This is the main Christmas story I'm writing. It probably won't be
finished by Christmas but I'll try my best. Hope you all enjoy it. And
for once it's not a romance between Ryou and Malik. Then again, I don't
really write romance, do I?
Blah.
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Tis The Season
Warnings: Christmas angst.
Pairings: You'll just have to wait and see.
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Prologue
Brown eyes twinkled excitedly as they watched large fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky. "Batuwa! It's snowing!" A small boy giggled as he finally pulled himself away from the window. He ran back to the only bed in the room and quickly climbed onto the mattress. Those brown eyes looked down at the motionless body, then dulled slightly and the smile disappeared, as he received no response. "Batuwa? Batuwa!" The small boy shook the body.
Matching brown eyes, only glazed and teary with fever, blinked open in confusion. 'Bakura' coughed weakly, "Sorry Ryou. . .guess I dozed off." The ill sixteen-year old mumbled, his coarse white hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Slowly, he turned onto his side toward the small boy that looked just like him.
Ryou pouted slightly as the small five-year old shrugged, "It'th otay. I didn't mean ta waked you." He apologized, feeling guilty at disturbing his suffering brother.
Bakura forced a smile at the boy's pout, wishing he could hold the child, yet knowing they were too close as it was. The last thing he wanted was to make his only family left sick. "Don't worry about it baby, I've been sleeping all day anyway." He tried to reassure the younger boy, but was interrupted by a yawn.
Ryou glared at the other, "You need ta seep! You can't get bedder if you don't seep!" He quickly tucked the blanket around Bakura's shoulders, causing the bed-ridden boy to chuckle hoarsely. Ryou ignored him however, and lay down in the small cove that Bakura's body made and the older sibling curled around the smaller form protectively. "When you get bedder, can we go pway outside in the snow?" Ryou wondered softly, mostly just wanting his brother better.
Bakura smiled, one that couldn't have been forced as he gently kissed the top of the silver crowned head. "I promise."
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. . .
Blah.
- - -
Tis The Season
Warnings: Christmas angst.
Pairings: You'll just have to wait and see.
- - -
Prologue
Brown eyes twinkled excitedly as they watched large fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky. "Batuwa! It's snowing!" A small boy giggled as he finally pulled himself away from the window. He ran back to the only bed in the room and quickly climbed onto the mattress. Those brown eyes looked down at the motionless body, then dulled slightly and the smile disappeared, as he received no response. "Batuwa? Batuwa!" The small boy shook the body.
Matching brown eyes, only glazed and teary with fever, blinked open in confusion. 'Bakura' coughed weakly, "Sorry Ryou. . .guess I dozed off." The ill sixteen-year old mumbled, his coarse white hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Slowly, he turned onto his side toward the small boy that looked just like him.
Ryou pouted slightly as the small five-year old shrugged, "It'th otay. I didn't mean ta waked you." He apologized, feeling guilty at disturbing his suffering brother.
Bakura forced a smile at the boy's pout, wishing he could hold the child, yet knowing they were too close as it was. The last thing he wanted was to make his only family left sick. "Don't worry about it baby, I've been sleeping all day anyway." He tried to reassure the younger boy, but was interrupted by a yawn.
Ryou glared at the other, "You need ta seep! You can't get bedder if you don't seep!" He quickly tucked the blanket around Bakura's shoulders, causing the bed-ridden boy to chuckle hoarsely. Ryou ignored him however, and lay down in the small cove that Bakura's body made and the older sibling curled around the smaller form protectively. "When you get bedder, can we go pway outside in the snow?" Ryou wondered softly, mostly just wanting his brother better.
Bakura smiled, one that couldn't have been forced as he gently kissed the top of the silver crowned head. "I promise."
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