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Anyways, on with the chapter, this time it also will flip back and forth between Ryou and Bakura, but opens up with Ryou. It might get a tad bit sad towards the end, but what can I do? Anyways, as usual warnings of yaoi between Ryou and Bakura. So please enjoy! **************************************************************** ************************************ I felt a cool hand insistently pressing down on my rather sore bruise, or one of them. I tried to swat away the hand, telling who ever it was to stop that. I could feel the hand grip my hand in a gentle yet strong grip. I tentatively open my eyes, and the sun's glare blinds me, making my world a haze of white for a moment. As my eyes slowly adjust, I see the familiar haze of silvery white hair, glowing in the sun casting a halo of light around the head. So I wasn't dreaming; he was here. I see the unnerving blood eyes staring down at me. I blink; I see the blood like eyes soften the slightest bit as he gently presses on another bruise.
"Stop it."
My voice sounds hoarse and whispery and I see his garnet eyes blink in surprise for a moment. Stopping for only a moment, the cool fingers quickly dart across my face feeling refreshing on my skin.
"Just making sure you don't have any broken bones. Can you get up?"
The cool fingers slip off my face as I try to get up, although I feel my head pounding like there's no tomorrow. I close my eyes once more as the world spins like a carousal ride, making the colors blend together to create a sickening effect. I feel strong and secure arms hold me up and a free hand roaming around my mane of thick hair. I open my eyes and see his face no further away then an inch from me. I feel the free hand pull itself out of my hair and the arms gently placing me against the once evil brick wall.
"No cut, glad to say, although you might have a pounding headache for awhile."
I see his eyes light up with amusement and I frown.
"Since when did you become a doctor?"
He shrugs of my question but helps me up. Leaning against him we make it slowly to what I assume is his car. My sore body protest in movement as I walk slowly across the deserted parking lot. As my head begins to pound away again I unconsciously lean my head on his arm and I feel his eyes sweep down to me. I look up to see his intense garnet eyes studying me, and for a couple of minute's time was suspended as we stared at each other. Slowly I could feel gentle fingers sweep away the stray locks of hair resting on my face, lingering on my cheek. A small smile threatened to grace his lips and I could see his eyes softening as he studied me. As for me, I was looking deep into your eyes, so odd, so intriguing, so beautiful. The sun glinted in your eyes, making a sparkle of amusement light up in them. The deep red and brown blended together mixing into the beautiful color that I'm sure only suited you. They were just so intriguing, so attention grabbing, so you.
As I felt your head lean against my shoulder, I had to look down. There you were just staring contently at the grey concrete of the parking lot, your head resting on my arm. I must have been staring too hard at your mane of white hair, because you looked up at me. And just then as you laid your eyes on me, it was as if time had stopped and we were the only occupants of earth; clinging to each other and staring at each other's eyes. I was so close to you that I could smell that strangely you smell. The smell of roses and vanilla mixed in. So intoxicating, so addictive. I wanted to taste you, to slip my tongue down that pretty little throat of yours. Then those eyes, oh Kami! I don't think I've seen bigger eyes then yours! Their so warm and caring! I do believe I'm drowning in your eyes. It's like you unknowingly have me curled around your finger. You do, you have me on beck and call, not that I'd admit it. When you blink it breaks your powerful gaze on me and I look away. I still feel your eyes burning into me, so I look down at you and smile gently, a rare thing. I don't want you to be afraid of me, no I want you to trust me, to love me, to kiss me. That strange yet intoxicating scent of yours seemed to have messed up my brain.
"Come on let's get you home."
Home again, home. I hate home, well I hate this home. It's so empty, so alone, so silent. I hate the silence the most of all. It'd be bearable if there was some noise, but no it's like an isolated part of the universe. As we enter the darkened house, I can tell Bakura feels the solitude of the house. I thought I saw him shiver, but it could have just been my imagination. As I flick on the lights, the room becomes more visible. Everything is in pristine order, immaculate and precise. With so much time on my hands, I tend to keep everything in order.
"Where's your first aid kit?"
I take it out of the unknown corner I had stuffed it in. Setting on the coffee table, Bakura spilled the contents over the table. Knowingly he picked through the many jars and tubes of ointment. Letting the cream rest on his finger, he turns to me and gently places his fingers on my cheeks. Although I know it doesn't mean anything I fight the urge to sigh and lean into his touch. He can be so gentle when he wants to be, I can tell. His fingers slowly smooth the cream onto my bruises, barely making me wince as he touches my bruises. I see his garnet eyes soften at the sight of the purple area on my cheek and let's his hand cover it for a moment, his thumb stroking the bruise. My breathe hitches as it catches in my throat. I can feel myself blush and the heat spreads against my skin. Smiling he takes his hand away and squeezes more ointment onto his finger.
