Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, miniature cliffie. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, but if I did, Seto Kaiba would be mine. (Wait a minute... he *is* mine!)
Seto: I'm afraid you're mistaken. I belong to no one.
Me: Apparently, I'm not. *points to Gameboy Advance screen, where Seto is saying "You're mine."*
Seto: O_o The statement that you're mine doesn't make me yours.
Me: Quit arguing semantics with me, Kaiba-boy. *kisses him* You're mine. *laughs triumphantly*
Seto: ...
Chapter 6
Kyogi Katei
kyogi katei - untrue assumptions
"Yami-sama," Ryou whimpered brokenly. The grip on his wrist tightened. "Yami-sama... Gomen nasai, I won't do it again, I promise, I was just..." He stopped. He couldn't tell Bakura what he was just doing, or why.
Bakura waited for his hikari to finish the sentence. "You were just...?" He wrenched Ryou's arm, forcing the boy to face him. Ryou kept his eyes down, and did not reply.
"What were you doing in my soul room? And why do you do this so stealthily, as if you fear my knowledge of it?" Ryou bit his lip. "I do not truly sleep, you must realize. I have no need; I merely rest my soul for a time." He paused. "I know that you've been here every night for some time now." Ryou inhaled sharply, breaking into a cold sweat.
"Were you perhaps seeking to dispose of me?" Ryou stiffened. The thought had never crossed his mind. "It is natural to assume that one is more vulnerable in sleep." Bakura's voice had begun to take on the tone of anger-driven madness. "Is my end close, my hikari?" He smirked. "You have kept our link closed for the past week, keeping your whereabouts a mystery to me. Can you taste victory yet, hikari?" He lifted Ryou's chin with a finger and drew his face close to his, meeting his eyes. "Or do you taste defeat?"
Ryou forced his eyes away. "That's not true!"
"Then what, pray tell, were you doing?" Bakura's voice mocked him.
"I can't tell you. You don't understand!" In desperation, Ryou tried to snatch his hand back, and in failure, struck out with his free one. On contact, his eyes widened, realizing his mistake.
His yami captured the hand that had struck him, releasing his hold on the other. Bakura narrowed his eyes. "This wrist was sprained, was it not? Then how do you strike me so forcefully and painlessly?"
"I can't tell you," Ryou repeated.
"What are you hiding from me, Ryou?" Bakura held Ryou's arm steady and slowly began to unwrap the bandage as Ryou tried futilely to escape.
Bakura's eyes widened when the three parallel slashes first came into view. He cried out silently in denial; he knew what they meant. What had he done? Had he driven Ryou to this? He refused to believe he had.
"These cuts are not mine," he forced himself to speak. "What is the meaning of this?" Then in a softer voice, "Who did this to you?" He had to ask, though he knew the answers well.
Ryou turned, looked him in the eye, and gave him the answer he most feared. "I did."
Ryou thought he would break down and cry now, but to his amazement, no tears fell from his eyes. Somehow, he'd found the strength to stand here and face his yami.
Bakura did not look away either, but found that no words came to his lips. His heart awash in guilt, he looked down helplessly into Ryou's defiant eyes. He was taken aback for a moment, feeling his blood heat again. So beautiful, he thought to himself. Why do I feel this way in the most irelevant situations?
When he felt his voice return, he still could not speak. But why? he mouthed.
"Why do you care? You hate me." Ryou said coldly.
Bakura turned away. He couldn't bear to listen any longer; his hikari's words could have turned even his blood to ice. "Do I?" he heard himself speak.
"What do you mean, yami?" Ryou asked, cautiously. It was one of those many moments, Bakura thought, that he wanted to just kiss him senseless. His hikari was just so disarming at times, frigid in bitter anger at one moment, and yet just two words from him could melt him in the next.
"Go back to bed, Ryou. It's been a long day for you. You need your rest." Bakura needed to get Ryou out of here. He didn't know if he could trust himself if Ryou stayed any longer.
Ryou found the distance to the door diminished, and as soon as he stepped out of his yami's soul room, was tucked snugly in bed. Long after he fell asleep, Bakura still stared at the door of his soul room, struggling to comprehend all that had happened today.
Author's Note:
I know this was short, but what can I do during finals week? I'll have chapter seven uploaded next week... sigh. Starting next week, I'll be taking three hour night classes at a community college on Monday and Friday in addition to high school. I hope I'll survive the semester...
Jou: Dang... stop overworking yourself! Relax!
Me: I can't, I have to... be better... than everyone... else...
Seto: Hn. You'll never be better than I. *pauses for a moment* Here, you can have these ultra-caffeinated coffee candies. I use them when I work late.
Me: Arigatou, Seto-chan... zzz...
