I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
by Rhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro
|~*Tat: **is humming**
Rhapsody: **looks at Tat** Welcome back, everyone… Whatcha humming, Tat-chan?
Tat: Our disclaimer.
Rhapsody: ???
Tat: **starts to sing** Yu-Gi-Oh! don't belong to me/ Yu-Gi-Oh!'s not our property/ It belongs to Takahashi/ Now you're not allowed to sue me!
Rhapsody: O.O My ears hurt…
Tat: If you give me a quarter I'll never do it again.
Rhapsody: Done! **hands triumphant Tat her quarter back** Start the fic…*~|
CHAPTER EIGHT (by Rhapsody)
Yami's POV
Quietly I smile down at Ryou. He is asleep, had almost collapsed during the walk home from delayed shock, tiredness, and my forcing his body to heal. Immediately I had picked him up—I wasn't exactly human, one might recall, and he wasn't very heavy—and we continued on our way.
I am almost home. The sun shines high in the sky, making me squint a little. With all the events today it seems later than mid-afternoon. But the sun hasn't even gone down yet and coats Ryou's hair with a golden sheen.
"Yami…" he mutters in his sleep and grabs my arm. Is he about to awaken? I stop moving, but after a moment his face relaxes and he sleeps easily again.
Yugi answers the door for me. His eyes are full of questions but I give a pointed look to the sleeping Ryou in my arms and he stays silent, as to not awaken him. Gently I lay Ryou on my bed and then go back downstairs, where Yugi waits.
"What's up with Ryou?" he asks immediately, of course. I give him the short (least bloody, he's still an innocent lad) version and he stands dumbfounded for a minute.
"What did you do to Bakura?" he wonders finally.
I shrug. "I cursed him. If he tries to hurt Ryou then he's sent back into his Ring again and can't come out for at least a day the first time, and longer the next times."
Yugi's eyes are wide. "Wow, Yami, you must like Ryou a lot…"
"Yugi!" a female voice calls from the other room. "Hon, who was at the door?"
"It was just Yami!" he calls back and takes off for the kitchen without a backward glance. I am left to wonder over his casual words.
Yeah, I like Ryou a lot, I guess. He is kind and funny and as lonely as I am sometimes.
But is 'like' all of it?
……
I don't know the answer to that question. But I do know that helping a friend in trouble is almost as important as Anzu says it is, and he had needed my help. I am glad he can finally be happy.
I go upstairs to wait at his bedside for him to awaken.