"So, where are your parent's?"
I feel myself squirm under the question. I press my lips together, something I do often when mentioning mother or Amane. I finger the tassel on a pillow that found its way to my lap.
"My father works most of the time, going away for most of the year, and my mother died when I was 10."
"Oh."
I can feel his eyes studying me. I bent my head down, so he can't see the tears I'm trying to hold back. It always happens, I tend to get weepy when I mention mother. I can't help it, I loved her. It seems like a lifetime ago, when we were together and happy, when father was actually there, when mother was healthy, when Amane was always laughing. I try to push away the memories that are trying to swamp me over, and I swallow hard trying to keep the tears on bar. I feel a gentle hand tilt my face up, and I see garnet eyes staring into mine. His thumb strokes my skin right under my eyes and I must be crying, because I feel his thumb wet against my skin.
"I'm sorry. I know what it feels like though."
My vision blurs slightly as tears push towards my eyes again.
"My father died when I was a little kid. I don't remember much, but I know what it's like to be different."
I surprised my self by telling my own father died, something I have never told anyone voluntarily to anyone. I can see his eyes double in their sadness and it makes my heart tug. How can such an innocent and gentle child be so filled with sorrow? I mean yeah I lost my father, but I never really knew him, but Ryou seemed to have been close to his mother. I mean it must be harder to say good bye to someone you love especially if you knew them really well.
"Do you have any sister's or brother?"
His soft trembling voice pulls me out of my reverie. I shake my head, and I can see his eyes tear up again. What did I do now? Was that the wrong answer or something?
"What's wrong Ryou-kun?"
New tears fall down in the familiar paths once more as he hides his face from me. With swift fingers he tries to wipe away the clear drops of salty tears.
"I had a sister. Her name was Amane. She died when-when I was 12. It was my fault that I let her d-d-die.I should have taken better care of her and may-maybe she would be here today. It was my fault!"
In a miserable little wail, his face gets buried in his hands as he starts to sob. I circle my arms around his shaking body, trying to give him some comfort. Pressing his face against my shoulder he sobs harder then ever as his muffled cries penetrate my heart, making me almost cry as well.
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault Ryou-kun.I bet it was already written in her fate.it was not your fault Ryou-kun. You can't blame yourself for something you couldn't have prevented."
"But-but, I could of done something! An-and then Mane would be alive and fa-father wouldn't be so miserable with me!"
I can only try to comfort him with more soothing words as he continues to cry on my shoulder. I've never felt such an urge to comfort someone. He seemed so helpless, so vulnerable, so alone. I vowed to myself, to always be there for him even if he will never love me. I will always be there to talk to him, to laugh with him, to lend a shoulder to cry on, to comfort him when he's down. I'll always be there to make him laugh once more and make the smiles dance across his face. I'll always protect him, I will always be there.
By the time my tears are gone, hiccups are erupting from my body. I didn't even know I had any tears left. I though they all left me when mother and Amane died. I guess not, I guess tears never really leave a person. Maybe it's what makes us human. I sigh and sniffle, realizing that I'm still on Bakura's shoulder, which is quite damp now.
"I'm sorry, your shirt's wet now."
My voice sounds thick with tears; it feels like I swallowed half my tears when I shed them. I quickly wipe away my tears and sniffle once more. I see the delicate whiteness of a tissue thrust towards me. I take it and mumble thanks before blowing my nose. I just feel like a fool now, crying all over Bakura of all people!
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
I try to avoid his garnet eyes, they seem to take in everything and something about them unnerves me at the moment. I see a shrug from the tip of my eyes.
"No need to say sorry about anything. I can understand."
I nod and drop the tissue into the conveniently placed trashcan at the foot of the couch. An awkward silence drops over the atmosphere as we sit in silence. I finger the tassel of the pillow once more not quite sure what to do or say right about now.
When he stopped crying he looked so different; I saw a new person in place of the gentle and happy teen. I saw a boy bent over in sorrow and loneliness. His cheeks were flushed from crying so much and his nose was slightly pink from wiping it so much. His eyes were oh kami I don't know if I can describe them! They were so beautiful, so indescribably filled with emotion. Tears still clung to his sooty lashes and they hung there, waiting to drop down his flushed cheeks. Then those brown eyes seemed to enlarge ten fold as they were still watery yet beautiful still. The dying sun hit his eyes so they sparkled and shined even though they looked discontented. They.they.they.were like looking in the eyes of an angel. I can't describe it; it was just so beautiful and so poignant.
