Disclaimer: I own neither Yu-Gi-Oh, nor the characters Ryou Bakura and Yami no Bakura. Kazuki Takahashi does.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Whimper. Thump. Thump. Thump. Sob. Thumb. Thump. Thump. THUMP. Crash. A short cry. The rhythm is broken. One figure looks down on the other, the faint moonlight from the window not enough to show his expression. He turns and leaves the room. The other stays, curled up in a fetal position, pressing his face to the floor in an effort to muffle his sobs until they die down. A few minutes, pass, the broken boy makes neither sound nor movement, the only thing breaking the silence is the ancient grandfather clock in the corner. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The boy finally staggers to his feet. Even in the dim light his blood can be seen, staining his white clothes and hair. His arms reach out, groping for the wall, and he leans against it as he limps to the bathroom. He reaches it and enters, but does not turn on the light. He makes his way to the shower and turns the knobs, not using his sight but his memory. He carefully peels of his clothes and steps into the shower, the water falling lightly and lukewarm. He simply stands and lets the water wash away blood and tears. The water creates an irregular melody as it hits the tub and the boy's battered skin. The odd tune is eerie in the darkness. After what seems like hours, he shuts off the water and steps out. He gently dries himself off, then opens the medicine cabinet. After getting what he needs, he tends to his wounds. He bandages them easily, even the cuts on his back, as though he has done it a hundred times before.
When he is finished dressing his injuries, he wraps a towel around himself and begins to clean up. He moves almost mechanically as he puts away bandages and medicine, throws his bloodstained clothes in the washer, and picks up the living room as best as he can. Unfortunately, there is nothing he can do about the broken coffee table expect to pick up the broken glass. When his tasks are done, he climbs the stairs to his bedroom, where he changes into his pajamas before falling onto his bed and instantly falling asleep. After he has been asleep for not even a quarter of an hour, the door opens again. The first boy, the one who left the other broken and sobbing just hours beforehand, enters the bedroom and quietly makes his way to the bedside He gazes down at the other boy, and his hand reaches out to caress the younger boy's face.
A car drives by outside and the light from the headlights land on the older boy's face, showing that his expression was that of compassion and regret, and possibly even of love. He leans down and presses a kiss to the other's forehead. He pulls back as the other stirs in his sleep. He does not wake, but a name escapes his lips. "'Kura…" The older stiffens at the whisper. His face, although still masked by darkness, is surely showing surprise. Slowly, he relaxes and pulls the covers over the younger boy. After one last lingering gaze, he straightens and regains his composure. Proud and unemotional once again, he turns his back to the boy and walks away.
A/N: My first fanfic. I know it's not the most original, but I rather like the way it turned out. Reviews are welcome, especially constructive criticism. Pointless flames are not.
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