DISCLAIMER: I no own Yu Gi Oh ... too poor...
ONE
WINTER SNOW
Ryou sat huddled in the corner of his room shivering at the harsh cold, cursing himself mentally for being so weak. His gaze fell to the Sennen Ring that lay on his table, glinting innocently on his table. Bakura. His yami.
In his heart, there was a pain, for Bakura hated him, he knew, from the way he ignored him, or hit him. Ryou hurt, not because of the physical pain Bakura inflicted on him, but because his heart broke every time his yami declared that he hated him.
The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking Ryou's train of thoughts. Slowly, he made his way downstairs. He knew it wasn't Bakura, for he had his own set of keys, or could just lock pick his way in if he wanted.
Yugi stood outside, his left hand entwined with Yami's right hand. Both blushed lightly, but didn't let go. Ryou smiled awkwardly at them.
"Yugi, Yami," he nodded, tugging his windbreaker closer. "Sorry, guys, but it's rather cold inside; my heater broke down."
"It's okay." Yami assured firmly and entered the house. Yugi followed suit with a slight apologetic smile on his kindly features.
"I brought you your homework, since you weren't at school today." he said, passing the papers to Ryou.
"Ryou, do you want to stay over at our place? You don't look so well, and it's cold in here." Yami offered.
"No, thanks. I'm worried for Bakura; he can't take care of himself without my help." Ryou said after a bout of sneezes.
"Okay, but don't hesitate to call us if you have any problems. We'll help you." Yugi told him.
Yami glanced around, "Where's the tomb robber?"
"He's out with Marik and Malik. At some bar, I think." Ryou answered softly, eyes downcast. Yugi caught that sad expression before it slipped away.
His look was so sad, and miserable. Yugi's heart went out to him.
"Ryou, we'll be going now, Gramps need us to look after the shop. Take care of yourself, k? Come back to school only when you're well, we'll be glad to pass you the homework." Yugi said.
Ryou nodded and closed the door behind them. He then slumped down on the floor and fell asleep.
"Oi, Bakura! You warmed up yet?" Malik yelled over the loud music.
Bakura smirked, causing the group of girls crowding around him to giggle and swoon. "What would you say?"
"You should be on fire now." Marik said dryly, sharpening the dagger of the Sennen Rod.
"You're probably just jealous," Bakura retorted, "No girls are hanging around you."
"Do you think they dare? With him and that dagger?" Malik pointed out.
"I have no need for a girl as long as I have you." Marik purred, moving closer to his hikari.
Malik leered, "Anytime for you, my dear yami." he breathed lightly into Marik's ear. Marik turned swiftly and captured his lips. It was gentle at first, and then it got rough.
"Hey, you two, get a room." Bakura snapped.
Malik blushed, and Marik went to his hikari's defense . "Envious 'coz your own hikari won't give you any?" he sneered.
Bakura glared. "Who will want him, that pathetic wimp?"
"Give him to me then, I would just love to break him." Marik suggested, a dangerous glint coming into his amethyst eyes.
"Touch him and you'll die." Bakura threatened.
"Ooh, someone's being possessive." Malik teased.
"Ryou's mine. Only I'm allowed to do anything to him." Bakura snarled, growing angry.
"Then go home to him, instead." Malik advised. "Tell him how you feel. But no hitting!" Malik was fiercely protective of the British boy, treating him as the younger brother he never had.
"I'll play nice, if that's what you mean." Bakura snapped.
It was dark when he finally got home. There were no lights on at all.
"He must be asleep." Bakura thought, taking extra care to be quiet. "Huh? What's that?" The outside street light reflected, and Bakura could make out a flash of white hair.
"Ryou? "He called softly. A shiver confirmed his guess. It was his hikari.
He opened the door wider, and Ryou fell slumped onto his feet.
Bakura picked up the smaller boy quietly. Ra, he was so light and thin. Long snow white hair fell over his face, accenting his soft features in the pale moonlight.
Ryou snuggled closer to the source of warmth. He was just so cold, though in the deep recesses of his mind, he wondered if the heater was working again. He didn't think long though, as he drifted off in a deep, contended sleep.
Bakura tried to walk as slowly and as quietly as he could to avoid waking Ryou up.
