Chapter Two~ Welcomed Touch
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Mmmmmmmm. Ehehh. Huh? Whaaaat's doooooing thiiiis? Mmm. Yummmmy purrrrry feeeeeling. Mmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaaaaahhh, mmmm, oooohhh. Yiiiiiiiikes. ~________________~.
Wha-? Who's scratching my baaaaaaaaaaaack? Mmmmmmmm. Sleeeeeeeeeepy, cuddlycuddly. Yumyumyumyumyum. Oh, what's going on? Who's trying to turn me into muuush? Who's trying to make me so snugglysnugglymmmmm? Oh, how I wish it were Bakura-saaaaaaaammmmmmaaaaaa...
"Hikari," Mmmmmm, such a yummmmmy voice murmurmurmurmuring in my ear so softcuddlyyumyumyum. "Ryou." Yes, Bakura-sama-sama-yumyum?
BAKURA-SAMA? I bolt up, wide awake, my back still tingling. "Ah, good. You're up."
"Wha-? Yes, I'm awake. I- wha- how- heh- wha- I- eheh, how the- why- what- oh, Bakura-sama!" I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his softsoft cuddly yumyum hair. Boy, I'm sure coherent when I'm just awakened and cuddle-starved! Mmmmm, cuddle... (droooooling /_________\)
He stiffens, slightly, before he begins to pat me on the back. Oh, come on, Bakura-samayummyone! Pleaseplease scratch? It's so gentle and snuggly. Please? See, I'll be good, good little Ryou-hikari if you'll be cuddly yummyyami Bakura-saaamaaaaa. Oh, yepyep. I'm a fluff-brain.
I whimper as I feel his hands begin to knead my back through my pajamas. Mmmmmmmmmmmyumyumyummmmmmm. Sosnugglycuddlymmmmm. My lips quivering, I whisper against his neck, "Oh, Bakura-sama, I missed you so much! But- but how did you-"
"Shut up, twerp. Remember when Honda-no-baka chucked the Ring at Duelist Kingdom?" I nod. "And how I came back? Well, that's how. I'm not letting any khem temu (stupid mortals) take you from me. I need you, 'cause you're my host, Hikari, and I take what's mine."
Mmmmmmmm. Me, Bakura-sama's. Mmmmm. Nuzzling his shoulder, I lean against him. Mmmmmm. Yuuuuuuuuuummmmmyyyyyyyyy. Desperate for affection, I wrap my legs around his waist. "Oki-doki," I mumble happily. "I'm just glad you're back! I've been sort of lonely, even though Yugi and his meru (friends) came over earlier."
"They did, ne? You didn't think enough to nab the Puzzle for me while they were?" His eyebrow raises in amusement, and I blush, even though I know he really didn't expect me to. I shake my head, anyway.
"You're not angry, are you?"
"Naah. Not like you would. And not like I would want my Hikari to get blasted by Aa-perti Khem (Pharaoh Idiot)! I need your body, you pathetic little twit." My face reddens more at the idea of him "needing my body." Ugh! Hentai, hentai, HENTAI!!!
I shake my embarrassment off, knowing full well that if he caught me blushing so furiously, he would find out about my feelings. Bakura-sama+ My feelings+ His ability to bust into my private thoughts= NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!= ITAI!!!
His fingers absently continue to stroke my back, and I grow very quiet. I tremble at the gentle touch, and sigh. "Tell me, Hikari, are you feeling all right, here? You know, when the people come to give you food, I can always kick the crap out of them."
"Please, no, Bakura-sama. We need to be patient. You can't kick an entire hospital's arse without the monsters, and if you do that, we'll have the military on our arses. Not a fun idea." He looks downcast, and I roll my eyes.
"Damn. You're no fun." Fun? Oh, crap. Man, I've gotta get my mind out of my pants. Man, do I ever wish that he considered me "fun," but in more comfy ways. More loving ways. I release a deep breath, trying to just relax and ignore my body's more *personal* needs. A tear trickles down my cheek, and I wipe it off on Bakura-sama's jacket. Surprised, he squeezes me lightly.
