What Happens Now
Chapter 2: Cruel Yet Kind
A/N #1: Thanks for all the reviews..and as a thank you, this chapter is longer!
A/N #2: Written from Ryou's POV.
I see you staring down at me. I try not to allow myself to smile. I know I look innocent, I guess that's how I always seem to you my Yami. You just finished giving me one of your patented 'your weak and useless speeches'. I've heard it before, hundreds of times, from you alone. *I may be weak...but why do you stay with me Bakura..* The thought crosses my mind before my gaze drifts to the window.
The stars are out tonight. *I wish Bakura could understand how I really felt...* I yawn absently. "Time for bed.." I remind him and start towards the bed we share. *Not share like that...* I remind myself. You pass by me and climb into bed first. Lovely, now I have to climb over you. I clamor over you carefully, when my hand accidentally touches you I turn my head, to hide my slightly reddened cheeks. You don't see me thank goodness. You never do.
I crawl under the covers and curl into a ball, lest you try for some reason to disturb me, and maybe find me blushing. That'd be hard to explain now wouldn't it? I uncurl just enough and glance over my shoulder. Your over by the closet. I see you take something out, then glance back at me. I quickly hide my face again. You probably think I'm asleep.
I feel the new blanket you retrieved from the closet as it falls atop the others already on the bed. You lay down again and after a few moments I hear the matress coils squeak again. I uncurl again and look for you, only to find you sitting in the window. I find myself smiling, because for a moment you seem so much like me, at least on the outside anyway. I carefully climb out of bed and pick up the blanket you took out and creep over towards the window, making absolutely sure that you are asleep.
One of the floorboards squeak and I freeze, seeing you shift a little. Even when your sleeping you still wear that arrogant smirk, kami-sama, it makes my heart melt. I shake my head *Your just being silly Ryou..he could never care..* I sigh to myself as I lay the blanket over you carefully and go back to bed.
It's morning when my alarm clock goes of. I roll over and hit the button to turn it off. At a snail's pase I pull myself up in bed and look over at the window. Your still there sleeping, that's odd, you usually wake up before I do. I go to the closet and find my uniform. I pull it on, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and return, hairbrush in hand, to find you still sleeping. I walk over and nudge you gently.
You stir slightly, before your dark brown eyes open. I begin to brush my hair, "Morning Yami..". You manage a grunt and get up off the window sill, the blanket sliding off of you, forgotten. You take the hairbrush from me, and try to tame your wild hair. It doesn't work, it never seems to. You discard the brush, in the same way I know you discard some people (but you never do to me). You walk to the closet and take out my spare uniform and put it on. The jacket is a bit small on you, but it's not enough to notice.
And without a word uttered, you disapear into the Ring. I put it around my neck and run my fingers along the side of it lightly. It's nice knowing your near me.
-- End Chapter #2
Chapter 2: Cruel Yet Kind
A/N #1: Thanks for all the reviews..and as a thank you, this chapter is longer!
A/N #2: Written from Ryou's POV.
I see you staring down at me. I try not to allow myself to smile. I know I look innocent, I guess that's how I always seem to you my Yami. You just finished giving me one of your patented 'your weak and useless speeches'. I've heard it before, hundreds of times, from you alone. *I may be weak...but why do you stay with me Bakura..* The thought crosses my mind before my gaze drifts to the window.
The stars are out tonight. *I wish Bakura could understand how I really felt...* I yawn absently. "Time for bed.." I remind him and start towards the bed we share. *Not share like that...* I remind myself. You pass by me and climb into bed first. Lovely, now I have to climb over you. I clamor over you carefully, when my hand accidentally touches you I turn my head, to hide my slightly reddened cheeks. You don't see me thank goodness. You never do.
I crawl under the covers and curl into a ball, lest you try for some reason to disturb me, and maybe find me blushing. That'd be hard to explain now wouldn't it? I uncurl just enough and glance over my shoulder. Your over by the closet. I see you take something out, then glance back at me. I quickly hide my face again. You probably think I'm asleep.
I feel the new blanket you retrieved from the closet as it falls atop the others already on the bed. You lay down again and after a few moments I hear the matress coils squeak again. I uncurl again and look for you, only to find you sitting in the window. I find myself smiling, because for a moment you seem so much like me, at least on the outside anyway. I carefully climb out of bed and pick up the blanket you took out and creep over towards the window, making absolutely sure that you are asleep.
One of the floorboards squeak and I freeze, seeing you shift a little. Even when your sleeping you still wear that arrogant smirk, kami-sama, it makes my heart melt. I shake my head *Your just being silly Ryou..he could never care..* I sigh to myself as I lay the blanket over you carefully and go back to bed.
It's morning when my alarm clock goes of. I roll over and hit the button to turn it off. At a snail's pase I pull myself up in bed and look over at the window. Your still there sleeping, that's odd, you usually wake up before I do. I go to the closet and find my uniform. I pull it on, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and return, hairbrush in hand, to find you still sleeping. I walk over and nudge you gently.
You stir slightly, before your dark brown eyes open. I begin to brush my hair, "Morning Yami..". You manage a grunt and get up off the window sill, the blanket sliding off of you, forgotten. You take the hairbrush from me, and try to tame your wild hair. It doesn't work, it never seems to. You discard the brush, in the same way I know you discard some people (but you never do to me). You walk to the closet and take out my spare uniform and put it on. The jacket is a bit small on you, but it's not enough to notice.
And without a word uttered, you disapear into the Ring. I put it around my neck and run my fingers along the side of it lightly. It's nice knowing your near me.
-- End Chapter #2