Disclaimer- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any Jim's Big Ego songs. ^^; Authors note- I was just going to make this a one shot, but since so many of you reviewed, here's a second chapter. ^.^ Much fluff.
*How do I get you to think what I want you to think?
How do I get you to do what I want you to do?
How do I get you to give me permission
To allow me to say what I need to convey to you?*
Bakura had awoken first, and he cast his clouded orbs upon the girl. She looked almost like an angel; hair strewn in a way that it almost looked like a halo. That's what she was, wasn't she? An angel? Well, at least to him. If she was an angel, that'd make him the mere mortal.
How did she have a way of making him stick his foot in his mouth so easily? It was as if he'd actually fallen for her! That was a laugh, though. The tomb robber assured herself it was just the need for accompanyment at the moment, and it'd soon past. Then why did he feel so whole for the first time in so long, now that she was resting there with him?
So maybe he did care, so what? He was the tomb robber; he was the one she and the others feared so much. If he was to ever tell her, the white-haired spirit would need an ice pack for the next year. He didn't want that, and he also knew that she didn't want him. Then why couldn't he get himself to tear away from her?
*I want to look like I mean what I'm saying
I want to say something that doesn't mean anything
So that you will believe what I'm saying
So you won't really see what I'm doing*
Thinking back to a few fairy tales his hikari had read him, the spirit chuckled softly. Perhaps some magical incantation would cure him of this mess? With the flick of a wrist and the right words he'd be free to do what he wanted, right? If only fairy tale incantations were real.
His body rose and fell gently with a sigh, and the tomb robber tightened his grip upon the girl. If only there was a way to get her to forget everything he'd done in the past without bruising his ego. Amnesia? No, that wouldn't work; he'd just be in deeper trouble with his hikari's friends. If only she could see past his rough exterior and into the softer part of him that longed to feel her touch constantly.
It was hard to do, though, for he'd never really let anyone come close before. Those who'd tried had just been cast to the side as he moved on. Would that happen to her, too? Certainly not. He'd never be the one to cast her aside, but rather her him. That thought made something within him ache dearly.
*Because I can be allowed to do anything
If you believe I believe what I'm saying
So long as it sounds something like
The thing that you want to be hearing*
It was worth a try, anything was. He'd have to tell her before she got away. Given that, the tomb robber once more loosened his grip upon the girl and began to stroke her back in a comforting manner. This only earned him a soft, contented sigh, but pleased him all the same.
"Anzu," the spirit whispered gently, continuing his strokes. She'd have to be awake for him to say anything, otherwise it wouldn't matter. He feared her words of rejection, though, and took his time in waking her. "Anzu, can you hear me?" A small smile rested gently upon his lips.
"Nng," came the drowsy reply of the cerulean eyed female. What with the soft caress of her back and the body heat between the two, she could bearly manage out that much. It seemed that sleep was quite the adversary, and she was losing the battle all too quickly.
*Because in my heart of hearts
I'm sincerely trying to please you
In my heart of hearts
I want you to love me deeply*
"I.. I love you," Bakura admitted; cheeks taking a soft red hue. There, he'd said it. He'd said the words that he so wanted to say, and just had to wait for her own words of rejection. Perhaps they wouldn't be, though? Maybe, secretly, she felt the same? He could only wait and hope for the best.
The girl mumbled something incoherantly, before shifting somewhat and cuddling once more up to her human teddy bear. Supposedly she was far too drowsy to make sense of what he said, and therefore took it as another insult. Even if it had been, he couldn't scare her off. Not when she was so comfortable.
Sadly, he knew the girl was acting upon her sleepy instincts, and sighed. Another chance was lost upon the moment. There'd be more, though; it was inevidable. Would he brave enough to spout those three words again? He'd done it once, so one more attempt couldn't hurt.
Could it?
*How do I get you to think what I want you to think?
How do I get you to do what I want you to do?
How do I get you to give me permission
To allow me to say what I need to convey to you?*
Bakura had awoken first, and he cast his clouded orbs upon the girl. She looked almost like an angel; hair strewn in a way that it almost looked like a halo. That's what she was, wasn't she? An angel? Well, at least to him. If she was an angel, that'd make him the mere mortal.
How did she have a way of making him stick his foot in his mouth so easily? It was as if he'd actually fallen for her! That was a laugh, though. The tomb robber assured herself it was just the need for accompanyment at the moment, and it'd soon past. Then why did he feel so whole for the first time in so long, now that she was resting there with him?
So maybe he did care, so what? He was the tomb robber; he was the one she and the others feared so much. If he was to ever tell her, the white-haired spirit would need an ice pack for the next year. He didn't want that, and he also knew that she didn't want him. Then why couldn't he get himself to tear away from her?
*I want to look like I mean what I'm saying
I want to say something that doesn't mean anything
So that you will believe what I'm saying
So you won't really see what I'm doing*
Thinking back to a few fairy tales his hikari had read him, the spirit chuckled softly. Perhaps some magical incantation would cure him of this mess? With the flick of a wrist and the right words he'd be free to do what he wanted, right? If only fairy tale incantations were real.
His body rose and fell gently with a sigh, and the tomb robber tightened his grip upon the girl. If only there was a way to get her to forget everything he'd done in the past without bruising his ego. Amnesia? No, that wouldn't work; he'd just be in deeper trouble with his hikari's friends. If only she could see past his rough exterior and into the softer part of him that longed to feel her touch constantly.
It was hard to do, though, for he'd never really let anyone come close before. Those who'd tried had just been cast to the side as he moved on. Would that happen to her, too? Certainly not. He'd never be the one to cast her aside, but rather her him. That thought made something within him ache dearly.
*Because I can be allowed to do anything
If you believe I believe what I'm saying
So long as it sounds something like
The thing that you want to be hearing*
It was worth a try, anything was. He'd have to tell her before she got away. Given that, the tomb robber once more loosened his grip upon the girl and began to stroke her back in a comforting manner. This only earned him a soft, contented sigh, but pleased him all the same.
"Anzu," the spirit whispered gently, continuing his strokes. She'd have to be awake for him to say anything, otherwise it wouldn't matter. He feared her words of rejection, though, and took his time in waking her. "Anzu, can you hear me?" A small smile rested gently upon his lips.
"Nng," came the drowsy reply of the cerulean eyed female. What with the soft caress of her back and the body heat between the two, she could bearly manage out that much. It seemed that sleep was quite the adversary, and she was losing the battle all too quickly.
*Because in my heart of hearts
I'm sincerely trying to please you
In my heart of hearts
I want you to love me deeply*
"I.. I love you," Bakura admitted; cheeks taking a soft red hue. There, he'd said it. He'd said the words that he so wanted to say, and just had to wait for her own words of rejection. Perhaps they wouldn't be, though? Maybe, secretly, she felt the same? He could only wait and hope for the best.
The girl mumbled something incoherantly, before shifting somewhat and cuddling once more up to her human teddy bear. Supposedly she was far too drowsy to make sense of what he said, and therefore took it as another insult. Even if it had been, he couldn't scare her off. Not when she was so comfortable.
Sadly, he knew the girl was acting upon her sleepy instincts, and sighed. Another chance was lost upon the moment. There'd be more, though; it was inevidable. Would he brave enough to spout those three words again? He'd done it once, so one more attempt couldn't hurt.
Could it?