A/N: Well, after Pixi Stix I wanted to do something fluffy with Ryou and
Bakura that involved sugar. It just got somewhat long for me, so I decided
to post it in more than one chapter. My first R/B fic! Reviews are very
much appreciated.
Disclaimer: YuGiOh ain't mine, and neither are Ryou or Bakura. *thinks a minute* Damn.
Ryou sighed, leaning back in his chair. He had been trying to concentrate on his science homework, but his brain was already half-asleep. He had already waded through his 8-page history review, finished the last ten problems of his math assignment, and written his book report for English. Ryou glanced over at the clock.
"Ten-fifteen already," Ryou said as he yawned loudly. He was trying as hard as he could to concentrate on the chemical formulas in front of him, but his brain was very tired and it's not like finding the atomic mass of a boron atom intrigued him all that much. Plus, he had other things occupying his mind.
The day after tomorrow was Ryou's birthday, and his parents had just left on a business trip that morning. They wouldn't be back for another five days. Ryou knew that they didn't have any real choice in the matter, but the same thing had happened the year before, and the albino was beginning to feel somewhat bitter about it.
He knew his friends would give him a party either at lunch or after school, but Ryou was still lonely when he got home and there was no one there. Well, that had changed slightly in the past year, Ryou told himself as he smiled slightly. Now, Bakura was there, and that was comforting.
Said yami, meanwhile, was sitting in his soul room trying to figure out where the depressing emotions in his hikari were coming from. The fact that he couldn't was annoying him to no end. So, when Ryou finally put away his science homework and got up from his desk, Bakura ventured to ask him what was wrong.
/Ryou?/
//Yes, yami?//
/Is something wrong?/
There was silence from his hikari for a few moments. Bakura had been bored stiff all evening because of the outrageous amount of homework Ryou had, and he was worried about his light anyways, so he came instantly out of the Ring to slip his arms around Ryou's waist.
/I know something's wrong, you've been pensive all evening/
//Yeah//
Ryou lay his head back on Bakura's shoulder, then said softly, "Well, my birthday is the day after tomorrow, and for the second time in a row my mom and dad aren't going to be there. I know it's not really that big of a deal, but it still kind of bothers me."
Bakura frowned. He hadn't actually met Ryou's parents or anything, but he had seen enough of them to know that they tended to neglect Ryou a bit. Ryou had told him once that they didn't do it on purpose, they were just really busy. Oftentimes, they would be off on business trips or would get home from work extremely late. It made Ryou sad sometimes, but Bakura had promised months ago that he wouldn't send any creatures of destruction after anyone anymore, so he had to content himself with comforting his hikari.
/Is there something I can do to make you feel better?/
Ryou smiled. His yami had changed so much since when they had first met. The unconditional love that Ryou gave Bakura had seemed to crumble the cold, iron walls that the spirit had set up around his heart, and even though he was protective of his hikari to the point of extreme possessiveness, it was a definite improvement.
"It's okay, Bakura. It's not that big of a deal. You really shouldn't worry about-" Ryou was cut off as Bakura began kissing his way down his light's neck.
/Worry about what, love?/
There was no reply as Ryou turned himself around and pushed Bakura down on to the bed.
"I thought you were tired," Bakura said with a cat-like grin as Ryou crawled on top of him.
"So you got me in the right mood. Sue me," the smaller albino replied, unbuttoning Bakura's shirt.
"I'm not complaining, I was just saying-"
"Shut up and kiss me, 'Kura."
/With pleasure./
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The next morning, Ryou was running around frantically trying to pull on his shirt and shove his books into his bag at the same time. Bakura opened one eye a crack, and he watched his hikari hop around on one foot as he tried to pull his shoes on.
Bakura sat up as Ryou left the room. A few seconds later, his light ran back into the room and gave Bakura a peck on the cheek. "Love you, 'Kura, see you after school!" He then ran out the door, and Bakura could hear his footsteps as he dashed down the stairs. The front door slammed, and Bakura was alone for the day. Alone, and with a plot forming in his head.
Ryou had explained what modern-day people did for birthdays, so Bakura had some small idea of what to do. First of all, you make a birthday cake for them. Second, you sing them a little birthday song and they blow out the candles on the cake. Third, you give them a present for their birthday.
Bakura lazily got dressed and went downstairs. He fixed himself one of the few breakfast dishes he could easily make, which was Lucky Charms, and thought some more about the birthday surprise he was concocting.
