A/N: It was cold today. *snuggles into her stolen sweatshirt* And my hands are ALWAYS freezing, so those two elements combined gave me the idea for this story. Enjoy your pointless Yu-Gi-Oh fluff, my friends! ^.^
Disclaimer: Lena doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh-pyoro. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi-pyoro. And she also doesn't own Vandread, which she is shamelessly ripping off by talking like this-pyoro.
Warmth
"Ahh...ahh....ahh....CHOO!!"
Ryou's sneeze echoed throughout the living room. Bakura, annoyed that the boy had distracted him from the movie he was trying to concentrate on, glared at his hikari. Ryou sniffled apologetically and grabbed a tissue. He blew his nose and tossed it into a nearby trash can, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm up.
"It's cold in here," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
His yami graced him with a sneer. "This," he said, "is not cold. The Egyptian desert at night when you're just wearing a shift, that's cold. You're just weak," he elaborated before turning back to "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert".
Ryou narrowed his eyes. "If that's the case, I'd like my sweater back."
"...Shut up," Bakura retorted, looking in the other direction.
Ryou decided that the subject really wasn't worth pursuing. He pressed his palms against his neck, wincing at their icy touch. Bakura noticed out of the corner of his eye.
"Still cold?" he asked mockingly from his position next to his hikari.
Ryou ignored him. He opted instead to pull a pair of gloves out of his backpack, which was lying abandoned next to the couch.
Bakura stopped watching the movie long enough to raise one pale eyebrow. "And what are those?"
"Gloves," Ryou explained patiently. He was still getting used to the fact that his yami didn't understand the 21st century very well. "They keep your hands warm."
Bakura rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like Ôpansy hikarisÕ. Ryou seriously considered taking away his MTV privileges.
"Rrgh..." the white-haired hikari muttered, rubbing his hands together furiously. "Warm up warm up warm up...." He glared as best he could at the mittens, hoping they would magically heat up his hands faster. Any mitten magic, though, failed to occur.
"Oh, for..." Bakura grumbled. "You Japanese are idiots," he informed his hikari.
"Oh, thanks," Ryou replied. Or at least, he would have replied, had he not been interrupted by Bakura's sudden movement. In one swift motion, the yami grabbed his hikari's hands roughly, causing him to half fall over. Then, as if nothing had happened, Bakura returned his attention to the television.
"B-Bakura?!" Ryou stuttered dazedly, managing to get himself upright again. He stared down at Bakura's hands wrapped firmly around his own, unable to even finish a coherent thought.
"What?" Ryou retorted. He didn't pause for a response. "Now your hands will be warm. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish the damn movie!" He snapped his head smartly forward, ignoring Ryou's look of bewilderment.
After a moment, the hikari's confused expression slowly melted into a smile.
"Okay," he responded softly, and leaned over to rest his head on Bakura's shoulder.
Bakura let it stay there.
~Owari~
Disclaimer: Lena doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh-pyoro. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi-pyoro. And she also doesn't own Vandread, which she is shamelessly ripping off by talking like this-pyoro.
Warmth
"Ahh...ahh....ahh....CHOO!!"
Ryou's sneeze echoed throughout the living room. Bakura, annoyed that the boy had distracted him from the movie he was trying to concentrate on, glared at his hikari. Ryou sniffled apologetically and grabbed a tissue. He blew his nose and tossed it into a nearby trash can, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm up.
"It's cold in here," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
His yami graced him with a sneer. "This," he said, "is not cold. The Egyptian desert at night when you're just wearing a shift, that's cold. You're just weak," he elaborated before turning back to "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert".
Ryou narrowed his eyes. "If that's the case, I'd like my sweater back."
"...Shut up," Bakura retorted, looking in the other direction.
Ryou decided that the subject really wasn't worth pursuing. He pressed his palms against his neck, wincing at their icy touch. Bakura noticed out of the corner of his eye.
"Still cold?" he asked mockingly from his position next to his hikari.
Ryou ignored him. He opted instead to pull a pair of gloves out of his backpack, which was lying abandoned next to the couch.
Bakura stopped watching the movie long enough to raise one pale eyebrow. "And what are those?"
"Gloves," Ryou explained patiently. He was still getting used to the fact that his yami didn't understand the 21st century very well. "They keep your hands warm."
Bakura rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like Ôpansy hikarisÕ. Ryou seriously considered taking away his MTV privileges.
"Rrgh..." the white-haired hikari muttered, rubbing his hands together furiously. "Warm up warm up warm up...." He glared as best he could at the mittens, hoping they would magically heat up his hands faster. Any mitten magic, though, failed to occur.
"Oh, for..." Bakura grumbled. "You Japanese are idiots," he informed his hikari.
"Oh, thanks," Ryou replied. Or at least, he would have replied, had he not been interrupted by Bakura's sudden movement. In one swift motion, the yami grabbed his hikari's hands roughly, causing him to half fall over. Then, as if nothing had happened, Bakura returned his attention to the television.
"B-Bakura?!" Ryou stuttered dazedly, managing to get himself upright again. He stared down at Bakura's hands wrapped firmly around his own, unable to even finish a coherent thought.
"What?" Ryou retorted. He didn't pause for a response. "Now your hands will be warm. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish the damn movie!" He snapped his head smartly forward, ignoring Ryou's look of bewilderment.
After a moment, the hikari's confused expression slowly melted into a smile.
"Okay," he responded softly, and leaned over to rest his head on Bakura's shoulder.
Bakura let it stay there.
~Owari~