"Oblivion"
Chapter 2: Eternity
MalikxRyou
A/N: I wrote MORE than ONE chapter! Oh my ra!!!! I'm not even going to try to be calm and collected to go along with the dark storyline, because I just type like this. Right now, I am very calm, but being hyper on the net is sooooooo much fun!!!!!!!!!
Implied yaoi, pointless rambling angst, and my horrible grammar skills...ph33r.
Eh-heh...I forgot my translations again... Otousan: father Moshi Moshi: hello Daijoubu ka: I'm fine
Malik P.O.V.
My motorcycle roared loudly like an angry animal as it raced down the empty highways. Streetlights flooded light into my path in a petty mimic of the sun and guided my way. I'm going so fast, maybe I'll die tonight. At least then I wouldn't have to face Ryou being so depressed. I honestly love him, but he's been such a downer lately. I'll try to support him, even though my times of trouble seem to be over.
The wind whips at my helmet in a vain attempt to corrode me. Does this mean something? Does the wind ant to blow me away until I'm nothing at all? I furrow my brow at the thought of something as lifeless as the wind having feeling of hate for me. Enough people already despise me as it is.
I lean to the side, turning, and reach into my pocket to grab my cell phone. I flip open the neat stainless silver top and punch in Ryou's number. It gives several toneless rings, before a voice, sounding as dead as leaves fallen from a tree answers.
"Moshi moshi" Ryou says dully. He knows it's me.
"Ah, Konnichiwa Ryou! I'm running a bit late, but you're okay, right? I'll be there in just a while, I'm being held up." I tell him, smiling a bit knowing that he's been waiting for me. You have to always look at the good things.
"Hai, Daijoubu ka" he replies softly. I sigh inwardly at his lack of emotion or enthusiasm. I start to say something, but then decide against it and then push the 'end' button. I shove the miniature phone into my pocket and continue to ride.
I think Ryou hates his life in general. He hates how his father hates him, he hates how Bakura hates him, and he hates how I love him. I think he wants to be alone, but that's not the best thing for him. He'd commit suicide if I wasn't there for him. But, maybe he thinks that's better. In fact, maybe it would be better.
I end up riding along the street to Ryou's house and I feel my heart pounding. Oh ra, what if he's already done it, what if he's stabbed himself? I can definitely picture his face, even and harmonious, slitting the beautiful pale skin on his wrists. I love his skin, it's so beautiful.
I gasp as the motorcycle falls on its side, as if having its own will, and I get caught under it. I curse under the weight of the heavy metal and slide out from under it, rocks leaving their wrath on my skin in the form of crimson scrapes. I run up the path and open the door that's unlocked. Damn, he was waiting all of this time.
I quietly open the door and sneak in, finding Ryou just standing in the middle of the room. He might be contemplated suicide. I approach him from behind but he doesn't notice my presence. I embrace him from behind and hold him close to me, burying my face into his mess of silky white locks. Ryou gently leans into my touch and I can feel that he is happy. He's very confusing at times.
"I really do love you, you know that, right?" he asks, putting his hands over mine.
"Mm-hmm" I mumble, closing my eyes and letting Ryou's body heat warm me up.
I'll be with Ryou for eternity. He IS my eternity.
A/N: Nothing to say here, actually. Ah well, pointless shtuff. Ciao! Review my work or decay of utter...I don't know...think up a scary threat but don't sue me. (I own nothing.)
A/N: I wrote MORE than ONE chapter! Oh my ra!!!! I'm not even going to try to be calm and collected to go along with the dark storyline, because I just type like this. Right now, I am very calm, but being hyper on the net is sooooooo much fun!!!!!!!!!
Implied yaoi, pointless rambling angst, and my horrible grammar skills...ph33r.
Eh-heh...I forgot my translations again... Otousan: father Moshi Moshi: hello Daijoubu ka: I'm fine
Malik P.O.V.
My motorcycle roared loudly like an angry animal as it raced down the empty highways. Streetlights flooded light into my path in a petty mimic of the sun and guided my way. I'm going so fast, maybe I'll die tonight. At least then I wouldn't have to face Ryou being so depressed. I honestly love him, but he's been such a downer lately. I'll try to support him, even though my times of trouble seem to be over.
The wind whips at my helmet in a vain attempt to corrode me. Does this mean something? Does the wind ant to blow me away until I'm nothing at all? I furrow my brow at the thought of something as lifeless as the wind having feeling of hate for me. Enough people already despise me as it is.
I lean to the side, turning, and reach into my pocket to grab my cell phone. I flip open the neat stainless silver top and punch in Ryou's number. It gives several toneless rings, before a voice, sounding as dead as leaves fallen from a tree answers.
"Moshi moshi" Ryou says dully. He knows it's me.
"Ah, Konnichiwa Ryou! I'm running a bit late, but you're okay, right? I'll be there in just a while, I'm being held up." I tell him, smiling a bit knowing that he's been waiting for me. You have to always look at the good things.
"Hai, Daijoubu ka" he replies softly. I sigh inwardly at his lack of emotion or enthusiasm. I start to say something, but then decide against it and then push the 'end' button. I shove the miniature phone into my pocket and continue to ride.
I think Ryou hates his life in general. He hates how his father hates him, he hates how Bakura hates him, and he hates how I love him. I think he wants to be alone, but that's not the best thing for him. He'd commit suicide if I wasn't there for him. But, maybe he thinks that's better. In fact, maybe it would be better.
I end up riding along the street to Ryou's house and I feel my heart pounding. Oh ra, what if he's already done it, what if he's stabbed himself? I can definitely picture his face, even and harmonious, slitting the beautiful pale skin on his wrists. I love his skin, it's so beautiful.
I gasp as the motorcycle falls on its side, as if having its own will, and I get caught under it. I curse under the weight of the heavy metal and slide out from under it, rocks leaving their wrath on my skin in the form of crimson scrapes. I run up the path and open the door that's unlocked. Damn, he was waiting all of this time.
I quietly open the door and sneak in, finding Ryou just standing in the middle of the room. He might be contemplated suicide. I approach him from behind but he doesn't notice my presence. I embrace him from behind and hold him close to me, burying my face into his mess of silky white locks. Ryou gently leans into my touch and I can feel that he is happy. He's very confusing at times.
"I really do love you, you know that, right?" he asks, putting his hands over mine.
"Mm-hmm" I mumble, closing my eyes and letting Ryou's body heat warm me up.
I'll be with Ryou for eternity. He IS my eternity.
A/N: Nothing to say here, actually. Ah well, pointless shtuff. Ciao! Review my work or decay of utter...I don't know...think up a scary threat but don't sue me. (I own nothing.)