Hello, hello!!! I'm back, I decided that since I was gone for so long I
should update again really soon, and so here I am again. Although I think
I am getting a little sick...eh whatever. So thank you's for all my lovely
reviewers!!!!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Thank you!!!! I know, evil PSAT's, evil!!!!!! Well their over for now so until December I'm blissfully ignorant~!
DaLizzie: Thank you and yes Bakura and Ryou are perfect for each other!!!
Evil Chibi Malik: Ohhhhhh!!!! A whole basket full of pocky!!!!! Oh so happy!!!! Thank you!! With a chibi Ryou and chibi Bakura plushie?! Happiness beyond happiness!!!!!! I love you both so much now!!!! Well not that I didn't before...anyways, yeah new fic coming up soon so look for it!!!
Yuri Rikusentai: Thank you!!! That was a really funny pic...I think I saw the chibi version of it but not the real one so I'm very happy!!!!! Yeah the tomb raider thing? Yeah sort of a reference to the past...eh needed a story to the dagger and it just happened to work so well...
KhusaruMeseiko: Wow, thank you! I don't know what to say...yeah the grammar was never really my best subject, thank god for automatic grammar check. Yeah the scent thing was sort of like a showing of how different they were but still went together well. I try to incorporate the simple things that people take things for granted and make a bigger deal out of it. So thanks for the really nice review!!!!!!
Neko no Basu: Thanks! Do you mean BHS or BTHS? Because I think they are different schools. I don't know, but whatever, thanks for your review!
Dragon's Venom: Thanks and yes there will be more stories soon!
Anyways let's see, this will be in Bakura's POV and let's say it's kinda like summer-ish, very hot and muggy and humid and you get the idea. On with the fic! *Munches on the basket full of pocky* ^_^ *************************************************************** *************************************** Hot
Humid
Muggy
Hate
Must kill mosquitoes
Too lazy
Hate summer
Too tired to cause...chaos! GAH!!!!!
Mrmph.
I lay eagle spread out on the porch, even in the middle of the night or close to it, the damn heat won't lay off!!!!!! Even the porch feels icky...did I just say icky? Stupid heat...I look up, hello sky full of stars that seem to mock me...why am I talking to the sky? I'm insane!
'You already were insane baka.'
That means you're insane too so there!
'Am not!'
You said you were a part of my mind!!! You contradict your self!!!! Liar!!!!!!
'Humph.'
Ignoring the voice that doesn't really exist in my head I turn back to the sky. Staring up I see the hazy sky dotted with shimmering stars. Even in this heat they seem to shine with that unearthly shimmer. A little aura that notes each star as something special. I feel the most miniscule puffs of wind teasing my body, leaving me about .01% cooler then I was before. With it comes in the scent of summer. The scent of lazy afternoons filled with the dry heat of the trees and the delicate scent of dried up roses. Roses like my Ryou. Mmmmmmmm...Ryou...Closing my eyes I cast my heat filled head to think about Ryou. Ryou with his silvery white hair that seems to shine with an aura like the stars, Ryou with his pale porcelain skin that no matter how hot it is seems to stay cool to the touch and Ryou with those pouty lips of his that taste just like roses and vanilla. Sweet with an aftertaste that reminds me of the lazy days we spent on the hammock, spooned against one another, the gentle wind cradling us. I still feel those silky strings of hair brushing against my skin mockingly, teasing me to bury my face in them and take in the scent of vanilla and delicate roses. White roses mind you, never any other color, white roses. Everything about him is white, white roses, white skin, silvery white hair. It's like he's an angel, an angel that chose me a demon of darkness. Why? I mean come on; you have to admit I'm not the saintliest of the saints, rather the opposite. I'm dark, dark as the night. Haunting, mysterious, dark. Everything about me is dark...well except my white hair, hair just like Ryou's. Only his is gentler, more tamed, while mine is unruly. Rough and wild. My eyes? Red, red as blood. Everything about me is dark, even my boxers are black!!!! Hey, what else do you expect me to wear in this heat? I feel a warm something rest on my stomach and looking down I see the familiar white fluff that I claimed mine. MINE DO YOU HEAR?!?!?!?! MINE!!!!!! Shifting on the hard floor I can hear those small noises of discomfort he makes whenever he can't get comfortable. I can just imagine his face scrunched up and lips pouting as he tries to shift into a more comfortable position. Chuckling I scoop up the little body and carry him to the swinging porch bench.