Seto: *puts up sign: "Do Not Disturb: She's Sleeping (but a review would be nice)"*
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, miniature cliffie. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, but if I did, Seto Kaiba would be mine. (Wait a minute... he *is* mine!)
Seto: I'm afraid you're mistaken. I belong to no one.
Me: Apparently, I'm not. *points to Gameboy Advance screen, where Seto is saying "You're mine."*
Seto: O_o The statement that you're mine doesn't make me yours.
Me: Quit arguing semantics with me, Kaiba-boy. *kisses him* You're mine. *laughs triumphantly*
Seto: ...
Chapter 6
Kyogi Katei
kyogi katei - untrue assumptions
"Yami-sama," Ryou whimpered brokenly. The grip on his wrist tightened. "Yami-sama... Gomen nasai, I won't do it again, I promise, I was just..." He stopped. He couldn't tell Bakura what he was just doing, or why.
Bakura waited for his hikari to finish the sentence. "You were just...?" He wrenched Ryou's arm, forcing the boy to face him. Ryou kept his eyes down, and did not reply.
"What were you doing in my soul room? And why do you do this so stealthily, as if you fear my knowledge of it?" Ryou bit his lip. "I do not truly sleep, you must realize. I have no need; I merely rest my soul for a time." He paused. "I know that you've been here every night for some time now." Ryou inhaled sharply, breaking into a cold sweat.
"Were you perhaps seeking to dispose of me?" Ryou stiffened. The thought had never crossed his mind. "It is natural to assume that one is more vulnerable in sleep." Bakura's voice had begun to take on the tone of anger-driven madness. "Is my end close, my hikari?" He smirked. "You have kept our link closed for the past week, keeping your whereabouts a mystery to me. Can you taste victory yet, hikari?" He lifted Ryou's chin with a finger and drew his face close to his, meeting his eyes. "Or do you taste defeat?"
Ryou forced his eyes away. "That's not true!"
"Then what, pray tell, were you doing?" Bakura's voice mocked him.
"I can't tell you. You don't understand!" In desperation, Ryou tried to snatch his hand back, and in failure, struck out with his free one. On contact, his eyes widened, realizing his mistake.
His yami captured the hand that had struck him, releasing his hold on the other. Bakura narrowed his eyes. "This wrist was sprained, was it not? Then how do you strike me so forcefully and painlessly?"
"I can't tell you," Ryou repeated.
"What are you hiding from me, Ryou?" Bakura held Ryou's arm steady and slowly began to unwrap the bandage as Ryou tried futilely to escape.
Bakura's eyes widened when the three parallel slashes first came into view. He cried out silently in denial; he knew what they meant. What had he done? Had he driven Ryou to this? He refused to believe he had.
"These cuts are not mine," he forced himself to speak. "What is the meaning of this?" Then in a softer voice, "Who did this to you?" He had to ask, though he knew the answers well.
Ryou turned, looked him in the eye, and gave him the answer he most feared. "I did."
Ryou thought he would break down and cry now, but to his amazement, no tears fell from his eyes. Somehow, he'd found the strength to stand here and face his yami.
Bakura did not look away either, but found that no words came to his lips. His heart awash in guilt, he looked down helplessly into Ryou's defiant eyes. He was taken aback for a moment, feeling his blood heat again. So beautiful, he thought to himself. Why do I feel this way in the most irelevant situations?
When he felt his voice return, he still could not speak. But why? he mouthed.
"Why do you care? You hate me." Ryou said coldly.
Bakura turned away. He couldn't bear to listen any longer; his hikari's words could have turned even his blood to ice. "Do I?" he heard himself speak.
"What do you mean, yami?" Ryou asked, cautiously. It was one of those many moments, Bakura thought, that he wanted to just kiss him senseless. His hikari was just so disarming at times, frigid in bitter anger at one moment, and yet just two words from him could melt him in the next.
"Go back to bed, Ryou. It's been a long day for you. You need your rest." Bakura needed to get Ryou out of here. He didn't know if he could trust himself if Ryou stayed any longer.
Ryou found the distance to the door diminished, and as soon as he stepped out of his yami's soul room, was tucked snugly in bed. Long after he fell asleep, Bakura still stared at the door of his soul room, struggling to comprehend all that had happened today.
Author's Note:
I know this was short, but what can I do during finals week? I'll have chapter seven uploaded next week... sigh. Starting next week, I'll be taking three hour night classes at a community college on Monday and Friday in addition to high school. I hope I'll survive the semester...
Jou: Dang... stop overworking yourself! Relax!
Me: I can't, I have to... be better... than everyone... else...
Seto: Hn. You'll never be better than I. *pauses for a moment* Here, you can have these ultra-caffeinated coffee candies. I use them when I work late.
Me: Arigatou, Seto-chan... zzz...
Seto: *puts up sign: "Do Not Disturb: She's Sleeping (but a review would be nice)"*