First time trying to write what will hopefully become Angstshipping ._.
I think i can write Ryou...Bakura im not so sure on...Malik and Marik i know im gonna struggle with *u*
Meh hope i do em justice
Winters Snow
I sigh as I stare out of the window, my thoughts running across my mind absently. It had been so long since I'd been back in England. Back home.
Me and my brother weren't realy looking forward to the Family Christmas, not since Dad had abandoned me because of how I chose to live my life, and how Mum would constantly argue at my Brother.
Mum was ill, and was obviously aloud home for this one day. So we always came back to see her.
But this year. This year was different. Because he had made it so. Whist my brother was busy bitching … yes even Bakura bitches about the usual, Marik, Atemu even the new girl in our class who constantly picks fights with him and Marik. I personally think he likes her, but it's hard to tell with Bakura if he likes anything beyond destroying things.
But I tuned out as his face pops unconsciously into my mind, his tanned skin that seems to always remind me of caramel, the bleach blond hair that always seems so smooth to the touch. True he may have been the gayest one out of us, or at least just by looking at him anyway, but still…
I wished I was anywhere but here, I didn't realy like my family that much…ok bar Amane, she was the most adorable little girl ever, though she had dad's features, like the dark hair and eyes, but besides that, everything was mums. She had died before she had reached two though. It's a subject that's never mentioned.
"The quicker we get this over with, the quicker we can fucking get home." I herd my brother hiss as the car came to a stop outside the small home. But if anything, I realy didn't want to be here. Not after everything that had happened and the argument that me and him had before I had left.
I had never felt so angry at anyone before that moment. Because I knew what he was saying wasn't true. Because he had a reputation. And I didn't want that. Not from him or anyone for that matter.
The car door opened up and both me and my brother exited the vehicle, Bakura walking ahead of me as I brought up the small luggage, enough for a few days. Did I mention that I didn't want to be here?
The doors opened and there stood my farther, his dark hair and eyes narrowing in the glare that my brother had already mastered and made his own.
"Oh, its you" he spoke in an acid like tone, I wince when he looked at me, the hate clear in his dark orbs, because of what I was.
"Yhea, like I wanna stay around with you any longer old man"
"Afternoon farther" I answered, placing on the smile that I wore to cover up my discomfort. Before I herd her approach.
"Is that my Ryou?" My mother stood in the hallway, her gray/white hair down and limp, messy with graying eyes which looked so cold and distant as she walked towards me, completely ignoring my brother, like always. Some children would have loved to have been their parent's favorite, but I didn't. I had my reasons, reasons which would go to my eventful grave at some point.
"Oh you've grown so well! And so tall, oh mummy is very, very proud of her baby boy" she cooed, it made my stomach churn in distaste
R&R please
It may give me the motavation to get on with some of these *u*
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