Title: Touch
Author: Neko-chan
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryou doesn't understand.
Notes: Another first line meme ficlet result. This one was done for Sam. Obviously, the pairing is Yami no Bakura/Ryou. -hums to herself-
Ryou didn't understand.
He didn't understand why his yami continued to smile that small, slight, barely-there smile, night after night after night. He didn't understand the whispered words, spoken in a language long dead, one that historians will never have the hope of discovering because, after all, that language died the day that his other half left this earth. Ryou didn't understand why Yuugi and his friends ignored him, drifting away from him.
He didn't understand why his yami had decided to claim him as his very own.
"You're mine."
The words are murmured, purred in the soft twilight that precedes the dawn. Slightly tanned hands are drawn through silver hair, strands of silk that cling to fingertips, as if begging for more of the other's touch. Ryou closes his eyes, hoping that the attention being gifted to him will pass, and prays for sleep.
"You're mine. I won't ever let you go, yadonushi."
The hands wander lower, ghosting over his back. They trace his spine, their touch as gentle and as soft as a butterfly's kiss. Ryou shivers. He doesn't want this, but he cannot summon the energy to open his mouth and say "No." He doesn't even know what he wants anymore--the more the other's hands linger on him, tracing his body, the more he wishes to give in.
He doesn't understand why the other's touch makes him crave more.
"I won't ever let anyone else have you, yadonushi. You're mine."
Ryou didn't understand.
But, then again, Yami no Bakura didn't expect him to.
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