Ryou dropped his backpack down on the kitchen floor with a sigh of
absolute releif. Another day of school gone, only a few left to go.
Sunlight streamed in through the open window, white sheers swaying gently.
His stomach gave a starling noise. He was hungry. Moving to the fridge, he rumaged through until he found the taco salad from the night before. The golds necklace that Yuugi had given him that day jangled happily against his chest. In response, his hand almost instantly grabbed hold, felling the smooth gold surface that seemed unnaturally warm.
Yuugi was such a good friend, and what on earth possessed him to give the necklace away, Ryou couldn't be exactly sure, but he didn't care. Yuugi had given it to him, and he liked it.
Oh, yes. He liked it alot.
Putting the large metal bowl on the table, he then pulled out the salsa and sour cream. That was the only way to eat a taco salad.
'I wonder the history behind this ring,' the white haired teen thought idly to himself.
"I'd be more than happy to tell you," a cold voice rumbled behind him.
Ryou froze, voice leaving him. A theif? A crook? How had he made it into the house? And in the middle of the afternoon? Then it struck him, and those assumptions left as fast as they had come. The one behind him had replied to his thought. An average crook couldn't do that.
Despite his better judgement, Ryou turned around, and came face to face with icy blue eyes, inches from his own. Aside from the demonic ideas running bedind them, and the extra spikes of platinu, hair, the two were almost exact twims.
"Who are you," he breathed, no voice behind the whisper.
This look-alike of his didn't say anything, but continued to scrutinize ever detail of the slightly shorter one in front of him.
Ryou didn't register that he wasn't moving away. He didn't even register that he should be afraid right now.
Cold hands gripped his arms and gave a firm squeeze, causing Ryou to squeak despite himself. His demon replica didn't seem to be pleased.
"Hmm, a little wimp that squeaks like a mouse." But this creature wasn't done yet. Pushing his face into Ryou's soft white hair, he took a breath to smell, and found to his own surprise that he quite liked it. He couldn't really place it. Honeysuckle, perhaps, with maybe a touch of moisture soaked air waiting for the rain.
"What are you," the teen whipsered into the stranger's ear, rephrasing his earlier question.
Pulling back, his replica grinned and revealed two glimmering fangs. "I'm a demon, little Ryou."
Ryou didn't gasp, or squeak, or even flinch. Instead, he starred at those fangs in what the demon could only place as awe, as for some reason the teenager had forgotten to not leave his mouth hanging open.
Tentatively, he touched them. "They're. . . . pretty. I like them."
The creature stopped, and forgot how to close his mouth as well. He wasn't afraid? He wasn't running and screaming and pegging piteously for his life? Despite the fact that he was shocked beyond his own beleifs, Bakura couldn't help but smile.
Releasing his grip on the young teen's shoulders, he wrapped his arms around the smaller one tightly, relishing in the warmth that began to flow through him. Is this what the prince of darkness felt when he held his own little hikari? Did the icy chill that was ever present in his limbs and mind disappear as if it had never been there before?
He grinned. What else could he do?
"Why are you so cold," Ryou asked. Slender hands began to roam up his sides, trembling and greedy. This was something he wasn't expecting.
Ryou was determined to find a way to make the demon holding him warm up. It wasn't right to be so cold. He wasn't fair!
Before either realized it they were enraptured in bruising kiss, covering each other in desperate pets and melting hugs.
Oblivion and nothingness and Erebus and yet so soft and warm and comforting and enveloping and intoxicating neither could tell up from down or right from wrong or sin from deed or one from the other. It didn't matter as the world faded in the background and out of existence and all that mattered right now was what was right in front of them and what was soon becoming the other half of their soul.
Pretty soft lovely girly shiney little hikari. Yummy sweet mine mine mine mine mine mine. Pretty little boy that squeaks like a girl and so soft and supple and so easy to break. Yes yes yes yes yes. You belong to me noe. Mine all mine all mine.
* * *
Yuugi sat at his desk at school, relatively bored and sleepy. Musing about the night before, and yami's introduction to chocolate and b-rated horror movies, well, the entire night was an experience he'll never forget.
: Next time, we do that kind of thing on the weekend. We can't have you falling asleep now, can we? :
: Oh, come now Yami. You don't really mean that, do you? Imagine not doing _anything_ for five nights in a row. It's come home, do homework, eat dinner and go to bed. That's it. :
:Don't you threaten me with boredom, hikari. I'll drag you into your soul room and lock you up.:
Yuugi laughed. : And what would happen to my body? Would you want to deal with jonouchi and grandpa every day? :
For a moment, his darkness was silent. :Good point. I'll leave it at that. We'll keep it to one or two nights a week. :
: Deal. :
"Yuugi! Yuugi!" The said teen was surprised to see his white-haired friend rushing up to him, looking like he was running a marathon.
"Slow down, Ryou!"
Plopping down in the seat in front of his, Ryou breathed heavily, grinning madly. Yuugi quirked an eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Are you kidding? I'm great! Terrific! Never better!"
: You're little friend had finally tipped his lid, hikari. :
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, Yuugi, I don't know what to say. That ring you gave me yesterday, remember? I, oh gods, Yuugi! Thank you!"
"Hey slow down!" Ryou looked so exhilerated, he could have been hiked up on three pots of coffee. "Yes, I remember. Why, what happened?"
"Yuugi, you'd never believe me, but thank you."
: I think he likes it, Yami. :
: No, really? I hadn't noticed. :
: Guess that means that everything went well with Bakura. :
:Kind of shocking. Bakura never gets along with anybody. Good for them. :
* * *
Well, sorry this is so short everyone. I've been trying for a long time now to get this loaded, but appearently txt files don't load, so I had to retype it because I couldn't get it to convert. Hope you like, and much more angst on the way. And some fluff, and possessiveness, and. . . .
