He mumbled his apologies to the sun, he missed it's setting. He was sure
that they would not hold a grudge to him, as he went out of his way all the
time just to pay his respects. It was a while before he saw his home come
into view lit by the moon's pale glow. He wished it 'good evening' and
continued on leaving his cart behind the hut.
"You must be awfully happy tonight, you're shining almost as brightly as your brother himself." He commented looking towards the heavens. (a/n: He's talking to the moon about the sun...)
"The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they?" A voice whispered behind him.
The boy nodded slowly still smiling at the night sky, "Yes, something exciting is going to happen tomor-" Ryou gasped and turned around quickly, his wide green eyes scanning the familiar area for the owner of the voice. A pair of wine red eyes stared deeply back at him. He continued staring in amazement his hand unconsciously playing with his long white hair. 'He looks... like me...' He thought.
Remembering his manners, he bowed and stuttered through some apologies towards the man before him. He looked so beautiful. 'Is he a star angel?' He blushed at this thought. "I'm so sorry, is there something I could do for you?"
'There's a lot you could do for me young one...' He would have loved to say that, if it was another a person and another place he would have said just that, and took what he wanted and leave. But he couldn't do that with this one. Something deep inside told him that he couldn't just treat him as a pleasurable night, this boy was special, this boy captured all his attention with just a smile... it was as if someone made him for him, and only him.
"I'm afraid to say that I am lost, I saw this hut and was going to ask directions but it appears that it would be dangerous to travel in the forest at this time of night now." He lied grinning sheepishly.
The younger boy laughed and with a dazzling smile said, "If you would like you could stay the night with me. My home is not that large but I should be able to make room for the both of us. Come with me." He finished beckoning him with his finger.
The man could do nothing but obey. He was amazed as to how much power he had over him with merely a simple gaze in his direction.
'You are special indeed Ryou...'
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou glanced behind him and saw that the man was still standing at the doorway waiting for him to finish setting the blankets down for him. He tried to tell his guest that he could take the hammock and that he would be fine on the floor, but the man would not have any of that and said that no boy as beautiful as he should sleep on a floor.
His cheeks flushed again at the memory. He had not yet asked the man his name, and he was grateful that he hadn't yet set a foot inside... it was a rule almost, names were important and a guest could not enter if the host does not yet know his name, and for some reason he was glad he was obeying this rule, it made him calmer some how.
He snuck a peek out of the corner of his eye, to say that the man looked like him was hard to say for he was dressed in a white robe that covered his face and body, Ryou could only see his eyes and a little of his forehead. His eyes were a strange color looking so close to blood yet if he looked close enough he could see the tints of purple in his eyes. The man's hair appeared to be white as well judging from the hair color peaking from beneath the man's hood.
He straightened the blankets out and stepped over them, in exactly three steps he was right in front of his guest, almost nose to nose. The man held out a gray-gloved hand, and the boy hesitantly took it, "My name is Bakura, and I'm embarrassed to say that I already know your name Ryou."
Ryou stared up in shock, and Bakura turned his head away in both guilt and shame. He pulled his hood down to reveal his long snow hair, and removed the cloth covering his face, Ryou gasped as his eyes caught sight of a rather ugly looking scar that lined the man's right cheek and he immediately assumed that Bakura was a warrior of some kind and that this scar was just one of many...
Bakura was mentally cursing in his native tongue when he was startled at the sensation of something touching the side of his face. He turned with wide eyes and watched with such fascination as the boy stroked his scar with his (surprisingly) soft and gentle hands. His hard eyes softened as the boy continued to caress his face. 'How can one be so gentle to someone he just meet?'
Realizing what he had been doing and for how long he had been doing it, Ryou jumped back and rambled on with more apologies. He was on his thirtieth 'sorry' when he heard soft gasps. He looked up, his eyes peeking through his bangs and watched as his guest, Bakura, continued to chuckle softly. He blushed and darted his eyes back to his floor, over come with the odd sensation of giddiness.
