*counts on fingers* This is my sixth fanfic on here!
I've got no idea what the hell this is meant to be. The idea for this fic kept bugging me while I was trying to concentrate on my exam, so I thought I'd write it.
This ended up so much shorter than I expected. (That's what she said :3 or he. I could go either way really)
I've rated it T, just to be safe, because of one tiny little reference to 'making love'. Maybe I'm being overly cautious, but I don't want to scar any kiddies for life.
I totally own Yu-Gi-Oh. Did I mention I'm the president of the world and my mother is a tribble?
THE MAGPIE
As Ryo lies in bed at night waiting for sleep to take him, half-formed thoughts flitting through his mind like silver moths, he thinks about Bakura: his darkness, his yami, his lover.
Bakura is somewhat like a magpie in that he loves shiny things. Gold, silver, jewels; if it glitters, he has to have it. And after he has pried whatever has caught his fancy off of the cold dead body of its previous owner, he flies back home to his nest, to take it to Ryo.
He showers Ryo's lap in coins and precious stones, and hangs gold baubles from his earlobes; he presses rings like heavy, jewel-encrusted kisses onto his thin fingers; he drapes medallions around his neck and decorates his hair with ornate tiaras. He grins maniacally at Ryo's gasps of delight as he examines each pretty thing; then because seeing his hikari adorned in all these jewels only increases Bakura's desire for him, they make love on the carpet, surrounded by bloodstained treasures glinting in the firelight.
Ryo no longer cares where they come from. He has stopped asking whose broken neck his yami snatched silver pendants from, whose fingers he sliced off to get their diamond rings. It is all worth it, when Bakura hands over each gift, to see love mixed in with the madness in his eyes.
The same madness which, as of late, Ryo is beginning to notice in his own eyes; crimson flecks swirling into the deep brown as his remaining innocence is stripped away, as he becomes colder and more numb, and less and less human. He supposes that living with a psychotic murderer is what does it. He doubts it will be long before he is so far gone that there will be no way back, and if he will ever start killing too.
He wonders what it feels like, to slowly drain the life out of another creature.
Bakura says it is exhilarating.
Strangely, this thought no longer scares him as much as it used to. As long as Bakura is there to protect him, he will be safe.
Except for his sanity, of course.
As he finally drifts off to sleep, surrounded by worthless trinkets that cost more than he could hope to earn in a lifetime, he is vaguely aware of Bakura watching him through the darkness with glittering magpie's eyes and a terrible magpie's smile, ready to kill anyone who disturbed the slumbers of his most precious little treasure.
Wow, that all sounded so much better in my head.
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Oh, and happy 29th February!