His stomach gave a starling noise. He was hungry. Moving to the fridge, he rumaged through until he found the taco salad from the night before. The golds necklace that Yuugi had given him that day jangled happily against his chest. In response, his hand almost instantly grabbed hold, felling the smooth gold surface that seemed unnaturally warm.
Yuugi was such a good friend, and what on earth possessed him to give the necklace away, Ryou couldn't be exactly sure, but he didn't care. Yuugi had given it to him, and he liked it.
Oh, yes. He liked it alot.
Putting the large metal bowl on the table, he then pulled out the salsa and sour cream. That was the only way to eat a taco salad.
'I wonder the history behind this ring,' the white haired teen thought idly to himself.
"I'd be more than happy to tell you," a cold voice rumbled behind him.
Ryou froze, voice leaving him. A theif? A crook? How had he made it into the house? And in the middle of the afternoon? Then it struck him, and those assumptions left as fast as they had come. The one behind him had replied to his thought. An average crook couldn't do that.
Despite his better judgement, Ryou turned around, and came face to face with icy blue eyes, inches from his own. Aside from the demonic ideas running bedind them, and the extra spikes of platinu, hair, the two were almost exact twims.
"Who are you," he breathed, no voice behind the whisper.
This look-alike of his didn't say anything, but continued to scrutinize ever detail of the slightly shorter one in front of him.
Ryou didn't register that he wasn't moving away. He didn't even register that he should be afraid right now.
Cold hands gripped his arms and gave a firm squeeze, causing Ryou to squeak despite himself. His demon replica didn't seem to be pleased.
"Hmm, a little wimp that squeaks like a mouse." But this creature wasn't done yet. Pushing his face into Ryou's soft white hair, he took a breath to smell, and found to his own surprise that he quite liked it. He couldn't really place it. Honeysuckle, perhaps, with maybe a touch of moisture soaked air waiting for the rain.
"What are you," the teen whipsered into the stranger's ear, rephrasing his earlier question.
Pulling back, his replica grinned and revealed two glimmering fangs. "I'm a demon, little Ryou."
Ryou didn't gasp, or squeak, or even flinch. Instead, he starred at those fangs in what the demon could only place as awe, as for some reason the teenager had forgotten to not leave his mouth hanging open.
Tentatively, he touched them. "They're. . . . pretty. I like them."
The creature stopped, and forgot how to close his mouth as well. He wasn't afraid? He wasn't running and screaming and pegging piteously for his life? Despite the fact that he was shocked beyond his own beleifs, Bakura couldn't help but smile.
Releasing his grip on the young teen's shoulders, he wrapped his arms around the smaller one tightly, relishing in the warmth that began to flow through him. Is this what the prince of darkness felt when he held his own little hikari? Did the icy chill that was ever present in his limbs and mind disappear as if it had never been there before?
He grinned. What else could he do?
"Why are you so cold," Ryou asked. Slender hands began to roam up his sides, trembling and greedy. This was something he wasn't expecting.
Ryou was determined to find a way to make the demon holding him warm up. It wasn't right to be so cold. He wasn't fair!
Before either realized it they were enraptured in bruising kiss, covering each other in desperate pets and melting hugs.
Oblivion and nothingness and Erebus and yet so soft and warm and comforting and enveloping and intoxicating neither could tell up from down or right from wrong or sin from deed or one from the other. It didn't matter as the world faded in the background and out of existence and all that mattered right now was what was right in front of them and what was soon becoming the other half of their soul.
Pretty soft lovely girly shiney little hikari. Yummy sweet mine mine mine mine mine mine. Pretty little boy that squeaks like a girl and so soft and supple and so easy to break. Yes yes yes yes yes. You belong to me noe. Mine all mine all mine.
* * *
Yuugi sat at his desk at school, relatively bored and sleepy. Musing about the night before, and yami's introduction to chocolate and b-rated horror movies, well, the entire night was an experience he'll never forget.
: Next time, we do that kind of thing on the weekend. We can't have you falling asleep now, can we? :
: Oh, come now Yami. You don't really mean that, do you? Imagine not doing _anything_ for five nights in a row. It's come home, do homework, eat dinner and go to bed. That's it. :
:Don't you threaten me with boredom, hikari. I'll drag you into your soul room and lock you up.:
Yuugi laughed. : And what would happen to my body? Would you want to deal with jonouchi and grandpa every day? :
For a moment, his darkness was silent. :Good point. I'll leave it at that. We'll keep it to one or two nights a week. :
: Deal. :
"Yuugi! Yuugi!" The said teen was surprised to see his white-haired friend rushing up to him, looking like he was running a marathon.
"Slow down, Ryou!"
Plopping down in the seat in front of his, Ryou breathed heavily, grinning madly. Yuugi quirked an eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Are you kidding? I'm great! Terrific! Never better!"
: You're little friend had finally tipped his lid, hikari. :
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, Yuugi, I don't know what to say. That ring you gave me yesterday, remember? I, oh gods, Yuugi! Thank you!"
"Hey slow down!" Ryou looked so exhilerated, he could have been hiked up on three pots of coffee. "Yes, I remember. Why, what happened?"
"Yuugi, you'd never believe me, but thank you."
: I think he likes it, Yami. :
: No, really? I hadn't noticed. :
: Guess that means that everything went well with Bakura. :
:Kind of shocking. Bakura never gets along with anybody. Good for them. :
* * *
Well, sorry this is so short everyone. I've been trying for a long time now to get this loaded, but appearently txt files don't load, so I had to retype it because I couldn't get it to convert. Hope you like, and much more angst on the way. And some fluff, and possessiveness, and. . . .