Hey people! I'm finally back, sorry I took so long, but I had to update my
other fic, the broken glass house (please read and review!). Anyways thank
you for the kind reviews I received!
Tariki Rania: thank you! I would like a link to that website, if you could! Just put it on your next review please!
Kewie, Saturn Imp, and Aurora of the Moon: thank you!
Anyways, the next chapter will be in our beloved Malik's POV once more. Possibly the last chapter, depends on how I stretch it out.please give me your opinion, should I post one more chapter? I dunno, we'll see.anyways on with the fic! Enjoy! *************************************************************** *************************************** I glanced at your face from my recliner where I was reading my book. I know you're not actually looking at me, even though your face is tilted in my direction. You're eyes are glazed over and dreamy, telling me you're not in this world but in the one filled with thoughts and daydreams. Once when you were daydreaming, I tried to reach into our mental link and see what you were thinking, but once I got into your mind, all I saw was a haze of colors and endless questions whizzing by so fast it made my head spin. What is it that you think about? You tend to think a lot. I've seen you stop in the middle of a conversation and just kind of glaze over again, lost in your thoughts. I don't really care; it shows how much of a genius you are. I remember once I gave you a book to read, because you looked a tad bit bored. It was one of mine, an old one, on philosophy. It was one of my old favorites, Sophie's World*. I let you keep it, and I find it by your side, hackneyed by reading and every inch of it scrawled with notes in your handwriting. I know you love to learn, I've seen the way you read all the books with a look of anticipation on your face. I've seen the way you smile as satisfaction as you finish a book and turn the last page. I've seen the way you tenderly stroke the cover of a book before you put it down, you love it don't you? You love the sense of knowledge you get at the turn of each page, the sense of knowing something more then you did before. I know what you feel as you read a book, because I feel it too.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see you stir out of your reverie. I turn to face you and I see your dusky lavender grey eyes peer out at me. I smile at you and pat the seat on the recliner that I didn't take up. Obediently you climb in and I curl up close to you, resting my head on your chest.
"What were you reading?"
"Plato."
I hear a small noise of interest come out of your throat. I feel your face being nuzzled into my hair and once more I purr. I like it when you play with my hair, it feels so comforting. I feel your arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to your warm body.
"Well actually it's not about Plato."
"No?"
"No, it's about Socrates, because he was too lazy to write up his thoughts. So Plato did it for him."
"Hmm."
I sigh and let my eyes close, not really sleeping, just resting my eyes.
"Maybe Socrates didn't want his words to be remembered."
"Well how do you know?"
"How do YOU know?"
I pause and crack open one eye to glare at him awkwardly. I stick my tongue out at your face suppressing amusement. I turn back to my former more comfortable position and close my eye once more. Right now I don't really give a damn if Socrates wanted his words to be remembered or not. I'm nice and comfy in my position thank you very much. I'm glad we're yami and hikari, you know that? If I was stuck with Bakura or Ra forbid, the pharaoh, I don't think I would be very happy. Oh yeah Bakura's nice and all, but we'd just clash, and with the pharaoh, well I won't go into how many problems we would have there. It's just that you're meant to be with me, only me. I love every aspect of you, your dusky grey and lavender eyes, the dusky golden locks, and that dusky mocha skin. I love the way your eyes slant every so slightly, I love the way you constantly play with my hair, I love the way you always whisper into my ear that you're glad I'm your hikari. Well you know what? I'm glad you're my yami. You've kept me sane through out my life; you've kept me alive and happy. You've kept me safe' you've done everything for me. But what have I done for you? What have I done to repay you for everything you've done for me? I don't know. I try to make you happy, I try to make you smile, and I try to make you comfortable, do I? I'd do anything for you, you know that right? You've done everything for me, and it's my turn to give you something back. I'll think of it eventually, but when I do, I'll make sure it's the best of the best. I want to show you how much you have done for me, how much you have helped me in my messed up life. I want you to know I'm glad you're my yami, just like the way you always whisper into my ear that you're glad that I'm your hikari. I'll show you one day, yami, I'll show you one day.
"Hey hikari?"
"Hmmm.?"
"I'm glad you're my hikari."
"Me too." *************************************************************** *************************************** Well, that's it.I know it's really weird, but please forgive me! I'll try to update soon, but I'll be busy. I try to update every weekend, but we'll see. As usual please read and review! Please tell me if you want more, or if I should end it as it is now! Please tell me! But until then ja ne^_^!
