"Are you sure Ryou?"
The jade-eyed boy sighed for what seemed to be the tenth time that afternoon, "Yes Bakura, I am sure."
"You're positive? You're not feeling ill?" Bakura's wine red eyes seemed to bore into his own as he inspected for weaknesses, "Do you feel light- headed? Weak-kneed? Short of breath?" He asked worriedly. He placed his large palm onto Ryou's forehead, checking for a temperature, he barely heard the mumbling that his lover omitted, but he did hear the laughing.
"What was that?" He asked.
"I said, I only have those symptoms when I am around you." The boy joked.
The two lovers shared a small laugh before Bakura resumed with his pestering.
It had been two months of boat-life and they were only two days away from their destination, Kemet; and in this short time Bakura had yet to leave Ryou alone. He has been around Ryou constantly almost to the point of smothering, though he supposed it couldn't be helped for he *had* given Bakura a scare when he had fallen ill not too far back. Bakura was so worried for him... but now...
"Do you need any water Ryou? We have plenty from our last shipment. I could go attain some if you'd li-" Bakura's speech was silenced by Ryou's finger which rested loosely on his lips. "Hush Bakura," Ryou cooed, "I am fine."
Bakura glanced down in shame and embarrassment. He was trailing behind him like some mother hen and the problem was, was that he didn't care. He had never felt anything, as close to what he felt for Ryou, Ryou was special and he wasn't about to lose him to some illness that took his sister.
'No, he is going to stay with me forever... even if I to tie him to a chair and lock him in a dark room.' Bakura concluded silently.
"Come on Bakura... The sun has set now so let's go to bed." Ryou whispered he tugged gently on the other's hand.
Bakura allowed himself to be dragged to their room but he couldn't help but ask, "Why so early love? The stars haven't even come out yet, it seems much to early to sleep-" Bakura stopped as realization dawned on him, he looked down into Ryou's seductive eyes before he mumbled a soft; "Oh..." A small smile tugged onto his lips as Ryou winked at him coyly.
'I fear I have fallen much too deep...' Was Bakura's last coherent thought that night.
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou awoke the next morning bright and early to the warm comfort of Bakura's arm still draped around his waist. How he wished he could just lie there forever in the safety his love's arms seemed to provide, but he knew he must get out and start his new day. He believed that today -like he did every other day- would be the day he would finally see the colors fade away.
One could imagine the slight disappointment that filled his face that morning, being interrupted by Malik caused him to turn his head for only a moment to answer; yet the consequence was obvious.
"Are you all right?" Malik questioned, "You seem... upset."
Ryou let out a depressed sigh, "No, everything is fine."
Malik hardly believed him for lying was obviously not his forte, "It's not Bakura is it?" He asked. He feared that Bakura had done something to upset Ryou.
Ryou lifted his head up with surprise, "No, why would it be?" He retorted, genuinely confused.
Malik turned away a bit embarrassed, "Forgive me for being so forward, I thought Bakura had done something to displease you."
Ryou smiled warmly at him, "There is no need for apologies, you were worried, that is all. So don't feel ashamed."
Malik smiled in return, though a soft blush still stained his darkly tanned face; 'Forgive me, Bakura my friend, for having ever doubting you. I now see what attracted you so.' He turned away from Ryou's mesmerizing jade eyes, and focused his attention to the calm waters, 'But...' He continued, looking down at his hands, full of shame, 'Could you ever forgive me for feeling similar?'
"Mr. Ishtal?" Ryou called louder.
"What?" Malik asked startled. 'Have I been ignoring my surroundings?' He thought to himself.
Ryou let out a merry laugh, "I said, that I should be going, to see if Bakura has awakened."
Malik laughed nervously, "Yes of course." He watched as the petite boy walked gracefully towards his room, "Oh Ryou?" He called.
The smaller boy stopped and turned, questioning in his eyes.
"Please, from now on call me Malik. Mr. Ishtal makes me sound so old." He stuck his tongue out childishly for extra effect and secretly soaked up the boy's bubbly laughter.
