Summary: Love is not always perfect but shall always be beautiful. B/R
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You appeared to have collapsed on the couch last night. Your arm is hanging over the edge of the couch, your lips slightly parted. You were drunk again, but that's nothing new to me. I shake my head silently and run up the stairs to get a wet towel.
You were probably having a night out with Marik again but that doesn't matter. In the end, even if I do get jealous, you do always come back to me. I pause out of my thoughts and find myself at the task at hand. My hands drift to the towel rack. Grabbing a nice clean towel, I rinse it under the steaming hot water.
I hope this will make you feel better. I wring the towel out and run back down. You are still in the same position. I step closer to you and crouch beside your figure. Your breath reeks of whisky but I do not mind. Carefully, I brush your hair aside placing the towel over your head.
You moan softly. Probably had too much this time. I stroke your face lightly. You moan again. I must admit it is sort of cute. It's odd how people say you look like me. I think you look nothing like me. More handsome perhaps?
Either way you look like an angel. I don't understand how people can say you look cruel but then again you always act harsh to them. The charcoal on your eyes may distinguish your expressions more, maybe that's why. You never smile… happily I mean.
You roll on your side, letting the towel slide to the floor. I suppress a giggle and stand up. I better make you something to eat. As I turn away, I feel a strong grip on my wrist. My cheeks begin to feel warm as I look back. You are holding my wrist. Do you want me to stay?
A curious groan escapes your thin lips. I sit down and sigh. I better stay or you will just tighten that grip of yours. I begin to stroke your cheek again earning soft moans of enjoyment. I begin to think those odd thoughts again.
They call you a yami and me a hikari. That is supposed to mean dark and light. I think that is wrong. You are not dark, a bit cruel yes but not dark and me, I am definitely not light. Perhaps slightly innocent but not light. I hope one thing is right about it though, that we are both soulmates. Yes, I would like that.
You have expressed emotion to me before but I can never know if it is love. You show your anger towards me, is that a way of showing your love or is it just your annoyance in me? I shake my head as you moan again. Focusing on you, your eyes slowly start to open, revealing your chocolate eyes.
I give out a startled squeak as you grasp my wrist tighter. You rub your eyes in annoyance and gave me a harsh glare. I smile meekly. "Yami", I whisper hesitantly, "You didn't look well so I got you a towel and um yeah…" You roll your eyes and move their sight to see where your other hand is.
Your eyes widen as you snap away your hand from its place. "You were asleep!" I begin to explain, flustered, "I got a wet towel for you and I tried to leave to make you some food but…" I snap my mouth shut. You didn't tell me to speak! I turn my head, expecting a harsh slap.
"Open your eyes", you command. I open my eyes and look at you. You lean in towards me. I moan softly as I feel your lips press against mine. Your arms begin to slither their way around my waist as your lips move downward, to my neck. I suppress a shudder as your hot tongue begins to scrape over my skin.
You move back suddenly, making me whimper at the loss of heat. "Make me something to eat and I may forgive you for your insolence… and thanks Ryou." I nod quickly and run towards the kitchen. I look back and you glare at me. A smile creeps towards my lips.
You really do care Yami. Even if you do seem cruel, deep inside you really are nice. I hope you will be my yami forever, even if we aren't really soulmates.
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Just something I felt like writing.
***chaos-kun