Tariki Rania: thank you! I would like a link to that website, if you could! Just put it on your next review please!
Kewie, Saturn Imp, and Aurora of the Moon: thank you!
Anyways, the next chapter will be in our beloved Malik's POV once more. Possibly the last chapter, depends on how I stretch it out.please give me your opinion, should I post one more chapter? I dunno, we'll see.anyways on with the fic! Enjoy! *************************************************************** *************************************** I glanced at your face from my recliner where I was reading my book. I know you're not actually looking at me, even though your face is tilted in my direction. You're eyes are glazed over and dreamy, telling me you're not in this world but in the one filled with thoughts and daydreams. Once when you were daydreaming, I tried to reach into our mental link and see what you were thinking, but once I got into your mind, all I saw was a haze of colors and endless questions whizzing by so fast it made my head spin. What is it that you think about? You tend to think a lot. I've seen you stop in the middle of a conversation and just kind of glaze over again, lost in your thoughts. I don't really care; it shows how much of a genius you are. I remember once I gave you a book to read, because you looked a tad bit bored. It was one of mine, an old one, on philosophy. It was one of my old favorites, Sophie's World*. I let you keep it, and I find it by your side, hackneyed by reading and every inch of it scrawled with notes in your handwriting. I know you love to learn, I've seen the way you read all the books with a look of anticipation on your face. I've seen the way you smile as satisfaction as you finish a book and turn the last page. I've seen the way you tenderly stroke the cover of a book before you put it down, you love it don't you? You love the sense of knowledge you get at the turn of each page, the sense of knowing something more then you did before. I know what you feel as you read a book, because I feel it too.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see you stir out of your reverie. I turn to face you and I see your dusky lavender grey eyes peer out at me. I smile at you and pat the seat on the recliner that I didn't take up. Obediently you climb in and I curl up close to you, resting my head on your chest.
"What were you reading?"
"Plato."
I hear a small noise of interest come out of your throat. I feel your face being nuzzled into my hair and once more I purr. I like it when you play with my hair, it feels so comforting. I feel your arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to your warm body.
"Well actually it's not about Plato."
"No?"
"No, it's about Socrates, because he was too lazy to write up his thoughts. So Plato did it for him."
"Hmm."
I sigh and let my eyes close, not really sleeping, just resting my eyes.
"Maybe Socrates didn't want his words to be remembered."
"Well how do you know?"
"How do YOU know?"
I pause and crack open one eye to glare at him awkwardly. I stick my tongue out at your face suppressing amusement. I turn back to my former more comfortable position and close my eye once more. Right now I don't really give a damn if Socrates wanted his words to be remembered or not. I'm nice and comfy in my position thank you very much. I'm glad we're yami and hikari, you know that? If I was stuck with Bakura or Ra forbid, the pharaoh, I don't think I would be very happy. Oh yeah Bakura's nice and all, but we'd just clash, and with the pharaoh, well I won't go into how many problems we would have there. It's just that you're meant to be with me, only me. I love every aspect of you, your dusky grey and lavender eyes, the dusky golden locks, and that dusky mocha skin. I love the way your eyes slant every so slightly, I love the way you constantly play with my hair, I love the way you always whisper into my ear that you're glad I'm your hikari. Well you know what? I'm glad you're my yami. You've kept me sane through out my life; you've kept me alive and happy. You've kept me safe' you've done everything for me. But what have I done for you? What have I done to repay you for everything you've done for me? I don't know. I try to make you happy, I try to make you smile, and I try to make you comfortable, do I? I'd do anything for you, you know that right? You've done everything for me, and it's my turn to give you something back. I'll think of it eventually, but when I do, I'll make sure it's the best of the best. I want to show you how much you have done for me, how much you have helped me in my messed up life. I want you to know I'm glad you're my yami, just like the way you always whisper into my ear that you're glad that I'm your hikari. I'll show you one day, yami, I'll show you one day.
"Hey hikari?"
"Hmmm.?"
"I'm glad you're my hikari."
"Me too." *************************************************************** *************************************** Well, that's it.I know it's really weird, but please forgive me! I'll try to update soon, but I'll be busy. I try to update every weekend, but we'll see. As usual please read and review! Please tell me if you want more, or if I should end it as it is now! Please tell me! But until then ja ne^_^!