"What's up, Hikari? Sheesh, I'm not even whacking you around, and you're crying!" His voice is low, and I could swear I hear a tinge of regret within it. "Do I bother you that much?"
'Yes,' I want to say, 'you bother me in ways that you'd probably hate.' But my only response is a simple shake of my head.
"You know, Hikari, I've got one thing to say to that. Bullshit." He pushes me out of his arms and holds me by the shoulders. "Look at you. Neteru! For the sake of the Gods! You're scared!" Looking away in disgust, he removes his touch from me completely. Helplessly, I hang my head. The last thing I want is to disgust Bakura-sama.
"Maybe I should just go. It's clear I'm not going to do you any good." His barely audible declaration hurts, and I gasp.
"Ba-Bakura-sama! No!" He turns away.
"Ryou, it's probably better. You know, I'm the one who ended up getting you locked in here. Maybe without me, you can get out."
"No! Bakura-sama, don't go!" Impulsively, I reach for him, flinging my arms around his neck. Resting my head on his back, I pray that he'll stay. With a hiss, he falls to his knees. "Bakura-sama, please! I don't want to be alone!" Tentatively, he shifts position to sit on his rear.
"Is that it? Am I just here for your company?" Neteru, he sounds so hurt! Shyly, I blush.
"I- I never wanted you to think that! That's not all of it, there's the fact that I need you!"
"Are you sure? Or are you just lonely?" He speaks quietly, and he sounds like he feels my words are a dishonest statement.
"Bakura-sama, I AM lonely, but there's more!" I lose all restraint as I sob, clutching his collar. "Bakura-sama, please stay with me! I need you! I love you!"
He freezes, and I curl into a tight fetal position in his lap. "Is that it, Hikari? Or are you just lonely?"
"IT'S NOT JUST LONELINESS! It's been happening since before I got stuck here! I've loved you ever since I figured out why I couldn't want to get rid of you! I need you! I need you with me, even if you're being mean! I hate it when you hurt me, but I don't care! I need you! Without you, I can't take it! You're mine!"
Abruptly, I am snapped out of my rant as I feel the sharp contact of flesh against my cheek. "I am not yours! Ra-damnit! I'm not your freakin' slave!" Too late, I realize what he may have thought I meant.
"Ba-Bakura-sama, I wasn't saying you were! I meant that you're too important to me for me to be able to live without you. Hell, if anything, I'm YOUR slave!"
I nurse my cheek, noticing that the slap wasn't even a bruiser. Good. The last thing I need is for the damn quacks to see me with more injury. Bakura is silent, for a time, before he finally responds.
"Important? Slave? I- you- really?" His crimson eyes are flooded with uncertainty.
"Bakura-sama, please. I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I just need you so much! Please, don't leave me." I fumble my hands in my lap, and bite my lip. He sighs, a deep, snarling exhalation.
"Listen, kid. You're wrong. You don't love me. You're just stupid. You can't tell the difference between love and dependence." He turns away, as though ashamed of that statement. I flinch, and, rejected, lie facing the wall. In resignation, I allow my eyes to fall shut.
"If you feel that I am not able to make that distinction, then I suppose that I am not, Master." My tone is cold, formal. "It is as you say, my Master, and I apologize for contradicting you. I am not the one to decide how I feel." I hear him hiss sharply, and I know I've hit a chord. "Master, I am stupid. I am wrong. I do not love you." These last words tear at my heart more distinctly than any of his ever could, but I keep my voice from betraying my emotions.
He hesitates, before curtly responding. "Good. It's understood. You do not love me, and you cannot love me. It is impossible." I wrap the thin sheet of the cot around my shoulders, and block my heart from Bakura-sama, but, even more importantly, block it from myself.
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Please review, and all you yaoi-haters out there, if you've read this far and you flame me, that makes you a flamer! And anyone who hates yaoi is obviously a homophobe, thus knows ALL insults to homosexuals. So, doesn't that make one of those insults apply to you? ^___^ How was this chapter? Tune in for the next chapter, please! And if you don't plan on it, please review telling me why unless it is merely a "that sucks" type of review.