Bakura calmed down afterwards and after Ryou stepped aside, he took the invitation and stepped into the now really cramped looking home. "I should get changed for bed..." Ryou started. He walked a little ways beside him and bumped into Bakura, "Oh. Sorry..." He said embarrassedly. "Could... could you move a little? ... To the side...?"
"Hmmm? Oh! Yes, yes sorry... sorry!" Bakura babbled starting to get flustered with the idea of this angel changing. Ryou laughed nervously and opened a small drawer; he pulled out an overly large shirt and a small pair of shorts. He walked to the other side of the room and disappeared behind a changing screen. Bakura could only see a slight silhouette of the boys form through the beige paper and was greatly disappointed that the boy owned one.
'Damn those contraptions! ... Ruin my fun...' a voice inside his head pouted. 'Though if he doesn't have it... he won't be able to hide behind it in the morning!' His dampened mood brightened at this, and he started forming a plan to get rid of the screen without the child knowing.
"Do you have clothes you need to change into as well? Or are you fine with what you are wearing?" Ryou asked after he stepped out into view. Bakura's mouth went dry as he took in the beautiful sight. Creamy smooth curves that even a woman would be jealous of taunted him from behind the fabric. The shirt the boy took out was much to big for him and hung loosely, hanging over his left shoulder. The shorts were hidden beneath the shirt that reached down to almost his knees, but when he bent over the hammock Bakura got a wonderful view of the dark blue shorts that look painted onto his firm luscious bottom. (a/n: Ugh! I'm making him sound like a perv! -.-)
Bakura stripped out of his robe and removed his baggy tunic and loose pants, he placed them beside his makeshift bed and sat for a moment just staring in nothing but his loincloth (Everybody: *drool*), he clapped his hands suddenly then crawled under the warm quilt(1). Ryou lay in his hammock, the vision of the near-naked sex god (in his opinion) still implanted firmly in his mind, and he didn't have any problems with that...
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou awoke sometime around five in the morning, as he did every morning since he could remember... he let out a soft cute yawn, a yawn one would say could only come from a small child. He quickly stifled it once he remembered that his guest was most likely still asleep. He moved with such grace and stealth any thief would have been proud of, he made sure to step over the man and nearly tripped over Bakura's boots and dagger.
*~*~*~*~*~
He made no effort to take his shoes he noticed, he watched as Ryou walked out onto the sandy beach for a long ways before disappearing out of sight. He sighed and got up. He didn't want the boy wandering around without him knowing where to, he was still confused as to why he felt the need to protect the boy.
'Because you're attracted to him idiot!' A voice cried in his mind.
'Silence!' He mentally growled at it.
The voice, deciding to be smart, stayed silent.
Bakura snorted and pulled on his pants and walked in the direction that Ryou left in. The boy hadn't realized he was being followed, yet again.
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou shifted a bit, so that his arms wrapped around his knee that he brought up to his chest just moments before. He could just see it, that slight sliver of deep blood red... 'So close to his eye color...' He thought resulting in him blushing. "So pretty~!" He exclaimed.
"Yes, very breathtaking." A voice whispered beside him.
Ryou 'eeped!' and tumbled off the rock onto the soft sand beneath him, Bakura laughed as he helped him up. The small boy blushed again and hid his face under his long white hair. Bakura smiled at this, relishing in the boys unconscious cute act. He brushed some sand off the boy and sat down beside him on the sand. "Do you wake up at this ungodly hour every day?" Bakura grumbled half-heartedly.
Ryou glanced down at the ocean's waters and let out a sad sigh, "I can't stop either... I made a promise that I would watch the sun's rise and I would watch his setting as well. No one else will take the time to admire what the gods give us, so I will." He finished bitterly.
Bakura looked at him with wide eyes. Here was the innocent child-like boy who somehow captivated his attention better than any female; talking with such passion for something as simple as a day's beginning. He wasn't even thinking before his mouth opened and one small sentence made it's way out; "I'll admire it with you then..."
