Short cute oneshot. Kinda pointless, but I felt I needed to post something. Song used while writing is 'You and Me' by Lifehouse (on repeat).

The whole fic is in Ryou's POV. Ryou being the hikari.

Disclaimer: Melain doesn't own Yugioh or any of its characters! She aslo doesn't own 'You and Me' by Lifehouse.

"Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." – Unknown

Forgiveness.

I've heard that to say "I forgive you" is the hardest thing to say to a person next to "I'm sorry" and "I love you."

Strange; apologizing and giving forgiveness is as essential to my day as breathing.

I lean my head back against your door; snowy white hair slipping off my shoulders and water-falling down my back. The hallway is dark, shadows consuming every bit of it; including myself. I close my eyes and just imagine your light breathing; your face relaxed and pale lips free of that ever-present scowl. You're so peaceful when you sleep, you have no worries and all your anger just vanishes; I know, I can feel it. I also know… that sometimes you wish you would just never wake up…

…I guess… living for over 5000 years can make one really tired of… living.

You worry me; I don't think you know that, and even if you did I don't think you'd care. I also wish you would understand that when I say I forgive you, or do something to show that I forgive you, that I mean it. You think that after how you lived your life, and everything you've done to ruin mine, there is no possible way that I could ever forgive you.

But I do.

And you always ask why… but that's a rhetorical question on your part. You just ask to make a point. That I'm insane for forgiving you; that you don't deserve forgiveness. I think your wrong; so I still forgive you, no matter what you think.

I just wish you would acknowledge that.

I open my eyes, only to be met by the shadows; the hallway is so dark and there aren't any objects to bend the light. So the shadows roam freely…sort of like you. With the pharaoh out of you reach for now, you get to do whatever you want. I don't, I'm stuck with a routine till I graduate; one I can't break free from. I watch the shadows move along the wall and floor. I've grown use to the shadows, living with you. But the shadows love you; you are the darkness, you help the shadows exist…

…they say that light cannot exist without darkness…

…does that mean I wouldn't exist without you?

Standing up, I face your door; listening intently for any sound on your side. Nothing. Carefully, my numb fingers gently turn the doorknob, and I open it just enough so my thin form can slip inside…so the door won't creak. Closing it silently behind me, I hold my breath and watch you for any movements; please tell me I didn't wake you. No, you're still asleep. Releasing my breath, I softly pad over to your opposite side of the bed; silently kneeling down on the floor.

Slow, steady breathing emits from pale lips and you shift lightly in your sleep; sighing deeply and pulling the sheets closer to you. A small smile crosses my own lips, you really do seem different in your sleep. I wish I could sleep peacefully like you do, but my dreams are plagued with nightmares. I wonder if you know about them; would you care? Or would you ignore it like everything else that effects me, even though my nightmares are something you could help me with… without even trying. I wish I could just crawl into bed with you; your presence does comfort me, no matter how many times you say it doesn't.

You call me stupid, annoying, weak; I suppose those are all true. Your past 'jobs' have effected my life greatly, hurt me even, put me in danger, almost gotten me killed; you say I should have no grounds to even think of forgiving you. That every time I say it, I don't really mean it; you say such things like you can read me like a book. If you'd try, you could; but you don't, and that's why you're wrong.

You may have done all of those things, and call me hurtful things, treat me like dirt…but the reason I forgive you is…you're still here. You have your own body now, you could have left six months ago; but you didn't. You've been here with me for over three years now. No one's ever stayed with me for so long; you're here when I leave in the morning, and still here when I get home from school. You at least acknowledge me, even if it is in insults. I…I may not have any friends…or family…but I keep forgiving you because I know that I still have you.

I rest my hand on the bed, watching you attentively to see if you wake. I'm always so quiet when I come in; I never really figured out if you're a light sleeper or not. Gingerly I rest my other hand on the bed, and then add some weight; but you don't even twitch. Carefully, I climb onto your bed… and you don't even notice.