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Mmmmmmmm. Ehehh. Huh? Whaaaat's doooooing thiiiis? Mmm. Yummmmy purrrrry feeeeeling. Mmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaaaaahhh, mmmm, oooohhh. Yiiiiiiiikes. ~________________~.
Wha-? Who's scratching my baaaaaaaaaaaack? Mmmmmmmm. Sleeeeeeeeeepy, cuddlycuddly. Yumyumyumyumyum. Oh, what's going on? Who's trying to turn me into muuush? Who's trying to make me so snugglysnugglymmmmm? Oh, how I wish it were Bakura-saaaaaaaammmmmmaaaaaa...
"Hikari," Mmmmmm, such a yummmmmy voice murmurmurmurmuring in my ear so softcuddlyyumyumyum. "Ryou." Yes, Bakura-sama-sama-yumyum?
BAKURA-SAMA? I bolt up, wide awake, my back still tingling. "Ah, good. You're up."
"Wha-? Yes, I'm awake. I- wha- how- heh- wha- I- eheh, how the- why- what- oh, Bakura-sama!" I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his softsoft cuddly yumyum hair. Boy, I'm sure coherent when I'm just awakened and cuddle-starved! Mmmmm, cuddle... (droooooling /_________\)
He stiffens, slightly, before he begins to pat me on the back. Oh, come on, Bakura-samayummyone! Pleaseplease scratch? It's so gentle and snuggly. Please? See, I'll be good, good little Ryou-hikari if you'll be cuddly yummyyami Bakura-saaamaaaaa. Oh, yepyep. I'm a fluff-brain.
I whimper as I feel his hands begin to knead my back through my pajamas. Mmmmmmmmmmmyumyumyummmmmmm. Sosnugglycuddlymmmmm. My lips quivering, I whisper against his neck, "Oh, Bakura-sama, I missed you so much! But- but how did you-"
"Shut up, twerp. Remember when Honda-no-baka chucked the Ring at Duelist Kingdom?" I nod. "And how I came back? Well, that's how. I'm not letting any khem temu (stupid mortals) take you from me. I need you, 'cause you're my host, Hikari, and I take what's mine."
Mmmmmmmm. Me, Bakura-sama's. Mmmmm. Nuzzling his shoulder, I lean against him. Mmmmmm. Yuuuuuuuuuummmmmyyyyyyyyy. Desperate for affection, I wrap my legs around his waist. "Oki-doki," I mumble happily. "I'm just glad you're back! I've been sort of lonely, even though Yugi and his meru (friends) came over earlier."
"They did, ne? You didn't think enough to nab the Puzzle for me while they were?" His eyebrow raises in amusement, and I blush, even though I know he really didn't expect me to. I shake my head, anyway.
"You're not angry, are you?"
"Naah. Not like you would. And not like I would want my Hikari to get blasted by Aa-perti Khem (Pharaoh Idiot)! I need your body, you pathetic little twit." My face reddens more at the idea of him "needing my body." Ugh! Hentai, hentai, HENTAI!!!
I shake my embarrassment off, knowing full well that if he caught me blushing so furiously, he would find out about my feelings. Bakura-sama+ My feelings+ His ability to bust into my private thoughts= NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!= ITAI!!!
His fingers absently continue to stroke my back, and I grow very quiet. I tremble at the gentle touch, and sigh. "Tell me, Hikari, are you feeling all right, here? You know, when the people come to give you food, I can always kick the crap out of them."
"Please, no, Bakura-sama. We need to be patient. You can't kick an entire hospital's arse without the monsters, and if you do that, we'll have the military on our arses. Not a fun idea." He looks downcast, and I roll my eyes.
"Damn. You're no fun." Fun? Oh, crap. Man, I've gotta get my mind out of my pants. Man, do I ever wish that he considered me "fun," but in more comfy ways. More loving ways. I release a deep breath, trying to just relax and ignore my body's more *personal* needs. A tear trickles down my cheek, and I wipe it off on Bakura-sama's jacket. Surprised, he squeezes me lightly.
