Betrayal
Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember is bumping into that strange man. The pains gone, I'm just slightly uncomfortable. Who could have sorted me out? Ryou thought to himself.
At that moment Kurama walked into the room.
"Kurama…?" Ryou said sitting up.
"How are you feeling?" Kurama asked going over and sitting on the bed next to Ryou.
"O.K. Thanks. How did I get here?"
"A man knocked on the door and gave you to me."
"Oh."
"You were badly hurt, so I cleaned you up…"
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Who did this to you?"
At this Ryou became very interested in the bedcovers, staring down at them, avoiding Kurama's gaze.
"Ryou." Kurama said placing his fingers under Ryou's chin and lifting his head so he was looking him in the eye. "Please trust me. You don't have to tell me, but I think you need to talk about it."
Emerald stared into chocolate .Kurama had Ryou's eyes trapped within his own, unable to look away he murmured tearing his eyes from Kurama's,
"I-I-t w-was m-my f-father."
"What!" Kurama shouted his eyes flashing golden.
"I-I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'm a naughty boy who deserves to be punished" Ryou said, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.
"No! It's not your fault."
"B-but why did he do it then?"
The dam holding Ryou's tears back suddenly burst, the tears began to stream down his face in huge droplets. This shocked Kurama whose wits deserted him for a second. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled Ryou into a hug. Ryou didn't resist, in fact he put his arms round Kurama and cried into his shoulder. Kurama just held him, gently rocking back and forth, whispering comforting nothings in Ryou's ear. Letting the tears run their course.
"You don't have to go home, you can stay here." Kurama said as Ryou's tears were reduced to sobs.
"But what about your mum?"
"I'll talk her round, don't you worry." With a flash of gold Kurama said.
Bakura had been watching all of this. How sweet, I think I'm going to be sick.
Kurama was hit by a sudden wave of tiredness and had to hold back a yawn. Ryou was starting to drowse in Kurama's arms, gently shaking him Kurama said,
"Ryou, we need to get some sleep, you sleep in my bed-"
"Bu-"
Holding a hand up to stop Ryou he continued,
"I'll sleep on the sofa, no complaining. Good night, see you in the morning."
Ryou was already asleep by the time Kurama shut the door.
Kurama walked downstairs, his head spinning with the revelations of the night. While blocking out Youko, who was describing in great detail how Ryou's dad would die if he had his way.
Kurama reached the sitting room and collapsed exhausted on the sofa. Lying on his stomach resting his head on his arms, his crimson locks cascading down his back and over his shoulders he sank into a deep slumber in a mater of seconds.
He was so tired that he hadn't sensed the shadow watching him. Now Kurama was dead to the world Bakura detached himself from the surrounding shadows and slipped to the sofa.
Why does he feel so different to other humans? Bakura thought closely studying the sleeping redhead. There must be something special about him, but what? He looks normal. Just a pretty, delicate flower ripe to be picked. Where the hell did that thought come from? Ever since I met/saw that bloody Ryou I've not been acting like myself.
Without making a concious decision Bakura decided he wanted to taste Kurama. Gently flipping the sleeping boy onto his side, pushing his crimson hair out of the way, he lowered his mouth to Kurama's neck, almost in slow motion as if afraid that the boy would disappear. His razor sharp fangs piercing silky smooth skin. Bakura let Kurama's crimson blood fill his mouth, before letting the delicious liquid flow down his throat.
A/N I'm unsure what pairings to use in this, any ideas welcomed, please review and tell me your ideas. Hope you enjoyed it please review.
