Sheep: That last one was pretty hard, wasn't it? I wasn't pretty sure who it was until I read it over a couple times because it seems that I was thinking of a couple characters at the time. But, I know for sure who wrote that now!
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Reactions follow actions... Through actions and reactions, transformation of self and others come to be. A little piece of philosophy I seem to have developed in my time on earth, which is quite long when you think about it.
"Um, Bakura?" A pair of soft brown eyes peeked over the side of the desk. "What are you still doing up?"
"Nothing, Ryou. Go back to sleep."
He shrugged slightly and turned over on his bed. Soon, the deep, rhythmic sound of his breathing was heard in the silence of our bedroom. When I looked over at him, he seemed so serene and peaceful in his sleep, even though I knew that his dreams would soon come and take that calmness away from him.
Transfiguration of the soul through the actions and reactions of others and myself. I'll bet that no one that I know of has their soul changed so many times as I. Well, maybe the Pharaoh. And Malik. And, of course, the hikaris.
The poor hikaris. Fate, it seems, has a horrible sense of humor. Either that or she doesn't like to use her sense of justice. Probably the latter.
What did the hikaris do to deserve being caught in the battle between the Gods and those who disobeyed them? The lights didn't do a thing to get in the middle of this. They're so innocent and young. Especially Ryou. Gentle souls like his shouldn't have to be tormented by spirits like...me.
By Ra, no wonder the boy doesn't like me that much.
"Bakura..." A sleepy voice came from the bed again.
I jumped at the sudden sound that broke the silence. "Oh... Ryou, I thought I told you to go back to sleep." For some reason, my own voice carried a rough tone.
"I can't. Your muttering's keeping me up."
Oops. Well, what do you expect? Being trapped in an inanimate object with no one to talk to makes you develop a habit of talking to yourself.
"Oh. Will you be able to sleep without me making noise?"
His brown eyes were still half closed in drowsiness, so he just nodded and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, however, he spoke up again. "It wouldn't hurt to turn off the lamplight, either."
"Fine." I folded up the piece of paper I wrote my little poem on and put it in my pocket. After turning off the light, I stole a look back at him. His breathing was deep and peaceful again. Thinking that he wouldn't hear me, I muttered, "Sweet dreams."
"I will," he mumbled back.
Sneaky little whelp. This is a sign that he's been spending too much time with me. That isn't a good thing, you know. If Ryou's trying to be more like me, the entire world is doomed. If anyone's going to try to be like someone else, it should be me trying to be more like him.
Surprised, are we? Don't be. Do you really think that I enjoy being a tomb robber? Actually, yeah, I do. I can't deny that freely.
But do you really think that I like all the consequences that it brought me? Because I couldn't see what could happen to me if I made certain actions, I got stuck in a stupid ring for Ra knows how long.
And do you really think I like not having friends? I don't know why I'm so cold and cruel to others when I don't particularly like being lonely! The Pharaoh probably put a curse on me or something like that back in the day...wouldn't be surprised.
And do you honestly think that I enjoy being me? It's harsh on myself, I know, but I don't like who I am. I don't like being evil, greedy and ruthless. Ok, I don't like being THIS evil, greedy and ruthless.
Well, at least I'm not like Marik. Now THERE'S someone who's truly evil. Yeesh. Talk about needing a transformation...
I really want to be more like Ryou, though. In control of his emotions, gentle, has lots of friends... He's a little too shy for my liking. And he's too honest sometimes…usually, actually. But he's the kind of person that you'd be able to trust if you ever needed to. I want to be like that.
But, because of me and my stupid personality, he's losing some of that reliability from his friends.
Why did he have to get dragged into all of this? He's only in this because of me and the Millennium Items.
Ha. See? My philosophy works. The action of fate forcing me into his life caused a reaction of events that led to the transformation of Ryou's personality and my soul's desires.
The Millennium Items and gold are no longer my first wishes of my soul. They're second in my heart.
Ryou's my first priority now...
Speaking of which, the stupid boy pushed away his blanket again. And he wonders why he's so cold in the morning...
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Blasted alarm clock. Why do I bother to turn the alarm on when it's the weekend?
After I turned it off, I noticed that Bakura's still sleeping... On the floor... With his head on the side of my bed...
I tried not to wake him up as I got out of bed, but he's a really light sleeper. Once, the branch outside of my window banged against the wall late at night. Bakura was sleeping on the couch in my room and he woke instantly by that sound. He woke me up with his damned yelling.
"Uhh… What time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"Bakura! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!" I apologized quickly. Trust me, he's grumpy in the morning. Erm...grumpier than usual, I mean.
Instead of blowing up and yelling at me, like usual, he just got up from the floor and yawned.
"It's fine, Ryou. What time is it?"
"Um... It's almost 8."
"Oh, ok... You snore too loudly in your sleep, did you know that?" he said as he passed me and went downstairs.
I just stood there, paralyzed with shock about the fact that I didn't get hit or yelled at because I accidentally woke him up. The fact that something about him was changing was just starting to come into my mind.
I noticed that a piece of paper was just lying on the floor after he left.
"Bakura! You dropped something..."
What was it? A poem?
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Sheep: Interesting, isn't it? I decided to write a poem about a piece of philosophy that Bakura had probably noticed at one point or another. After spending time with Ryou, I think anybody would at least want to be a little like him. (Or at least be with him... :D)
Also, I might make a real fic out of the ideas from this one after I finish this. If you have any suggestions about which one I should do or if you might want to write one, send me and e-mail or put it in a review.
