Hyacinthe
By SMYGO4EVA
"It's still taking a while to get used to the cold weather now," the young man of Egyptian origin said, standing next to Ryou's bed, and when Ryou turned on the light, he saw that it was Malik.
It was Malik Ishtar, and he didn't look cold; he just looked angry.
From what he had heard, Malik was always angry.
"Th-This is just a dream," Ryou uttered, and Malik shrugged.
"It's still chilly," he said, lifting the covers and climbing into Ryou's bed like it was the most natural thing in the world, like it was exactly where he belonged.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked, as if he was daring Ryou to object.
"Uh, n-no…I suppose not," Ryou replied, because it was, after all, just a dream.
"Thank you," Malik answered. He then visibly relaxed, sighing, and Ryou felt himself exhale. "You..." Malik began, and then hesitated. "You have kind eyes," he said aloud.
Ryou shook his head. "That is not something anyone has ever before told me."
"You're a lot like the dark spirit in the Millennium Ring," Malik inferred.
"No," Ryou responded, insistent, "No, the spirit and I are nothing alike. Nothing."
Malik smiled. "Maybe not," he replied, moving closer, and when he kissed Ryou, his lips were soft and surprisingly substantial.
Almost real, Ryou mused, but he let the thought go.
This was, after all, just a dream.