"What's up, Hikari? Sheesh, I'm not even whacking you around, and you're crying!" His voice is low, and I could swear I hear a tinge of regret within it. "Do I bother you that much?"
'Yes,' I want to say, 'you bother me in ways that you'd probably hate.' But my only response is a simple shake of my head.
"You know, Hikari, I've got one thing to say to that. Bullshit." He pushes me out of his arms and holds me by the shoulders. "Look at you. Neteru! For the sake of the Gods! You're scared!" Looking away in disgust, he removes his touch from me completely. Helplessly, I hang my head. The last thing I want is to disgust Bakura-sama.
"Maybe I should just go. It's clear I'm not going to do you any good." His barely audible declaration hurts, and I gasp.
"Ba-Bakura-sama! No!" He turns away.
"Ryou, it's probably better. You know, I'm the one who ended up getting you locked in here. Maybe without me, you can get out."
"No! Bakura-sama, don't go!" Impulsively, I reach for him, flinging my arms around his neck. Resting my head on his back, I pray that he'll stay. With a hiss, he falls to his knees. "Bakura-sama, please! I don't want to be alone!" Tentatively, he shifts position to sit on his rear.
"Is that it? Am I just here for your company?" Neteru, he sounds so hurt! Shyly, I blush.
"I- I never wanted you to think that! That's not all of it, there's the fact that I need you!"
"Are you sure? Or are you just lonely?" He speaks quietly, and he sounds like he feels my words are a dishonest statement.
"Bakura-sama, I AM lonely, but there's more!" I lose all restraint as I sob, clutching his collar. "Bakura-sama, please stay with me! I need you! I love you!"
He freezes, and I curl into a tight fetal position in his lap. "Is that it, Hikari? Or are you just lonely?"
"IT'S NOT JUST LONELINESS! It's been happening since before I got stuck here! I've loved you ever since I figured out why I couldn't want to get rid of you! I need you! I need you with me, even if you're being mean! I hate it when you hurt me, but I don't care! I need you! Without you, I can't take it! You're mine!"
Abruptly, I am snapped out of my rant as I feel the sharp contact of flesh against my cheek. "I am not yours! Ra-damnit! I'm not your freakin' slave!" Too late, I realize what he may have thought I meant.
"Ba-Bakura-sama, I wasn't saying you were! I meant that you're too important to me for me to be able to live without you. Hell, if anything, I'm YOUR slave!"
I nurse my cheek, noticing that the slap wasn't even a bruiser. Good. The last thing I need is for the damn quacks to see me with more injury. Bakura is silent, for a time, before he finally responds.
"Important? Slave? I- you- really?" His crimson eyes are flooded with uncertainty.
"Bakura-sama, please. I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I just need you so much! Please, don't leave me." I fumble my hands in my lap, and bite my lip. He sighs, a deep, snarling exhalation.
"Listen, kid. You're wrong. You don't love me. You're just stupid. You can't tell the difference between love and dependence." He turns away, as though ashamed of that statement. I flinch, and, rejected, lie facing the wall. In resignation, I allow my eyes to fall shut.
"If you feel that I am not able to make that distinction, then I suppose that I am not, Master." My tone is cold, formal. "It is as you say, my Master, and I apologize for contradicting you. I am not the one to decide how I feel." I hear him hiss sharply, and I know I've hit a chord. "Master, I am stupid. I am wrong. I do not love you." These last words tear at my heart more distinctly than any of his ever could, but I keep my voice from betraying my emotions.
He hesitates, before curtly responding. "Good. It's understood. You do not love me, and you cannot love me. It is impossible." I wrap the thin sheet of the cot around my shoulders, and block my heart from Bakura-sama, but, even more importantly, block it from myself.
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Please review, and all you yaoi-haters out there, if you've read this far and you flame me, that makes you a flamer! And anyone who hates yaoi is obviously a homophobe, thus knows ALL insults to homosexuals. So, doesn't that make one of those insults apply to you? ^___^ How was this chapter? Tune in for the next chapter, please! And if you don't plan on it, please review telling me why unless it is merely a "that sucks" type of review.