Disclaimer: I wish Yugi were mine..t'would be the day.
Thoughts: ^text^ Speech: "Text"
Yami v. Hikari - Who does truth hurt more?
It was hard for Ryou to acknowledge at first. All the lonely times he'd sit up in his room, shrinking inside himself every time he heard his voice, saw his shadow fall over the doorway, he often felt as though his Yami would rather be back in ancient Egypt then here with him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
^What have I done to deserve such resentment from my Yami?^ Ryou lay in his room, shivering on the bed as a breeze sent the drapes dancing. His eyes seemed cold and steely now as he remembered all the weary times he'd felt rejected, but then these thoughts were overpowered by his unconditional love for his Bakura, and it wasn't as if he couldn't think of a single time the hikari was left in the position where he relied on Bakura to bail him out, and every now and then his Yami nurtured him, attended to his special needs, and maybe for a brief moment, had shown compassion. No doubt he was cruel, and resented being trapped in the body of one he considered to be too meagre to say boo to a goose, but still he stayed. Maybe Bakura was the disregarded Tenshi no Hikari that Ryou always needed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
^Is that all I am to the world? Just some nothingness to the dark?^ Ryou often asked himself why he couldn't just be himself, why he was resented. When it came down to it, it would seem that he thought he had it hard, and was just pushed to the side of even his own life. As the sun slowly dropped down behind the horizon, leaving an array of misplaced orange and yellow sunbeams to slowly die out. His heart sank every time the sun buried itself in the earth, little did he know that his Yami went through much of the same torment every time the day drew to an end. He often reminisced about being back in Egypt and watching the sun fall. He did care for his Hikari, but bitterness ran through his very veins whenever he saw the absurd actions that ryou took everyday. He resented the way he looked. He was so powerfiul and strong, and here was his beloved yet weedy hikari, barely a third of his weight. He couldn't help but choose to grow weary and weak from his predicament, or feel powerful and angry. This Yami failed to be a whimper when he could be a roar.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryou failed to realize, as he pulled his knees into his chest and lay his head on top of them, with the lonesome tears of woe rolling down his soft cheek, that Bakura often sat in solitary in the neighbouring room, his heart breaking in two as he searched within himself in desperation for the courage to admit his feelings to his beloved hikari, he longed to reach out to him, wipe his tears away. He agonized over ideas of what may be keeping him back. In the moonlight there would often be a glisten in his eye, before the dull grey film of tears began to flow, the salty drops stopping for a brief moment on his lip, before dripping of his chin and fading away into the empty sheets.
Argh ok people I'd love some reviews, this is like, my very fist ever ficcie, I'm still unsure if I've got my characters and roles right but let me know what you think and tips would be triff.
Thoughts: ^text^ Speech: "Text"
Yami v. Hikari - Who does truth hurt more?
It was hard for Ryou to acknowledge at first. All the lonely times he'd sit up in his room, shrinking inside himself every time he heard his voice, saw his shadow fall over the doorway, he often felt as though his Yami would rather be back in ancient Egypt then here with him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
^What have I done to deserve such resentment from my Yami?^ Ryou lay in his room, shivering on the bed as a breeze sent the drapes dancing. His eyes seemed cold and steely now as he remembered all the weary times he'd felt rejected, but then these thoughts were overpowered by his unconditional love for his Bakura, and it wasn't as if he couldn't think of a single time the hikari was left in the position where he relied on Bakura to bail him out, and every now and then his Yami nurtured him, attended to his special needs, and maybe for a brief moment, had shown compassion. No doubt he was cruel, and resented being trapped in the body of one he considered to be too meagre to say boo to a goose, but still he stayed. Maybe Bakura was the disregarded Tenshi no Hikari that Ryou always needed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
^Is that all I am to the world? Just some nothingness to the dark?^ Ryou often asked himself why he couldn't just be himself, why he was resented. When it came down to it, it would seem that he thought he had it hard, and was just pushed to the side of even his own life. As the sun slowly dropped down behind the horizon, leaving an array of misplaced orange and yellow sunbeams to slowly die out. His heart sank every time the sun buried itself in the earth, little did he know that his Yami went through much of the same torment every time the day drew to an end. He often reminisced about being back in Egypt and watching the sun fall. He did care for his Hikari, but bitterness ran through his very veins whenever he saw the absurd actions that ryou took everyday. He resented the way he looked. He was so powerfiul and strong, and here was his beloved yet weedy hikari, barely a third of his weight. He couldn't help but choose to grow weary and weak from his predicament, or feel powerful and angry. This Yami failed to be a whimper when he could be a roar.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryou failed to realize, as he pulled his knees into his chest and lay his head on top of them, with the lonesome tears of woe rolling down his soft cheek, that Bakura often sat in solitary in the neighbouring room, his heart breaking in two as he searched within himself in desperation for the courage to admit his feelings to his beloved hikari, he longed to reach out to him, wipe his tears away. He agonized over ideas of what may be keeping him back. In the moonlight there would often be a glisten in his eye, before the dull grey film of tears began to flow, the salty drops stopping for a brief moment on his lip, before dripping of his chin and fading away into the empty sheets.
Argh ok people I'd love some reviews, this is like, my very fist ever ficcie, I'm still unsure if I've got my characters and roles right but let me know what you think and tips would be triff.