Okay, well on to the second chapter now! Thank you for the review Saturn
Imp and I do think that your works are quite funny. Also, thank you evil
cheese for your review as well. Oh and for those who liked this fanfic,
please read my other one, it's called My Tenshi, My Hikari, My Ryou.
Obviously it's about Ryou and also Bakura. But anyways on with the
chapter! This one is in Ryou's POV. Oh also warning of yaoi between
Ryou/Malik (yami Malik) and mentions of suicide. Enjoy ^_^!
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I got home only damp from the rain. It's a good thing I lived close by or else I would have gotten soaked. I shake my head and let my jacket hang on a chair so it can dry. It's quiet again, which I detest. Bakura was off in Egypt with Yami and Isis so they could find out about their past, mainly for Yami's benefit. Bakura was really anxious about leaving me alone again. He knows I hate being alone, which is why I've been spending so much time at the Ishtar's house. Of course Bakura calls every so soften to check on me. I'm actually enjoying the quiet to an extent. I mean ever since Bakura there has been lots of nose. I mean lots of it. So the silence is actually quiet and peaceful, but only to an extent. Being alone for too long reminds me of before Bakura came and when I was alone. Both Okassan and Amane had died and Otoussan was away at work, something that hasn't changed. I shudder at the thought; those were really unpleasant times for me. I go to the bathroom to take a nice soak and as I let the bath fill I have another unpleasant memory. The last time I filled the tub was to end my life. I finger my scar absentmindedly as I feel the steam gather up and brush against my face. Like I said, those were very unpleasant times for me. As I slide my body in the warmth, I feel myself relax. See? This is what happens when I'm alone for too long. I start to let my mind drift to my unpleasant past, which in turn makes me depressed, which in turns makes me act unreasonable. Ugh! I have to think about pleasant thoughts. Okay, pleasant thoughts, pleasant thoughts.I let my mind drift over to your dusky lavender eyes, that tanned skin, and the disheveled blonde hair. You seem so dusky overall; every aspect of you is coated in that dusky motif. You're always so reserved and quiet, every time I come over I see you reading, in your own little world. I always expected you to be crazy, insane, sadistic, and so on, but your not. You're the exact opposite; it's as if you don't let other's see this reserved side of you. Are you like yami? Do you put on a mask in front of other's like him and act unlike yourself? You truly make me wonder about your nature, you're even harder to read then Bakura and that says a lot, at least to me it does. Maybe I'm just a dunce and don't know how to analyze people. Anyways, your always so dreamy and never really seem to be paying attention to me, or anything else but your thoughts, but sometimes I see our dusky orbs studying me. What do you see? I don't mind you staring, it let's me know you acknowledge my presence. Hmmm.maybe I should stop bothering you guys. Is that why you stare? Am I bothering you? Maybe I should just stay home for awhile, and let them enjoy their peace. After all being alone shouldn't be that hard for me right? I've been alone for half my life, what's one more day or two? I slip out of the tub and feel goose bumps raise as the air chills me. I quietly pad down the stairs and fix myself a dinner, when the phone breaks the impending silence in my rather large house.
"Moshi-moshi?"
"Hey kid."
Oh it must be Bakura, no question about it.
"Hi Bakura."
I sit on the couch getting comfortable knowing it's going to take some time before I hang up and go back to my small and lonely dinner.
"How you doin'?"
I fidget a bit. I'm glad he's too faraway to sense my emotions and thoughts. I don't want him to know I had flashbacks today. It gets him worried and would just fly back home regardless to what I say.
"Fine, I go bother Malik and Marik in the morning."
"Good, I still don't like you being alone."
"I know."
I softly say, because I don't either. I know he really means that he doesn't trust me to be alone either, because I had chosen when I was alone to try to commit suicide. I sometimes still don't trust myself either, especially when I eye the kitchen knife or my father's razor in the bathroom. It gets me nervous yet in some ways I always have a tiny voice inside my head that always urges me to grab in and drag it across my wrist once more. It frightens me even more when I find myself holding the knife or razor in my hand poised to cut.
"How's Egypt?"
