*Ryou's POV*
The next morning when I woke up, I felt even worse. Normally I would have felt very pleasant, seeing that Kaiba has an extremely comfortable bed. Glancing towards the electronic clock, I realized in alarm that it was past noon. I had nothing against sleeping in on days off of school, but I didn't think I would be able to when I was so used to getting up early.
I didn't really feel as if I could make my way out of bed. I noticed that the bedside table had been cleared off. In its place were several different glasses of water and juice, along with some assorted bottles of aspirin and a box of Kleenex. I sat up in surprise, causing the wet washcloth to slide off of my forehead. Looking down at it, I couldn't help but smile. Kaiba had done so much for me…
Before I could attempt to climb out of bed, I starting coughing uncontrollably. My throat felt horribly sore, especially when I tried to swallow. As I continued coughing, the taste of blood came to my mouth, making my stomach do flips.
When I was able to stop coughing, I clutched my stomach, falling back onto the bed. Agh…what was wrong with me? Swallowing, I winced in the pain. Pulling the blanket up closer to me, I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep. These were the times when I felt most alone. I wished that Kaiba was here; something about his presence comforts me. Thinking about Kaiba, I was able to drift off to a somewhat restless sleep.
*Kaiba's POV*
I sighed, closing the door behind me. Mokuba was already far ahead of me, ready to play his video games. I went into my office and put down my bag beside the desk. It would be better if I could just stay home and work, no matter how much I detest it. Anything is better than that place…
I really saw no point in going to school. I'd already been further educated in my childhood than all of those morons…
I tried to forget my bad day as my thoughts came back to what had been on my mind all day: Bakura. I headed across the hall, slowly opening the door. I saw a small head peeking out from under my comforter, two large brown eyes looking towards me. Smiling, I walked in.
He pulled himself further out as I stood by his bed, looking down at him.
"How are you feeling?" Placing a hand on his forehead, I listened to him stumble over his words.
"Eh, eh…f-fine…" His face was a bit flushed, and he was sweating. His forehead definitely hot. Frowning, I immediately stuck the thermometer in his mouth.
When it beeped, I took it out. Looking up, I watched him choke and sputter with concern.
"Don't tell me you're feeling better…your temperature has gone up." He only moaned softly as a hand went to his throat; evidently he was in great pain.
Taking out two pills from the bottle, I forced him to swallow them with a lot of water. He winced as it went down, but he was obedient. I tried to tell him that he should drink a lot of fluids to stay hydrated.
I was about to ask if he was hungry when I heard the doorbell. Blinking, I looked up and was almost about to go answer it when I heard Mokuba rush through the hallway screaming, "I'll get it!"
I ignored it, figuring that it was a salesman of some sort. I only had time to inquire if Bakura would like something to eat, (which he politely declined,) when someone grabbed me from behind.
"Guess who!" His hands were over my eyes…
"Hey-what's he doing here?" my captive removed his hands as Bakura sat up in my bed. My heart beating slightly, I turned to face Jounouchi, who gave me a skeptical look.
"Eh…Jounouchi-kun…" For once I was completely lost for words. After an awkward silence, in which he gave me his saddest Jou-puppy look, I managed to spit out some words.
"Bakura was sick, and there was no one to look after him, so I did."
Jounouchi looked over at Bakura, his brown eyes still suspicious. Evidently things were all right when Bakura started coughing hysterically. When he stopped, Jounouchi walked over to my bedside, slapping Bakura on the back and almost causing him to topple over.
"You okay there, 'Kura?" Bakura winced when he was practically shoved off of my bed, but he managed to give a weak smile towards Jounouchi's grin.
"I-I'm feeling better, thanks," Bakura managed to mutter quietly.
Jounouchi seemed disinterested with Bakura after that. He came towards me, sending a kiss to my lips that I wasn't expecting.
"Heh, you looked upset today, koi, and I didn't know if you'd remember to come over, so I decided to come by here instead." He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.
I flinched at his touch, my eyes moving towards Bakura, who was watching intently. I knew Jounouchi too well; he was only doing this to prove to Bakura that I was his. Jounouchi can get jealous when he wants to, and apparently Bakura seemed like competition to him.
I noticed the slightly crushed look in Bakura's eyes as he stared. I can't blame him; he probably thinks I'm a freak now. Not many people really know about Jounouchi and me; I've managed to make him keep his big mouth shut.
"Well, I'll be going now…gotta meet Yugi and the others at the Game Shop…" With a flash, he was out of my room.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Bakura was staring at my blanket, fidgeting with it. Probably wondering about my strange relationship with Jounouchi…
I did the only thing I could: pretend it never happened. I went back to my office to get what I had meant to get in the first place.
*Bakura's POV*
I vaguely watched Kaiba leave the room. Looking back down, I clenched the blanket in my fists. For some reason, my cheeks were flaring red.
