Oh Ra how Bakura hated Mondays. He had woken up in the worst possible way, on the floor face down, back sending up shots of pain. He gradually got up and realized he overslept. After that awakening, he then had to sort out a tangled matt of long, snow white hair that, because of humidity, was being extremely frizzy and fluffy. He found his cloths rather quickly, giving him foolish hope for the day. He then had to run a mad dash of breakfast and grabbing school tools before the bus arrived. He made it just in the nick of time to board the bus and fights his way for his usual seat in the back. He won this fight, with much of a mad scramble from other frantic kids on the bus.
Bakura sat patiently, chocolate eyes set dead on the window. He couldn't wait for RyRy to get here and he could tell him all about his night and his dream. He missed his hikari deeply; as usual he wondered if he missed him back. He wished so much he could tell Ryou how he felt, but his fear of rejection always seemed to triumph. Thus he watched Ryou from a safe distance, keeping them both from getting hurt. His heart felt so heavy and empty.
The bus came to a screeching halt and Bakura perked up instantly. A thin teenager wearing a striped blue t-shirt, grey jeans and a blue jacket boarded the bus. He looked like he'd never been in sunlight in his entire life. Beautiful white hair streaked behind him as he gracefully crossed the bus and sat next to Bakura. His soft voice seemed so fragile, it could have broken.
"Good morning, Kura", he said with a sweet, cheery smile.
"Morning", Bakura replied trying to imitate the sweetness.
"How'd you sleep", Ryou asked, like every morning.
"Good", Bakura replied, getting tongue tied. He always planned to tell RyRy his dreams but chickened out at the last second. How he wished he had nerves of steel.
"Great", Ryou replied.
Bakura knew Ryou hated it when he didn't tell him how he felt. But for Bakura, it was just too hard. Even if he could, what would he say, "I love you". He just was lost for words. If he could find a way to tell RyRy then he would. For now, he sat in silence suppressing his feelings into the black void of his mind.
The bus came to another screeching halt, and this time Ryou perked up. Bakura watched in confusion as a tanned boy with blonde hair, wearing sleeveless lavender hoody that cut off to show his stomach, and baggy black pants climbed on. He had golden bangles on the tops and wrists of his arms, and long earrings swayed side to side as he walked. He defiantly was a new kid.
His violet eyes were set on the back of the bus. Bakura first thought he was staring at him, when he realized his eyes were set on Ryou. Ryou let away a friendly wave, and the tan boy eagerly waved back. He sat in the seat across from Bakura and his hikari and he and Ryou began talking immediately.
"Hi Marik!" Ryou said happily.
"Good morning Ryou", Marik said, returning the joy.
It made Bakura want to puke, but he kept listening pretending to be zoned out of this world completely. When really, he couldn't be more there. They chatted about school, home, pretty much every single thing they did yesterday. Marik even talked about his dream.
"I was riding a gryphon, and you were riding it too Ryou, and we killed an Egyptian, and then got ice cream", Marik said proud "What was your dream Ryou?"
Ryou turned slightly pink and flashed a glance at Bakura. "You weren't in it Marik, sorry", Ryou said kindly. He really hoped that Bakura didn't see.
"Why are you all pink and stuff", Marik said, poking Ryou's cheeks.
"I'm not all pink and stuff", Ryou protested. In a way he was right. By now he had turned red.
"Somebody's an embarrassed little limey, c'mon it can't be that bad", Marik said teasingly.
"I didn't have a dream", Ryou said lying, rembering the vivid images from last night. That dream that would never come true no matter how much he wished it. Bakura would never love him back.