ONE
WINTER SNOW
Ryou sat huddled in the corner of his room shivering at the harsh cold, cursing himself mentally for being so weak. His gaze fell to the Sennen Ring that lay on his table, glinting innocently on his table. Bakura. His yami.
In his heart, there was a pain, for Bakura hated him, he knew, from the way he ignored him, or hit him. Ryou hurt, not because of the physical pain Bakura inflicted on him, but because his heart broke every time his yami declared that he hated him.
The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking Ryou's train of thoughts. Slowly, he made his way downstairs. He knew it wasn't Bakura, for he had his own set of keys, or could just lock pick his way in if he wanted.
Yugi stood outside, his left hand entwined with Yami's right hand. Both blushed lightly, but didn't let go. Ryou smiled awkwardly at them.
"Yugi, Yami," he nodded, tugging his windbreaker closer. "Sorry, guys, but it's rather cold inside; my heater broke down."
"It's okay." Yami assured firmly and entered the house. Yugi followed suit with a slight apologetic smile on his kindly features.
"I brought you your homework, since you weren't at school today." he said, passing the papers to Ryou.
"Ryou, do you want to stay over at our place? You don't look so well, and it's cold in here." Yami offered.
"No, thanks. I'm worried for Bakura; he can't take care of himself without my help." Ryou said after a bout of sneezes.
"Okay, but don't hesitate to call us if you have any problems. We'll help you." Yugi told him.
Yami glanced around, "Where's the tomb robber?"
"He's out with Marik and Malik. At some bar, I think." Ryou answered softly, eyes downcast. Yugi caught that sad expression before it slipped away.
His look was so sad, and miserable. Yugi's heart went out to him.
"Ryou, we'll be going now, Gramps need us to look after the shop. Take care of yourself, k? Come back to school only when you're well, we'll be glad to pass you the homework." Yugi said.
Ryou nodded and closed the door behind them. He then slumped down on the floor and fell asleep.
"Oi, Bakura! You warmed up yet?" Malik yelled over the loud music.
Bakura smirked, causing the group of girls crowding around him to giggle and swoon. "What would you say?"
"You should be on fire now." Marik said dryly, sharpening the dagger of the Sennen Rod.
"You're probably just jealous," Bakura retorted, "No girls are hanging around you."
"Do you think they dare? With him and that dagger?" Malik pointed out.
"I have no need for a girl as long as I have you." Marik purred, moving closer to his hikari.
Malik leered, "Anytime for you, my dear yami." he breathed lightly into Marik's ear. Marik turned swiftly and captured his lips. It was gentle at first, and then it got rough.
"Hey, you two, get a room." Bakura snapped.
Malik blushed, and Marik went to his hikari's defense . "Envious 'coz your own hikari won't give you any?" he sneered.
Bakura glared. "Who will want him, that pathetic wimp?"
"Give him to me then, I would just love to break him." Marik suggested, a dangerous glint coming into his amethyst eyes.
"Touch him and you'll die." Bakura threatened.
"Ooh, someone's being possessive." Malik teased.
"Ryou's mine. Only I'm allowed to do anything to him." Bakura snarled, growing angry.
"Then go home to him, instead." Malik advised. "Tell him how you feel. But no hitting!" Malik was fiercely protective of the British boy, treating him as the younger brother he never had.
"I'll play nice, if that's what you mean." Bakura snapped.
It was dark when he finally got home. There were no lights on at all.
"He must be asleep." Bakura thought, taking extra care to be quiet. "Huh? What's that?" The outside street light reflected, and Bakura could make out a flash of white hair.
"Ryou? "He called softly. A shiver confirmed his guess. It was his hikari.
He opened the door wider, and Ryou fell slumped onto his feet.
Bakura picked up the smaller boy quietly. Ra, he was so light and thin. Long snow white hair fell over his face, accenting his soft features in the pale moonlight.
Ryou snuggled closer to the source of warmth. He was just so cold, though in the deep recesses of his mind, he wondered if the heater was working again. He didn't think long though, as he drifted off in a deep, contended sleep.
Bakura tried to walk as slowly and as quietly as he could to avoid waking Ryou up.