First fic, whooo :D
- Smile
Ryou smiled. One of his big, sweet smiles that could brighten the sky on a cloudy, dreary day. Not one of those fake smiles he would give Yuugi-tachi. It was one where his eyes would slowly close, and there would be just the faintest tinge of pink on his cheeks. It was one he reserved for me.
Only for me.
Although I'd never admit it, I loved his smile. His straight, perfect teeth, barely showing under his thin, pink lips. It brought a funny feeling to my stomach.
I knew Ryou loved me, and I wanted so desperately to love him back. After all of the pain I've caused him, he deserved it. But I couldn't.
Three thousand years without being loved or having someone to love did damage to you.
He often said that I should talk more about my past, because that was probably the main problem with me. And even though I knew he wanted to help me get better, I could see that he was curious. Even after what happened at Millennium World, which was two years ago, I had told him nothing of what happened there. Nothing of Kul Elna.
Whenever he would ask me if I wanted to talk, I would snap at him or tell him to shut up, hoping that he would leave me alone. Sadly, Ryou is pretty damn persistent.
"Bakura-kun, I only want to help you," he would say, "you can't keep on dwelling in the past!"
And when he would say that, my anger would flare. I would strike him, putting all of my fury, my hate; my anger into those slaps and punches. I would yell, spitting curses and insults at him.
"You're a fucking filthy hypocrite, Ryou! I haven't seen one day go by without you bawling over your stupid dead sister!"
Whenever Amane would come up in one of our "conversations", Ryou's doe brown eyes would fill with tears, and he would quietly whisper,
"I'm sorry, Bakura-sama."
A title he would always give me during one of our fights, thinking that I liked it. It was the exact opposite.
As soon as he would say those words, my heart would fill to the brim with guilt and regret. I would hate myself for hurting this white haired angel, who was on the floor, lying still and looking up at me with big, pleading eyes.
I would leave, and go to the bar. I would never drink though; I was afraid I would go home and hurt Ryou even more. I would sit there, and just think, trying to calm my nerves. I would leave, walk around for a bit, maybe grab a couple things that looked valuable, and I would head back home.
And of course, when I open the door, I would see Ryou on the couch, reading, maybe waiting for me to come home (I would never ask) with a couple bandages on his hands or arms. Or there would be a noticeable bruise on the side of his face. Either way, as soon as I looked at him, I would feel the guilt start to build up again.
I would walk over to him silently, and kneel in front of the couch. He would look down at me with a curious look on his face, and wait for me to speak. I could never meet his gaze, so I would look down at one of his pale hands, and say ever so quietly,
"I'm sorry, Ryou."
And after a few seconds I would look up, desperately hoping he would forgive me, trying to catch his gaze.
And he would look down at me, an unreadable expression on his face, before saying,
"It's alright, Bakura-kun. I forgive you."
And he would smile. One of his famous, bright, forgiving smiles.
A smile he would only reserve for me.
- End.
Didn't want it to be so short, but yeah. First fic. Hopefully I can keep writing without getting Writer's Block.
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