Ryou sighed and flopped onto his bed. He was tired but couldn't fall
asleep. He looked over to his roommate's bed. Another sigh escaped him he
turned over so he wouldn't be able to see Bakura. He was slowly becoming
paranoid. He looked at the latest addition to his fears- a gash along the
back of his arm. He shuddered when he had flash backs of when he received
his cut. He was sure when he looked at his Yami he saw respect and fondness
in his eyes, but how could that be true? He looked at hi scar and it seemed
to confirm that his Yami didn't care. He didn't seem capable of any
emotions other then hate, anger, and sickening bliss. What was it he saw in
people, especially Ryou that made him so violent? Was it something Ryou had
done or said? He shook his head. It couldn't be his fault. He hated that
Yami! How could he, the sweet little boy who everyone thought to be so
gentle, be the re-incarnation of this monster? That must be it, thought the
white haired teen. He hates me because I'm weak. Well, that's his fault! I
keep away from people so he doesn't hurt them! A tear fought to flow down
his cheek. He sniffed it back and buried his head in his pillow.
//Will you stop moving around? What's wrong with you today?//
/If I didn't know you, that tone would make me think you cared. And what do you mean 'What's wrong'?/
//You're screaming mentally. It's been keeping me up since you laid down//
/Well sorry./
//I'm sure.//
/Night./
//Whatever./
"Pass me that shirt will ya?" Ryou asked as he tightened his belt. The blue and white striped shirt came flying across the room and landed on his head.
"I can't believe you're still wearing that." Bakura said as he pulled on a black top with torn holes where the sleeves should have been. Next he buckled up spiked armbands and choker. These and artificially faded jeans made him look somewhat like Yugi had in Battle City, but as soon as the tri- haired boy had seen Bakura wearing the same thing, he had immediately changed styles. The blond Yami's spikes were a half inch longer then what was legal. Ryou knew his Yami's style was a mixed blessing. Hanging around him, he wouldn't be beaten up. At least not by bullies. The problem was answering un-wanted questions about his 'twin'. Bakura read Ryou's look properly and smirked.
"You worried about the teachers again? Well, we'll have to do something about that." Ryou looked over, a horrified look etched on his face.
/What?!?/
"Calm down. I didn't mean that. Although I'm itching for a couple more dealings with the shadow realm."
/You're crazy./
//I know. Isn't it great?//
/What do you think my answer will be?/
//Yes! It's great! Amazing even!//
"I hate you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Ryou said goodbye to Yugi as he and Bakura approached their house. Bakura ruffled his hikari's hair.
"Have a good day at school?"
"No. I heard a teacher screaming, so I'm guessing the Yami section of your class had fun." Ryou replied.
"Actually, the Pharaoh ruined our fun."
"I won't ask. I'll say it again, though I know you don't care. You're crazy Tomb Robber. I hate you." Ryou sped up and went up to his room when they arrived home. Bakura just flopped on the coach.
//There's a good football game on down here.//
/I'm not sitting with you./
//Whatever.//
/Besides, I hate football./
//Wimp.//
/You just say that because you think people coliding is funny./ Ryou retorted.
//That's true.//
/I hate you./
//I know.//
Ryou woke up and went downstairs to make breakfast. When he passed the T.V. room he noticed Bakura wasn't there. He rolled his eyes. What was his Yami up to? He called out mentally as he reached out for the frying pan.
/Where are you?/
//Aww. You care enough to worry about me. How cute. Now don't bug me again. I'm making a bet against Merik.//
/I won't ask what you're betting on./ Ryou replied dryly.
//That's good. You wouldn't want to know. And let me guess. You hate me.//
/Yes. I hate everything about you. Why should I love you?/
Every time we lie awake after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get
but I haven't missed you yet. Every roommate kept awake by every silent scream we make. All the feelings that I get but I still don't missed you yet. Only when I stop and think about it I hate everything about you. Why
do I love you? I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?
Every time we lie awake after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get
but I haven't missed you yet. Every roommate kept awake by every silent scream we make. All the feelings that I get but I still don't missed you yet. Only when I stop and think about it I hate everything about you. Why
do I love you? I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?
Only when I stop to think about you I know. Only when you stop to think about me do you know? I hate everything about you. Why do I love you? You
hate everything about me. Why do you love me?-
//Will you stop moving around? What's wrong with you today?//
/If I didn't know you, that tone would make me think you cared. And what do you mean 'What's wrong'?/
//You're screaming mentally. It's been keeping me up since you laid down//
/Well sorry./
//I'm sure.//
/Night./
//Whatever./
"Pass me that shirt will ya?" Ryou asked as he tightened his belt. The blue and white striped shirt came flying across the room and landed on his head.
"I can't believe you're still wearing that." Bakura said as he pulled on a black top with torn holes where the sleeves should have been. Next he buckled up spiked armbands and choker. These and artificially faded jeans made him look somewhat like Yugi had in Battle City, but as soon as the tri- haired boy had seen Bakura wearing the same thing, he had immediately changed styles. The blond Yami's spikes were a half inch longer then what was legal. Ryou knew his Yami's style was a mixed blessing. Hanging around him, he wouldn't be beaten up. At least not by bullies. The problem was answering un-wanted questions about his 'twin'. Bakura read Ryou's look properly and smirked.
"You worried about the teachers again? Well, we'll have to do something about that." Ryou looked over, a horrified look etched on his face.
/What?!?/
"Calm down. I didn't mean that. Although I'm itching for a couple more dealings with the shadow realm."
/You're crazy./
//I know. Isn't it great?//
/What do you think my answer will be?/
//Yes! It's great! Amazing even!//
"I hate you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Ryou said goodbye to Yugi as he and Bakura approached their house. Bakura ruffled his hikari's hair.
"Have a good day at school?"
"No. I heard a teacher screaming, so I'm guessing the Yami section of your class had fun." Ryou replied.
"Actually, the Pharaoh ruined our fun."
"I won't ask. I'll say it again, though I know you don't care. You're crazy Tomb Robber. I hate you." Ryou sped up and went up to his room when they arrived home. Bakura just flopped on the coach.
//There's a good football game on down here.//
/I'm not sitting with you./
//Whatever.//
/Besides, I hate football./
//Wimp.//
/You just say that because you think people coliding is funny./ Ryou retorted.
//That's true.//
/I hate you./
//I know.//
Ryou woke up and went downstairs to make breakfast. When he passed the T.V. room he noticed Bakura wasn't there. He rolled his eyes. What was his Yami up to? He called out mentally as he reached out for the frying pan.
/Where are you?/
//Aww. You care enough to worry about me. How cute. Now don't bug me again. I'm making a bet against Merik.//
/I won't ask what you're betting on./ Ryou replied dryly.
//That's good. You wouldn't want to know. And let me guess. You hate me.//
/Yes. I hate everything about you. Why should I love you?/
Every time we lie awake after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get
but I haven't missed you yet. Every roommate kept awake by every silent scream we make. All the feelings that I get but I still don't missed you yet. Only when I stop and think about it I hate everything about you. Why
do I love you? I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?
Every time we lie awake after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get
but I haven't missed you yet. Every roommate kept awake by every silent scream we make. All the feelings that I get but I still don't missed you yet. Only when I stop and think about it I hate everything about you. Why
do I love you? I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?
Only when I stop to think about you I know. Only when you stop to think about me do you know? I hate everything about you. Why do I love you? You
hate everything about me. Why do you love me?-