The spirit of the Ring was pretty sure that he could make a cake as long as he had directions to follow, and it wasn't like candles or that song would be any problem. Just as long as there was nobody around but Ryou to hear him sing. Bakura shuddered at the thought of that pharaoh hearing him sing happy birthday. He would never, ever live that down.
The only thing that the tomb robber thought might be a more serious problem was what to get Ryou for his birthday. He hadn't actually gotten his light any presents before, and asking Ryou what he wanted would completely ruin the crucial element of surprise.
Bakura sauntered back upstairs and looked around his hikari's room. He momentarily looked through the shelf of books that Ryou had, but dismissed a book as a present almost immediately. Bakura decided that movies were out, as well, and Ryou's parents had already replaced all of the household appliances that Bakura had used.
And it wasn't like Ryou was going to be very impressed by any of those things, Bakura told himself. He needed something good, something really, really good. The only problem was that the really, really good thing he needed wasn't quite coming to mind.
/You could ask someone else/ a practical voice said in the back of his head. Bakura's more prideful side was about to retort, but since he didn't really have any other option, he tried to think of people he could ask.
/Well, let's see. The pharaoh's hikari is at school, so that wouldn't work. Hell, most of his friends are at school. His parents aren't even here, not that I could talk to them anyways, and the only people left that I actually know are-/ Bakura's train of thought stopped. The only ones that were left were Yami Malik and the pharaoh.
Bakura wasn't about to ask Yami Malik about anything. His first impression of the Rod's spirit had been that he was a complete and total lunatic, and that impression had stuck pretty well. But that left just the pharaoh.
"Damn."
The albino argued with himself until it was almost noon. On the one hand, he told himself that he didn't need to ask the pharaoh for anything, and that he would never hear the end of it if he had to ask that annoying pharaoh for help.
The other side said that it didn't like the pharaoh either, but honestly, what other real choice did he have? Unless he could come up with something on his own, which he hadn't all morning.
Bakura finally made a deal between the two sides. He'd ask the pharaoh in the most casual way possible, and if the pharaoh's advice actually got him somewhere, then great. And if the pharaoh instead turned out to be completely and utterly useless and just laughed or something to that effect, Bakura would just send him to the Shadow Realm.
As he shut the front door, Bakura nodded to himself satisfactorily and headed down the street towards Yugi's house.
A/N: Good lord, where did all this FLUFF come from? I was thinking about depressing things all day, so where on earth does this fit in?! Oh, screw it. Review, and you'll get more fluffiness!
Disclaimer: YuGiOh ain't mine, and neither are Ryou or Bakura. *thinks a minute* Damn.
Ryou sighed, leaning back in his chair. He had been trying to concentrate on his science homework, but his brain was already half-asleep. He had already waded through his 8-page history review, finished the last ten problems of his math assignment, and written his book report for English. Ryou glanced over at the clock.
"Ten-fifteen already," Ryou said as he yawned loudly. He was trying as hard as he could to concentrate on the chemical formulas in front of him, but his brain was very tired and it's not like finding the atomic mass of a boron atom intrigued him all that much. Plus, he had other things occupying his mind.
The day after tomorrow was Ryou's birthday, and his parents had just left on a business trip that morning. They wouldn't be back for another five days. Ryou knew that they didn't have any real choice in the matter, but the same thing had happened the year before, and the albino was beginning to feel somewhat bitter about it.
He knew his friends would give him a party either at lunch or after school, but Ryou was still lonely when he got home and there was no one there. Well, that had changed slightly in the past year, Ryou told himself as he smiled slightly. Now, Bakura was there, and that was comforting.
Said yami, meanwhile, was sitting in his soul room trying to figure out where the depressing emotions in his hikari were coming from. The fact that he couldn't was annoying him to no end. So, when Ryou finally put away his science homework and got up from his desk, Bakura ventured to ask him what was wrong.
/Ryou?/
//Yes, yami?//
/Is something wrong?/
There was silence from his hikari for a few moments. Bakura had been bored stiff all evening because of the outrageous amount of homework Ryou had, and he was worried about his light anyways, so he came instantly out of the Ring to slip his arms around Ryou's waist.
/I know something's wrong, you've been pensive all evening/
//Yeah//
Ryou lay his head back on Bakura's shoulder, then said softly, "Well, my birthday is the day after tomorrow, and for the second time in a row my mom and dad aren't going to be there. I know it's not really that big of a deal, but it still kind of bothers me."
