Hey it's me again. This is a yaoi fic. Don't like it don't read it.
Disclaimer I don't own yu-gi-oh. Go figure.
Told from Ryou's pov
(Bakura might be a little ooc so whatever.)
on with the fic
Lighter shades of red,
I woke up early, before the sun and even had risen. I usually woke up early to get a few minutes alone without my yami. Its not like I don't want my yami around, its actually quite the opposite. I love my yami more than anything. He is so perfect in his own weird way. His hair is such a sliver white, like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter. His chocolate brown eyes are usually fixed in a glare when he is yelling at me or hitting me. But I have seen a side of him many people never have. On rare occasions Bakura can actually be kind of decent. It's not exactly his fault he's so mean. I suppose it's the fact that all his life all he felt was hate. No one ever cared about him and so because of that all he does ishate now. I believe that he hits me because he doesn't know what else to do. He isn't exactly sane, but he isn't crazy either. He's somewhere in-between. Inside I know he really does care about me, I'm his hikari his aibou, is light. Without the light there is no darkness, without kindness there is no evil. Bakura is just starting to understand this so he is not as mean as he use to be, though he would never admit it he's being nicer and making an effort to no hit me. I sighed as I continued to think about my love. Just then bakura appeared beside me. I stared at him for a minute then he spoke
"What are so staring at" he asked me angrily
"Nothing" I replied and looked at the sky. we stood in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.
"Listen up weakling and listen good because I am only going to say this once" he took a deep breath and continued speaking "I came out of the ring to talk to you for a reason, would you like to know why" he asked me
"Umm, sure yami" I finally said, unsure of how to reply. This was so unlike him.
"I just wanted to say I am sorry, hikari"
"You…you are" I said in a shocked voice. Bakura had actually apologized. I bet he had never done that before. I was amazed and happy.
"Yeah you go a problem with that" he hissed and turned away. Clearly embarrassed. Wow, I still couldn't believe it. My yami bakura the tomb robber was actually sorry. Then an idea struck me. I should tell him how I feel. It was perfect!
I bravely stepped forward and said "Uhh bakura"
"What" he asked turning to me.
"I..I..I..I was wondering if I could hug you" I finally rushed out. I mentally slapped myself. I sounded like a complete idiot. Bakura stared at me like I was crazy then rolled his eyes and said
"Sure aibou sure" I smiled and wrapped my arms around him and to my surprised he hugged me back. I hadn't told him how I felt but that was all right .I'd tell him when the time was right. All I cared about now was that I was in his arms. Where I belong. Together we stood and watched the sunrise as the dark sky turned lighter shades of red.