then!" Bakura ordered, letting go of Ryou's wrist suddenly, causing the other boy to lose his balance and trip over his feet.

"Ah!" Ryou cried out, more in surprise than in fright. As Ryou's nose grew closer and closer to kissing the hotel carpet, Ryou's screech became more and more high pitched. Just as Ryou was sure he was going to have a pancake for a schnozzle, he felt his arm being jerked back roughly, and the rest of his body followed, up, back…and straight into Bakura's arms.

Ryou blinked up into worried brown eyes that stared down, like they were seeing Ryou for the first time. And Ryou stared right back, surprise in his eyes. 'Bakura…actually…cares…? Nah, he just caught me because he…why did he catch me anyway? He doesn't care about me! Snap outta whatever trance you're in Ryou! Snap out of it!' Ryou shoved Bakura away and righted himself. "Was that really necessary, mou hitori no ore? Or did you just want to see what happens when you let go of a person's wrist mid-run? And I thought you were in such a hurry to go to the tombs, eh?" Ryou shook his head. "C'mon already!" Ryou ran to catch up with tou-san, who was waiting at the trunk.

Bakura stood for a moment more, staring down confusedly at his hands. 'He felt so…warm…in my arms. Warm and…and right. Like he belonged. Why…why does he torture me so? Why must those memories so long buried spring from the ground when I look into his eyes, feel his touch, imagine his kiss?' Bakura shook his head as if in denial. 'No, you are just imagining things! Cut it out! Those memories are long dead and gone. Never…never will you have anything like it again!'

"Well, are you coming or not?" Ryou shouted from the truck.

"I'm coming already! Keep your pants on!" Bakura started down the hallway and leaped gracefully into the back the pick-up, right beside Ryou. "And did I hear you correctly? Did you actually dare to call me mou hitori no ore?"

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Note: Mou hitori no ore and mou hitori no boku are both ways of saying "my other self". The one with ore is more rude than that with boku, so Bakura being Bakura, he would wish to be called "mou hitori no boku" as opposed to anything else.

(Ending to previous first chapter)

R+R peeps! I can always use some friendly advice, so feel free to give it to me!

BEWD: But no flames, please!

RS: BEWD, you came back!

BEWD: The pay was good.

RS: Is that all you care about?

BEWD: Pretty much.

RS: Dragons! All they think about is their stomachs.

Rowan: So, isn't that much better than before? And then the second chapter can be about how they actually get together! Oh, I'm so excited! Well, if you've just found this story and enjoyed this chapter a lot, review and wait for the second chapter to read more (though, if you're lucky, I'll post it with this one.) If you've reviewed the first chapter all ready, e-mail me and tell me what you think of this one! My e-mail's

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Rowan