A/N: Well, here it is. My very first fic. ^_^ I'm kinda proud of myself. LOL I'm really nervous about it though. I'm afraid of getting one small detail wrong and having everyone think I don't know anything. (Hey………I'm new at this!) I've also decided that it doesn't matter if I get a lot of reviews or not because I'm just going to feel good about being able to write something that I'm satisfied with for once. Well, now that I'm done rambling, here goes nothing! ^_^
Disclaimer: Nope! Don't own it. ^_^
Sing Down the Moon"Bakura, what are you doing?"
Bakura jumped as he heard Ryou's voice. Thinking fast, he whipped around, coming face-to-face with the said boy. Bakura hastily hid the spatula he held behind his back and laughed nervously.
"What are you doing up so early, Ryou?"
Ryou glared at Bakura. "You didn't answer my question."
"You didn't answer mine either."
"You first."
"Fine!" Bakura growled. He muttered something under his breath and the slightly blush settled on his cheeks.
"What was that, Baku-chan?" Ryou taunted in a sing-songy voice.
"I said I fixed you breakfast," the other boy ground out between clenched teeth. "Are you happy now? You better be because you're answering my question now."
Ryou just laughed and sidled closer. "I have school," he murmured almost distractedly. He placed his hand on Bakura's forehead to feel for a fever. Small wrinkles formed on Ryou's forehead as his eyebrows were drawn close together, heart-felt concern gracing his features. It annoyed Bakura to think that everyone presumed he was either sick or trying to kill them all when he just decided to do something nice once in a while. "You're a little warm. Are you sure you feel okay?"
"I'm fine," Bakura whispered, trying to reassure the smaller of the two that he wasn't really sick. However, he knew that the unusually soft tone of voice he had used just caused even more concern to practically radiate off the boy in waves. "Just go sit down……...the food should ready in a few minutes. I'm sure you'll like it."
Ryou smiled and gladly obeyed, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table. He closed his eyes and unconsciously raked a hand through his shoulder length silver locks. It was an old habit, one that usually meant he was stressing out about something or was in deep thought; thus was the exact circumstance now.
Ryou definitely had a lot of things on his mind, most of which had to do with a certain blonde Egyptian from school. It was true he had liked Malik for some time now, but the problem was: Ryou was sure Malik didn't even know he existed. He probably wouldn't even give him a second glance! Plus, Malik probably wasn't even………like that. He just didn't seem like the type. After all, Ryou had never seen Malik's attention given to anyone but those rabid school slash fan girls. Those idiotic girls would practically swoon at the mere sight of Malik and had even gone as far as starting a fan club dedicated solely for him.
However, he really shouldn't be saying nasty things about those girls because after all, he, Bakura Ryou, was the same way. He just wasn't as………vocal………about it as they were.
Ryou snapped out of his delusions as a plate of food was set in front of him on the small dinner table. Even though he had no clue what it was, it looked absolutely delicious! He'd definitely have to thank Bakura for it. He didn't know what had gotten into the boy, but what ever it was, he sure did like it.
Grinning, Ryou looked up at Bakura to tell him how much his cooking had improved and how good the breakfast looked. But instead, Ryou's attention was drawn to the clock hanging on the opposite wall.
Bakura started when Ryou gasped.
"Bakura, I'm gonna be late for school!" Ryou wailed as he stood up. The chair he previously sat on made a loud "thud" as it collided with the wooden floor.
Ryou clambored up the stairs, taking them two-by-two. He nearly crashed into a wall more than once before he made it to his bedroom. He grabbed the Sennen Ring – an Egyptian artifact his father had gotten on an archaeological dig – from the bedpost and his backpack, then hurried down the staircase once more.
"Bye, Bakura," Ryou yelled as he slipped on his sneakers. The door slammed shut behind him as he left the house, leaving a lonely feeling to linger in the atmosphere.
Back in the kitchen, Bakura sat across from the space Ryou had previously occupied. Silent and unmoving, he gazed forlornly at the meal he had spent so long making – pancakes with syrup; true western food.
Without thinking twice, he grabbed the plate and shuffled over to the garbage can. With a heavy heart, Bakura scraped the dish clean and placed it in the sink.
