Title: Because I Care
Author: CanaanAlshea
Pairing: Ryou/Bakura
Summary: He Hurt Himself, And I Fixed Him. That's All There Was To It...
"Bakura?"
"Fuck off!"
I cringed at the sound of my other's angry growl, my hand already resting on the doorknob of our small bathroom. Oh he was pissed. But he was also bleeding; deciding whether or not to tend to his wounds or later tend to his wounded pride was not a difficult decision. Risking his anger, I turned the knob.
"I told you to fuck off," he turned toward the sink, spitting red into the basin and gripping his arm with white fingers. "'Kura..." I sighed, slowly stepping around his bare legs to get to the first aid kit I kept under the sink. I had bought the first one a year ago after he had obtained his own body, not knowing whether or not I would actually need it. I had bought countless more since then; how quickly supplies dwindled. His self destructive habits frightened me, but to let them go unattended wasn't an option anymore. I think he forgot what it was like to be human. He groaned, slamming his head against the wall next to the shower, reaching over my bent head to turn off the sink, "Why can't you just leave it alone, Ryou?"
"...Because I care," I said, shrugging and gesturing for him to sit down. He did so, plopping onto the ledge of the bathtub and leaning his head back, watching me with blood dripping down his lip where he'd bit through flesh. I wound bandages tightly around his arms, administering antiseptic to the fresh ones and to older, healing cuts which were looking red around the edges.
"...Sorry about the floor," he mumbled, "And the mirror..." I looked at the puddles, the broken pieces of glass littering the counter and shrugged, "It's not a big deal. It can be cleaned up and the mirror can be replaced. Not like we really needed one to begin with. You could always tell me when I needed to brush my hair." That got him to smile and I smiled back, kissing the bandage I had applied to his wrist.
"Bakura," I mumbled, resting my head on his lap, staring at his ribs, "You should stop."
"Why should I?" he said casually, running my fingers through his matching white hair and tugging gently when I caught a snag.
"...Because I care," I kissed the scars on his thighs, trying not to look at the redder cuts littered there.
"Well stop it," he sighed, without venom, "Watching you care is exhausting."
I smiled, and he laid his head upon mine.
"I'll clean this up tomorrow," he whispered."
I nodded, kissed his knuckles.
It wasn't so bad this time.