Why am I starting this? Well, long story short, my mom almost discovered the rough drafts of my stories. She's now angry at me because I had a panic attack, so she knows I'm "hiding something". So, I'm writing most, if not all, of these one-shots on my phone, since it's no longer safe to write them straight off of my laptop's writing software. *depressed sigh* It'll be awhile before I can write full chapters again. Maybe till Christmas.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.
Let me explain some things to you. All you have to do to request a oneshot is specify the theme (i.e. slave, angels and demons, and so on), pairing (it must be a yaoi pairing), who's uke and seme (if you want a lemon), rating ( I know whether to raise the rating or not), and genre (i.e. hurt/comfort and romance).
The first one I wrote is just a short Tendershipping one shot. You can read it (I don't recommend doing so, as it sucks), or go straight to requesting via a review. Anyone can request, from guests to those with accounts.
Theme: Nightmares
Pairing: Tendershipping (Yami Bakura x Ryou Bakura)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG or K+
Have fun requesting! (or reading, if you're actually bothering to read the one shot.)
Ryou always wondered why Bakura's pillow was wet every morning.
He'd asked the Spirit of The Ring.
"Have you been crying, yami?"
All he got in response was a glare.
"Have you been having nightmares, yami?"
"Leave me alone, yadonoshi. It doesn't concern you."
"But Bakura -"
"Leave me."
The poorly hidden anguish and pain in his darkness's voice was agonizing enough for Ryou. But the worst part, was his yami denying he'd ever cried in the first place.
Denying he was capable of human emotions just like everyone else.
It hurt Ryou.
"Please, Bakura. What's wrong?"
"Nothing you can fix."
At last, he was getting somewhere. Bakura simply didn't want to tell him. But now, Ryou understood.
"It's about your past, isn't it?"
"The past no longer matters to me."
"It does if it's giving you nightmares!"
Bakura was silent. His russet eyes scanned the floor, as if suddenly uninterested with anything else. A sad smile crossed Ryou's face.
"You can tell me anything, Bakura," Ryou's voice was soft and consoling.
"It's supposed to be the other way around," Bakura grunted. His voice was strained and raspy.
"What do you mean?"
"According to the Pharaoh, I, as a yami, need to protect you, a hikari. Not the other way around."
Ryou felt a sharp pain in his chest. "That doesn't mean you don't need protection, Bakura," the boy said softly.
"I don't need anything or anyone," the spirit sneered.
Ryou frowned. "Not even me?" He forced himself to sound strong, but his heart cried out at the thought of his lover leaving him behind.
"Nothing lasts forever, yadonoshi," Bakura replied tonelessly.
"Why do you think that?"
"Look at a graveyard. If happiness truly lasted forever, they wouldn't exist, now would they?" Ryou's eyes widened at the sheer bitterness in those words.
"Love is different, Bakura. As long as two people love each other, it won't matter if one is dead and the other alive. There are no barriers when it comes to love."
"I'm not in the mood for your poetic crap."
Ryou sighed, "Alright, Bakura. Remember, I'm always here for you if you need anything."
The hikari stood up, sending the Spirit of The Ring one last glance, before exiting the room quietly.
"Thank you, yadonoshi," Bakura said quietly.
Request away, my lovelies!
(as for those who read the one shot, yes, I know, it's crappy. But I wrote it in 5 minutes just because I needed something to put here. Sorry. Also, yadonoshi is what Bakura calls Ryou, just like Yami calls Yugi aibou. Yadonoshi means "landlord" or "host". And yes, Bakura was having nightmares. Poor guy.)
