Wow… my second attempt at a fic and it had to be a Yu-Gi-Oh one… xP
Ah, well… I just adore Ryou/Bakura fics… so I decided to make one! Ingenious, is it not? My sister got me into that pairing, anyway… it'z cute…
And since I don't watch Yu-Gi-Oh (I used to watch it when I was an itty bitty little kid, brainwashed by 4Kids… ugh… horrible days…), I am not to be blamed by OOCness on any part of the characters. Okay, maybe I am… fine, blame me. But I did my best, okay?! (hides behind random object)
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Someday…
The dark spirit of the Millennium Ring watched the slim figure in the bed silently, seemingly not noticing the anguished, pale face, as pale as his silvery white hair, apparently not hearing the tormented groans that occasionally came from his delicate mouth.
No, the spirit did not see Ryo's hands clench tightly on his blanket, nor was he outwardly aware of the painfully obvious fact that Ryo was having an extremely frightening nightmare.
Someday… someday, the spirit knew, he would take control of all the Millennium Items.
Someday… he would wipe the world of all its inhabitants, those pathetic mortals…
Someday… he would break out of his prison, the Millennium Ring…
Someday… he would no longer need the use of his host, his frail, weak, puny host, who looked painfully too much like him and yet unlike him…
Someday… he would get rid of Ryo. Of beautiful, fragile Ryo.
The spirit started forward as Ryo abruptly turned in his sleep, mumbling, hands tightening on his sheets. Apparently, the nightmare was getting worst.
"Bakura…"
Yami no Bakura stiffened as he heard his name roll smoothly, ever so beautifully, past Ryo's lips.
"Bakura…"
Ryo's hands loosened their grip on the blanket, his face curved into a sweet smile, his nightmare turned into a wonderful dream, and somewhere, deep within the spirit, something stirred.
The yami glided soundlessly across and over to Ryo's sleeping form, staring down at the angelic face.
Someday… but for now…
There were sweet chocolate eyes, beautiful smiles, and kind, caring gestures.
And maybe that was all Bakura needed.
Maybe someday would never come at all.
Maybe he didn't want it to.
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That came out somewhat the way I expected it to… kind of. Hn.