This is a sequel to 'Nobody Expects the Innocent'. Well, no, actually it's
what happened to lead up to Nobody Expects the Innocent (please note that I
hate using 'prequel' cause it's a very annoying word.)
Warnings: The darkness begins to move in on Ryou, not really noticeable, if someone does notice what's changing, congratulations. ^_^
Pairings: So far expected Ryou x Bakura with Ryou being dom.
*word* = italics or thoughts.
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Chapter Two
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Brown eyes blazed in anger, "Jamie! Will you just shut up?" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Of course, the year old baby did not stop crying; instead he began to cry harder. "Damn it! I hate babysitting!" Ryou Bakura flopped down on the couch as he glared at the child crying in his playpen.
"He won't stop crying if you yell at him." A voice spoke up as Ryou's glare intensified. The nine-year old watched his counterpart reach into the playpen and gently pick up the screaming toddler. Bakura gently cradled the boy against his chest and began to bounce him ever so gently. Slowly Jamie began to calm down until his loud wails had turned into soft sniffles, until finally he'd drifted off to sleep. "He only wanted to be held Ryou." Bakura said softly as the child nuzzled into his chest in sleep.
The ancient spirit smiled down at the small blonde child as he ever so carefully wiped the fresh tears from his small face.
Ryou scoffed as he continued to glare at the child who he'd quickly come to loathe. "Life's tough and you don't always get what you want." Ryou muttered as he crossed his arms. "I never got what I wanted." He whispered sadly, mostly to himself.
Bakura, however, had better hearing than a dog and heard every word. "He's only a baby Ryou-"
"So was I!" Ryou suddenly lashed out, shouting again, causing Jamie to wake up. The boy instantly began crying again, and wouldn't calm down even with Bakura's attempts.
"For Ra's sake Ryou! Grow up!" Bakura growled lightly as he carried Jamie into the kitchen to see if the boy was hungry or wanted his bottle.
Ryou sat on the couch and fumed. Even the other half of his soul was against him. Ryou had quickly become used to having Bakura around, he admitted, it was strange at first, especially since they looked so much alike. But the boy had been very lonely and Bakura was easy to get along with, Ryou even considered the spirit his best friend. Every night they would talk about their pasts so they got to know each other in and out. It was a little difficult for Bakura to remember some of his memories because of how long he'd been trapped within the Millennium Ring, but slowly they were all coming back.
Except for one.
The one was why Bakura had been banished in the first place. Bakura could remember what the pharaoh had said to him and exactly who was at the sealing ceremony. The memory would get kind of muted though, when the nature of the punishment would be mentioned. It frustrated the spirit to no end.
But then the spirit began to push Ryou away. It was subtle at first, but the gap between them grew more and more with each passing day. At first Bakura would always be out of the Ring whenever he and Ryou were alone - which was a lot considering everyone else was still fussing over Jamie. And then he'd only come out when he and Ryou were in Ryou's bedroom. And now, he'd only come out when Ryou asked him to. Except of course when Ryou was babysitting, then Bakura would stay out and play with Jamie.
Ryou continued to tell himself that Bakura needed to see other people, he couldn't be the only one the spirit could talk to, it would drive the Egyptian insane. But still, there was always a voice in the back of Ryou's mind, and he couldn't just ignore it.
Sighing as guilt began to settle in, Ryou forced himself off of the couch and he made his way into the kitchen where Bakura had found one of Jamie's bottles in the fridge. The spirit was sitting on one of the chairs at the table while Jamie sat in his lap as the boy drank his milk. "Sorry." The pale haired mortal whispered, not wanting to make Jamie cry again.
"It's okay Ryou." Bakura reassure his other half with a smile, "Everyone gets frustrated sometimes." He watched as Ryou flopped down in a chair across the table from him. He had to admit that Ryou was miserable. He wondered if it was only because of the baby. "What was it that you never got?" He wondered softly, adjusting the bottle as both he and Jamie lost their grip.
Ryou sighed and stared at the table. "My mother." He muttered quietly. "She died just after I was born and I know Auntie Silvia has done her best, but it's just not the same." He shrugged slowly.
"Of course it's not the same." Bakura nodded in understanding. "Silvia isn't your mother." He knew what Ryou was talking about, he could feel what Ryou was feeling and when Ryou didn't know what words to say to express himself, Bakura always knew what he meant. "But you can't take it out on a little kid." The spirit spoke carefully, not wanting to upset Ryou again. He didn't like it when his other half was upset.
To his relief Ryou sighed and nodded. "I know. . .I just. . ." The boy was at a lose for words. "Maybe Auntie Silvia should get you to baby sit from now on. Jamie seems to like you more anyway." Ryou grinned as Bakura made a face.
"No thanks." The spirit shook his head. "I think it would take too much effort to explain to your aunt exactly who and what I am." He grinned.
Ryou smiled too - a small smile, but it was better than a frown or that kicked puppy dog look Ryou had adopted over the years. The boy looked at the table then, and began to nibble his lip. "Bakura? Do you still love me?" He wondered softly, embarrassed a little by the question.
Bakura blinked and then tilted his head. "Of course I love you, Ryou. Why would you think any different?" He asked, his voice showing his shock at the question.
Ryou just shrugged, purposely avoiding Bakura's eyes. "You just seem to not want to be around me anymore. . .unless I'm babysitting." He replied quietly.
Bakura blinked again, then smiled and then finally laughed. Ryou looked up in confusion and hurt. Bakura could feel that hurt and he calmed slightly, but the smile wouldn't leave his face, "I was thinking that you didn't want me around.that's why." He shrugged easily, explaining himself.
