Thanks to these people:
cloud_1_3_5: ummmm sorry baz, I hope your tent isn't too smelly. Misura: Yup ^_^ that he is. Miss Mika: Thanks for the review. It made me smile. Crystalline Entity: *cowers in fear* No more pokes, please. Shade25: Well here ya are. Enjoy. BetsyBannana: Updated for ya. Woodsy: For unnerving opposition to my creative expression in college.
On with the show.
A Spark Of Fire In Ice
Ryou awoke the next day curled up on the floor, still lying in Bakura's chamber. His face was still puffy and raw from sobbing, his body trembling from this nightmare. The nightmare he was desperate to wake from. Everything that had formed his life these past few years was shattered. Questions ripped through his mind. "Why?" "What did I do wrong?" Ryou started crying again as he slumped lower to the floor. His emotions, already distended from a night of anguish, were beginning to tear. He needed to do something, anything to stop him exploding. "Yugi" he muttered. Ryou wandered from room to room searching for Yugi. He eventually found Yugi in his bedroom talking to himself. "OH RA! I hope Yami likes this," he pondered as he floated on his euphoria, "I mean what if it's not his colour or something?" Ryou was about to turn away, wanting to leave Yugi alone. Alone but happy. "Ryou!" came a high pitched shriek from Yugi's room. Yugi could be seen trying to hide something in a hurry. While Yugi's back was turned, Ryou took in the room. His eyes wandered from the loving pictures of Yami and Yugi on the walls. They continued to the pile of clothes on the floor. Some of these weren't Yugi's. They must be Yami's. "When was the last time 'Kura undressed me?" thought Ryou. Wanting to change his train of thought, Ryou choked back the sobs and spoke to Yugi. "What was that in your hand?" he asked. Yugi blushed bright red, blood staining his cheeks from inside. He looked at Ryou from the corner of his eye. "Yami.....Present.....Thong" muttered Yugi. With a nasty jolt nearly unbalancing the already fatigued Ryou, the realisation that the day after next was Valentines hit home. "'Kura" he whimpered before half hurling himself, half falling onto his friend. Yugi still crimson faced, was suddenly full of distress. The colour faded from his face, as did his attempt at hiding the bright pink, studded posing pouch.
He looked at Ryou as if noticing him for the first time. He was distraught obviously, his clothes were crumpled and he had traces of dust in his usually pure white hair. But that wasn't what was missing. As Yugi carried on looking at the sobbing Ryou held in his arms he noticed it. As Ryou looked up and met Yugi's gaze there was nothing. The usual spark of insatiable energy in his eyes was gone. Ryou looked cold faced and his emotion was not showing. He was sobbing but there was no aura to it.
Ryou was fighting an internal conflict. The one thing in his life he loved was gone. His inner voice told him to get up and stop whining. Ryou tried and failed. The voice came back stronger. Ryou could only think of Bakura. His thoughts were of the good times they spent together. "YOU FOOL" "No", said Ryou in his mind, "Bakura must love me, what else is there?" "YOU SAW WHAT WAS IN HIS ROOM" Ryou choked as he thought back to last night's ordeal. "GET UP!" Ryou tries again to sit up from Yugi's embrace. He falls limply back into his arms. "YOU STILL WANT THAT THIEF...AFTER THIS???" "But I love him!" "REALLY?" Ryou started to feel something he had never felt before. It was hate. Intense hate. "NO!" he said, making Yugi jump. Something snapped. The warm place usually felt by Ryou was no longer there. He noticed he was sobbing and stopped instantly. He felt Yugi's eyes moving over him. He looked back at them. Yugi's brow was furrowed. Yugi was staring into Ryou's eyes. They had turned a cold icy blue. For a fraction of a second Yugi thought he saw fire in his pupils.
"You OK Ryou?" asked Yugi. "Fine" replied Ryou, "just looking for that bastard of a thief!" The last few words were spat out as if they had a bad taste.
