I walk closer to my light, as innocent a look on my face as I can
manage. This is not a very innocent look. With every step, I sense him
tensing up. "Yes, Ryou?" I repeat softly, all the while getting closer to
him.
"W-why did you do this?" he asks. I can hear the confusion and slight fear in his voice. I stop walking toward him and give him a look as if to say, Why not?
Taking a deep breath, my light amazes me with his courage. "I-I mean, why did you not beat me last night, and why have you now made breakfast?" He gulps, and I sense that he is about to continue to amaze me. "Why are you being so nice?"
At that, I look at him. I have been looking at the floor, but now he has my attention. His chocolate-brown eyes are filled with fear at what my answer might be. But there is another emotion there, one I hardly recognize. Is that _hope_ in my light's eyes? Hope of what? I intend to find out.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I am shaking. I do not understand what my yami is doing, nor why he is doing it, and part of me is afraid to know. Is this yet another one of his mind games? Is this yet another attempt of his to play with my mind simply for his own amusement? I do not doubt that it is.
He has been walking toward me, and I am slightly afraid. Is he approaching me so that he may be close enough to hit me? Perhaps the few words I have said have been too much.
"Why-why did you do this?" I ask, a slight shake in my voice that I wish was not there. He hears it, I know. He hears it and knows that I am scared. He knows he is winning this game.
At my words, he ceases to advance toward me. For that, I am grateful. He is too far away still to reach me, which means that for now, I am spared the feel of his palm against my cheek.
He looks at me, silently asking, Why should I not? There are many answers to this growing in my mind, but I am not stupid enough to voice them. Instead, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and say,"I-I mean, why did you not beat me last night, and why have you now made breakfast?" Gulping down the lump in my throat, I continue, "Why are you being so nice?"
At this, he looks up. Until now, he has been looking at the floor. But now he looks at me, looks straight into my eyes. As he stares at me, a strange look forms on his face, though I am unable to read it. I wonder what he sees in my eyes. Perhaps he sees my fear of what he will say. I pray he does not see the hope in my eyes-hope that he will tell me that he loves me. This hope is a waste. That is the last thing he would say.
"Ryou," he says softly, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Why should I _not_ be nice to you?"
At this, I stare at him. A deep anger boils up inside of me, and I cannot keep it from spilling out. "Why not?" I say, my tone one of defiance and hatred. "Why not?" I repeat. "You have never cared before. You have always told me what a weakling I am, how I am nothing compared to you. What game are you playing at?"
As soon as these words leave my mouth, I regret them. I know what will happen now. I will be punished. And I sense it will be the worst ever.
I close my eyes tightly, waiting for his hand to come into contact with my face, his leg with my shin.
"Ryou," he says gently, in a tone that is highly unlike him. I do not dare to open my eyes though. "Ryou, open your eyes."
I do not dare defy him. I open my eyes to an amazing sight. He is standing exactly where he was. He has not come near me, and there is no anger evident in his face. I do not know what to make of this.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
This is something new. My light is voicing his opinion, and I can sense anger and hatred in his voice. I think I like this new Ryou.
"Ryou."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Ryou." he says again, softly, in a voice I have never heard before. Slowly, he approaches me. I instinctively pull back, walking backwards as he walks forwards. But the kitchen is small, and I soon find myself against the counter. There is nowhere for me to go.
He is now only about a foot away from me. My eyes are wide with fear, for his face shows no emotion. I do not know what he is planning, but my belief is it will be painful for me. I slowly close my eyes, praying to a god that I do not believe in. I can hear him coming closer. He must be right on top of me now.
I flinch as his hand gently touches my chin, lifting it up. If my eyes were open, I suppose I would be looking up at him, while he looks down at me. But I am too afraid to open my eyes. I squeeze them tighter, fearing what is to come.
Before I know what is happening, I feel soft lips on mine. I am being kissed. Instinctively, I kiss back, opening my mouth to the gentle tongue tracing my lips. Then it hits me-I am kissing Bakura, my yami, the other half of my soul.
I break the kiss off, staring up at him. A question forms on my lips, and I allow myself to ask it. "Why?"
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
My light is backed up against the counter, his eyes closed tightly. My moment has come. I quickly close the distance between us, and lifting his chin up, claim his lips as my own. He tastes of everything I have dreamed of. He opens his mouth to me, and I feel him responding to my kiss. Mentally, I smirk. This was easier than I thought.
I feel him pulling away. Reluctantly, I allow him to. I see the confusion in his eyes, but also, I see love. In my mind, it all clicks together. The hope I saw in his eyes moments before was hope that I was doing everything for love of him. This realization changes everything.
"Why?" he asks, the same hope in his voice as was in his eyes earlier.
"Why do you think, Ryou?" I whisper seductively, making sure he understands my meaning. By the rejoicing I sense inwardly from him through our link, he understands. He understands the meaning I wanted him to understand-he thinks I love him back. Poor delusional fool. His love for me will make things so much easier. Before the weekend ends, he will be mine in every sense of the word.
~end chapter 4~
*sigh* Whew.I'm tired now. That took me only a half hour to write, and my fingers are _really_ tired now..I was typing waaaay too fast..But there you go! Chapter 4. And be happy, this is the fastest I've ever updated a ficcy. This is what, 4 chapters within a week? My muse seems to be going into overdrive..Oh, and love to all my reviewers! You are all the BEST!!! Like, totally, 100% the greatest. ^_^ So, *MwAaZ* to you all!
Next chapter should be up in a few days. This story will finish in a few chapter, maybe two or three, and then I'm planning to write a prequel. I'll tell more about that in the last chapter. Oh, and please review if you read this! *makes puppy dogg eyes* Hehehe..