"I'll always want you around Bakura." Ryou promised.
The spirit smiled, "And I'll always love you."
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TBC
Warnings: The darkness begins to move in on Ryou, not really noticeable, if someone does notice what's changing, congratulations. ^_^
Pairings: So far expected Ryou x Bakura with Ryou being dom.
*word* = italics or thoughts.
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Chapter Two
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Brown eyes blazed in anger, "Jamie! Will you just shut up?" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Of course, the year old baby did not stop crying; instead he began to cry harder. "Damn it! I hate babysitting!" Ryou Bakura flopped down on the couch as he glared at the child crying in his playpen.
"He won't stop crying if you yell at him." A voice spoke up as Ryou's glare intensified. The nine-year old watched his counterpart reach into the playpen and gently pick up the screaming toddler. Bakura gently cradled the boy against his chest and began to bounce him ever so gently. Slowly Jamie began to calm down until his loud wails had turned into soft sniffles, until finally he'd drifted off to sleep. "He only wanted to be held Ryou." Bakura said softly as the child nuzzled into his chest in sleep.
The ancient spirit smiled down at the small blonde child as he ever so carefully wiped the fresh tears from his small face.
Ryou scoffed as he continued to glare at the child who he'd quickly come to loathe. "Life's tough and you don't always get what you want." Ryou muttered as he crossed his arms. "I never got what I wanted." He whispered sadly, mostly to himself.
Bakura, however, had better hearing than a dog and heard every word. "He's only a baby Ryou-"
"So was I!" Ryou suddenly lashed out, shouting again, causing Jamie to wake up. The boy instantly began crying again, and wouldn't calm down even with Bakura's attempts.
"For Ra's sake Ryou! Grow up!" Bakura growled lightly as he carried Jamie into the kitchen to see if the boy was hungry or wanted his bottle.
Ryou sat on the couch and fumed. Even the other half of his soul was against him. Ryou had quickly become used to having Bakura around, he admitted, it was strange at first, especially since they looked so much alike. But the boy had been very lonely and Bakura was easy to get along with, Ryou even considered the spirit his best friend. Every night they would talk about their pasts so they got to know each other in and out. It was a little difficult for Bakura to remember some of his memories because of how long he'd been trapped within the Millennium Ring, but slowly they were all coming back.
Except for one.
The one was why Bakura had been banished in the first place. Bakura could remember what the pharaoh had said to him and exactly who was at the sealing ceremony. The memory would get kind of muted though, when the nature of the punishment would be mentioned. It frustrated the spirit to no end.
But then the spirit began to push Ryou away. It was subtle at first, but the gap between them grew more and more with each passing day. At first Bakura would always be out of the Ring whenever he and Ryou were alone - which was a lot considering everyone else was still fussing over Jamie. And then he'd only come out when he and Ryou were in Ryou's bedroom. And now, he'd only come out when Ryou asked him to. Except of course when Ryou was babysitting, then Bakura would stay out and play with Jamie.
Ryou continued to tell himself that Bakura needed to see other people, he couldn't be the only one the spirit could talk to, it would drive the Egyptian insane. But still, there was always a voice in the back of Ryou's mind, and he couldn't just ignore it.
Sighing as guilt began to settle in, Ryou forced himself off of the couch and he made his way into the kitchen where Bakura had found one of Jamie's bottles in the fridge. The spirit was sitting on one of the chairs at the table while Jamie sat in his lap as the boy drank his milk. "Sorry." The pale haired mortal whispered, not wanting to make Jamie cry again.
"It's okay Ryou." Bakura reassure his other half with a smile, "Everyone gets frustrated sometimes." He watched as Ryou flopped down in a chair across the table from him. He had to admit that Ryou was miserable. He wondered if it was only because of the baby. "What was it that you never got?" He wondered softly, adjusting the bottle as both he and Jamie lost their grip.
Ryou sighed and stared at the table. "My mother." He muttered quietly. "She died just after I was born and I know Auntie Silvia has done her best, but it's just not the same." He shrugged slowly.
"Of course it's not the same." Bakura nodded in understanding. "Silvia isn't your mother." He knew what Ryou was talking about, he could feel what Ryou was feeling and when Ryou didn't know what words to say to express himself, Bakura always knew what he meant. "But you can't take it out on a little kid." The spirit spoke carefully, not wanting to upset Ryou again. He didn't like it when his other half was upset.
To his relief Ryou sighed and nodded. "I know. . .I just. . ." The boy was at a lose for words. "Maybe Auntie Silvia should get you to baby sit from now on. Jamie seems to like you more anyway." Ryou grinned as Bakura made a face.
"No thanks." The spirit shook his head. "I think it would take too much effort to explain to your aunt exactly who and what I am." He grinned.
Ryou smiled too - a small smile, but it was better than a frown or that kicked puppy dog look Ryou had adopted over the years. The boy looked at the table then, and began to nibble his lip. "Bakura? Do you still love me?" He wondered softly, embarrassed a little by the question.
Bakura blinked and then tilted his head. "Of course I love you, Ryou. Why would you think any different?" He asked, his voice showing his shock at the question.
Ryou just shrugged, purposely avoiding Bakura's eyes. "You just seem to not want to be around me anymore. . .unless I'm babysitting." He replied quietly.
Bakura blinked again, then smiled and then finally laughed. Ryou looked up in confusion and hurt. Bakura could feel that hurt and he calmed slightly, but the smile wouldn't leave his face, "I was thinking that you didn't want me around.that's why." He shrugged easily, explaining himself.
"I'll always want you around Bakura." Ryou promised.
The spirit smiled, "And I'll always love you."
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TBC