Open up your eyes
Ryou looked about his apartment, it was so empty and quiet without anyone else there. No friends, no family… and no annoying, loving, asshole of a spirit. The silverette grit his teeth and walked out, trudging down the buildings stairs, he pulled the long black coat that had once belonged to the spirit, closer around himself.
What is your name?
I told you, it's Bakura…
Liar…
Hnn, yeah, it's Akefia.
Akefia…
He remembered that conversation, the day they stood together in his soul room and was honest, confessing and gentle. They'd told the truth to each other and had spent hours together, whether it was talking or making love.
He had called Bakura, Akefia ever since that day and the pair began to draw closer to each other.
It wasn't until the Dark RPG that they'd been separated from each other; Ryou was trapped in his soul room, unknowing of what the spirit was doing to his friends and the Pharaoh with his body. It had shattered him when Bakura had smiled and vanished, using the last seconds he had to enter Ryous soul room and see him one last time. When he'd woken on the stairs of Egypt, he'd cried quietly behind the others backs from his lost.
He'd loved Bakura and the spirit had slowly shown affection back, slowly loving him through time. It had been five long years.
Sighing he stepped out of the building and closed the door behind him and locked it. It was winter, but not yet snowing to his luck. Looking down at the steps of his home he saw a small boy curled at the bottom, shivering from lack of warm clothes.
The silverette kneeled down beside him and shook his shoulder. Pale purple eyes blinked and the boy shrunk back. His stark white hair was messed and pointed out in every direction, his shin was tanned and clear tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.
"What's wrong?" Ryou asked gently, his own large chocolate eyes softening. "Are you lost? Where's your family?"
The small boy took in a sharp breath and clenched his eyes shut. "I don't have a family! I was chased out of the alley that I was sleeping in by some scary men!"
Ryou blinked and wrapped an arm around the boy. He hushed the younger and rubbed his back, using his other hand to wipe away the tears. "It's okay, you're safe now," He whispered. "I can help you. I live in this building, so I can give you something to eat and warmer clothes. Would you like that?"
The little boy blinked and flung himself onto a surprised Ryou, clinging to him tightly. "No ones ever been nice to me before!" the boy cried, muffled by Ryous shoulder. "They all looked at me all nasty! And hurt me!"
Ryou swallowed and pulled away with a small smile. "I wouldn't do that, come with me and I'll look after you." He stood up and reached out his hand.
The boy sniffled and grasped the olders waiting hands and allowed himself to be lead inside the warm apartment block. "Will you keep me?"
"Maybe, I could never leave you out there," Ryou said, somehow the boy felt familiar. Was it that the boy was alone? Like himself and Bakura was? Or did he just feel some maternal instinct for someone in need?
"I'm Akefia," the boy piped, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "What's your name?"
Ryou stopped and blinked… Akefia? He smiled and stepped forward again. "I'm Ryou… Ryou Bakura."