~TaLoN~
"W-why did you do this?" he asks. I can hear the confusion and slight fear in his voice. I stop walking toward him and give him a look as if to say, Why not?
Taking a deep breath, my light amazes me with his courage. "I-I mean, why did you not beat me last night, and why have you now made breakfast?" He gulps, and I sense that he is about to continue to amaze me. "Why are you being so nice?"
At that, I look at him. I have been looking at the floor, but now he has my attention. His chocolate-brown eyes are filled with fear at what my answer might be. But there is another emotion there, one I hardly recognize. Is that _hope_ in my light's eyes? Hope of what? I intend to find out.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I am shaking. I do not understand what my yami is doing, nor why he is doing it, and part of me is afraid to know. Is this yet another one of his mind games? Is this yet another attempt of his to play with my mind simply for his own amusement? I do not doubt that it is.
He has been walking toward me, and I am slightly afraid. Is he approaching me so that he may be close enough to hit me? Perhaps the few words I have said have been too much.
"Why-why did you do this?" I ask, a slight shake in my voice that I wish was not there. He hears it, I know. He hears it and knows that I am scared. He knows he is winning this game.
At my words, he ceases to advance toward me. For that, I am grateful. He is too far away still to reach me, which means that for now, I am spared the feel of his palm against my cheek.
He looks at me, silently asking, Why should I not? There are many answers to this growing in my mind, but I am not stupid enough to voice them. Instead, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and say,"I-I mean, why did you not beat me last night, and why have you now made breakfast?" Gulping down the lump in my throat, I continue, "Why are you being so nice?"
At this, he looks up. Until now, he has been looking at the floor. But now he looks at me, looks straight into my eyes. As he stares at me, a strange look forms on his face, though I am unable to read it. I wonder what he sees in my eyes. Perhaps he sees my fear of what he will say. I pray he does not see the hope in my eyes-hope that he will tell me that he loves me. This hope is a waste. That is the last thing he would say.
"Ryou," he says softly, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Why should I _not_ be nice to you?"
At this, I stare at him. A deep anger boils up inside of me, and I cannot keep it from spilling out. "Why not?" I say, my tone one of defiance and hatred. "Why not?" I repeat. "You have never cared before. You have always told me what a weakling I am, how I am nothing compared to you. What game are you playing at?"
As soon as these words leave my mouth, I regret them. I know what will happen now. I will be punished. And I sense it will be the worst ever.
I close my eyes tightly, waiting for his hand to come into contact with my face, his leg with my shin.
"Ryou," he says gently, in a tone that is highly unlike him. I do not dare to open my eyes though. "Ryou, open your eyes."
I do not dare defy him. I open my eyes to an amazing sight. He is standing exactly where he was. He has not come near me, and there is no anger evident in his face. I do not know what to make of this.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
This is something new. My light is voicing his opinion, and I can sense anger and hatred in his voice. I think I like this new Ryou.
"Ryou."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Ryou." he says again, softly, in a voice I have never heard before. Slowly, he approaches me. I instinctively pull back, walking backwards as he walks forwards. But the kitchen is small, and I soon find myself against the counter. There is nowhere for me to go.
He is now only about a foot away from me. My eyes are wide with fear, for his face shows no emotion. I do not know what he is planning, but my belief is it will be painful for me. I slowly close my eyes, praying to a god that I do not believe in. I can hear him coming closer. He must be right on top of me now.
I flinch as his hand gently touches my chin, lifting it up. If my eyes were open, I suppose I would be looking up at him, while he looks down at me. But I am too afraid to open my eyes. I squeeze them tighter, fearing what is to come.
Before I know what is happening, I feel soft lips on mine. I am being kissed. Instinctively, I kiss back, opening my mouth to the gentle tongue tracing my lips. Then it hits me-I am kissing Bakura, my yami, the other half of my soul.
I break the kiss off, staring up at him. A question forms on my lips, and I allow myself to ask it. "Why?"
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
My light is backed up against the counter, his eyes closed tightly. My moment has come. I quickly close the distance between us, and lifting his chin up, claim his lips as my own. He tastes of everything I have dreamed of. He opens his mouth to me, and I feel him responding to my kiss. Mentally, I smirk. This was easier than I thought.
I feel him pulling away. Reluctantly, I allow him to. I see the confusion in his eyes, but also, I see love. In my mind, it all clicks together. The hope I saw in his eyes moments before was hope that I was doing everything for love of him. This realization changes everything.
"Why?" he asks, the same hope in his voice as was in his eyes earlier.
"Why do you think, Ryou?" I whisper seductively, making sure he understands my meaning. By the rejoicing I sense inwardly from him through our link, he understands. He understands the meaning I wanted him to understand-he thinks I love him back. Poor delusional fool. His love for me will make things so much easier. Before the weekend ends, he will be mine in every sense of the word.
~end chapter 4~
*sigh* Whew.I'm tired now. That took me only a half hour to write, and my fingers are _really_ tired now..I was typing waaaay too fast..But there you go! Chapter 4. And be happy, this is the fastest I've ever updated a ficcy. This is what, 4 chapters within a week? My muse seems to be going into overdrive..Oh, and love to all my reviewers! You are all the BEST!!! Like, totally, 100% the greatest. ^_^ So, *MwAaZ* to you all!
Next chapter should be up in a few days. This story will finish in a few chapter, maybe two or three, and then I'm planning to write a prequel. I'll tell more about that in the last chapter. Oh, and please review if you read this! *makes puppy dogg eyes* Hehehe..
~TaLoN~