YM: Like I said, if I got 5 reviews, I'd write more. I hold true to my words!!!!
Yami: Why am I here?
YM: 'Cause I like you silly!!
Yami: o.O Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?
YM: *glomps Yami* Yep!!
Yami: *changing colors* can't breathe!!
YM: *not paying attention* You're so cute!! You and Yuugi are the best pair!!
Yami: ;_; let me go and I'll stay here until the fic is over. Kudasai?
YM: *immediately releases death grip* Honto ne?
Yami: . . . . . .Hai . . . . .I hate me. . . .
YM: Do your job!!
Yami: Oh yeah. Yami Megami doesn't own Yu-gi-oh! Isn't that a miracle or we'd all commit suicide. And she's making no cash from this fic, so if you sue her, all you'll get is her evil little brother Michael and her plushie collection.
YM: You're as bad as Hiei from my Yuyu Hakusho fic!! I told you not to tell them I have that, or they'll take it away!!!!!!!!
Yami: -_-' just start the fic already.
YM: *hugles Yami* K!!
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oO@Oo~ Name ~oO@Oo – POV Change
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Chapter 2: Ai. . . Aishiteru. . .
Ryou lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. Just minutes ago he was half in bliss, half in shock. Just minutes ago, his Yami had kissed him. Now he was confused. He had thought for sure his Yami had hated him, but that touch was so gentle, so *loving*, it made him think otherwise. He pulled himself into a sitting position, limbs screaming in protest to think better. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness while his Yami had bandaged him up, and he had woken up when he felt the long cool fingers of his Yami slide under his bangs to feel his forehead.
Despite all the things his Yami did to him, Ryou forgave him for one big reason. He loved him. Plain and simple. Ryou loved his Yami, and he had no way of helping it. He had kept that secret buried in the recesses of his mind, and that was one of the few things his Yami didn't know about him surprisingly.
*Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep*
Ryou groaned tiredly and struggled to turn his mangled body towards the offending alarm clock. 6:30. he promised himself that he would beat it into submission when he had the strength to stand up. He did wan to get up and go to school though. It was the only place he could be sure his Yami wouldn't hurt him. He didn't know if he was let off the hook from the lessons, and whenever he stayed home, he got an extra few. His mind wanted to get up, but his body didn't, and when his mind and body disagreed, his body usually won out. This time was no different. His body mutinied him for the millionth time and wouldn't even allow him to reach out to the alarm clock. All he could do was fall backwards onto the bed, pain shooting up his small form. He whined in pain and felt his back, where the pain was originating, and his hand was stained red when he looked at it. The last thing he thought before he sank into the darkness of unconsciousness was Blood. Great. And the blackness took him.
When he awoke, he was in his soul room. He glanced at the pastel green walls and the soft white carpeting that was all too familiar to him. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door that connected his soul room to Bakura's soul room. His eyes widened and he slowly walked over to it and twisted the knob. It took a second to get it open; it was as if it were rusted shut or something. Ryou finally ripped the door open and found his Yami standing there directly in front of him. Ryou backed away from Bakura; he still wasn't sure if his Yami would beat him up. Sadness washed over his Yami's face briefly before he steeled it over and asked none to kindly,
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be going to school, or do you want another lesson?" Ryou shook his head wildly, which made him dizzy and lightheaded as he said quickly,
"N-no please master, I fell unconscious and I'm not sure if I can go back out there now." Concern flickered across Bakura's face and this time was not replaced with anything; it remained.
"What's the matter? Why'd you fall unconscious again?" he asked. There was a slight trace of concern laced in those words; his Yami never showed emotion, so Ryou guessed Bakura was truly worried about him.