Perhaps it was the dream I had been awoken from by the sound of the door when Kaiba had come home: For some strange reason, I was a cat. Kaiba had adopted me. All I could remember was that he was holding me and petting me. It felt so…so real…
I wanted to sink low into my blanket. I had thought that Kaiba would think I was a freak if I told him about the dream, only to find out moments later that he himself had a…a boyfriend. Jounouchi-kun, no less!
I tried to smile to myself as I thought about the dream. There was no reason for me to have that kind of dream; I had never liked Kaiba like that. Perhaps I felt safe when he took care of me like he did?
I could hear my yami snickering in my head. Uh oh, he'd probably have something to say about this…
//Heh, Ryou, are you convinced with those lies?// I was right.
/Y-yami…Kaiba's only my friend, really…/
//Explain your dream, then.// So he saw that…
/Eh heh…you heard my thoughts…I…I feel protected…besides, you saw him and Jounouchi…/
//Don't lie! You-// Luckily, my yami's retorts were cut off when Kaiba entered the room again.
"I brought home your books, like I said I would. We didn't really do much today. Are you feeling up to doing homework?" He didn't look too excited himself, but he sat down at the foot of the bed, setting his school bag at his feet.
"I'm pretty sure I could…" He simply nodded, pulling out books and other things we would need.
"We had English homework…" he groaned. I smiled; not a lot of people particularly liked this subject, seeing that it wasn't even our original language. I was pretty good at it, seeing that I was originally born in England and my father had taught it to me at a young age.
I was surprised that he didn't enjoy it, seeing that he was an excellent student. He made almost flawless grades when it came to academics. I had heard that Kaiba had received special tutoring in the Kaiba mansion before his father passed away.
I smiled, pulling my things towards me. "Oh, don't worry, this is easy…"
He gave me a quizzical look as I wrote out the English sentences.
"How does it come so naturally to you? I don't understand that…"
I smiled up at him. "I was born in England. Now look, it's done like this…" He moved closer beside me, looking over my shoulder as I continued to write.
Blinking, he looked over at me. "I never knew you were from England."
"I guess there's a lot of things you don't know about me. Here, you write it like I have it…see if you can figure out this word." We wrote silently for a minute until I felt him staring at me. Looking up, I suddenly felt uneasy so close to those cerulean eyes.
I felt my cheeks flush as my yami whispered a reminder of my dream. I looked away, trying to seem interested in my work.
(A/N: I know this chapter was a little short. And boring. Well, fun stuff is coming in the next chapter! I'm trying to move the story along a bit. Please, please, please review! I need motivation. xD And don't abandon my other fanfic Deceit! It's almost finished. ^.^)
The next morning when I woke up, I felt even worse. Normally I would have felt very pleasant, seeing that Kaiba has an extremely comfortable bed. Glancing towards the electronic clock, I realized in alarm that it was past noon. I had nothing against sleeping in on days off of school, but I didn't think I would be able to when I was so used to getting up early.
I didn't really feel as if I could make my way out of bed. I noticed that the bedside table had been cleared off. In its place were several different glasses of water and juice, along with some assorted bottles of aspirin and a box of Kleenex. I sat up in surprise, causing the wet washcloth to slide off of my forehead. Looking down at it, I couldn't help but smile. Kaiba had done so much for me…
Before I could attempt to climb out of bed, I starting coughing uncontrollably. My throat felt horribly sore, especially when I tried to swallow. As I continued coughing, the taste of blood came to my mouth, making my stomach do flips.
When I was able to stop coughing, I clutched my stomach, falling back onto the bed. Agh…what was wrong with me? Swallowing, I winced in the pain. Pulling the blanket up closer to me, I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep. These were the times when I felt most alone. I wished that Kaiba was here; something about his presence comforts me. Thinking about Kaiba, I was able to drift off to a somewhat restless sleep.
*Kaiba's POV*
I sighed, closing the door behind me. Mokuba was already far ahead of me, ready to play his video games. I went into my office and put down my bag beside the desk. It would be better if I could just stay home and work, no matter how much I detest it. Anything is better than that place…
I really saw no point in going to school. I'd already been further educated in my childhood than all of those morons…
I tried to forget my bad day as my thoughts came back to what had been on my mind all day: Bakura. I headed across the hall, slowly opening the door. I saw a small head peeking out from under my comforter, two large brown eyes looking towards me. Smiling, I walked in.
He pulled himself further out as I stood by his bed, looking down at him.
"How are you feeling?" Placing a hand on his forehead, I listened to him stumble over his words.
"Eh, eh…f-fine…" His face was a bit flushed, and he was sweating. His forehead definitely hot. Frowning, I immediately stuck the thermometer in his mouth.
When it beeped, I took it out. Looking up, I watched him choke and sputter with concern.
"Don't tell me you're feeling better…your temperature has gone up." He only moaned softly as a hand went to his throat; evidently he was in great pain.
Taking out two pills from the bottle, I forced him to swallow them with a lot of water. He winced as it went down, but he was obedient. I tried to tell him that he should drink a lot of fluids to stay hydrated.
