'Till I hurt you

YA: Waah! I started on a new fic! Bad girl!

Ryou: Yeah, you're supposed to finish TSAN.

YA: Ah, don't worry, Ryou. I will finish that one. In fact, not only will I upload the second chapter to this story tomorrow

But I'll add another chapter to TSAN as well.

Ryou: Ya sure.

YA: Really.

Ryou: Okay tell me this. What makes this fic different from the other Bakura/Ryou fics?

YA: Excellent question! This is a Ryou/Bakura fic but it's very different from most that I read. In most of them

Ryou's father plays a very small part (if any one sees or wrote a fic and his father plays a big part let me know!).

In this fic, he's very much involved in the story.

Ryou: *nods* And what else?

YA: And you still get beat! *cackles*

Ryou: *sweatdrops*

YA: Honestly, you still get beat…until…you FIGHT back!

Ryou: I fight back? O_o

YA: Yep. Anyway, onward!

*~*~Sweet Desert Rain~*~*~

"It's here! I finally found the body I was looking for! 3000 years and it's practically fallen into my hands and I can finally

travel about collecting the remaining six Sennen (Millennium) Item. For as long as I live, I won't stop until I have my revenge

on that blasted Pharaoh!!!"

A dark figure stands on a remote part of land far above Domino City during a harsh winter storm. He takes out a strange ring like object with seven sharp spires. He holds it up, as if holding it over the sparkling city below. It illuminated an eerie glow and one of the spires point to a spot in the city. A smirk crawls on the mysterious face.

"Teleport!"

In Domino City, a snow storm is passing through, blinding the city drivers who are in a rush to get to their warm homes. Particularly the Bakura family. Professor Bakura (a/n: That's Ryou's dad! Can't imagine Bakura as a professor, eh? If anybody knows his name, let me know for I'll just be calling him Professor during the whole fic.) and Ryou drives in a quick pace to beat the storm.

"Whoo! We have a rough one this year!" Professor exclaimed.

"Slow down on those turns dad!" Ryou cried hanging on to his seat in terror. He felt a shriek rise inside, but stopping it only caused him to make burst of squeaks instead.

"Nearly there, son! Enjoy the thrill!" Ryou's brow wrinkled in disbelief.

"I'd like to enjoy what I just had for lunch!" Professor gripped the wheel tightly with eyes bulging. He quickly rolled down the window.

"Aim outside, son! I just put new carpets in!" Professor and Ryou both burst out in heavy laughter suddenly interrupted by a bright flash of golden light. "What was that son?" Upon driving close enough, the vision was clear after the flash of light. The Proffesor did a quick double take before gasping to see an exact copy of Ryou in before them!

"RYOU!" He slammed on the brakes to stop from hitting his only son but the road was too icy to come to a complete stop. The car skidded and slid at a great speed straight in the direction of the look-alike. Fear struck the face of the unknown boy before the car smashed into him and sent him sprawling into the dark road ahead, out of sight. The car continued to slide until it rammed into a pile of built up snow.

Professor lifted his head from the steering wheel, removing stray strands of purple hair from his moist brow. He panted softly, remembering what he saw, or better, who he saw out in the street!

"Ryou! Ryou! Oh my god! My son!" A small groan was heard beside him and to Professor's relief; his son was still sitting in the passenger seat unharmed. A smooth hand ran over the face of Ryou to check if there were any injuries. His small pale face was unblemished, not a trace of bruises. "Are you alright son?" Ryou's eyes fluttered opened and he rubbed his head. Without giving an answer, Professor grabbed him and held him in a tight embrace.

"I'm alright dad. But who'd we hit?"

Professor blinked at Ryou, looked outside and blinked at Ryou again.

"You." He said. Now it was Ryou's turn to blink in a confused state. Professor released the hold of the seatbelt and rushed outside. The sudden chill of the wind seem to nip at any exposed skin. A couple of paces and he located the body he hit. He had to stop himself from getting a heart attack, for it wasn't his son he hit. But how could it now be?? The person looked just like Ryou. He looked behind him one last time to see if Ryou was in the car, and then knelt down to check if the person was still alive. He grasps the wrist to check if there was a pulse and to his surprise, there was a beat.

"Ryou! He's alive! Help me get him into the car!" Of course, he could have done it himself but the body was soaked to the skin, making him weigh much more than he normally does. Ryou raced to his father in the blinding storm. Stumbling upon the person that was hit, Ryou was taken aback! He froze to the spot, face struck with pure shock.

"Help me, son!" Ryou shook the shock long enough to help his father carry the fallen twin into the car. All the while, the storm was getting worse but the Professor was relieved that they were close to home. In a rush, they carried the boy into the house through a sheet of cold white. Just as fast, placed him on the couch.

"Son, get the emergency kit! I'll get him dry!" Ryou nodded and ran into the bathroom. Professor gathered towels in his arms and rubbed the boy roughly to spark some warmth into him. Hesitantly at first he unbuttons the shirt to reveal not only bruises and scraps, but the exact ring he has given his son not too long ago.

"Dad, do you know who this person is?" Ryou asked, handing the gauzes to his father.

"If I had the answer Ryou, believe me I would tell you." He carefully dabbed the medicine onto his wounds while Ryou lit a fire into the fireplace. The warm color of orange-red filled the room adding more excitement as the outside continued to be covered in a callous white. "He looks like a lost twin of yours." A groan escaped the mouth from the injured boy and Ryou sighed in relief.

"He's alive. That's a relief." The boy opened his eyes slowly, revealing the fiery copper color. Professor gasped, accidentally pressing on a wound.