It must be nice, to be able to sleep without waking at the slightest noise. I'm a light sleeper, I guess it only makes sense that you would be a deep one. I sit there, tilt my head a little so my hair once again falls off my shoulder; you still don't know I'm here. Your breathing is still light, your face and body still relaxed; I would have thought a thief would have known of my presence by now. Maybe it's like a sixth sense thing, where you know if the other presence is a threat or not. I'm pondering right now what you would think…or do if you woke up and I was next to you. Would you freak out…most likely, or just tense up and wonder what the hell happened last night. I cover my mouth suppressing my laughter.

I sit there for quite a while, maybe an hour or so, just watching you sleep. Sleep starts to weigh heavily on my mind; I yawn softly, and tense a little when you make a noise in your sleep as a response to mine. Even in your sleep your voice is deep and rich. You shift again and moan a little as you settle back into your bed; I relax now knowing your asleep and go back to watching you. Quite drowsy now, my mind drifts off a little…

…You know you're rather… handsome. Wild silver hair, rich dark chocolate eyes, a quite seductive smirk, strong face, attractive body; you really are quite stunning… what do you think when you see me? I'm just a weakling in your eyes, like you say I am? Moonlight filters through your window and washes over the room. Your silver hair seems to catch it… it must be soft, despite how sharp it usually looks…and then I suddenly realize I've been stroking your hair for the past few minutes; I snatch my hand away, now fully awake again. I can't believe I just did that! You make a sound of disapproval, scrunching up your face and scowling a little. I slowly blink my mud-brown eyes…did you…just…

Carefully, I reach out again; softly running my fingers through your hair. Your face relaxes, and you sigh deeply. My mouth is open slightly in astonishment; and I let my hand slid down to graze against your cheek. Smooth, well-toned skin meets my fingertips; and I inch a little bit closer to you.

Suddenly your hand shoots out and grabs my arm, and I yip a little in surprise. Oh my god you're awake! Before I can react I'm pulled on to the bed next to you, and your warm strong arms are around me. Your fingers graze against my waist where my shirt has ridden up; what are you doing! I'm pulled into your chest…and that's when I find out that you don't sleep with a shirt on. A deep red blush heats my face as I'm pressed up against your chest, my face buried in your neck. One of your hands reach out and you pull the covers over both of us…

…and then you stop moving, sighing again and relaxing against the bed; and I feel you nuzzling into my hair, inhaling deeply. Your breathing is still light…which means you're still asleep. Oh. My. God. I'm still tense; and I can't move without waking you up…and… this bed is quite warm. I find sleep weighing down on me again; for some reason I'm really rather confortable. Sighing, I relax a little; involuntarily I might add. It must be at least past two, no wonder I'm tired. I breathe in your scent, exotic and spicy at the same time; and find myself nuzzling your neck. You moan a little again, your throat vibrating against my cheek; and through our link, I feel you smile. You tighten your hold on me, and I find I can comfortably curl up to you; you're so warm…and I feel so safe…

…I hope one day you do realize I forgive you. That I will always forgive you. Because you're here for me, you protect me, you make me feel safe…and I adore you…

…I think…I…I may even… love you…

…and if you ever decide to read my mind… you'll know that too…

Tenderly, I nuzzle your throat again; and hope that I can do this again some night. And that you don't push me away in the morning, because I know tonight…I'll sleep just fine.

Good night my yami…I love you…

…and as I drift off, I hear his deep rich voice softly in my ear. "I love you too…my light."

-Owari-

Aww… cute but kinda sluggish.

I might write it a two-shot and write about Bakura waking up. I don't think I'll make it a full fic. If you have any ideas please tell me.

To those who still don't get it (probably because I wasn't clear enough), at the end, it meant that Bakura did know Ryou really meant it when he forgave him, because he always does read his mind (the whole thing was in Ryou's POV, therefore in his mind...he heard everything okay)…and Kura loves him back! XD Cute fluff. Anyway…

PLEASE REVIEW!

- Melain