"You know we were supposed to be working on our project."
I say wryly more to myself rather then him, but I see him start at the comment. A look of surprise comes over his flushed features.
"My goodness, we were! Oh dear, we should work on it now!"
I chuckle at his urgency to start a project. I look over to the dying sun and sigh. I guess we could start it tomorrow, I mean it is due in two weeks, not tomorrow.
"Actually, I have to go; we can work on this tomorrow, same time."
I stand up and face the fading sun, narrowing my eyes as the harsh dying rays hit me in the eyes. The sun can be so harsh, but we depend on it, it's so weird. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head towards the door. I see Ryou looking at the sun as well. Wonder what he's thinking about? I see him shake his head as if to get rid of thought from his mind, and smiles vaguely over at me, looking dreamy. I smile back and open the door, seeing the most beautiful sight ever. I feel my breath swept away as I see vibrant red staining the sky, making it look like it was bleeding, maybe it was. A brazen orange weaved in and out of the bloody red, calming it down to something serene. The ball of fire dropped over the horizon, disappearing slowly an inch at a time. As it dropped lower down the skyline, dark dusky blue began to sweep in accompanied by even duskier lavender. I felt a small gasp beside me as Ryou joined me to see the majestic sight before us. We just stood there, watching the colors meld together and slowly dissolve into the midnight blue sky. It was beauty beyond beauty, it made see the simplicity of nature and the chaotic thoughts in my head settle down into a serene state. I felt at peace with everything, and everything became clear to me for that 15 odd minutes. Everything was right, nothing was wrong; it was all a perfect balance. It was beauty and a whole bunch of other things for mixed together. It was peace of mind, happiness of heart, beauty of body, it was everything. I glanced down at Ryou and saw a look pass over his face and I knew that he too had felt what I had. That we had both just experienced something special and unique. It was our moment together where the world was beautiful and right. Where nothing could go wrong and everything was just perfect. Yes that's the word, perfect. **************************************************************** ************************************ Wow, that's one long chapter! It took me awhile I must say. Anyways, as always please review! This chapter was kinda philosophical or more had to do with emotions rather then what revolved around them in the material world. Do you get what I mean? Anyways, I hope you liked it; it was really fun to type this one up. So please as usual read and review! And until the next time I update, ja ne ^_^!
Anonymous, Yuri Rikusentai, and Yami Sock Tenshi thanks for pointing out my mistakes, thank you!
Anyways, on with the chapter, this time it also will flip back and forth between Ryou and Bakura, but opens up with Ryou. It might get a tad bit sad towards the end, but what can I do? Anyways, as usual warnings of yaoi between Ryou and Bakura. So please enjoy! **************************************************************** ************************************ I felt a cool hand insistently pressing down on my rather sore bruise, or one of them. I tried to swat away the hand, telling who ever it was to stop that. I could feel the hand grip my hand in a gentle yet strong grip. I tentatively open my eyes, and the sun's glare blinds me, making my world a haze of white for a moment. As my eyes slowly adjust, I see the familiar haze of silvery white hair, glowing in the sun casting a halo of light around the head. So I wasn't dreaming; he was here. I see the unnerving blood eyes staring down at me. I blink; I see the blood like eyes soften the slightest bit as he gently presses on another bruise.
"Stop it."
My voice sounds hoarse and whispery and I see his garnet eyes blink in surprise for a moment. Stopping for only a moment, the cool fingers quickly dart across my face feeling refreshing on my skin.
"Just making sure you don't have any broken bones. Can you get up?"
The cool fingers slip off my face as I try to get up, although I feel my head pounding like there's no tomorrow. I close my eyes once more as the world spins like a carousal ride, making the colors blend together to create a sickening effect. I feel strong and secure arms hold me up and a free hand roaming around my mane of thick hair. I open my eyes and see his face no further away then an inch from me. I feel the free hand pull itself out of my hair and the arms gently placing me against the once evil brick wall.
"No cut, glad to say, although you might have a pounding headache for awhile."
I see his eyes light up with amusement and I frown.
"Since when did you become a doctor?"
He shrugs of my question but helps me up. Leaning against him we make it slowly to what I assume is his car. My sore body protest in movement as I walk slowly across the deserted parking lot. As my head begins to pound away again I unconsciously lean my head on his arm and I feel his eyes sweep down to me. I look up to see his intense garnet eyes studying me, and for a couple of minute's time was suspended as we stared at each other. Slowly I could feel gentle fingers sweep away the stray locks of hair resting on my face, lingering on my cheek. A small smile threatened to grace his lips and I could see his eyes softening as he studied me. As for me, I was looking deep into your eyes, so odd, so intriguing, so beautiful. The sun glinted in your eyes, making a sparkle of amusement light up in them. The deep red and brown blended together mixing into the beautiful color that I'm sure only suited you. They were just so intriguing, so attention grabbing, so you.