-=*=-
Ryou hurried through the winding and twisting halls of Domino High School as fast as he could. The last thing he needed was a detention from his ever-grumpy homeroom teacher. After all, he was a good kid and good kids weren't supposed to get in trouble! He laughed mentally at the thought. Sure, he was a teacher's pet, and sure, he was the perfect student in his teachers' eyes, but he was far from being as innocent as he looked.
He really had Bakura to thank for that, because Bakura wasn't just any regular person. He was actually the spirit of the Sennen Ring, and he had taught Ryou a lot of things; teaching Ryou how to stick up for himself and to cuss being two of Bakura's favorite lessons.
It all started a couple of years back. Bakura-san, Ryou's father, had just gotten back from one of his archaeological digs. He had been in Egypt, studying and doing research on ancient artifacts. And as luck had it, when Bakura-san was there, he saw the perfect gift for his son at the marketplace. It was a sort of necklace; on the leather strap hung a large ring that was fitted around a pyramid that was just a bit smaller than the ring itself and on the face of the pyramid was a eye. Around the outside of the ring were five pointed dangles.
When Ryou had received the Sennen Ring, he had been absolutely thrilled. He told Bakura-san over and over that he was the best dad ever, and the rest of the time Bakura-san was there, Ryou practically floated around the house. Yes, it was great to be him. That was, until he met Bakura. After Ryou's father had left to go on another dig about a week later, Bakura appeared for the first time. It had scared Ryou at first, the bad temper and the attitude the spirit had, but after a while he got used to it. They had gotten to know each other and it wasn't that bad. Until Bakura decided he would take over Ryou's body. That made the boy mad and he refused to talk to Bakura for a month. He honestly didn't appreciate his somewhat – and some times total – psychotic yami messing with his friends and putting them in danger. After all, they had originally thought it was him.
Poor Bakura, trying to explain that to his friends. Luckily, Yuugi knew exactly how he felt, because he himself also had a Sennen Item. He owned the Sennen Puzzle, and his yami – unlike Ryou's, who was a tomb robber – was the Pharoah of Egypt millennia ago. Yes, Yuugi knew exactly what it was like to have a yami. And that was why Ryou and Yuugi were best friends; even if their yamis were sworn enemies.
Speaking of Yuugi, Ryou should have met him by the water fountain outside of homeroom exactly fifteen minutes ago. He just hoped Yuugi wasn't going to be mad at him. Still, that didn't seem like the kind and forgiving Motou Yugi he knew. All Ryou would have to do was explain to him that he had been running late today. Yes, Yuugi would understand; the boy wasn't one to get mad over something as ridiculous as that.
Skidding to a halt in front of a long row of lockers, Ryou quickly zoned in on Locker #48 – his locker. His fingers nimbly worked the pad lock and in a matter of a few seconds he had managed to unlock his locker, unpack his backpack, grab his books, and start to make his way back to homeroom.
The halls started to look almost deserted; a sign that meant the bell was bound to ring in a few minutes. Thankfully, it would be easier to get to his classroom without trying to dodge all those people like he had to do earlier.
Ryou hurried around a corner and at the same time bumped into someone, both of them dropping their books.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking and I –" Quiet laughing stopped his stuttering and his looked up into a pair of lavender eyes.
"Malik-kun!" Ryou gasped, with what sounded like nothing less than reverence. "Here, let me help you."
Ryou proceeded to gather up the pile of books on the floor while Malik sized the silver-haired boy up. He looked familiar………
"You're in my homeroom and you're in my math class, aren't you?" Malik asked, finally able to place the boy.
"H-hai," Ryou replied timidly. He swore he could feel his face heat up with embarrassment as he blushed furiously.
Malik just gave him his award-winning smile and gratefully accepted his books from the smaller boy's arms. "Well, Ryou, since we're both going to the same place, why don't I walk you to class?"
Ryou's heart leapt with excitement and his stomach filled with butterflies. "That sounds good."
Ryou smiled inwardly. He had a feeling today was definitely going to be a good day.
-=*=-
End Sing Down the Moon: Part 01
A/N: Wai wai! So………how do you like it so far? Do you think I should continue? Have any suggestions for the plot or the pairings? Have any comments or critism?
Well………I actually like it so far, but I want to know what you guys think. I put a lot of effort into it, so I really want to hear from you. Pretty please with sugar on top. ::gives readers the puppy eyes:: Reviewers get some strawberry pocky! ^.~
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