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I can't help thinking about them again.

Emotions, I mean.

Yes, strange thoughts do go through my head at 3am, I know. But always, whenever my mind is vacant, I can't help but think about emotions. Not just mine, but feelings in general. It's such a paradox.

They say emotions are what separates us from the apes. They're what make us human, out 'advanced thought patterns'. I don't think of them as advanced, I think of them as damn confusing. They say that out emotions is the primary tool we used to make decisions, and draw judgements. Maybe that's true. How does the saying go? Think with your heart, not your head? Or something? People say that we can tell lies, but we can never really lie about how we feel.

I disagree.

Ryou is a born liar.

Not like the kind of liar who claims the dog ate their homework, or they had a flat tyre, or that they left their sick note at home. I'm talking about Ryou's emotions. He hides them so well when he's around his 'friends.' No wonder he blends in with the wallpaper. I've seen him in the past when he's with them at school, sometimes on the weekend. He's like a zombie. He's so quiet and... Bland.

But then the moment he comes home, Ryou changes. He just... explodes. He erupts in so many different emotions, different feelings. He'll watch a funny television show and laugh himself silly. Whenever he's cooking or cleaning, he'll turn on the radio, his voice making a perfect harmony with the music, bright and cheerful. But it's not always ups. A movie, or sometimes a song, sappy, or sad enough, can easily bring him to tears. Horror films make him horribly scared, and Ryou's always more depressed on a rainy day.

But I know I have a lot to do with it.

I can make Ryou cry easily. All it takes is a few sharp words, a slap across the face, and he easily breaks down into tears, either rushing into his bedroom or curling up on the couch with his head in his hands. But I hate making him cry. There's something about the way his shoulders shake, and those huge eyes welling up with tears that make me hurt.

It's the strangest feeling. Like... Like when you get sick in the stomach, like you're going to throw up. Except it's not in my stomach. It's higher up, in my chest. And sometimes, if Ryou cries hard enough, it feels like there's a pin poking in there or something. It hurts, and I hate it. I hate how Ryou makes me feel when he cries.

But Ryou makes me feel more than hurt. Whenever he smiles, his whole face lights up and it makes me feel great. My hearts' like a can of soda that's been shaken up like crazy, and just cracked open. Little fizzy bubbles of happiness are poured all over the place. And then, whenever Ryou gets excited, he has a habit of giving me really big hugs. And those are just strange. My face gets all hot and my heart rate goes up. And then it's like butterflies flapping around in my stomach, and it's like my hearts too big for my chest. I wish I knew what it all meant. I'd never felt like this before when I was around anyone. Not even when I was a child. It's just all so confusing. I hate how I feel around Ryou. I tried staying away from him, but that just made Ryou upset (Which I hate) and I started... Missing him.

I miss him when I'm not around him. And when I am, I get all of these really weird feelings, and my heart feeling so weird.

Maybe...

No.

OoOoO

"Ryou."

The teenager groans, his wide brown eyes opening slowly, long dark lashes fluttering. He smiles, gently, rubbing at his eyes. Bakura bites down hard on his lip, those old fluttering feeling starting up in his stomach again.

"Hmm?" He rolls over onto his side, facing Bakura. The moon shines on his face, lighting up his hair like a silvery halo. The yami continues to chew on his lower lip, his heart starting to thud in his chest. "Kura... What's the time?"

"Three-fifteen." Bakura mutters lowly, still looking over at Ryou's face, in all of his sleepy glory. He looks... beautiful.

"Oh..." Ryou sighs, rolling over onto his back. "It's... Really late, Kura... Why did you wake me up?"

"I wanted to tell you something." Bakura murmurs gently, sitting up straight. The sheet is around his waist and his heart is pounding even harder. Cold sweat trickles down his back.

"What is it?" Ryou buries his face in the pillow. "Can't it wait til morning-"

"NO!" Bakura's scared, his eyes widening. "No it can't!" Ryou's attention is sparked and he props himself up on his elbows.

"Kura... What is it?" The teenager tilts his head to one side, frowning. Bakura looks away, fiddling with the sheets.

"I think..." Bakura mutters, his voice just above a whisper. "I think I love you." He can't look at Ryou when he says this- instead, he just looks down at the mattress, his hands trembling.

"I know." Ryou is silent for a long time before he whispers the words, staring up at the ceiling. "I know." He repeats, the sheets up to his chin. Bakura still looks away, his heart thudding in his chest, banging like a drum.

"I..." Bakura whispered. "I..." He tried again, but his lips couldn't form the words. He dares to look down at the whitenette, who is staring blankly up at the ceiling. Bakura looks back away again, and slowly sinks down into the bed again, pulling the blankets up.

"Kura." Ryou whispers gently. He rolls over onto his side, staring at the yami. Bakura is lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, watching shifting patterns on the paint. Ryou is immobile for a long moment, before scooting across the bed, closer to the white-haired man. Bakura turns his head to one side, looking to Ryou, before going to turn back away again. Ryou gently outstretches his hand, however, one hand holding the side of Bakura's face. Ryou's very close to Bakura- their skin is touching, side by side underneath the sheets. Ryou's hands shake as he leans over the yami, two slim white hands holding Bakura's face. His eyes are wide in shock as Ryou kisses him, a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Bakura closes his eyes, his hands lowering down to the small of Ryou's back.

"Wow." Bakura breathes as Ryou breaks away. He stares up into those beautiful brown eyes, his hands shaking on Ryou's back. The teenager smiles weakly, his cheeks tinged pink in a blush. "You..."

"Yup." Ryou pressed his nose against Bakura's, giggling. "I always have, Kura. I was just waiting for you to feel the same way."

"I have for ages." Bakura mutters gently. "I just never realised it. I didn't know what those feelings were..."

"And now you do." Ryou said softly. He presses his lips against Bakura, harder this time. Bakura's hands wander lower, his hands palming Ryou's rear, and he groans. It's like fireworks are exploding in his chest, cracking and bursting in his ribcage.

It's the greatest feeling of all.

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Hahaha. Again, I'm sorry about Cheyuana... Argh.

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