*~*~*~*~*~
1) The whole silent and clapping thing, he was saying a prayer, and I was taught by my aunt (who happens to worship the planets and stars, moon, and sun) that after you pray you clap two times to end the prayer and to send wishes (or luck to whatever wish or request you had in your prayer) to whoever you were praying to. Is my aunt right? I have no clue... she has a thing for making things up as she goes along... hmm, sounds like me...
^ ^; I'm sorry, this was short again, I'm afraid most of my chapters will be, because I want to break them off at certain points.
Thank you all for your reviews. Even if it ended with an odd number @.@ something bad always happens to me when dealing with odd numbers, that's why nothing good ever happens on my birthday.
*Replies to Reviewers*:
Ice Dragon638: Yes I'm continuing... though it might be harder to update soon, since I'm moving. (should only take a week to get everything settled but I don't know when I'll have the computer up and running again)
lil' akutenshi: Thank you for the compliment though I don't know if I'll be able to keep the writing style the same as the others (dialogue makes things more difficult) plus I seem to write like that close to midnight I don't know why... and I know what you mean about those spelling errors I get so embarrassed when I realize I forgot one! But I'm afraid my grammar isn't up to par...
Steeple333: ^ ^; I'm afraid I've never heard of 'poe' my friend Barb tells me she is a singer is that correct?
Kurama no Miko2003: Thank you for saying you'll read this chapter!
And to all of you...
RYOU'S EYES ARE BROWN but in the first season, from the pictures I have seen Ryou's eyes are green, some manga shots show him with green eyes and Bakura with red. I decided I wanted to be original and gave them those eye colors, mostly because I didn't want to type 'and his soft brown eyes stared into his cold brown ones' it's way to commonly used. As a matter of fact I have only read ONE fanfic (if you must know I read A LOT of fanfics... and should try to get out of the habit) that gave them a different eye color and that was only when Bakura went into battle mode (then his eyes would turn red). So I did this.
I've just been asked this a lot so I decided I'd tell you why and my reasons. Thanks again for you reviews, and I hope you'll leave a review for this one as well.
"You must be awfully happy tonight, you're shining almost as brightly as your brother himself." He commented looking towards the heavens. (a/n: He's talking to the moon about the sun...)
"The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they?" A voice whispered behind him.
The boy nodded slowly still smiling at the night sky, "Yes, something exciting is going to happen tomor-" Ryou gasped and turned around quickly, his wide green eyes scanning the familiar area for the owner of the voice. A pair of wine red eyes stared deeply back at him. He continued staring in amazement his hand unconsciously playing with his long white hair. 'He looks... like me...' He thought.
Remembering his manners, he bowed and stuttered through some apologies towards the man before him. He looked so beautiful. 'Is he a star angel?' He blushed at this thought. "I'm so sorry, is there something I could do for you?"
'There's a lot you could do for me young one...' He would have loved to say that, if it was another a person and another place he would have said just that, and took what he wanted and leave. But he couldn't do that with this one. Something deep inside told him that he couldn't just treat him as a pleasurable night, this boy was special, this boy captured all his attention with just a smile... it was as if someone made him for him, and only him.
"I'm afraid to say that I am lost, I saw this hut and was going to ask directions but it appears that it would be dangerous to travel in the forest at this time of night now." He lied grinning sheepishly.
The younger boy laughed and with a dazzling smile said, "If you would like you could stay the night with me. My home is not that large but I should be able to make room for the both of us. Come with me." He finished beckoning him with his finger.
The man could do nothing but obey. He was amazed as to how much power he had over him with merely a simple gaze in his direction.
'You are special indeed Ryou...'
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou glanced behind him and saw that the man was still standing at the doorway waiting for him to finish setting the blankets down for him. He tried to tell his guest that he could take the hammock and that he would be fine on the floor, but the man would not have any of that and said that no boy as beautiful as he should sleep on a floor.