~*~
Reactions follow actions... Through actions and reactions, transformation of self and others come to be. A little piece of philosophy I seem to have developed in my time on earth, which is quite long when you think about it.
"Um, Bakura?" A pair of soft brown eyes peeked over the side of the desk. "What are you still doing up?"
"Nothing, Ryou. Go back to sleep."
He shrugged slightly and turned over on his bed. Soon, the deep, rhythmic sound of his breathing was heard in the silence of our bedroom. When I looked over at him, he seemed so serene and peaceful in his sleep, even though I knew that his dreams would soon come and take that calmness away from him.
Transfiguration of the soul through the actions and reactions of others and myself. I'll bet that no one that I know of has their soul changed so many times as I. Well, maybe the Pharaoh. And Malik. And, of course, the hikaris.
The poor hikaris. Fate, it seems, has a horrible sense of humor. Either that or she doesn't like to use her sense of justice. Probably the latter.
What did the hikaris do to deserve being caught in the battle between the Gods and those who disobeyed them? The lights didn't do a thing to get in the middle of this. They're so innocent and young. Especially Ryou. Gentle souls like his shouldn't have to be tormented by spirits like...me.
By Ra, no wonder the boy doesn't like me that much.
"Bakura..." A sleepy voice came from the bed again.
I jumped at the sudden sound that broke the silence. "Oh... Ryou, I thought I told you to go back to sleep." For some reason, my own voice carried a rough tone.
"I can't. Your muttering's keeping me up."
Oops. Well, what do you expect? Being trapped in an inanimate object with no one to talk to makes you develop a habit of talking to yourself.
"Oh. Will you be able to sleep without me making noise?"
His brown eyes were still half closed in drowsiness, so he just nodded and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, however, he spoke up again. "It wouldn't hurt to turn off the lamplight, either."
"Fine." I folded up the piece of paper I wrote my little poem on and put it in my pocket. After turning off the light, I stole a look back at him. His breathing was deep and peaceful again. Thinking that he wouldn't hear me, I muttered, "Sweet dreams."
"I will," he mumbled back.
Sneaky little whelp. This is a sign that he's been spending too much time with me. That isn't a good thing, you know. If Ryou's trying to be more like me, the entire world is doomed. If anyone's going to try to be like someone else, it should be me trying to be more like him.
Surprised, are we? Don't be. Do you really think that I enjoy being a tomb robber? Actually, yeah, I do. I can't deny that freely.
But do you really think that I like all the consequences that it brought me? Because I couldn't see what could happen to me if I made certain actions, I got stuck in a stupid ring for Ra knows how long.
And do you really think I like not having friends? I don't know why I'm so cold and cruel to others when I don't particularly like being lonely! The Pharaoh probably put a curse on me or something like that back in the day...wouldn't be surprised.
And do you honestly think that I enjoy being me? It's harsh on myself, I know, but I don't like who I am. I don't like being evil, greedy and ruthless. Ok, I don't like being THIS evil, greedy and ruthless.
Well, at least I'm not like Marik. Now THERE'S someone who's truly evil. Yeesh. Talk about needing a transformation...
I really want to be more like Ryou, though. In control of his emotions, gentle, has lots of friends... He's a little too shy for my liking. And he's too honest sometimes…usually, actually. But he's the kind of person that you'd be able to trust if you ever needed to. I want to be like that.
But, because of me and my stupid personality, he's losing some of that reliability from his friends.
Why did he have to get dragged into all of this? He's only in this because of me and the Millennium Items.
Ha. See? My philosophy works. The action of fate forcing me into his life caused a reaction of events that led to the transformation of Ryou's personality and my soul's desires.
The Millennium Items and gold are no longer my first wishes of my soul. They're second in my heart.
Ryou's my first priority now...
Speaking of which, the stupid boy pushed away his blanket again. And he wonders why he's so cold in the morning...
~~~
Blasted alarm clock. Why do I bother to turn the alarm on when it's the weekend?
After I turned it off, I noticed that Bakura's still sleeping... On the floor... With his head on the side of my bed...
I tried not to wake him up as I got out of bed, but he's a really light sleeper. Once, the branch outside of my window banged against the wall late at night. Bakura was sleeping on the couch in my room and he woke instantly by that sound. He woke me up with his damned yelling.
"Uhh… What time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"Bakura! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!" I apologized quickly. Trust me, he's grumpy in the morning. Erm...grumpier than usual, I mean.
Instead of blowing up and yelling at me, like usual, he just got up from the floor and yawned.
"It's fine, Ryou. What time is it?"
"Um... It's almost 8."
"Oh, ok... You snore too loudly in your sleep, did you know that?" he said as he passed me and went downstairs.
I just stood there, paralyzed with shock about the fact that I didn't get hit or yelled at because I accidentally woke him up. The fact that something about him was changing was just starting to come into my mind.
I noticed that a piece of paper was just lying on the floor after he left.
"Bakura! You dropped something..."
What was it? A poem?
~*~
Sheep: Interesting, isn't it? I decided to write a poem about a piece of philosophy that Bakura had probably noticed at one point or another. After spending time with Ryou, I think anybody would at least want to be a little like him. (Or at least be with him... :D)
Also, I might make a real fic out of the ideas from this one after I finish this. If you have any suggestions about which one I should do or if you might want to write one, send me and e-mail or put it in a review.