"Ooowwww!" he howled. Ryou ran over and grabbed his father's hand and pulled him away.

"Let me handle this dad." Ryou gently placed on hand under the boy's head and lifted him up. It took a while for Ryou to realize that the boy was staring at him. When Ryou's eyes met his to tend to a small injury to his head, he quickly turned away from the longing gaze of the other.

"Who are you?" he asked, never taking his copper gaze from his 'savior.' Ryou dabbed cream into his hands and rubbed them together.

"My name is Ryou." He said softly. Placing one hand on his side (Bakura's side); he gently applied the cool cream onto his wound.

"What's your name?" Ryou asked coolly.

"Bakura." Ryou blinked while mouthing 'Bakura?' Looking at his father with a questioning look on his face, his father was also frozen with amazement. Another groan came from Bakura grabbing his attention.

"I'm finished, Bakura. You should rest now." Bakura nodded closing his eyes. Both Ryou and Professor rushed into the study, quietly closing the door behind them with a small click. Both of them paced around the room in a circle, minds filled with questions about Bakura.

"So you never had twins? I'm the only one?" Ryou asked.

"Yes. There was only one child!"

"Okay, so why does he look so much like me?" Ryou stared into his hands. "Our looks are almost flawless! Almost no change!"

"I—I—I suppose every person has a look-alike." Professor answered. Ryou paused; brow wrinkled and hands on his hips.

"So, I have a look-alike named BAKURA??" Professor stopped pacing and slammed a fist into his opened palm noting that this look-alike has the same name as their family name.

"That's a good question, son!" Ryou stared down and brought out the ring his father gave him a while back after coming from a dig.

"He has this too! I thought it was supposed to be so RARE, dad!" Proffesor cringed at his son's emphasis on the word rare. He promised his son that the jewel was one of a kind for a one of a kind son. He sighed and twisted his fist further into his palm.

"Give me a night so I can come up with a thesis. For now, keep an eye on him and get some rest." Ryou nodded and exited the room. Upon passing the living room, dimmed of light only lit by the dancing of flames in the fireplace, he saw Bakura resting peacefully on the couch. The glow of the fire really seemed to bring out his well defined body. Although he was Ryou's look-alike, he was really attractive to Ryou. As many times as Ryou looked in the mirror, he never thought of himself as handsome. He shrugged off the thought and gone upstairs into his room.

His roomed seemed to carry more cold than it did downstairs. Shivering while removing his casually clothes and changed into a bed wear, he hopped into bed wrapping the blankets tightly around him. During the night, he tossed in his sleep, drifting back and forth until the cold completely awakened him. He rolled over until his forehead smacked into something hard. He opened one chestnut eye to see a knee. He opened another to see Bakura sitting on the bed, studying him. No look of curiosity was on his face; instead it was dead and expressionless.

"Bakura?" He didn't answer and Ryou sat up so that he was eye level. "Do you need some more pain killers?" Bakura nodded slowly, unsure of what Ryou just asked him. Ryou moved away to get more but Bakura grabbed his wrist pulling him back. The hand he was holding, he pulled down to the bruise that Ryou recently treated, gritting his teeth when the small hand made contact. Ryou noticed that Bakura had fangs and became quickly intimidated.

"Um, I can't heal you that way." Ryou laughed. Bakura narrowed his eyes dangerously.

His hands are soft to the touch. I've seen and felt many hands but nothing like this. They are small and delicate, completely free from the roughness of anything much like a young child or a woman. No, not like those at all. A woman's hand can be hardened from work as well as a child who plays. As I look at his face, there are no traces of marks or scars. Completely untarnished with flaws of what the human body has to offer. But it's just his face and hands I examined. I would like to see more of his body…

Dropping the hand he was holding, Bakura reached out to unbutton Ryou's shirt. Ryou pulled away but didn't get far. Bakura grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer. All the buttons were now undone and through the calm setting of the window which now sheds the light of the moon, he could see Ryou's chest.

Even his skin is soft below the protection of clothes. How can a body be this perfect? Yet he's so small. Had he any contact with others? To build up the strength of his body?

Ryou looked away and blushed. With the same hand, Bakura turned Ryou's face so he was once again looking into the innocent tawny colored eyes.

"I owe you for saving my life." He pulled his face closer to Ryou's, his eyes half lidded with sleepiness, although Ryou mistook it for lust. "Ryou—oh…" Closing his eyes completely he collapsed onto Ryou. His heavy body knocking Ryou over into the soft folds of his blankets. Ryou swallowed and continued to stare at the ceiling. His hand wandered through the surprisingly smooth touch of Bakura's wild hair. Ryou lowered his head allowing his face to brush against the smooth texture of his hair. He smelled a rare aroma from him. Something sweet but not desirable, if it could be felt it would be liquid, almost pure yet harsh.

"Sweet rain." Ryou chuckled. The warmth of Bakura's body provided him the drowsiness he needed. "Falling upon the desert sand…Sweet Desert Rain…"

~*~*~TBC*~*~*~

YA: So…

Ryou: I like it! I like it!

YA: Good. Now for the million dollar question: To make Yaoi or not to make Yaoi? That is the question.

Ryou: *sweatdrops* You wouldn't…

YA: I would if that's what the people want. This story can go both ways actually.

Ryou: Couldn't we just be friends? *nervous giggle*

YA: I dunno. Readers please review and give me an answer.

Ryou: Yep. *points below* There's a little slot that say "Send Review." Push the little purple button that says "Go!"