Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm back! I hope some of you are still out there! I know I've taken forever, and I apologize, but school's taking even more time than usual. So here's a new chapter! Enjoy~


Chapter 3: The White-Haired Boy

I hurriedly jumped up and put on my old, zip-up hoodie that I had stolen a year or two before. I narrowed my eyes at the door and took on a fighting stance. The door slowly creaked open, and in walked… a teenage boy?

He had long, fluffy, white hair and a kind, gentle face. He was about an inch shorter than me, and seemed to be rather happy. With the dazzling moonlight shining behind him, he looked angelic. If you tell anyone I said this, you're dead, but I thought he was extremely cute. I knew immediately that this boy was no threat and relaxed into a calmer pose.

The boy looked at me and smiled. "Hello! Oh, I didn't know anyone lived here…" He spoke with the most adorable British accent I'd ever had the pleasure to hear. I know I'm acting all mushy and girly on the inside, but on the outside, I was as cold as ever.

"Well, I live here. So why are you in my house?" My first instinct was that my parents had sent him, but I dismissed that idea when I saw the genuine confusion written all over his face.

"Oh, my aunt lived here long ago. You see, I've run away from my home. When I was younger, my mom took my sister and I here to visit my aunt. I thought my aunt had left here after… it happened, so I figured this house was unoccupied. I thought it'd be a good place to stay, I had no knowledge of your presence here. I apologize."

I didn't know what "it" was, but it was none of my business, so I simply said, "I'll be leaving tomorrow anyway, so it's yours. Though, if you want my advice, you should go back to your mom and sister." After I spoke the words and saw the saddened look on his face, I instantly regretted what I had said.

"My mom and sister… died in a car accident… That's what 'it' was. And my father sort of just… left me." I could see a single tear run down his cheek, and my heart ached.

"Oh… I'm… I'm sorry…" I reached out and hugged him gently. I didn't know why, I just instinctively embraced him. I believe that my loneliness had made me want human contact more than anything, which could explain why I so badly needed to hug him.

His expression changed from sadness to embarrassment. "Oh… I-I… It's okay… You… um…. didn't m-mean to…" I raised an eyebrow and let go, bewildered at the dark redness that graced his cheeks. Had I just made him blush?... No. that was not possible. Well, it could have been…

I could feel my own cheeks begin to heat up, so I quickly changed the subject. "So, uh, what's your name? I'm Erica."

He smiled sweetly and replied, "Ryo. Ryo Bakura, nice to meet you." I slightly smiled back and looked him over.

"Aren't you cold?" I examined his light, beige sweater, jeans, and black converse. It was only autumn, but he should have been wearing a jacket, at least.

He shrugged. "A little. Aren't you?" I saw him examine my outfit. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a soft, green tank-top, dark blue Hello Kitty pajama pants, no shoes, and an unzipped, gray hoodie that was falling off one of my shoulders. I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious, and I fixed my hoodie.

"I-I guess…" Why was I acting this way? I'd never cared about my appearance before…

He looked a bit nervous. "N-Not that there's anything wrong with what you're wearing!" I laughed a bit and went to the couch.

"Thanks. Okay, so I'll take the couch, and you take the bed. When you wake up, I'll be gone." I glanced up at him. Was he… sad?

When he realized I was looking at him, he quickly perked up. "Oh, no! You take your bed! I already feel like I'm intruding anyway…" He quickly sat on the couch before I could.

"Well… Alright…" I plopped down on my bed, "There's some blankets you can choose from over there…"

He smiled and stood up. I laid down and watched him closely. He chose a soft, white blanket that reminded me of his hair, then started walking back. He was just about to get back to the couch when he tripped and fell onto the bed. Directly on top of me. His face immediately became fire engine red, and he began stuttering an apology.

"O-oh dear, I'm so s-sorry!" He began to quickly get up, but I pulled him back down beside me.

"It's okay. We'll just share the bed, it'll be warmer anyway." I rolled over so I was facing the wall.

"A-alright…" He cuddled into the bed and closed my eyes. I closed my eyes, smiling slightly. Soon enough, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. And I slept better than I had in a long time.


Hope you liked it! Sorry for its shortness... I'll see you soon, bye!