"You're awake?"
"Have been for awhile, blasted heat makes it impossible to sleep in."
Frowning at the stupid heat I lie onto the more cushioned swing bench letting the momentum of my sitting swing us across the porch. I settle his body close to mine, letting it rest on top of me. With a small sigh I can see his eyes turn half laden as he tries to doze off. His too large tee droops down one shoulder, revealing its satiny whiteness to the night sky. I stroke the impossibly soft skin of his cheek and rest my own cheeks on his feathery mane of silvery white hair. So beautiful, an angel in disguise. I feel his perpetually cool fingers entwine amongst mine, that small hand of his fitting perfectly in my palm.
"Ryou, do you believe in angels?"
"Mhmm...why?"
"Nothing, go to sleep tenshi."
I can feel him smiling and as he closes his eyes, I cradle his body to mine. His slender legs are tangles in mine, making it impossible to ever get up, not that I would want to. I drape an arm around his bare shoulder and make sure that he firmly wrapped to me. I feel his warm breathe tickle my chest as his cheek rests against my chest. Murmuring sleep induced words of nothing he lets his silvery hair that matches the ethereal shine of the moon fall over his sweet angelic face. Do you believe in angels Ryou? You should, you are one.
(Sakura, Bakura's mother)
Peeking through the porch door I can see two boys entwined amongst each other, silvery hair falling in every which direction making it impossible to figure out which mane belongs to whom. The gentle rays of dawn reach out to stroke their faces, the fiery sun a gentle reminder of what it is to become. I can see it play its weak rays across the white of the wall beyond the swing. Beautiful gentle colors of bright yellow orange and red painted across the whiteness, it takes my breath away. Something so simple, yet so beautiful. Something of this world, yet so unworldly. I look down to see my son have his arm drawn around his little angel's waist, claiming him his for the world to see. Always so possessive, yet I smile at his love. Well a little possessiveness never killed anyone. After all let them enjoy their simple love for the moment. Let them live in their own little bubble of love before they go on, they're so happy, so pure, so simple. So unlike the world before us. Let them cherish it, let them bath in it for the while because when they do go out into the world set out before us they'll have each other. Because they'll have everything they need, they'll be together, together and happy.
(Ryou)
Yawn
Sigh
Snuggle
Looking up I can see his garnet eyes opening slowly, inch by inch. Squinting in the bright sunrise I can see him stare off into the distance once more.
"Kura-kun what do you think about?"
A pause before he actually filters what I asked him.
"Of angels and things..."
His voice far away distanced by his thoughts. I see, well sounds like him. Have I ever told you he likes to talk in riddles? Very complicated riddles. Especially if you catch him in a very dreamy mood. He'll make no sense at all, and all I can do is nod. I don't think he notices though, he just rambles on and on, sometimes he just stops in the middle of a sentence and suddenly turns away face frowning and upturned. Upset by his own logics and thinking, only to turn around the next minute happy as ever. He truly confuses me. I can never understand what he's truly like. He's just so complicated, but I love him for it, I love him for the fact that I can't figure out what he's saying. It just makes him my Kura-kun, so beautiful and intricate. A puzzle never to be solved. So we just lay there, Bakura's arm draped over my waist as usual, letting the world know that I'm his. We watch the fiery ball called the sun rise above over the horizon, spilling its radiant rays over our entwined bodies. The sky begins to entwine colors of light airy pinks and oranges, making it seem as if the colors themselves float about the sky, separate, in a world of their own. The hazy atmosphere blends together the light airiness and combines to release the vibrant blue of the sky. The heat not yet set in, releasing something cool and refreshing into the early morning day. The dew drops skim the lush green grass, bringing in the scent of new beginnings, the one that smells like raindrops on a clear day and summer heat combined with that of the lazy afternoon. The smell that one inhales and immediately smiles because they're suddenly filled with a new cause, yeah that smell. It filters the think atmosphere, penetrating the porch of our house, and we just lie there inhaling the scent of new beginnings, thinking, breathing, smiling. *************************************************************** *************************************** Okay, the last paragraph made absolutely no sense at all!!!!!! But still I hope you all liked it!!! Like I said maybe on or two more chapters to come, two at the most, but I'm almost done with this fic. Hope you enjoyed reading it so far!!! If so please read and review and you will be perpetually loved by me!!! Thanks and ja ne until the next chapter!!!! ^_^
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Thank you!!!! I know, evil PSAT's, evil!!!!!! Well their over for now so until December I'm blissfully ignorant~!
