Helloooooo~
It's me, Tiikerikissa, yet again spamming with Tendershipping!
This will be a collection of Tendershipping one-shots. Fancy, don't you think?
Question time!
Q: Why the name "Snowflakes"?
A: Umm, snow is white, Ryou and Bakura's hair is white...? I'm so smart... |D
Q: Why am I not putting this under "Keyboard"?
A: Because that was ages ago.
Q: Why am I even doing this?
A: Because I can. As of right now, I have 32 unfinished Tendershipping ideas in my folders. I figured I could start finishing them. ^^;
This fic, in particular, is titled, "Weirdo".
Rating: T for swearing. Seriously, Ryou swears. :U
Summary: Why couldn't it be him? What made him so unreachable? Bakura wanted that boy for himself, and no other would do.
Boring.
One simple word Bakura would've picked to describe his new prison - excuse me, school.
It was dead boring. People were boring, teachers were boring, subjects were boring, the building itself was boring.
The person giving Bakura a tour around it at lunch was boring. His name was Juuki or something, and he was in Bakura's class, so the teacher had made him take Bakura around.
The only thing in the whole school that captured Bakura's interest was someone with a fluffy hair of white. White hair like Bakura's was so unusual that he couldn't help but want to closer to the figure sitting in an isolated corner.
Bakura pointed him out to Juuki, "Who's that, Juuki?"
The small male sighed, "My name is Yugi. With a g.", and after following Bakura's gaze, he sighed again. "That's Ryou. Bakura Ryou is his full name. His a total outcast. And he's really mean too."
"So what." Bakura muttered and walked to the sitting boy.
Upon closer inspection, Bakura quickly noticed that the other male was plain beautiful. If one were to get rid of the choker around his neck and the chains hanging from his pockets, that icky piercing in his tongue, maybe his eyeliner too, and make him change into more comfortable clothing...
Yeah, he could probably pass as a goddess. Or a god, more likely.
"What are you looking at?" the boy asked Bakura, who was currently towering over him.
Bakura smiled dubiously, "You."
"Well fuck off. I don't appreciate you," Ryou pointed at Bakura, "looking at me." he pointed at himself here.
"Too bad, 'cause I happen to enjoy looking at you, darling." Bakura grinned pleasantly and sat down next to the other on the floor.
"People will think you're a fag if you talk like that, fag." Ryou snarled.
The taller of the two only laughed at this, "I'm glad you're concerned about my sexuality. Why yes, I'm a fag. But only if you're my bitch." he moved to cover Ryou's lips with his.
"That's fucking disgusting!" Ryou cried as Bakura pulled away after half a minute or so. But before that, Ryou hadn't tried to pull away or anything, so Bakura felt proud of himself.
Bakura shrugged dismissedly, "You're telling me. Molesting you would be a whole lot more pleasant if you ditched that fucking piercing."
"And why do I fucking care?" Ryou asked him with a frown.
Looking at his deep brown eyes, Bakura murmured. "You probably don't. But that's alright, I'll be back again tomorrow, darling. You don't need to worry."
As the bell rang, marking lunch over, Bakura pressed a chaste kiss on Ryou's cheek. "Miss you already, darling."
Bakura didn't spare Yugi a minute to talk to him after this. It was all in his eyes, 'Why did you talk with that FAG? Why did you KISS him?'
Very keen on keeping his promise, the next day Bakura looked all over for Ryou, and ended up finding him sitting in the same spot again.
"Darling," Bakura murmured pleasantly.
"Fag," he got as a muttered response.
They sat in silence for a while, since Bakura was just content being with Ryou. He was somehow drawn to the pale boy, and he kind of liked the feeling the other whitette gave him.
"Hey, darling?" Bakura questioned a little later, "Care to tell me about yourself?"
"Twenty questions or what?" Ryou snarled, but not that nastily anymore.
Bakura nodded, "Yeah."
Bakura started, "How old are you?"
"Sixteen." Ryou mumbled. "Yourself?"
"Sixteen." Bakura nodded, trying to edge a little bit closer without the other noticing. "Your favorite color?"
Ryou didn't need to think that through, as he quickly replied, "White. What do you want from me?"
Bakura shrugged, "You're messed up. I want to fix you. I want you to be mine." He didn't even know where those words had come from, but they sounded more or less right. "What's your favorite food?"
Ryou looked away from Bakura as he answered his question. "Noodles are alright. What do you mean you want me to be yours?"
Giving him a dumb stare, Bakura grinned, "What do you think?"
The smaller whitenette blushed, "I'm not a fag like you."
"I know. And I also know hurt when I see it. What hurt you?" Bakura murmured indifferently.
Ryou glared at him, "It's none of your fucking business!"
"Well I just made it mine."
"If I told you I wanted to be alone, would you let me be?"
Bakura pretended to consider this, "Nope." he wrapped his arms around Ryou mockingly.
"Let. Me. Go." Ryou growled irritably, "Now."
"I don't feel like it..." Bakura murmured, nuzzling his face in Ryou's hair.
"I'm serious."