"I-I'm not sure. All I remember is a pain in my back and when I put my hand back there, it came back red with blood." said Ryou, not as afraid as he had been, but it was such a slight change, Bakura didn't notice. Bakura looked at Ryou for a second, an indecipherable emotion dancing across his face before he said,
"Try to wake up then. If you don't perhaps I'll have to give you a lesson in your soul room." And with that, he closed the soul room door.
oO@Oo~ Bakura ~oO@Oo
"Try and wake up then If you don't perhaps I'll have to give you a lesson in your soul room." He said and he closed the door. Dammit!! He cursed mentally. He didn't know why he had threatened Ryou. It was an empty threat, no doubt, but a threat no less. He sighed and materialized next to his light's body. Ryou had sat up. That's what probably did it.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
What the hell? Bakura looked over and saw the cause of the annoying beeping and promptly picked up the alarm clock and smashed it repeatedly against the nightstand it was sitting on. Needless to say, it stopped all sound almost immediately. Bakura looked at his light's pale back that still wasn't covered. The cause of the blood and probably the unconsciousness was a long deep gash in his back that wasn't healing properly and when he had sat up. Ryou must have ripped it back open. It was currently bleeding profusely and showed not even a hint of stopping. Bakura retrieved that familiar life saving box out of the bathroom and cleaned the gash with some peroxide. He then gently wrapped it with gauze and used surgical tape to hold it in place. Replacing the first aid kit in the bathroom, he returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned Ryou's back off. He then took Ryou gently out of the bed and pulled the bloody sheets off, laying him on one of the other blankets and covering him with the pale green comforter. He tossed them in the washer, remembering how he had seen Ryou do his laundry a few times. He then went back to his hikari's room, the subject of which had still not regained consciousness. Bakura went over to look at his hikari, reveling in the idea that when Ryou was asleep or unconscious, he didn't have to stop staring at him, and he could love him openly all he wanted without fear of Ryou finding out. He was sure Ryou hated him and would never accept his love. Yes love. He had stayed up all night since Ryou had woken up trying to figure out what the emotion he felt was, and he had come to the conclusion that it was indeed love. The blinds were closed, probably by Ryou, and that made him stand out all the more with his pale snowy features.
Again, Bakura felt compelled to runs his fingers through that baby soft snowy white hair and kiss his full pouty lips, and after a few minutes, he leaned down gently and slid a hand through the liquid silver and whispered, not and inch from Ryou's soft lips,
"How do you do this to me? What do you do to me? It's driving me insane. I. . .I can't stand it Ryou. . . . .Ai-Aishiteru, anata no hikari." And with that, he brushed his lips against the perfect mouth below him. That's when he felt Ryou tense softly. He pulled back sharply, looking down at his light. Questioning brown eyes stared back up at him.
"Yami-." Started Ryou, but before he could finish the sentence, Bakura was back in the ring. He refused to hear the disgust and rejection he thought would come. What he didn't notice was the pure love that filled the single word that Ryou had spoken. . . . . . .
TBC ^_^
YM: I made Ryou find out about his Yami's feelings to quickly. I wanted to wait until at least one more chappie was up, but oh well. I ran out of ideas.
Yami: Do I have to stay?
YM: You said you
would, and you wouldn't go back on your word, now would you?
Yami: *mutters something in Egyptian*
YM: Hey!! *whacks him* I am not an annoying moron!!
Yami: How did you know what I said?
YM: I've watched the mummy and the mummy returns too many times to not. And do you know how many websites there are on ancient Egyptian?
Yami: -_-' Shimatta.
YM: I speak Japanese too, so don't even try it!!!!
Yami: o.O Ra help me.
YM: *huggles Yami* Nope. You're stuck with me!! Ra won't help you 'cause he's one of my siblings!!
Yami: NANI!!
YM: Yep! I am a goddess, remember?
Yami: ;_; I'm gonna die.
YM: Nope, you're just stuck with me for this fic, and the next if I write one. And the one after that. And the one after that.
Yami: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YM: *snuggles with Yami*
Yami: *relaxes* Well, this isn't so bad, I guess.
YM: See? You only have to deal with this for about 2 more chappies ^_^
Yami: *Snuggles* OK. *drifting off* R&R please. Or don't. then I can sleep longer.
YM: ^_______________________________^