DaLizzie: Thank you and yes Bakura and Ryou are perfect for each other!!!
Evil Chibi Malik: Ohhhhhh!!!! A whole basket full of pocky!!!!! Oh so happy!!!! Thank you!! With a chibi Ryou and chibi Bakura plushie?! Happiness beyond happiness!!!!!! I love you both so much now!!!! Well not that I didn't before...anyways, yeah new fic coming up soon so look for it!!!
Yuri Rikusentai: Thank you!!! That was a really funny pic...I think I saw the chibi version of it but not the real one so I'm very happy!!!!! Yeah the tomb raider thing? Yeah sort of a reference to the past...eh needed a story to the dagger and it just happened to work so well...
KhusaruMeseiko: Wow, thank you! I don't know what to say...yeah the grammar was never really my best subject, thank god for automatic grammar check. Yeah the scent thing was sort of like a showing of how different they were but still went together well. I try to incorporate the simple things that people take things for granted and make a bigger deal out of it. So thanks for the really nice review!!!!!!
Neko no Basu: Thanks! Do you mean BHS or BTHS? Because I think they are different schools. I don't know, but whatever, thanks for your review!
Dragon's Venom: Thanks and yes there will be more stories soon!
Anyways let's see, this will be in Bakura's POV and let's say it's kinda like summer-ish, very hot and muggy and humid and you get the idea. On with the fic! *Munches on the basket full of pocky* ^_^ *************************************************************** *************************************** Hot
Humid
Muggy
Hate
Must kill mosquitoes
Too lazy
Hate summer
Too tired to cause...chaos! GAH!!!!!
Mrmph.
I lay eagle spread out on the porch, even in the middle of the night or close to it, the damn heat won't lay off!!!!!! Even the porch feels icky...did I just say icky? Stupid heat...I look up, hello sky full of stars that seem to mock me...why am I talking to the sky? I'm insane!
'You already were insane baka.'
That means you're insane too so there!
'Am not!'
You said you were a part of my mind!!! You contradict your self!!!! Liar!!!!!!
'Humph.'
Ignoring the voice that doesn't really exist in my head I turn back to the sky. Staring up I see the hazy sky dotted with shimmering stars. Even in this heat they seem to shine with that unearthly shimmer. A little aura that notes each star as something special. I feel the most miniscule puffs of wind teasing my body, leaving me about .01% cooler then I was before. With it comes in the scent of summer. The scent of lazy afternoons filled with the dry heat of the trees and the delicate scent of dried up roses. Roses like my Ryou. Mmmmmmmm...Ryou...Closing my eyes I cast my heat filled head to think about Ryou. Ryou with his silvery white hair that seems to shine with an aura like the stars, Ryou with his pale porcelain skin that no matter how hot it is seems to stay cool to the touch and Ryou with those pouty lips of his that taste just like roses and vanilla. Sweet with an aftertaste that reminds me of the lazy days we spent on the hammock, spooned against one another, the gentle wind cradling us. I still feel those silky strings of hair brushing against my skin mockingly, teasing me to bury my face in them and take in the scent of vanilla and delicate roses. White roses mind you, never any other color, white roses. Everything about him is white, white roses, white skin, silvery white hair. It's like he's an angel, an angel that chose me a demon of darkness. Why? I mean come on; you have to admit I'm not the saintliest of the saints, rather the opposite. I'm dark, dark as the night. Haunting, mysterious, dark. Everything about me is dark...well except my white hair, hair just like Ryou's. Only his is gentler, more tamed, while mine is unruly. Rough and wild. My eyes? Red, red as blood. Everything about me is dark, even my boxers are black!!!! Hey, what else do you expect me to wear in this heat? I feel a warm something rest on my stomach and looking down I see the familiar white fluff that I claimed mine. MINE DO YOU HEAR?!?!?!?! MINE!!!!!! Shifting on the hard floor I can hear those small noises of discomfort he makes whenever he can't get comfortable. I can just imagine his face scrunched up and lips pouting as he tries to shift into a more comfortable position. Chuckling I scoop up the little body and carry him to the swinging porch bench.
"You're awake?"