"So am I." Bakura blinked, "Don't you really like it? At all?"
Ryou squirmed a little uncomfortably in his arms, and that was all the answer Bakura needed.
"You really are a stubborn idiot... If you like it when I hold you, there's no need for me to let you go, now is there?"
"People are staring..." Ryou mumbled against Bakura's chest.
Bakura let out a low chuckle, "No one is staring. Not a single soul."
In truth, he could feel a few eyes on them, but they really didn't matter. Bakura just wanted to screw over Ryou so bad that he could and he would even settle with throwing around false comforts.
Bakura could feel a tear trailing down Ryou's cheek, but did not question this just yet.
The next few days Bakura kept coming back to Ryou. They got along alright. Whenever Ryou swore, Bakura kissed him as a punishment, soon changing to slapping him instead when Ryou seemed to find this punishment a little too enjoyable.
"You swear too. Why do you have to be so hypocritical?" Ryou whined, sitting on Bakura's lap and pouting.
"Because," Bakura replied smugly, "Swearing doesn't suit you. And," he straightened his back, "If you behave well today, I will reward you for it tomorrow."
"Reward me how, exactly?" Ryou asked him curiously, "I might not want it, you know..." Images of Bakura making love to him filled Ryou's mind, causing him to blush slightly.
"You're a pervert, I swear..." Bakura grinned, "I'm not doing that before you beg me to. Seriously though, you'll love this."
"Tell me what hurt you, Ryou."
"What?"
"Tell me."
"…I was picked on. For so long… And no one cared." Ryou whispered, trying to force his tears away.
Bakura ruffled his hair affectionally. "Thanks for trusting me with this, Ryou. I'm not perfect, but I'll try to make it worth your while. Tomorrow."
"What-?"
"Tomorrow." kissing him chastely, Bakura left.
The first thing Ryou did upon coming home was get rid of his lip piercing. Bakura didn't like it, after all... And maybe this way Bakura would French him...
The second thing he did was find his old clothes, the ones that weren't black and uncomfortable. Ryou actually felt a whole lot better now that Bakura knew.
And his mother seemed very happy about this. "Are you turning back into the old Ryou you used to be?" she asked him, smiling.
"Nope," Ryou replied calmly, "I have a boyfriend."
To his surprise, his mother hugged him, "That is so sweet! If you have a special someone, I'll support you one hundred percent!"
"Even if it's a guy?"
"Even then, yes. If you really care about each other, then I'm so happy for you!"
Ryou smiled fondly, "Thanks, mom..."
In the morning, Ryou felt incredibly weird in his used-to-be-normal clothes. He felt like everyone was staring...
He had a blue-and-white striped t-shirt and a blue open shirt over it. Then a pair of jeans…
That was normal, wasn't it?
Right?
…Right.
Then why was everyone staring…?
"Ryou?" Bakura exclaimed upon seeing him.
"Yes..." Ryou whispered, shyly picking his tongue out for Bakura to see. What if Bakura wouldn't like the "real" Ryou? What if he thought that Ryou was just a weak little fa- gay boy? "It's me."
Slowly, ever so slowly, Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou, lifting him in the air.
"What are you doing?" Ryou cried as Bakura stared straight into his eyes.
"When I first saw you, I thought that if you'd change your style, you could pass as a god. I was right," Bakura murmured happily, catching Ryou's lips in a kiss.
Ryou felt his head spin. Really, really spin. Had Bakura actually complimented him, just now?
He wasn't sure anymore. In fact, he wasn't sure about anything anymore. Damn Bakura for making his head spin.
Bakura gently put Ryou back down, not breaking the kiss.
And once Ryou's feet touched the ground, Bakura eagerly slid his tongue into the smaller mouth.
Ryou's breath hitched, and his tongue shyly greeted the other. It was really important to him, to know that Bakura was accepting him, in a way.
All too soon, Bakura pulled away, snickering at Ryou's whines. "That wasn't actually the reward I had in mind... Close your eyes and give me your hand."
Curiously, Ryou obeyed, soon feeling Bakura take his hand and slide something in his finger.
Pressing yet another slow kiss on Ryou's lips, Bakura stepped back, "Now you can open them."
Blinking, Ryou stared at his hand. On his left ring finger, there was a golden ring.
"What the fu- um, sandwich?" Ryou asked the other, smiling slightly. They weren't even officially going out or anything... So what was this for?
"Will you go out with me, Ryou?" Bakura questioned him, looking quite serious. "I'm afraid that if I don't claim you mine now, someone else will. You look so hot right now… You wouldn't know."
"Claim me yours..." Ryou blushed as shiver running up his spine.
"The ring, Ryou, you pervert. But anyways, will you?"
"Of course, Bakura. Of course I'll marry you." Ryou joked.
"That's good, fiancé of mine." Bakura kissed Ryou again, none too chastely.
"You are joking, right?"
"I never joke when it comes to you."
"..."
I don't like this. :/ I'm only posting is since my BFF told me to.
I promise to do better next time...
Until then, keep me going with a review?