"Of course, till we meet again Malik."
And Malik watched, as god's angel walked away from him and out of sight.
"Is it wrong?" Malik murmured to himself, "To love someone that was meant for only one person?"
*~*~*~*~*~
He was surrounded by an everlasting darkness; in this darkness he lost all sense of taste, touch, sight, and maybe even sound. It wrapped around him like a warm blanket and he almost feared that he was to die drowning in it. He felt as if he were losing a battle that had never begun.
It was when he felt a strange pull inside his mind, as if opening a section of his conscious to a strange form of insanity. In what seemed like a matter of minutes, like a dam voices flooded around him. Some screaming, some crying, others laughing, few were mocking... and one searching. It was this voice that caught his attention, it was this voice that he unknowingly beckoned to; and this voice began to speak louder, drowning all the others out, until they became nothing but a soothing whisper in the back of his mind.
/What do you want?/ He asked it.
//That is a question you yourself should answer.// It replied.
/Where am I?/ He asked it.
//The land of shadows.// It stated.
/Why am I here?/
//To find me.// It chided.
/Why?/
//Because with me, we shall both be great, but first you must find me, and when you do I shall give you immortality and strength.//
/Such a thing does not come without a catch, so what pre-tell is yours?/
An eerie laugh filled his mind, causing every hair on his body to rise on end. //As part of my contract I ask you only one thing.//
/And that is?/
//Grant me the pleasure of feasting on the blood of those you have struck down in your quest for glory!// It screamed in excitement.
So foolish was he that he did not stop to think of all the dangers that this voice was bound to cause; and with no knowledge of it ever leaving his mouth, he silently agreed.
And it laughed, and it boomed of all the great things it would give him in return. Yet though he was full of greedy happiness he couldn't ignore the small voice that was trapped in the depths of his thoughts, the one who whispered that he had made a terrible mistake.
And he acknowledged that voice, for he knew, that he had just signed a contract with the devil.
The jade-eyed boy sighed for what seemed to be the tenth time that afternoon, "Yes Bakura, I am sure."
"You're positive? You're not feeling ill?" Bakura's wine red eyes seemed to bore into his own as he inspected for weaknesses, "Do you feel light- headed? Weak-kneed? Short of breath?" He asked worriedly. He placed his large palm onto Ryou's forehead, checking for a temperature, he barely heard the mumbling that his lover omitted, but he did hear the laughing.
"What was that?" He asked.
"I said, I only have those symptoms when I am around you." The boy joked.
The two lovers shared a small laugh before Bakura resumed with his pestering.
It had been two months of boat-life and they were only two days away from their destination, Kemet; and in this short time Bakura had yet to leave Ryou alone. He has been around Ryou constantly almost to the point of smothering, though he supposed it couldn't be helped for he *had* given Bakura a scare when he had fallen ill not too far back. Bakura was so worried for him... but now...
"Do you need any water Ryou? We have plenty from our last shipment. I could go attain some if you'd li-" Bakura's speech was silenced by Ryou's finger which rested loosely on his lips. "Hush Bakura," Ryou cooed, "I am fine."
Bakura glanced down in shame and embarrassment. He was trailing behind him like some mother hen and the problem was, was that he didn't care. He had never felt anything, as close to what he felt for Ryou, Ryou was special and he wasn't about to lose him to some illness that took his sister.
'No, he is going to stay with me forever... even if I to tie him to a chair and lock him in a dark room.' Bakura concluded silently.
"Come on Bakura... The sun has set now so let's go to bed." Ryou whispered he tugged gently on the other's hand.
Bakura allowed himself to be dragged to their room but he couldn't help but ask, "Why so early love? The stars haven't even come out yet, it seems much to early to sleep-" Bakura stopped as realization dawned on him, he looked down into Ryou's seductive eyes before he mumbled a soft; "Oh..." A small smile tugged onto his lips as Ryou winked at him coyly.