His cheeks flushed again at the memory. He had not yet asked the man his name, and he was grateful that he hadn't yet set a foot inside... it was a rule almost, names were important and a guest could not enter if the host does not yet know his name, and for some reason he was glad he was obeying this rule, it made him calmer some how.
He snuck a peek out of the corner of his eye, to say that the man looked like him was hard to say for he was dressed in a white robe that covered his face and body, Ryou could only see his eyes and a little of his forehead. His eyes were a strange color looking so close to blood yet if he looked close enough he could see the tints of purple in his eyes. The man's hair appeared to be white as well judging from the hair color peaking from beneath the man's hood.
He straightened the blankets out and stepped over them, in exactly three steps he was right in front of his guest, almost nose to nose. The man held out a gray-gloved hand, and the boy hesitantly took it, "My name is Bakura, and I'm embarrassed to say that I already know your name Ryou."
Ryou stared up in shock, and Bakura turned his head away in both guilt and shame. He pulled his hood down to reveal his long snow hair, and removed the cloth covering his face, Ryou gasped as his eyes caught sight of a rather ugly looking scar that lined the man's right cheek and he immediately assumed that Bakura was a warrior of some kind and that this scar was just one of many...
Bakura was mentally cursing in his native tongue when he was startled at the sensation of something touching the side of his face. He turned with wide eyes and watched with such fascination as the boy stroked his scar with his (surprisingly) soft and gentle hands. His hard eyes softened as the boy continued to caress his face. 'How can one be so gentle to someone he just meet?'
Realizing what he had been doing and for how long he had been doing it, Ryou jumped back and rambled on with more apologies. He was on his thirtieth 'sorry' when he heard soft gasps. He looked up, his eyes peeking through his bangs and watched as his guest, Bakura, continued to chuckle softly. He blushed and darted his eyes back to his floor, over come with the odd sensation of giddiness.
Bakura calmed down afterwards and after Ryou stepped aside, he took the invitation and stepped into the now really cramped looking home. "I should get changed for bed..." Ryou started. He walked a little ways beside him and bumped into Bakura, "Oh. Sorry..." He said embarrassedly. "Could... could you move a little? ... To the side...?"
"Hmmm? Oh! Yes, yes sorry... sorry!" Bakura babbled starting to get flustered with the idea of this angel changing. Ryou laughed nervously and opened a small drawer; he pulled out an overly large shirt and a small pair of shorts. He walked to the other side of the room and disappeared behind a changing screen. Bakura could only see a slight silhouette of the boys form through the beige paper and was greatly disappointed that the boy owned one.
'Damn those contraptions! ... Ruin my fun...' a voice inside his head pouted. 'Though if he doesn't have it... he won't be able to hide behind it in the morning!' His dampened mood brightened at this, and he started forming a plan to get rid of the screen without the child knowing.
"Do you have clothes you need to change into as well? Or are you fine with what you are wearing?" Ryou asked after he stepped out into view. Bakura's mouth went dry as he took in the beautiful sight. Creamy smooth curves that even a woman would be jealous of taunted him from behind the fabric. The shirt the boy took out was much to big for him and hung loosely, hanging over his left shoulder. The shorts were hidden beneath the shirt that reached down to almost his knees, but when he bent over the hammock Bakura got a wonderful view of the dark blue shorts that look painted onto his firm luscious bottom. (a/n: Ugh! I'm making him sound like a perv! -.-)
Bakura stripped out of his robe and removed his baggy tunic and loose pants, he placed them beside his makeshift bed and sat for a moment just staring in nothing but his loincloth (Everybody: *drool*), he clapped his hands suddenly then crawled under the warm quilt(1). Ryou lay in his hammock, the vision of the near-naked sex god (in his opinion) still implanted firmly in his mind, and he didn't have any problems with that...
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou awoke sometime around five in the morning, as he did every morning since he could remember... he let out a soft cute yawn, a yawn one would say could only come from a small child. He quickly stifled it once he remembered that his guest was most likely still asleep. He moved with such grace and stealth any thief would have been proud of, he made sure to step over the man and nearly tripped over Bakura's boots and dagger.
