Hello, this is my first fanfiction being posted onto this site. I'm not going to ramble on and on about it, but I will warn you. The story is about Bakura and Ryou, my two favorite characters. Of course the other characters will be in here, showing their faces and sharing the same page, but it's not about them.
Anyway, enjoy reading and if you don't like it, you don't have to read- It wont hurt my feelings. Thank you.
I do not own Yugioh or the characters in this fanfic. Unless there are made up fill in characters. Those come straight out of my mind.
White hair flowed over cream sheets that lay a mess on the bed. Pale sunlight from the morning was creeping in from the window. Softly there was finally movement. There was a bruise on a pale arm, making it stand out quite well compared to most things. Actually, a lot stood out on this boy's skin, whatever he wore looked brighter. Ryou's eyes were a dull chocolate brown. The sweet melted chocolate that covered his irises was washed but a blank look. Another mark stained his cheek and he was sore. His Yami might be able to explain all of this, but he had no energy to go ask for an explanation. Quietly, his body was forced by his lacking will to stand and make the bed, hands fumbling over sheets.
"Hello?" He spoke softly, trying not to disturb anyone in the room; if there was anyone in the room. It would have been better if he had said nothing, but surprising someone couldn't be any better, especially if they weren't in a pleasant mood. There was no answer thankfully, and he got his school uniform on and brushed his messy locks of white hair. Light was finally starting to enter his tired eyes that searched over his arms as he lifted his sleeves and checked under his clothes. He traced a bruise lightly and questioned when that one had made it there, but quickly pushed the thought aside.
His door opened with a creak and he winced at a shuffling sound in the room nearest to his own. If he could manage just getting out of the house without any trouble, he wouldn't have to lie about anything major at school. He grasped a bottle of pale slightly skin toned lotion. It was a cover up that Ryou managed to get his hands on. He had gotten use to putting on marks that would be noticeable during the day. Walking to the kitchen was easy for all he had known, it was quiet and he was putting the seemingly magical lotion on marks that he could see easily.
"Might as well be thankful I woke up with minor ones," He started to speak to himself, the quiet started to make him feel lonely, even though he might as well like the silence better than harsh words. "Who knows what the others might have thought about everything?" Ryou smiled slightly, actually happy about what might be in store for him today. Eyes shut, he spun around with a slightly pleasant atmosphere about him then stopped. His hand that held the bottle of lotion grazed something warm and soft. His brown eyes blinked open with slight shock and he stared at who he was hoping he wouldn't have the pleasure of running into this morning. Simply, he put a weak smile on his face, an innocent smile.
"Good morning, Kura-kun," He felt a slight sting on his hand and heard the sharp sound of a slap. He glanced down at his now empty hand and the broken bottle on the floor. The only reply from his Yami at the moment. He fell silent and looked up at the stern expression that questioned him. He started to question why he bothered to get out of bed this morning and opened his mouth to explain.
"Shut up, and pick up the mess. Don't say another word to me unless it's good news for me to hear." Harsh word that were bitter and cold slipped out of Bakura's mouth. He walked away to being just outside the kitchen, unhappy with his Hikari's actions with covering up the marks he had put on him. Not like most of the marks were on purpose, but he would rather have a bit of respect that he even gives the boy the satisfaction of being around him. He could be alone for all he cared. It was a total accident that he even had a body of his own because of those foolish idiots Ryou makes him call friends. He could hear the scrambling of hands on tiles trying not to get cut on pieces of a pathetic bottle. Bakura muttered something under his breath and trudged back over to him. Bending down and swiping up the rest of the mess he threw it away. He moved his hair a bit and folded his arms over his chest.
"Don't you need to get going?" His narrowed eyes were on Ryou as he stood up and rinsed off his hands. He watched him turn and lean on the counter so that they were facing each other but as soon as their eyes made contact, the boy frowned.
"You're not going to go as well? It might be a good idea to follow the law and go to school if you don't want to get into any trouble." Biting down on his lip he thought for a moment, knowing that Bakura wasn't happy about the idea. "I have an extra uniform, you know that." He felt a tight grip on his shirt and he tensed. He looked up at him with hope, just a bit, but he wanted that hope to be enough to make him change his mind. It had been months and everyone else had people convinced that Atem was Yugi cousin and that Marik had a brother that annoyed him to death at home as it was. He couldn't get Bakura to stand up and go out there to just lie again and say he was someone he knew, or something. It was a painful time just trying to deal with the ordeal by himself at home even when the others would try to come and nag at his Yami to get him to join in. It was all works of failure But today; maybe today he could finally get him try the school life and not while he's taking over his body.
"Are the pharaoh and Marik going to your school? If so," He could have had a glimmer of hope but then it started to walk away for Bakura obviously knew the answer to that. " No." That hit hard since he had been hoping that Bakura would finally give the whole idea a chance. The sting from the brush off was worse than the bruise on his cheek that he found earlier this morning. He was let go coldly, and the slight wind that passed between them was like a wall forming. Grabbing his things he walked to the door without grabbing anything to eat. He could hear slight try of a 'Goodbye', a try of a 'Have a nice day' but it was far to grim and depressing for him make much out of it. A glance back over his shoulder gave him the chance to catch sight of his Yami heading up for his own room probably.
This was a swell way to start the day wasn't it? He had woken up sore and tired with marks in visible places and not mention the harsh good morning from Bakura. He might as well have called it a day now before it got to something worse later since it didn't feel like a good morning anymore.