Well, actually, I'm writing this tonight instead of doing another part to my Notebook story. i just couldn't get anything down... Probably due to my terrible procrastination. Really, I'll finish it. But I dont want it to be crappy. So, to give my self tomorrow to work on it, I'm starting this little collection. It'll be one or two, or maybe even three little fluffy one-shotty autumn/halloween stories to keep you happy. Read on and enjoy~

Vivid colors, as bright as the sun, covered every inch of vision. A wonderful yellow, a red that glowed like blood, and orange like the pumpkins at the market. Bakura tried his best to not seem impressed. It was the first fall this beautiful he had seen in a thousand years. Here, next to his was-landlord, wandering down a trail behind their house, walking on his new legs in his new body, was the only way he could think to have this experience again. The smaller figure next to him wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck. The gorgeous boy was just as breath-taking as the scenery. His tight jeans were a soft blue, like the sky above them. His jacket was a light tan, and the scarf wrapped around his neck was blue and white striped. On his tiny fragile hands were two white knit gloves, the mitts buttoned back so he still had fingers. Those wonderful fingers were twined through Bakura's bigger rougher ones.

Still the older albino tried to keep his shallow sense of pride. The more the younger asked how he liked it, the more he denied feeling anything other then cold. He hadnt bundled up as much as Ryou had. He wore only a pair of lose jeans, a dark blue, a white shirt and a black jacket.

Half way along the trail, just as it started looping back towards their house, the wide eyed boy turned to his partner, smiling.

"Kura-kun," he said bashfully, his shy trembling arms wrapping carefully around Bakura's waist. "I know you don't mind it out here. You don't hate it as much as you say you do."

At times it was as if the two shared a mind link again. All their years together seemed to give them an uncanny ability to always know how the other was feeling.

"Kura-kun, we're almost home. Don't worry," his voice was sugar sweet and as smooth as glass.

Again Bakura gave no response. He merely gazed down at his wonderful partner, completely speachless. He caressed the snow white skin of the younger's cheek, and tilted his face up by the chin. Slowly he leaned down, allowing Ryou's heart rate to have a chance to spike, before softly pressing their lips together. The kiss depened, and after several minutes, Ryou pulled away. A furious blush was spread over his cheeks. No matter how many times the two kissed, and no matter much time he spent with Bakura, his deep sense of devotion never faltered and each kiss was as amazing as the first.

Their hands found each others again and the started back towards the house. The deep voice spoke up over the crunching leaves.

"Yes, aibou, it's beautiful out here. And you are the reason why," he spoke just loud enough for Ryou to hear him. A small smile spread over his gentile features.

They kept off down the worn path, heading for home. There Ryou would make some lovely hot cider and the two would enjoy some quiet time together, watching the fall sun set out their window.

~M~

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading.