It was getting rather cold in the small apartment. The electricity still hadn't come back an hour later, and the heat was gone as well. The storm outside didn't seem to be decreasing in power anytime soon either.
Bakura sat on the TV-table, facing away from his ill partner. He had to think things through. "Stupid mortal body… Having these good-for-nothing feelings…" he hissed silently into the air.
Quiet moans were filling the room. But Bakura did not allow himself to look over his shoulder, he would not lose this little "game". Submitting to the oppressing urge of succouring the angel-like being positioned behind him was equal to admitting defeat, and he would never do that. Folding his arms, he snorted. Game… A fateful game… He smirked at the sudden thought of the usual; trying to beat ou-sama to gain all the millennium items and become the evil god of the entire world. And it would've worked, had it not been for my slight carelessness, Bakura thought quite apathetically. Next time I won't be that kind… The small smirk spread across his face, and he got up with tons of new ideas to get rid of his eternal enemy.
"Eum, Bakura…" came the weak voice of the prince from the couch. Finishing off his thoughts he said "hmm?", but he still did not turn fully around. Annoyingly enough to Bakura he felt eager to know what the angel behind him had on his mind. Absently, yet as polite as ever, Ryou asked, "Why's it so cold in here?"
Bakura furrowed his brows and gave him a questioning look. He figured that Ryou hadn't been awake that long. He had fallen asleep sometime before the heat had vanished, so of course he wouldn't know. Bakura gave himself an irritated look, but Ryou directly thought it was for him. "S-sorry… Nevermind…" Unconsciously the Egyptian spirit reached out a hand towards the angel, and almost faced the lovely chocolate pools only to stop abruptly in the middle of his movement. Chewing on his lower lip, he shook his head.
Don't act like that, don't think like that, don't even feel like that! Ra, these stupid emotions are just in my way!
Ryou gave up a silent shiver. Standing up from his resting place Bakura went straight across the room and opened one of the doors. Upon one of the shelves he found a thick, blue blanket. He took it down and slammed the door shut. Though curious, Ryou wouldn't see what his darker half was doing. He would probably get to know it soon enough… The thuds of an advancing yami stopped behind him, and the blanket fell over him, covering his vision completely. Stunned frozen Ryou just stared from under it. It took him a few seconds to understand the blanket really was for him, and his cheeks turned a vague pink. He slowly removed it from his eyes, but just enough so that his darker half wouldn't notice the blush.
"…Thanks…"
Bakura just snorted in return. Turning his back against the lighter one, he rested towards the back support of the sofa. He glared daggers at the wall for minutes before he finally forced himself to whisper, "Getting warmer yet?". Though the low voice, Ryou picked up the question. Coughing slightly, he answered "a little" and curled up under the covers. Without answering again Bakura resumed the piercing glare to the wall. Ryou continued to shiver no matter the blanket, and he was slowly dosing off again. Half asleep he started sweating once more, which made the silken hair cling to his beautifully pale skin. Kicking and rolling around in the sofa, he lost the blue blanket and was exposed to the cold air of the apartment. Sighing loudly and cursing Bakura put the blanket back on Ryou, but he just kicked it off again. Folding his arms Bakura just ignored it. I'm not doing it again, I've already been nice for a year… he thought, clearly irritated by himself. Then it all got to him: it wasn't his fault, it was the prince's fault. Staring down at the half asleep boy Bakura leaned on the back support. Gracefully turning in his sleep Ryou mumbled something. He had the lips of an angel, them looking like glazed sugar and probably tasting like sweet caramels... Grinning his teeth in anger Bakura now whispered to himself.
"You want this, don't you? Want me to see if they really are that sweet." He clenched his fist. He leaned closer, almost reaching the lighter one's lips when he stopped and hissed low enough for only him to hear. "I'll get you for this…" Turning his back at Ryou, Bakura stared at him over his shoulder, leaving for the kitchen.
The minutes passed and the thunder crawled closer and closer all the time. Bakura leaned over the counter and stared out at the falling rain. Snorting and with furrowed brows he slowly turned around to look around the room. He wanted something to do, something to ease him. Perhaps something to entertain him a little… Out the corner of his eye he saw something glisten at a sudden lightning, and it almost sang to him through the loud rumble of thunder. He watched the kitchen knife intensely, its sharp edge seeming to search for his trembling fingertips. It grew colder each second. The blade felt like ice, chilling him to his core, and the handle fit perfectly in his hand, feeling smooth like silk in his palm. Bakura couldn't help but smirk at the great feeling of destructive power rushing through his veins. Now he had something to entertain himself with…
Ryou lay in the sofa, chest heaving up and down irregularly. But he was laying quite still, which Bakura liked. With a supercilious smile and mocking eyes, he leaned in close to Ryou over the back of the sofa. Bakura could now feel Ryou's weak breath to his soft, pale skin. The white bangs of his hair landing like a frame around Ryou's face, while he whispered drawly.
"My time to have fun, dear little prince…"
Taking forth the kitchen knife he softly pressed it to Ryou's cheek, leaving a small mark of crimson where the tip penetrated his thin skin. Ryou wrenched at the prink, but the reaction was hardly satisfying for the darker one. He dragged the edge along the fine lines of Ryou's chin, making the angel gasp at the hurtful touch.
"How about some more?" Bakura glared down at the prince, who tossed and turned in the coma, trying to wave away the pain. The smirk on Bakura's lips grew wider, and this time he put more power onto his amusement. The knife now followed the trail leaving a painful, yet partly harmless, long cut in Ryou's throat. Ryou's reaction was nothing that Bakura would've predicted. He barely managed to keep up with the course of events, and the next thing he knew he was laying flat on the floor, gazing up at the ceiling. Laying still for a moment he wondered where the knife had gone, when he saw a quick flash, felt slight pain and everything went dark.
