Hello, been a while, no? This is my first Shonen-Ai, so forgive me for a lack of finesse in this area of writing.
On with it!
He's been the only one.
Thief. Outlaw. Scum. Embarrassment. I've been called all of those before, and then some that I dare not to repeat, even here in my head.
But this boy...he hasn't called me one of those. Only Bakura, not even "dark side". Even at the most discriminating, the worst he's called me was "The spirit of the Ring". And that's what made him stick out from the other fools I'm forced now, by Ra, to be around.
This fool, this boy, he's been kind to me too. He offers bandages when I'll come home late, injured from fights. Gives me food, clothing. Gives up his bed for me, even. I....I never slept in a proper bed in Egypt. And he takes the floor, night after night. This causes me worry.
Why does he do this? Maybe he's calculating, waiting to strike. For what? I have nothing, not anymore. And any plots would have been activated by now, by two years had passed.
I think he's just dumb, to do this. What other explanation is there, I wonder. No human could be this kind to a thief. A creature like me.
Then again, I never thought he was human. Not quite an angel, he's too sad for that, but not a human. Maybe a semi-angel? No...there has to be another word. One for a beautiful creature, a kind creature, a creature that has infinite mercy.
Well, whatever that word is, I have hurt one. Beat one. Again and again....
I think they help pain. Older pain, like scars that still burn. These things that the boy is, they help me. I feel bad about hurting them afterwards, but when I beat them again, the regert goes away. Like the pain.
I think I know what I'll call these creatures. I'll call them by his name.
He is a Ryou.
So ends Chapter One. Review if you'd like, and Chapter Two will be up soon. Thanks!