This is another little drabble that I came up with at about two in the morning. It's raining outside at my house. Also, I didn't proofread this or anything so feel free to point out any mistakes. Well, enjoy the fluffyness!
Disclaimer: Yugioh and all characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi-sama.
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Ryou sat contentedly on his bed, looking out the window that was next to it. Ever since he could remember, he had always loved the rain. Thunderstorms were the best. He remembered his disbelief as a child when he found out that some people were afraid of thunder. The sound of the millions of tiny water droplets splattering against the window had always been a comforting sound to him. It even relaxed him enough to fall asleep, lightning and thunder included. He smiled in awe as a sudden bolt of lightning flashed across the horizon. He felt a slight tug at his soul, not needing to look, for he knew the spirit of the Millennium Ring was now sitting beside him. Bakura's position mirrored his host's; he sat kneeling facing the glass, with both palms on the windowsill. Ryou was suprised at first when he felt the lack of hostile emotions from the bond they had, but he thought better than to ask. Human and spirit watched in silence for what seemed like an eternity, both not wanting to break their concentration on the spectacle.
"…It hardly ever rained back in Egypt," Bakura mused. He rested an elbow on the windowsill and used that hand to rest his chin on. Blinking a few times, but still not looking at Ryou, he continued. "I only remember seeing it a few times when I was alive. It always fascinated me. When you received the Ring, even before you knew of my presence, I remember thinking how lucky you are to be able to see the rain so many times…and how lucky I was to be able to see it with you."
Ryou's mouth opened slightly, but then shut and formed a smile. "Maybe I got my fascination with it from you."
"Perhaps," the spirit answered.
Silence passed between the two as they returned their full attention back to the storm outside. A particularly loud crash of thunder shook the window so it made a rattling noise. Ryou's smile widened. "Thunderstorms have always been my favorite. When I was little I used to secretly stay up at night to watch the lightning. I was always tired the next day, but it was worth it. Oh, but I suppose you already knew all that, huh?" Ryou's smile faded at the last sentence. The host continued to stare out the window, lost in memories both happy and painful. He felt a sensation similar to a gentle cold breeze blow across his fingers. He peeked at Bakura out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the sprit had a translucent hand resting atop his own. Ryou gaped in disbelief. The expression on the spirit's face...it looked almost appologetic. He saw the pain that resided there, and even empathised with it. They had both lived hard lives in thier own way. Ryou sighed softly, a small smile reappearing. "But that's okay." Bakura's hand gently squeezed his, glancing at Ryou briefly for the first time since he had appeared.
Bakura smiled. It wasn't one of those smirks he usually flashed around Yugi-tachi, but a true smile. A smile that was only for his host.
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A little interesting thing to note is that when I was typing the last few sentences, I was listening to the season zero ending, and I heard the line "Tsukareta kara da wo igasu, kimi no hohoemi yo!" (It cures the fatigue of my body, your smile!) Anyway, I might add a second chapter if I get the inspiration for it. Hope you enjoyed reading!