As I felt your head lean against my shoulder, I had to look down. There you were just staring contently at the grey concrete of the parking lot, your head resting on my arm. I must have been staring too hard at your mane of white hair, because you looked up at me. And just then as you laid your eyes on me, it was as if time had stopped and we were the only occupants of earth; clinging to each other and staring at each other's eyes. I was so close to you that I could smell that strangely you smell. The smell of roses and vanilla mixed in. So intoxicating, so addictive. I wanted to taste you, to slip my tongue down that pretty little throat of yours. Then those eyes, oh Kami! I don't think I've seen bigger eyes then yours! Their so warm and caring! I do believe I'm drowning in your eyes. It's like you unknowingly have me curled around your finger. You do, you have me on beck and call, not that I'd admit it. When you blink it breaks your powerful gaze on me and I look away. I still feel your eyes burning into me, so I look down at you and smile gently, a rare thing. I don't want you to be afraid of me, no I want you to trust me, to love me, to kiss me. That strange yet intoxicating scent of yours seemed to have messed up my brain.
"Come on let's get you home."
Home again, home. I hate home, well I hate this home. It's so empty, so alone, so silent. I hate the silence the most of all. It'd be bearable if there was some noise, but no it's like an isolated part of the universe. As we enter the darkened house, I can tell Bakura feels the solitude of the house. I thought I saw him shiver, but it could have just been my imagination. As I flick on the lights, the room becomes more visible. Everything is in pristine order, immaculate and precise. With so much time on my hands, I tend to keep everything in order.
"Where's your first aid kit?"
I take it out of the unknown corner I had stuffed it in. Setting on the coffee table, Bakura spilled the contents over the table. Knowingly he picked through the many jars and tubes of ointment. Letting the cream rest on his finger, he turns to me and gently places his fingers on my cheeks. Although I know it doesn't mean anything I fight the urge to sigh and lean into his touch. He can be so gentle when he wants to be, I can tell. His fingers slowly smooth the cream onto my bruises, barely making me wince as he touches my bruises. I see his garnet eyes soften at the sight of the purple area on my cheek and let's his hand cover it for a moment, his thumb stroking the bruise. My breathe hitches as it catches in my throat. I can feel myself blush and the heat spreads against my skin. Smiling he takes his hand away and squeezes more ointment onto his finger.
"So, where are your parent's?"
I feel myself squirm under the question. I press my lips together, something I do often when mentioning mother or Amane. I finger the tassel on a pillow that found its way to my lap.
"My father works most of the time, going away for most of the year, and my mother died when I was 10."
"Oh."
I can feel his eyes studying me. I bent my head down, so he can't see the tears I'm trying to hold back. It always happens, I tend to get weepy when I mention mother. I can't help it, I loved her. It seems like a lifetime ago, when we were together and happy, when father was actually there, when mother was healthy, when Amane was always laughing. I try to push away the memories that are trying to swamp me over, and I swallow hard trying to keep the tears on bar. I feel a gentle hand tilt my face up, and I see garnet eyes staring into mine. His thumb strokes my skin right under my eyes and I must be crying, because I feel his thumb wet against my skin.
"I'm sorry. I know what it feels like though."
My vision blurs slightly as tears push towards my eyes again.
"My father died when I was a little kid. I don't remember much, but I know what it's like to be different."
I surprised my self by telling my own father died, something I have never told anyone voluntarily to anyone. I can see his eyes double in their sadness and it makes my heart tug. How can such an innocent and gentle child be so filled with sorrow? I mean yeah I lost my father, but I never really knew him, but Ryou seemed to have been close to his mother. I mean it must be harder to say good bye to someone you love especially if you knew them really well.
"Do you have any sister's or brother?"
His soft trembling voice pulls me out of my reverie. I shake my head, and I can see his eyes tear up again. What did I do now? Was that the wrong answer or something?
"What's wrong Ryou-kun?"
New tears fall down in the familiar paths once more as he hides his face from me. With swift fingers he tries to wipe away the clear drops of salty tears.
"I had a sister. Her name was Amane. She died when-when I was 12. It was my fault that I let her d-d-die.I should have taken better care of her and may-maybe she would be here today. It was my fault!"
In a miserable little wail, his face gets buried in his hands as he starts to sob. I circle my arms around his shaking body, trying to give him some comfort. Pressing his face against my shoulder he sobs harder then ever as his muffled cries penetrate my heart, making me almost cry as well.
