Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, but if I did everybody would be gay and all my freinds would be completely traumatized after watching just one episode.
Bakura was sitting on the couch in the dark living room when the light in the kitchen came on. He watched silently as his hikari moved stiffly to the cabinet that held the mugs. His eyes followed Ryou, fascinated, as Ryou started making his morning cup of tea. Bakura envisioned himself going to Ryou and pulling him into a deep kiss, running his fingers through Ryou's snowy hair. He imagined Ryou's beautiful British voice moaning his name and sighed, he wondered at his own fantasy. How could he think such thoughts? Ryou was his hikari, a weakling, nothing to be proud of and certainly nothing to want. There was no way that he could be falling in love with him. No way possible.
He was startled from his rêverie as Ryou sat down next to him and handed him a cup of tea. Bakura noticed the warily looks Ryou was giving him out of the corner of his eyes and felt the familiar thrill of being feared. But a very, very small part of him wanted to hold the beautiful British boy close and tell him just how lovely he was.
He satisfied himself by wrapping an arm around Ryou's small waist and pulled him closer. He felt Ryou tense up, expecting a beating but he slowly relaxed and turned to look at Bakura. "My sweet little hikari, are you afraid of me?" Bakura asked coaxingly. "Yes." answered Ryou hoping he was correct to say that.
The gleam in Bakura's eyes told Ryou what was to come.
"You should be." Ryou saw the raised hand and tried to shield himself. It did no good, the first blow connected solidly with his chin and sent him rolling off the couch. Bakura started to kick him in the stomach. Ryou's whimpers of pain were delightful to his ears. Bakura picked Ryou up by his collar and slammed him up against the wall "Do you hate me Ryou?" "No." said his hikari through clenched teeth "I don't hate you, I love you!". The final punch hit him hard in the stomach and he fell to the floor whimpering. Bakura kicked him one last time and strode out the front door.
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Ryou groaned and pulled himself up on to the couch. What time is it? he wondered. The clock on the wall read noon. "Oh, great." muttered Ryou under his breath "I'm late for helping Yugi and yami out at the game shop. Well maybe Yugi won't come looking for me."
The doorbell rang. Well so much for that hope. I can't open the door looking like this. Maybe if I ignore him he'll leave.
"Hey, Ryou! I know your there. Open up!" Ryou heard a key being slid in to the lock. Crap! he cursed to himself he had forgotten the spare key he had given to Yugi. If he sees me now he'll take me away from Bakura.
He buried his face in his hands and began to weep, all was lost now.
Lady Shriannan: Hi again, I hope you're all liking my story
Rachel: Well if they weren't they wouldn't be reading this, now would they?
LS: Shut up Rach. Sorry, pay no attention to her she's just my alter ego.
Rachel: JUST an alter-ego! I'll have you know that I-
LS: *covers Rachels mouth* Heh heh um please reveiw. *Stuffs Rachel in the closet*
Bakura was sitting on the couch in the dark living room when the light in the kitchen came on. He watched silently as his hikari moved stiffly to the cabinet that held the mugs. His eyes followed Ryou, fascinated, as Ryou started making his morning cup of tea. Bakura envisioned himself going to Ryou and pulling him into a deep kiss, running his fingers through Ryou's snowy hair. He imagined Ryou's beautiful British voice moaning his name and sighed, he wondered at his own fantasy. How could he think such thoughts? Ryou was his hikari, a weakling, nothing to be proud of and certainly nothing to want. There was no way that he could be falling in love with him. No way possible.
He was startled from his rêverie as Ryou sat down next to him and handed him a cup of tea. Bakura noticed the warily looks Ryou was giving him out of the corner of his eyes and felt the familiar thrill of being feared. But a very, very small part of him wanted to hold the beautiful British boy close and tell him just how lovely he was.
He satisfied himself by wrapping an arm around Ryou's small waist and pulled him closer. He felt Ryou tense up, expecting a beating but he slowly relaxed and turned to look at Bakura. "My sweet little hikari, are you afraid of me?" Bakura asked coaxingly. "Yes." answered Ryou hoping he was correct to say that.
The gleam in Bakura's eyes told Ryou what was to come.
"You should be." Ryou saw the raised hand and tried to shield himself. It did no good, the first blow connected solidly with his chin and sent him rolling off the couch. Bakura started to kick him in the stomach. Ryou's whimpers of pain were delightful to his ears. Bakura picked Ryou up by his collar and slammed him up against the wall "Do you hate me Ryou?" "No." said his hikari through clenched teeth "I don't hate you, I love you!". The final punch hit him hard in the stomach and he fell to the floor whimpering. Bakura kicked him one last time and strode out the front door.
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Ryou groaned and pulled himself up on to the couch. What time is it? he wondered. The clock on the wall read noon. "Oh, great." muttered Ryou under his breath "I'm late for helping Yugi and yami out at the game shop. Well maybe Yugi won't come looking for me."
The doorbell rang. Well so much for that hope. I can't open the door looking like this. Maybe if I ignore him he'll leave.
"Hey, Ryou! I know your there. Open up!" Ryou heard a key being slid in to the lock. Crap! he cursed to himself he had forgotten the spare key he had given to Yugi. If he sees me now he'll take me away from Bakura.
He buried his face in his hands and began to weep, all was lost now.
Lady Shriannan: Hi again, I hope you're all liking my story
Rachel: Well if they weren't they wouldn't be reading this, now would they?
LS: Shut up Rach. Sorry, pay no attention to her she's just my alter ego.
Rachel: JUST an alter-ego! I'll have you know that I-
LS: *covers Rachels mouth* Heh heh um please reveiw. *Stuffs Rachel in the closet*