"Have been for awhile, blasted heat makes it impossible to sleep in."
Frowning at the stupid heat I lie onto the more cushioned swing bench letting the momentum of my sitting swing us across the porch. I settle his body close to mine, letting it rest on top of me. With a small sigh I can see his eyes turn half laden as he tries to doze off. His too large tee droops down one shoulder, revealing its satiny whiteness to the night sky. I stroke the impossibly soft skin of his cheek and rest my own cheeks on his feathery mane of silvery white hair. So beautiful, an angel in disguise. I feel his perpetually cool fingers entwine amongst mine, that small hand of his fitting perfectly in my palm.
"Ryou, do you believe in angels?"
"Mhmm...why?"
"Nothing, go to sleep tenshi."
I can feel him smiling and as he closes his eyes, I cradle his body to mine. His slender legs are tangles in mine, making it impossible to ever get up, not that I would want to. I drape an arm around his bare shoulder and make sure that he firmly wrapped to me. I feel his warm breathe tickle my chest as his cheek rests against my chest. Murmuring sleep induced words of nothing he lets his silvery hair that matches the ethereal shine of the moon fall over his sweet angelic face. Do you believe in angels Ryou? You should, you are one.
(Sakura, Bakura's mother)
Peeking through the porch door I can see two boys entwined amongst each other, silvery hair falling in every which direction making it impossible to figure out which mane belongs to whom. The gentle rays of dawn reach out to stroke their faces, the fiery sun a gentle reminder of what it is to become. I can see it play its weak rays across the white of the wall beyond the swing. Beautiful gentle colors of bright yellow orange and red painted across the whiteness, it takes my breath away. Something so simple, yet so beautiful. Something of this world, yet so unworldly. I look down to see my son have his arm drawn around his little angel's waist, claiming him his for the world to see. Always so possessive, yet I smile at his love. Well a little possessiveness never killed anyone. After all let them enjoy their simple love for the moment. Let them live in their own little bubble of love before they go on, they're so happy, so pure, so simple. So unlike the world before us. Let them cherish it, let them bath in it for the while because when they do go out into the world set out before us they'll have each other. Because they'll have everything they need, they'll be together, together and happy.
(Ryou)
Yawn
Sigh
Snuggle
Looking up I can see his garnet eyes opening slowly, inch by inch. Squinting in the bright sunrise I can see him stare off into the distance once more.
"Kura-kun what do you think about?"
A pause before he actually filters what I asked him.
"Of angels and things..."
His voice far away distanced by his thoughts. I see, well sounds like him. Have I ever told you he likes to talk in riddles? Very complicated riddles. Especially if you catch him in a very dreamy mood. He'll make no sense at all, and all I can do is nod. I don't think he notices though, he just rambles on and on, sometimes he just stops in the middle of a sentence and suddenly turns away face frowning and upturned. Upset by his own logics and thinking, only to turn around the next minute happy as ever. He truly confuses me. I can never understand what he's truly like. He's just so complicated, but I love him for it, I love him for the fact that I can't figure out what he's saying. It just makes him my Kura-kun, so beautiful and intricate. A puzzle never to be solved. So we just lay there, Bakura's arm draped over my waist as usual, letting the world know that I'm his. We watch the fiery ball called the sun rise above over the horizon, spilling its radiant rays over our entwined bodies. The sky begins to entwine colors of light airy pinks and oranges, making it seem as if the colors themselves float about the sky, separate, in a world of their own. The hazy atmosphere blends together the light airiness and combines to release the vibrant blue of the sky. The heat not yet set in, releasing something cool and refreshing into the early morning day. The dew drops skim the lush green grass, bringing in the scent of new beginnings, the one that smells like raindrops on a clear day and summer heat combined with that of the lazy afternoon. The smell that one inhales and immediately smiles because they're suddenly filled with a new cause, yeah that smell. It filters the think atmosphere, penetrating the porch of our house, and we just lie there inhaling the scent of new beginnings, thinking, breathing, smiling. *************************************************************** *************************************** Okay, the last paragraph made absolutely no sense at all!!!!!! But still I hope you all liked it!!! Like I said maybe on or two more chapters to come, two at the most, but I'm almost done with this fic. Hope you enjoyed reading it so far!!! If so please read and review and you will be perpetually loved by me!!! Thanks and ja ne until the next chapter!!!! ^_^