by Tat Claire Kokoro and Rhapsody Moonschild
DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the property of Kazuki Takahashi.
CHAPTER THREE (by Tat)
Ryou's POV
We rent some tennis rackets and balls to match. When I hand Yami his racket he stares at it quizzically.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
I motion for him to follow me onto the court and I stretch. I haven't played this sport in a LONG time. Then I drop the ball on the pavement. It rises it up and I smack it real hard against the billboard. It comes back at me so I keep whacking at it until I fail to hit it again. Yami's eyes are so wide that I believe his face might stay that way. Fortunately it doesn't.
"That's what you do with the racket," I say. He tries swinging it the same way I did, but rather clumsily.
"No, you have to have it like this…" I take his hands and position them the right way, and give him a test swing. Our noses bump against each other as we both look up. Gods, it hurts.
"Gomen." I shyly say, turning my head to the side.
"It's okay."
After awhile he gets the hang of tennis. Too bad it's getting dark… I sigh. I've been watching him practice for most of the day. His body is covered in sweat. Wait--CAN a spirit sweat? I shrug and assume so, no need to fret about it.
Anyway, I watch him. I don't know why… I just do. I feel entranced by the way that he moves. Even his clumsy moments keep my eyes locked.
"It's getting dark… if I don't come home Bakura wi--" I cut off my sentence. I'm not supposed to tell Yami what Bakura does to me. Though I am sure he has a pretty good idea of what it is, I dare not say anything to confirm his suspicions. Bakura threatened me first thing that if I told anyone about our personal lives that he'd kill me.
"Or 'Bakura will…'?" Yami raises an eyebrow.
I bite my lip. "Uh… uh… forget I mentioned anything."
He stares at me. "I'm walking you home."
"Nani?!"
I have bad feelings about this. Bakura will surely see him and when he does he'll--wait, I'm not going to even think about it.
"I said I'm walking you home," the Spirit of the Puzzle presses. I gulp and give in.