'I fear I have fallen much too deep...' Was Bakura's last coherent thought that night.
*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou awoke the next morning bright and early to the warm comfort of Bakura's arm still draped around his waist. How he wished he could just lie there forever in the safety his love's arms seemed to provide, but he knew he must get out and start his new day. He believed that today -like he did every other day- would be the day he would finally see the colors fade away.
One could imagine the slight disappointment that filled his face that morning, being interrupted by Malik caused him to turn his head for only a moment to answer; yet the consequence was obvious.
"Are you all right?" Malik questioned, "You seem... upset."
Ryou let out a depressed sigh, "No, everything is fine."
Malik hardly believed him for lying was obviously not his forte, "It's not Bakura is it?" He asked. He feared that Bakura had done something to upset Ryou.
Ryou lifted his head up with surprise, "No, why would it be?" He retorted, genuinely confused.
Malik turned away a bit embarrassed, "Forgive me for being so forward, I thought Bakura had done something to displease you."
Ryou smiled warmly at him, "There is no need for apologies, you were worried, that is all. So don't feel ashamed."
Malik smiled in return, though a soft blush still stained his darkly tanned face; 'Forgive me, Bakura my friend, for having ever doubting you. I now see what attracted you so.' He turned away from Ryou's mesmerizing jade eyes, and focused his attention to the calm waters, 'But...' He continued, looking down at his hands, full of shame, 'Could you ever forgive me for feeling similar?'
"Mr. Ishtal?" Ryou called louder.
"What?" Malik asked startled. 'Have I been ignoring my surroundings?' He thought to himself.
Ryou let out a merry laugh, "I said, that I should be going, to see if Bakura has awakened."
Malik laughed nervously, "Yes of course." He watched as the petite boy walked gracefully towards his room, "Oh Ryou?" He called.
The smaller boy stopped and turned, questioning in his eyes.
"Please, from now on call me Malik. Mr. Ishtal makes me sound so old." He stuck his tongue out childishly for extra effect and secretly soaked up the boy's bubbly laughter.
"Of course, till we meet again Malik."
And Malik watched, as god's angel walked away from him and out of sight.
"Is it wrong?" Malik murmured to himself, "To love someone that was meant for only one person?"
*~*~*~*~*~
He was surrounded by an everlasting darkness; in this darkness he lost all sense of taste, touch, sight, and maybe even sound. It wrapped around him like a warm blanket and he almost feared that he was to die drowning in it. He felt as if he were losing a battle that had never begun.
It was when he felt a strange pull inside his mind, as if opening a section of his conscious to a strange form of insanity. In what seemed like a matter of minutes, like a dam voices flooded around him. Some screaming, some crying, others laughing, few were mocking... and one searching. It was this voice that caught his attention, it was this voice that he unknowingly beckoned to; and this voice began to speak louder, drowning all the others out, until they became nothing but a soothing whisper in the back of his mind.
/What do you want?/ He asked it.
//That is a question you yourself should answer.// It replied.
/Where am I?/ He asked it.
//The land of shadows.// It stated.
/Why am I here?/
//To find me.// It chided.
/Why?/
//Because with me, we shall both be great, but first you must find me, and when you do I shall give you immortality and strength.//
/Such a thing does not come without a catch, so what pre-tell is yours?/
An eerie laugh filled his mind, causing every hair on his body to rise on end. //As part of my contract I ask you only one thing.//
/And that is?/
//Grant me the pleasure of feasting on the blood of those you have struck down in your quest for glory!// It screamed in excitement.
So foolish was he that he did not stop to think of all the dangers that this voice was bound to cause; and with no knowledge of it ever leaving his mouth, he silently agreed.
And it laughed, and it boomed of all the great things it would give him in return. Yet though he was full of greedy happiness he couldn't ignore the small voice that was trapped in the depths of his thoughts, the one who whispered that he had made a terrible mistake.
And he acknowledged that voice, for he knew, that he had just signed a contract with the devil.