I was about to ask if he was hungry when I heard the doorbell. Blinking, I looked up and was almost about to go answer it when I heard Mokuba rush through the hallway screaming, "I'll get it!"
I ignored it, figuring that it was a salesman of some sort. I only had time to inquire if Bakura would like something to eat, (which he politely declined,) when someone grabbed me from behind.
"Guess who!" His hands were over my eyes…
"Hey-what's he doing here?" my captive removed his hands as Bakura sat up in my bed. My heart beating slightly, I turned to face Jounouchi, who gave me a skeptical look.
"Eh…Jounouchi-kun…" For once I was completely lost for words. After an awkward silence, in which he gave me his saddest Jou-puppy look, I managed to spit out some words.
"Bakura was sick, and there was no one to look after him, so I did."
Jounouchi looked over at Bakura, his brown eyes still suspicious. Evidently things were all right when Bakura started coughing hysterically. When he stopped, Jounouchi walked over to my bedside, slapping Bakura on the back and almost causing him to topple over.
"You okay there, 'Kura?" Bakura winced when he was practically shoved off of my bed, but he managed to give a weak smile towards Jounouchi's grin.
"I-I'm feeling better, thanks," Bakura managed to mutter quietly.
Jounouchi seemed disinterested with Bakura after that. He came towards me, sending a kiss to my lips that I wasn't expecting.
"Heh, you looked upset today, koi, and I didn't know if you'd remember to come over, so I decided to come by here instead." He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.
I flinched at his touch, my eyes moving towards Bakura, who was watching intently. I knew Jounouchi too well; he was only doing this to prove to Bakura that I was his. Jounouchi can get jealous when he wants to, and apparently Bakura seemed like competition to him.
I noticed the slightly crushed look in Bakura's eyes as he stared. I can't blame him; he probably thinks I'm a freak now. Not many people really know about Jounouchi and me; I've managed to make him keep his big mouth shut.
"Well, I'll be going now…gotta meet Yugi and the others at the Game Shop…" With a flash, he was out of my room.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Bakura was staring at my blanket, fidgeting with it. Probably wondering about my strange relationship with Jounouchi…
I did the only thing I could: pretend it never happened. I went back to my office to get what I had meant to get in the first place.
*Bakura's POV*
I vaguely watched Kaiba leave the room. Looking back down, I clenched the blanket in my fists. For some reason, my cheeks were flaring red.
Perhaps it was the dream I had been awoken from by the sound of the door when Kaiba had come home: For some strange reason, I was a cat. Kaiba had adopted me. All I could remember was that he was holding me and petting me. It felt so…so real…
I wanted to sink low into my blanket. I had thought that Kaiba would think I was a freak if I told him about the dream, only to find out moments later that he himself had a…a boyfriend. Jounouchi-kun, no less!
I tried to smile to myself as I thought about the dream. There was no reason for me to have that kind of dream; I had never liked Kaiba like that. Perhaps I felt safe when he took care of me like he did?
I could hear my yami snickering in my head. Uh oh, he'd probably have something to say about this…
//Heh, Ryou, are you convinced with those lies?// I was right.
/Y-yami…Kaiba's only my friend, really…/
//Explain your dream, then.// So he saw that…
/Eh heh…you heard my thoughts…I…I feel protected…besides, you saw him and Jounouchi…/
//Don't lie! You-// Luckily, my yami's retorts were cut off when Kaiba entered the room again.
"I brought home your books, like I said I would. We didn't really do much today. Are you feeling up to doing homework?" He didn't look too excited himself, but he sat down at the foot of the bed, setting his school bag at his feet.
"I'm pretty sure I could…" He simply nodded, pulling out books and other things we would need.
"We had English homework…" he groaned. I smiled; not a lot of people particularly liked this subject, seeing that it wasn't even our original language. I was pretty good at it, seeing that I was originally born in England and my father had taught it to me at a young age.
I was surprised that he didn't enjoy it, seeing that he was an excellent student. He made almost flawless grades when it came to academics. I had heard that Kaiba had received special tutoring in the Kaiba mansion before his father passed away.
I smiled, pulling my things towards me. "Oh, don't worry, this is easy…"
He gave me a quizzical look as I wrote out the English sentences.
"How does it come so naturally to you? I don't understand that…"
I smiled up at him. "I was born in England. Now look, it's done like this…" He moved closer beside me, looking over my shoulder as I continued to write.
Blinking, he looked over at me. "I never knew you were from England."
"I guess there's a lot of things you don't know about me. Here, you write it like I have it…see if you can figure out this word." We wrote silently for a minute until I felt him staring at me. Looking up, I suddenly felt uneasy so close to those cerulean eyes.
I felt my cheeks flush as my yami whispered a reminder of my dream. I looked away, trying to seem interested in my work.
(A/N: I know this chapter was a little short. And boring. Well, fun stuff is coming in the next chapter! I'm trying to move the story along a bit. Please, please, please review! I need motivation. xD And don't abandon my other fanfic Deceit! It's almost finished. ^.^)
