((Author's note: Thank you so much to Fatlazikat and her encouraging
words. I have 4 reviews, this makes me extremely happy, and thus I shall
write some more!))
Black Sabre: It also occurred to me that I have forgotten to note my disclaimers. Bakura? Would you be so kind as to.
Bakura: Hell no I'm not sayin nothin. Baka, you do it.
Ryou: :::cowers in corner::: Yes Bakura. Black Sabre owns nothing.
Bakura: :::smirks::: that is not too far from the truth.
Black Sabre: Thank you Ryou. Bakura? No comments from the peanut gallery today. Now, on with the story.
:::'Expecting company? Now who is trying to kill? This can't be good. Oh well, it's his business, not mine.' His focus again drifted to reality. And sadly that reality was school. Mrs. Henry had been so generous in giving him extra homework for the night. The homework wasn't so bad; it was facing the bully again that he was worried about. He couldn't afford another black eye. Suddenly he snapped back into the present. There was a knock on the door.:::
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:::::General POV::::
Ryou walked down the stairs from his room and immediately went to the door. He cautiously unlocked the door and much to his dismay found himself scared. 'Why should I be afraid? It's only a friend of my Yami, what is so terrifying about that? Other than he is a crazy psychotic tomb robber! How can anyone be worse?' His shaking hands turned the brass knob of the door and opened it prudently. On the other side of the door was a tall and handsome boy about his own age. He had sandy blonde hair, just as his Yami had said; but what caught Ryou's attention most, was the beautiful and mysterious lavender eyes.
The pale young boy stood there unsure of what to say to this visitor. One part of him wanted to stay there and stare, but the other knew that his Yami would be very upset if he didn't alert him of his company. He decided to invite him in.
"Please, come in and make yourself welcome. I will go and tell my Yami that you are here," Ryou said steadily trying not to make a bad impression.
"Thank you."
:::Ryou's POV:::
His words were deep and captivating. My own thoughts are drifting as I walk up the stairs thinking of this handsome blonde. There was something about his eyes though. Those, perfect eyes.
:::General POV:::
Ryou quickly snapped himself back into reality and approached his Yami's door. Bakura was lounging on his bed surrounded by black pillows, his bare chest ever so slightly lifting and lowering. A tiny smirk placed carefully on his lips. 'I don't know if I want to wake him, he is usually in a terrible mood when I try and rouse him.' Then again, what choice did he have?
He mustered as much courage as was possible in his innocent self then quietly let out a weak, "Yami?"
The tomb robber leapt up with a dagger in hand with an icy cold glare chiseled on his face. After realization, his face began to soften to the small boy adjacent to him. A terrified Ryou stood there, pressing hard against the wall as if trying to sink in.
"What do you want baka?" Bakura's face still grim.
"Y..y..your. umm. g.guest is here," Ryou managed to say without bursting into tears. It had always scared him when his Yami was in such a mood.
"Oh, thanks baka," Bakura stated coldly then turned and walked out the door and down the stairs.
Ryou slid down the wall and drew his knees in around him. He could not hold it in this time. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he cried into his hands. Life was beginning to crush into all sides of him. There was no escape for him. He wanted it to end right there, right now. He looked across at the dagger that his Yami had dropped. As he reached for the weapon he heard something that caught his alertness.
"And what of the young boy upstairs. what can we use him for?"
((Author's note: sorry to leave you hanging, but I have to get ready for another cursed day of school. Later everyone. Please REVIEW!!! Give me a few encouraging notes and I'll have the next one up soon!))
Black Sabre: It also occurred to me that I have forgotten to note my disclaimers. Bakura? Would you be so kind as to.
Bakura: Hell no I'm not sayin nothin. Baka, you do it.
Ryou: :::cowers in corner::: Yes Bakura. Black Sabre owns nothing.
Bakura: :::smirks::: that is not too far from the truth.
Black Sabre: Thank you Ryou. Bakura? No comments from the peanut gallery today. Now, on with the story.
:::'Expecting company? Now who is trying to kill? This can't be good. Oh well, it's his business, not mine.' His focus again drifted to reality. And sadly that reality was school. Mrs. Henry had been so generous in giving him extra homework for the night. The homework wasn't so bad; it was facing the bully again that he was worried about. He couldn't afford another black eye. Suddenly he snapped back into the present. There was a knock on the door.:::
:::::::::::::::::Tears of the Sands:::::::::::::::::::::::::ch3::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::General POV::::
Ryou walked down the stairs from his room and immediately went to the door. He cautiously unlocked the door and much to his dismay found himself scared. 'Why should I be afraid? It's only a friend of my Yami, what is so terrifying about that? Other than he is a crazy psychotic tomb robber! How can anyone be worse?' His shaking hands turned the brass knob of the door and opened it prudently. On the other side of the door was a tall and handsome boy about his own age. He had sandy blonde hair, just as his Yami had said; but what caught Ryou's attention most, was the beautiful and mysterious lavender eyes.
The pale young boy stood there unsure of what to say to this visitor. One part of him wanted to stay there and stare, but the other knew that his Yami would be very upset if he didn't alert him of his company. He decided to invite him in.
"Please, come in and make yourself welcome. I will go and tell my Yami that you are here," Ryou said steadily trying not to make a bad impression.
"Thank you."
:::Ryou's POV:::
His words were deep and captivating. My own thoughts are drifting as I walk up the stairs thinking of this handsome blonde. There was something about his eyes though. Those, perfect eyes.
:::General POV:::
Ryou quickly snapped himself back into reality and approached his Yami's door. Bakura was lounging on his bed surrounded by black pillows, his bare chest ever so slightly lifting and lowering. A tiny smirk placed carefully on his lips. 'I don't know if I want to wake him, he is usually in a terrible mood when I try and rouse him.' Then again, what choice did he have?
He mustered as much courage as was possible in his innocent self then quietly let out a weak, "Yami?"
The tomb robber leapt up with a dagger in hand with an icy cold glare chiseled on his face. After realization, his face began to soften to the small boy adjacent to him. A terrified Ryou stood there, pressing hard against the wall as if trying to sink in.
"What do you want baka?" Bakura's face still grim.
"Y..y..your. umm. g.guest is here," Ryou managed to say without bursting into tears. It had always scared him when his Yami was in such a mood.
"Oh, thanks baka," Bakura stated coldly then turned and walked out the door and down the stairs.
Ryou slid down the wall and drew his knees in around him. He could not hold it in this time. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he cried into his hands. Life was beginning to crush into all sides of him. There was no escape for him. He wanted it to end right there, right now. He looked across at the dagger that his Yami had dropped. As he reached for the weapon he heard something that caught his alertness.
"And what of the young boy upstairs. what can we use him for?"
((Author's note: sorry to leave you hanging, but I have to get ready for another cursed day of school. Later everyone. Please REVIEW!!! Give me a few encouraging notes and I'll have the next one up soon!))