Ryou jumped off the bed and headed downstairs. Things could be heard breaking. They sounded strangely like picture frames. "Boy is he pissed!!!" said Yugi to no one in particular, "I would NOT like to be Bakura right now."
cloud_1_3_5: ummmm sorry baz, I hope your tent isn't too smelly. Misura: Yup ^_^ that he is. Miss Mika: Thanks for the review. It made me smile. Crystalline Entity: *cowers in fear* No more pokes, please. Shade25: Well here ya are. Enjoy. BetsyBannana: Updated for ya. Woodsy: For unnerving opposition to my creative expression in college.
On with the show.
A Spark Of Fire In Ice
Ryou awoke the next day curled up on the floor, still lying in Bakura's chamber. His face was still puffy and raw from sobbing, his body trembling from this nightmare. The nightmare he was desperate to wake from. Everything that had formed his life these past few years was shattered. Questions ripped through his mind. "Why?" "What did I do wrong?" Ryou started crying again as he slumped lower to the floor. His emotions, already distended from a night of anguish, were beginning to tear. He needed to do something, anything to stop him exploding. "Yugi" he muttered. Ryou wandered from room to room searching for Yugi. He eventually found Yugi in his bedroom talking to himself. "OH RA! I hope Yami likes this," he pondered as he floated on his euphoria, "I mean what if it's not his colour or something?" Ryou was about to turn away, wanting to leave Yugi alone. Alone but happy. "Ryou!" came a high pitched shriek from Yugi's room. Yugi could be seen trying to hide something in a hurry. While Yugi's back was turned, Ryou took in the room. His eyes wandered from the loving pictures of Yami and Yugi on the walls. They continued to the pile of clothes on the floor. Some of these weren't Yugi's. They must be Yami's. "When was the last time 'Kura undressed me?" thought Ryou. Wanting to change his train of thought, Ryou choked back the sobs and spoke to Yugi. "What was that in your hand?" he asked. Yugi blushed bright red, blood staining his cheeks from inside. He looked at Ryou from the corner of his eye. "Yami.....Present.....Thong" muttered Yugi. With a nasty jolt nearly unbalancing the already fatigued Ryou, the realisation that the day after next was Valentines hit home. "'Kura" he whimpered before half hurling himself, half falling onto his friend. Yugi still crimson faced, was suddenly full of distress. The colour faded from his face, as did his attempt at hiding the bright pink, studded posing pouch.
He looked at Ryou as if noticing him for the first time. He was distraught obviously, his clothes were crumpled and he had traces of dust in his usually pure white hair. But that wasn't what was missing. As Yugi carried on looking at the sobbing Ryou held in his arms he noticed it. As Ryou looked up and met Yugi's gaze there was nothing. The usual spark of insatiable energy in his eyes was gone. Ryou looked cold faced and his emotion was not showing. He was sobbing but there was no aura to it.
Ryou was fighting an internal conflict. The one thing in his life he loved was gone. His inner voice told him to get up and stop whining. Ryou tried and failed. The voice came back stronger. Ryou could only think of Bakura. His thoughts were of the good times they spent together. "YOU FOOL" "No", said Ryou in his mind, "Bakura must love me, what else is there?" "YOU SAW WHAT WAS IN HIS ROOM" Ryou choked as he thought back to last night's ordeal. "GET UP!" Ryou tries again to sit up from Yugi's embrace. He falls limply back into his arms. "YOU STILL WANT THAT THIEF...AFTER THIS???" "But I love him!" "REALLY?" Ryou started to feel something he had never felt before. It was hate. Intense hate. "NO!" he said, making Yugi jump. Something snapped. The warm place usually felt by Ryou was no longer there. He noticed he was sobbing and stopped instantly. He felt Yugi's eyes moving over him. He looked back at them. Yugi's brow was furrowed. Yugi was staring into Ryou's eyes. They had turned a cold icy blue. For a fraction of a second Yugi thought he saw fire in his pupils.
"You OK Ryou?" asked Yugi. "Fine" replied Ryou, "just looking for that bastard of a thief!" The last few words were spat out as if they had a bad taste.
Ryou jumped off the bed and headed downstairs. Things could be heard breaking. They sounded strangely like picture frames. "Boy is he pissed!!!" said Yugi to no one in particular, "I would NOT like to be Bakura right now."