by: darkestbeforedawn
A/N's: Yami no Bakura watches Ryou in the snow. Slight shounen ai. Fic inspired by 12+ feet of snow received in my hometown. Yessim.
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He's outside again. The foolish boy stares in all wonder at the fleeting speckles of white drifting from above.
I refuse to admit I am awed as well.
His skin is flushed, barely enough to really see it, but I do. His eyes close, little puffs of white tell me his breathing slowed.
I think I hate him.
I lay awake inside the Sennen Ring sometimes, and I think back to the day, or rather, night I saved him from the treachery of Malik. I wonder at my own action sometimes, and then I hate him, my yadonushi. For he made me doubt my actions, and by Ra, I never doubt my actions.
He smiles at nothing sometimes, and it makes me want to shake him by the shoulders, and scream at him for having something I didn't. For be able to do something I couldn't.
The boy stares at me with such a fond glance sometimes, that I can't help but want to ask him what in the name of Ra he was doing, because I don't think he realizes he's doing that. By Ra, tell me he doesn't realize it, and he can be redeemed.
I saw him crying once, those almond colored eyes dulling into nearly an earthly brown color, his sobs raking that lithe form that was, and only could be his. Those heart wrenching sobs could've made the devil cry, but not me. He clutched at me, and I let him, but only once, for he stunned me with the need of his arms around me.
I was never taught to cry. I don't know how, and I'll never know how since now I am nothing more than a shadow of myself. Kuru Eruna didn't accept people who cried and whimpered at the slightest discomfort- so I changed myself to fit into the harsh reality.
And this is only shared within the chamber of my own soul room, within my own morbid thoughts, and never to the kind-hearted boy that has to share his mind with me. But I am awed by him, just as I am awed by this -thing- known as snow. And I wonder sometimes, when he is asleep under the burgundy covers of his bed, and I remain in the shadows, staring at his form that seems to glow under the moonlight.
But this boy- my yadonushi, has gave me hope that the world could be redeemed, but only just perhaps.
After all, snow angels don't last forever, just as my yadonushi isn't forever, but perhaps, I can remember him always, as the saviour of my soul.
Just perhaps.