Bakura frowned. He hadn't actually met Ryou's parents or anything, but he had seen enough of them to know that they tended to neglect Ryou a bit. Ryou had told him once that they didn't do it on purpose, they were just really busy. Oftentimes, they would be off on business trips or would get home from work extremely late. It made Ryou sad sometimes, but Bakura had promised months ago that he wouldn't send any creatures of destruction after anyone anymore, so he had to content himself with comforting his hikari.
/Is there something I can do to make you feel better?/
Ryou smiled. His yami had changed so much since when they had first met. The unconditional love that Ryou gave Bakura had seemed to crumble the cold, iron walls that the spirit had set up around his heart, and even though he was protective of his hikari to the point of extreme possessiveness, it was a definite improvement.
"It's okay, Bakura. It's not that big of a deal. You really shouldn't worry about-" Ryou was cut off as Bakura began kissing his way down his light's neck.
/Worry about what, love?/
There was no reply as Ryou turned himself around and pushed Bakura down on to the bed.
"I thought you were tired," Bakura said with a cat-like grin as Ryou crawled on top of him.
"So you got me in the right mood. Sue me," the smaller albino replied, unbuttoning Bakura's shirt.
"I'm not complaining, I was just saying-"
"Shut up and kiss me, 'Kura."
/With pleasure./
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning, Ryou was running around frantically trying to pull on his shirt and shove his books into his bag at the same time. Bakura opened one eye a crack, and he watched his hikari hop around on one foot as he tried to pull his shoes on.
Bakura sat up as Ryou left the room. A few seconds later, his light ran back into the room and gave Bakura a peck on the cheek. "Love you, 'Kura, see you after school!" He then ran out the door, and Bakura could hear his footsteps as he dashed down the stairs. The front door slammed, and Bakura was alone for the day. Alone, and with a plot forming in his head.
Ryou had explained what modern-day people did for birthdays, so Bakura had some small idea of what to do. First of all, you make a birthday cake for them. Second, you sing them a little birthday song and they blow out the candles on the cake. Third, you give them a present for their birthday.
Bakura lazily got dressed and went downstairs. He fixed himself one of the few breakfast dishes he could easily make, which was Lucky Charms, and thought some more about the birthday surprise he was concocting.
The spirit of the Ring was pretty sure that he could make a cake as long as he had directions to follow, and it wasn't like candles or that song would be any problem. Just as long as there was nobody around but Ryou to hear him sing. Bakura shuddered at the thought of that pharaoh hearing him sing happy birthday. He would never, ever live that down.
The only thing that the tomb robber thought might be a more serious problem was what to get Ryou for his birthday. He hadn't actually gotten his light any presents before, and asking Ryou what he wanted would completely ruin the crucial element of surprise.
Bakura sauntered back upstairs and looked around his hikari's room. He momentarily looked through the shelf of books that Ryou had, but dismissed a book as a present almost immediately. Bakura decided that movies were out, as well, and Ryou's parents had already replaced all of the household appliances that Bakura had used.
And it wasn't like Ryou was going to be very impressed by any of those things, Bakura told himself. He needed something good, something really, really good. The only problem was that the really, really good thing he needed wasn't quite coming to mind.
/You could ask someone else/ a practical voice said in the back of his head. Bakura's more prideful side was about to retort, but since he didn't really have any other option, he tried to think of people he could ask.
/Well, let's see. The pharaoh's hikari is at school, so that wouldn't work. Hell, most of his friends are at school. His parents aren't even here, not that I could talk to them anyways, and the only people left that I actually know are-/ Bakura's train of thought stopped. The only ones that were left were Yami Malik and the pharaoh.
Bakura wasn't about to ask Yami Malik about anything. His first impression of the Rod's spirit had been that he was a complete and total lunatic, and that impression had stuck pretty well. But that left just the pharaoh.
"Damn."
The albino argued with himself until it was almost noon. On the one hand, he told himself that he didn't need to ask the pharaoh for anything, and that he would never hear the end of it if he had to ask that annoying pharaoh for help.
The other side said that it didn't like the pharaoh either, but honestly, what other real choice did he have? Unless he could come up with something on his own, which he hadn't all morning.
Bakura finally made a deal between the two sides. He'd ask the pharaoh in the most casual way possible, and if the pharaoh's advice actually got him somewhere, then great. And if the pharaoh instead turned out to be completely and utterly useless and just laughed or something to that effect, Bakura would just send him to the Shadow Realm.
As he shut the front door, Bakura nodded to himself satisfactorily and headed down the street towards Yugi's house.
A/N: Good lord, where did all this FLUFF come from? I was thinking about depressing things all day, so where on earth does this fit in?! Oh, screw it. Review, and you'll get more fluffiness!