"Hey, Ryou? I want to give you something." I appeared from around the corner of the door and he looked up at me. He seemed surprised by what I said and I kept the large gift behind the door as I entered into the bedroom, wanting to keep it hidden as long as possible. Finally there was no other way of hiding the large guitar case so I brought the case into the room and set it down on the bed.
I could sense the surprise and I saw his eyes glow with curiosity at the large outline of a guitar on the bed. I didn't know how to wrap a present so I just decided to paint it.
After Malik had given me the paint set almost a month ago I had started to paint anything and everything I saw. I wanted to infuse the world with the art that I could create, since I had never been able to do so while I was alive in Egypt all those years ago. So I took the otherwise plain black case and painted it to have images of both Ryou and I and all the things that define us.
The guitar itself was a nice guitar, they said it was the best one in the store so I bought it; I was never musically gifted so I can only hope that the sound is good. But I took extra care in selecting the case, probably more care than most people would, the case, after all, was the only thing I cared about for the gift. I painted it will pictures of us, and everything about us.
It starts at the top of the guitar case and winds its way down to the bottom and sides. I painting him playing the guitar, and I painted myself painting. I painted a large forest and our little house in the middle. I put the sands of Egypt and the pyramids. I put a sunset and the moon. Finally put the two of us dancing and the millennium ring connecting us together. I took extra care to paint his favorite poem around the sides of the case and finally I put one of my own poems around the side as well. But there was one more thing that he had to see, it was inside the case across from the guitar.
I couldn't possibly paint the story of us without putting the picture that defined us on the case. I had painted the change of heart card with us as the angel. My little hikari was the lightness and I was the darkness. I made sure to put everything good on his side and everything bad behind my side.
It had taken me three full days to complete, I was alone most of the day because he had to go to school so I was never seen doing it. It had come out much better than I had originally planned and I was still clinging to the idea that I would give it to him when he turned 21.
I'm glad that I decided to paint the case early, if I hadn't I might not have been able to give it to him today, after-all he needed this to keep his mind off what he had wanted to do.
Ryou sat there, dumbstruck, he had no words, he just kept opening and closing his mouth silently and I knew that he liked it. Best timing ever? Yeah I think so!
He looked overjoyed and was nearly crying from excitement as he hurled himself at me with all his power and started to kiss me, passionately, happily, lovingly. I kissed back with all the love and enthusiasm that he felt. His taste and smell the only things that mattered. He smells the same way he tastes, sweet, like honeysuckle, and no matter how I tried his taste would linger long after we stopped kissing.
I started to pull back and he moved into me, snuggling close to me, not wanting to let go, and not wanting to end the kiss. I didn't either but in his condition he needed to rest and this was far from restful. Every fiber in my body said no as I pulled back more, he needed to rest! He needed to… to… screw it!
I came back to life, new flow of energy enveloping me as I ripped open his button down shirt, buttons popping and falling to the floor, I would fix that later. All that mattered right now was Ryou and I and whatever our hearts told us to do.
Careful not to touch his arms I picked him up, still kissing, and pulled him close to me. I moved him towards the door and closed it, turned off the lights and we began kissing again, on the bed. This time, though, was different, almost desperate, clinging to each other, trying to touch more and more skin. He ripped off his shirt and his warm skin hit more of mine.
We began to slow and savor and linger as all signs of desperation disappeared, now it was just longing. Longing to stay like this forever, never having to do anything besides kissing and touching Ryou, my little hikari, my bright, shining, beautiful, hikari.
We finally slowed down to the point of stopping, we lay there on our sides, panting, breathing, snuggling, and hugging. Everything around us had melted away the moment he started to kiss me and nothing else mattered now. I know how to save him from himself, and I can rest easy knowing that as long as we feel that passionately towards each other, nothing and no one can separate us.