*~*~*~*~*~
He made no effort to take his shoes he noticed, he watched as Ryou walked out onto the sandy beach for a long ways before disappearing out of sight. He sighed and got up. He didn't want the boy wandering around without him knowing where to, he was still confused as to why he felt the need to protect the boy.
'Because you're attracted to him idiot!' A voice cried in his mind.
'Silence!' He mentally growled at it.
The voice, deciding to be smart, stayed silent.
Bakura snorted and pulled on his pants and walked in the direction that Ryou left in. The boy hadn't realized he was being followed, yet again.
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou shifted a bit, so that his arms wrapped around his knee that he brought up to his chest just moments before. He could just see it, that slight sliver of deep blood red... 'So close to his eye color...' He thought resulting in him blushing. "So pretty~!" He exclaimed.
"Yes, very breathtaking." A voice whispered beside him.
Ryou 'eeped!' and tumbled off the rock onto the soft sand beneath him, Bakura laughed as he helped him up. The small boy blushed again and hid his face under his long white hair. Bakura smiled at this, relishing in the boys unconscious cute act. He brushed some sand off the boy and sat down beside him on the sand. "Do you wake up at this ungodly hour every day?" Bakura grumbled half-heartedly.
Ryou glanced down at the ocean's waters and let out a sad sigh, "I can't stop either... I made a promise that I would watch the sun's rise and I would watch his setting as well. No one else will take the time to admire what the gods give us, so I will." He finished bitterly.
Bakura looked at him with wide eyes. Here was the innocent child-like boy who somehow captivated his attention better than any female; talking with such passion for something as simple as a day's beginning. He wasn't even thinking before his mouth opened and one small sentence made it's way out; "I'll admire it with you then..."
*~*~*~*~*~
1) The whole silent and clapping thing, he was saying a prayer, and I was taught by my aunt (who happens to worship the planets and stars, moon, and sun) that after you pray you clap two times to end the prayer and to send wishes (or luck to whatever wish or request you had in your prayer) to whoever you were praying to. Is my aunt right? I have no clue... she has a thing for making things up as she goes along... hmm, sounds like me...
^ ^; I'm sorry, this was short again, I'm afraid most of my chapters will be, because I want to break them off at certain points.
Thank you all for your reviews. Even if it ended with an odd number @.@ something bad always happens to me when dealing with odd numbers, that's why nothing good ever happens on my birthday.
*Replies to Reviewers*:
Ice Dragon638: Yes I'm continuing... though it might be harder to update soon, since I'm moving. (should only take a week to get everything settled but I don't know when I'll have the computer up and running again)
lil' akutenshi: Thank you for the compliment though I don't know if I'll be able to keep the writing style the same as the others (dialogue makes things more difficult) plus I seem to write like that close to midnight I don't know why... and I know what you mean about those spelling errors I get so embarrassed when I realize I forgot one! But I'm afraid my grammar isn't up to par...
Steeple333: ^ ^; I'm afraid I've never heard of 'poe' my friend Barb tells me she is a singer is that correct?
Kurama no Miko2003: Thank you for saying you'll read this chapter!
And to all of you...
RYOU'S EYES ARE BROWN but in the first season, from the pictures I have seen Ryou's eyes are green, some manga shots show him with green eyes and Bakura with red. I decided I wanted to be original and gave them those eye colors, mostly because I didn't want to type 'and his soft brown eyes stared into his cold brown ones' it's way to commonly used. As a matter of fact I have only read ONE fanfic (if you must know I read A LOT of fanfics... and should try to get out of the habit) that gave them a different eye color and that was only when Bakura went into battle mode (then his eyes would turn red). So I did this.
I've just been asked this a lot so I decided I'd tell you why and my reasons. Thanks again for you reviews, and I hope you'll leave a review for this one as well.