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault Ryou-kun.I bet it was already written in her fate.it was not your fault Ryou-kun. You can't blame yourself for something you couldn't have prevented."
"But-but, I could of done something! An-and then Mane would be alive and fa-father wouldn't be so miserable with me!"
I can only try to comfort him with more soothing words as he continues to cry on my shoulder. I've never felt such an urge to comfort someone. He seemed so helpless, so vulnerable, so alone. I vowed to myself, to always be there for him even if he will never love me. I will always be there to talk to him, to laugh with him, to lend a shoulder to cry on, to comfort him when he's down. I'll always be there to make him laugh once more and make the smiles dance across his face. I'll always protect him, I will always be there.
By the time my tears are gone, hiccups are erupting from my body. I didn't even know I had any tears left. I though they all left me when mother and Amane died. I guess not, I guess tears never really leave a person. Maybe it's what makes us human. I sigh and sniffle, realizing that I'm still on Bakura's shoulder, which is quite damp now.
"I'm sorry, your shirt's wet now."
My voice sounds thick with tears; it feels like I swallowed half my tears when I shed them. I quickly wipe away my tears and sniffle once more. I see the delicate whiteness of a tissue thrust towards me. I take it and mumble thanks before blowing my nose. I just feel like a fool now, crying all over Bakura of all people!
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
I try to avoid his garnet eyes, they seem to take in everything and something about them unnerves me at the moment. I see a shrug from the tip of my eyes.
"No need to say sorry about anything. I can understand."
I nod and drop the tissue into the conveniently placed trashcan at the foot of the couch. An awkward silence drops over the atmosphere as we sit in silence. I finger the tassel of the pillow once more not quite sure what to do or say right about now.
When he stopped crying he looked so different; I saw a new person in place of the gentle and happy teen. I saw a boy bent over in sorrow and loneliness. His cheeks were flushed from crying so much and his nose was slightly pink from wiping it so much. His eyes were oh kami I don't know if I can describe them! They were so beautiful, so indescribably filled with emotion. Tears still clung to his sooty lashes and they hung there, waiting to drop down his flushed cheeks. Then those brown eyes seemed to enlarge ten fold as they were still watery yet beautiful still. The dying sun hit his eyes so they sparkled and shined even though they looked discontented. They.they.they.were like looking in the eyes of an angel. I can't describe it; it was just so beautiful and so poignant.
"You know we were supposed to be working on our project."
I say wryly more to myself rather then him, but I see him start at the comment. A look of surprise comes over his flushed features.
"My goodness, we were! Oh dear, we should work on it now!"
I chuckle at his urgency to start a project. I look over to the dying sun and sigh. I guess we could start it tomorrow, I mean it is due in two weeks, not tomorrow.
"Actually, I have to go; we can work on this tomorrow, same time."
I stand up and face the fading sun, narrowing my eyes as the harsh dying rays hit me in the eyes. The sun can be so harsh, but we depend on it, it's so weird. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head towards the door. I see Ryou looking at the sun as well. Wonder what he's thinking about? I see him shake his head as if to get rid of thought from his mind, and smiles vaguely over at me, looking dreamy. I smile back and open the door, seeing the most beautiful sight ever. I feel my breath swept away as I see vibrant red staining the sky, making it look like it was bleeding, maybe it was. A brazen orange weaved in and out of the bloody red, calming it down to something serene. The ball of fire dropped over the horizon, disappearing slowly an inch at a time. As it dropped lower down the skyline, dark dusky blue began to sweep in accompanied by even duskier lavender. I felt a small gasp beside me as Ryou joined me to see the majestic sight before us. We just stood there, watching the colors meld together and slowly dissolve into the midnight blue sky. It was beauty beyond beauty, it made see the simplicity of nature and the chaotic thoughts in my head settle down into a serene state. I felt at peace with everything, and everything became clear to me for that 15 odd minutes. Everything was right, nothing was wrong; it was all a perfect balance. It was beauty and a whole bunch of other things for mixed together. It was peace of mind, happiness of heart, beauty of body, it was everything. I glanced down at Ryou and saw a look pass over his face and I knew that he too had felt what I had. That we had both just experienced something special and unique. It was our moment together where the world was beautiful and right. Where nothing could go wrong and everything was just perfect. Yes that's the word, perfect. **************************************************************** ************************************ Wow, that's one long chapter! It took me awhile I must say. Anyways, as always please review! This chapter was kinda philosophical or more had to do with emotions rather then what revolved around them in the material world. Do you get what I mean? Anyways, I hope you liked it; it was really fun to type this one up. So please as usual read and review! And until the next time I update, ja ne ^_^!