I purposely divert the conversation to my yami, not wanting the spotlight on me.
"Not bad, Yami's a royal pain, but luckily for me Isis is here to shut him up."
I laugh. Bakura still considered Yami to be his greatest rival, yet these days they seemed to be more friendly rivals then in the past.
"How are Malik and Marik?"
"Fine, Marik said to call or he refused to warm your bed when you got back."
I hear the all too familiar snicker over the phone.
"Yeah, I'll call him tonight."
"When do you get back?"
I slip out in a wistful voice. He may be loud, but he takes good care of me and offers me companionship, he's like a big brother to me. I miss him and it's already been a month. I hear him sigh and I know the answer is not what I want to hear.
"I dunno kid. I'm sorry, but I think it'll be awhile. We still have some places we have to go to and I don't know how long it'll take. We'll be back by the end of next month, but I can get a plane ride back earlier and leave Yami with Isis if you want."
Now I feel guilty I asked he was willing to give up what he had been looking forward to for months all for me. I could take a month, but still a month did seem like a long time to me. Plus I didn't want to annoy the Ishtar's for too long. I had spent about a month there daily already.
"It's okay, I'm fine just asking."
I say with forced happiness. I don't want to ruin what was a lifetime experience for my yami.
"Are you sure? I could fly in about next week if you want me to Ryou it's no big deal."
"No, you stay there. I'm fine I promise."
I force confidence in my words to make them more convincing.
"Well, okay, if you say so. I'll call again soon, and until then don't do anything stupid, okay kid?"
I know he puts it lightly but I can sense seriousness in his words. I can tell he's slightly afraid to leave me alone for another month. I will my mind to think about happy thoughts and put on a cheerful voice.
"Okay Bakura, I promise. Call Marik."
"I will kid, bye."
"Bye."
I hear a click and I put the receiver down. I mull over the conversation for awhile thinking of what he said. Yes, defiantly he should stay there, I'll be fine. Father's been away for much longer and I have other friends now. Yeah like Marik and Malik. Well I think Malik's my friend. He' hard to read, but Marik assured me I was like part of the family. Well I sure hope so. *************************************************************** *************************************** Well, that was chapter two. How did you like it? Please review and like I said, I accept all reviews with open arms. Please read my other works I just posted the other day. Well once more, please read and review. Thank you and Ja ne ^_^!
I got home only damp from the rain. It's a good thing I lived close by or else I would have gotten soaked. I shake my head and let my jacket hang on a chair so it can dry. It's quiet again, which I detest. Bakura was off in Egypt with Yami and Isis so they could find out about their past, mainly for Yami's benefit. Bakura was really anxious about leaving me alone again. He knows I hate being alone, which is why I've been spending so much time at the Ishtar's house. Of course Bakura calls every so soften to check on me. I'm actually enjoying the quiet to an extent. I mean ever since Bakura there has been lots of nose. I mean lots of it. So the silence is actually quiet and peaceful, but only to an extent. Being alone for too long reminds me of before Bakura came and when I was alone. Both Okassan and Amane had died and Otoussan was away at work, something that hasn't changed. I shudder at the thought; those were really unpleasant times for me. I go to the bathroom to take a nice soak and as I let the bath fill I have another unpleasant memory. The last time I filled the tub was to end my life. I finger my scar absentmindedly as I feel the steam gather up and brush against my face. Like I said, those were very unpleasant times for me. As I slide my body in the warmth, I feel myself relax. See? This is what happens when I'm alone for too long. I start to let my mind drift to my unpleasant past, which in turn makes me depressed, which in turns makes me act unreasonable. Ugh! I have to think about pleasant thoughts. Okay, pleasant thoughts, pleasant thoughts.I let my mind drift over to your dusky lavender eyes, that tanned skin, and the disheveled blonde hair. You seem so dusky overall; every aspect of you is coated in that dusky motif. You're always so reserved and quiet, every time I come over I see you reading, in your own little world. I always expected you to be crazy, insane, sadistic, and so on, but your not. You're the exact opposite; it's as if you don't let other's see this reserved side of you. Are you like yami? Do you put on a mask in front of other's like him and act unlike yourself? You truly make me wonder about your nature, you're even harder to read then Bakura and that says a lot, at least to me it does. Maybe I'm just a dunce and don't know how to analyze people. Anyways, your always so dreamy and never really seem to be paying attention to me, or anything else but your thoughts, but sometimes I see our dusky orbs studying me. What do you see? I don't mind you staring, it let's me know you acknowledge my presence. Hmmm.maybe I should stop bothering you guys. Is that why you stare? Am I bothering you? Maybe I should just stay home for awhile, and let them enjoy their peace. After all being alone shouldn't be that hard for me right? I've been alone for half my life, what's one more day or two? I slip out of the tub and feel goose bumps raise as the air chills me. I quietly pad down the stairs and fix myself a dinner, when the phone breaks the impending silence in my rather large house.
