Adoring Dominance
A/N: To all who have read my work before, hello! And to those who have not, I hope you enjoy what I have to offer. This idea came totally spur of the moment and I decided, why not write it? My intent is for it to only be a one-shot consisting of a couple chapters, but if you want more, I'll give you more. The only way I'll know is if you review And, to those wondering if "Love Doesn't Have to be Logical" is ever going to be updated, yes it will I just don't know when. Maybe when I'm done with this I'll be motivated enough to go continue on it. I want to put up a few chapters to make up for all the lost months that have gone by between updates. Thanks for putting up with me and hope you like this. Please tell me what you think!!
Contains: Cuteness, fluff, mushy romance, yada yada, and of course, tasty lemon
Chapter 1: Fire and Memories on a Rainy Afternoon
Out of all the strange things to fawn over in life, fire and water had to be one of the most common contradictory interests of all of human nature's positive side. It's funny to some how one can gaze longingly into a fire, their eyes entranced by the vivid dance of the orange-red flames, the brightness calling to your danger instinct, pleading with you seductively to come closer. It won't hurt, fire never hurts. It merely intoxicates it's onlooker, it's secrets challenging you into it's territory.
And the water....something most consider to be a pleasant experience. Most think of it as for in a swimming pool, or a bath, or a calm beautiful ocean stretched out across the beach. But some, those who know better, are well aware of the horror that lies beneath the calm surface, waiting with baited breath to strike at the right moment, taking those nearby off guard. It can be just as dangerous as fire, only instead of burning them, disentigrating their bodies so their souls were left to wander the afterlife, water surrounded you all around, high and low and all sides. At first it feels safe, like a caring mother's womb would, but one spends too long, the caring nature turns its back on you, leaving you to struggle for survival in it's blue green walls.
Yes, fire and water were two very alluring forces of natures to many a human, both very different yet very much the same. Yes most people were very much calmed or stirred by these two powers. Ryou Bakura was no exception.
He released a breath that very much needed letting go, some of his mind spacing leaving him with the air. He sat comfortably on his plush big couch in his living room, staring back and forth between the warm, alluring fire that danced excitedly in the fireplace, and the steady but easy going thunderstorm that took place just beyond his window. The sky was completely coated with big fluffly clouds of dark gray, lightning decorating the sky like an out of place streak of paint. The steady raindrops fell casually from the sky, splattering onto solid surface where ever it touched, soaking and moistening what lay beneath it.
The brightness in his eyes dimmed as he began to grow distant again. He was in a very serious thinking mood this night. Storms ususally did this to him, as it's subdued color atmosphere left very few in pleasant moods. But it was something else too, something much bigger in his mind that had been shouting itself out to Ryou for as far back as his distant memory could recall at the moment. No, the rain had not caused his deep thoughts; it merely amplified it.
He sighed at that point, his big brown eyes drooping as his shifted in his spot, readjusting for his body to grow comfortable once again. Something had been bothering him for quite a while, and try as he might as he struggled and fought with it, he could never win the battle. When he came close to a conclusion, the problem just threw him back down, laughing at him with a gloat as it claimed victory yet again. Yes, he had a problem. And that problem concerned what lots of people considered to be a 'touchy' subject, one not easily brought up, even to those close to you and trustworthy. That topic was called sexuality.
Was he gay? Ryou wondered many times about that question, finding no answers in his search. If someone were to ask him, he couldn't give them a straight answer. He had never been with anybody, not boy or girl. He had had crushes on females as he grew up, but they all contained little seriousness, if at all. He had never gone out with a girl, done anything with a girl, barely spoke to a girl. He had female friends of course, who's company he enjoyed greatly, but nothing sparked suggesting to him it could be more then simple human compassion or friendship. And he had never thought of a boy that way.
Until now that was...that was what caused the white-haired boy to question himself, asking his heart what path it chose for him. He had thought about talking to his father, but Ryou didn't feel quite comfortable enough to discuss it with him. He loved his father very much, and they got along just fine, but they had never had a very close father/son relationship due to his work which took him away more often than not. To bring it up would cause major discomfort and embarrassment, for the both of them. Plus, he was rarely home anyway, and it was just the two of them.
It was then he turned to look at something laying off in the short distance, away from both the fire and the storm. On a small dark wooden chest sat a framed photgraph, rather large for one to be sitting on furniture. The picture consisted of him, his mother and father, and his sister, Amame. He tended not to look at it too often, for it just filled him with great sadness at his past in Britian. His mother and sister had died in a car accident long ago, leaving him and his father heart stricken. They were both very sweet and loving, full of gentleness and charm that attracted many people to them. Amame had only been twelve years old.
He tore his eyes away from the picture to fight back the depression that sought to sink in. No, he would not think about that. Not now, not anymore, or at least very often. He mourned plenty for everyone during the short time after, and struggled horribly to come to grips with things and get on his feet. How he found the strength he may never come to know. But he did, and he moved on. But it didn't change the fact he missed them and still loved them dearly. His heart would always have gaps in the stictches that sewed it back together.
All his saddening thoughts broke away as a noise brought him back to the present, forcing his distant visage to return behind the sweet serene face. It came again, louder but not loud as can be, from his front door. Rising from the couch, he strolled hurriedly to the door, wondering as to who could be over at this time, and in this weather. He opened it cautiously, shocked by what he saw. He was well aware his mouth was hanging open rudely, but it didn't register. His eyes widened, hands frozen on the door, halfway leaning out. Finally, he spoke the first word that came to mind.
"Yugi...?"
End of Chapter 1