"Moshi-moshi?"
"Hey kid."
Oh it must be Bakura, no question about it.
"Hi Bakura."
I sit on the couch getting comfortable knowing it's going to take some time before I hang up and go back to my small and lonely dinner.
"How you doin'?"
I fidget a bit. I'm glad he's too faraway to sense my emotions and thoughts. I don't want him to know I had flashbacks today. It gets him worried and would just fly back home regardless to what I say.
"Fine, I go bother Malik and Marik in the morning."
"Good, I still don't like you being alone."
"I know."
I softly say, because I don't either. I know he really means that he doesn't trust me to be alone either, because I had chosen when I was alone to try to commit suicide. I sometimes still don't trust myself either, especially when I eye the kitchen knife or my father's razor in the bathroom. It gets me nervous yet in some ways I always have a tiny voice inside my head that always urges me to grab in and drag it across my wrist once more. It frightens me even more when I find myself holding the knife or razor in my hand poised to cut.
"How's Egypt?"
I purposely divert the conversation to my yami, not wanting the spotlight on me.
"Not bad, Yami's a royal pain, but luckily for me Isis is here to shut him up."
I laugh. Bakura still considered Yami to be his greatest rival, yet these days they seemed to be more friendly rivals then in the past.
"How are Malik and Marik?"
"Fine, Marik said to call or he refused to warm your bed when you got back."
I hear the all too familiar snicker over the phone.
"Yeah, I'll call him tonight."
"When do you get back?"
I slip out in a wistful voice. He may be loud, but he takes good care of me and offers me companionship, he's like a big brother to me. I miss him and it's already been a month. I hear him sigh and I know the answer is not what I want to hear.
"I dunno kid. I'm sorry, but I think it'll be awhile. We still have some places we have to go to and I don't know how long it'll take. We'll be back by the end of next month, but I can get a plane ride back earlier and leave Yami with Isis if you want."
Now I feel guilty I asked he was willing to give up what he had been looking forward to for months all for me. I could take a month, but still a month did seem like a long time to me. Plus I didn't want to annoy the Ishtar's for too long. I had spent about a month there daily already.
"It's okay, I'm fine just asking."
I say with forced happiness. I don't want to ruin what was a lifetime experience for my yami.
"Are you sure? I could fly in about next week if you want me to Ryou it's no big deal."
"No, you stay there. I'm fine I promise."
I force confidence in my words to make them more convincing.
"Well, okay, if you say so. I'll call again soon, and until then don't do anything stupid, okay kid?"
I know he puts it lightly but I can sense seriousness in his words. I can tell he's slightly afraid to leave me alone for another month. I will my mind to think about happy thoughts and put on a cheerful voice.
"Okay Bakura, I promise. Call Marik."
"I will kid, bye."
"Bye."
I hear a click and I put the receiver down. I mull over the conversation for awhile thinking of what he said. Yes, defiantly he should stay there, I'll be fine. Father's been away for much longer and I have other friends now. Yeah like Marik and Malik. Well I think Malik's my friend. He' hard to read, but Marik assured me I was like part of the family. Well I sure hope so. *************************************************************** *************************************** Well, that was chapter two. How did you like it? Please review and like I said, I accept all reviews with open arms. Please read my other works I just posted the other day. Well once more, please read and review. Thank you and Ja ne ^_^!