DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu Gi Oh, if I did, I won't be writing fanfictions
now!
TWO
UNFULFILLED
"Hmm," Ryou snuggled deeply into his blankets, feeling contended and warm. With some regret, he opened his eyes.
His vision was hazy with sleep, and as he focused, he saw a white- haired figure seated on his chair.
"Mother?" he whispered, half-asleep, reaching out to the figure.
Bakura was awakened by a soft touch and a light voice. He opened his eyes. "Ryou?"
As soon as he heard the voice, Ryou snatched his hand back quickly before he offended his yami. He gazed at the floor apologetically, "Sorry, Bakura, I... thought you were some one else."
Bakura was hurt and disappointed by the way Ryou instinctively rejected him, but he seethed with jealously at whoever Ryou wanted to reach out to.
He wanted to probe his hikari's mind for the person and then beat the crap of him or her for being Ryou's trusted friend. He hoped sincerely that the relationship went no further than that of a normal friendship. He tried to read Ryou's mind, but found that he had lost that ability ever since he separated from his host, after all, they were no longer linked to each other; they had no more obligations with one another any more.
The angry expression must be reflected on his face, for Ryou backed away from him hastily. "I'm really sorry, Bakura."
Dammit! He looked so cute that Bakura wanted to just kiss him right there and right away. The white-haired yami glared at him and stomped out of the room bad-temperedly. Damm those hormones! He was supposed to be a bad-ass 3000 year old spirit, but now, with those pesky hormones of his, he felt like a teenager with this urge to get down and dirty. Aargh, he cursed darkly in ancient Egyptian, making sure Ryou couldn't hear him.
The said teen got out of bed gingerly and promptly sneezed. Twice. He contemplated going back to his warm bed, but decided to check on his yami instead. "Yami." he croaked.
Bakura stopped and stiffened at Ryou's voice. Ryou didn't notice it at all (go figure... Ryou's kind of blur...ain't he? LOL, no offense.)"Thank you."
"For what? I didn't do anything," Bakura sneered, still not facing Ryou. "Go back to sleep; you aren't going to school today."
"Hai." Ryou nodded and watched Bakura walked down the remaining steps. The door closed with a resounding slam, and Ryou turned back to his room.
"You have drunk a lot of beer, don't you feel anything?" Malik asked cautiously.
"I'm not drunk yet, if that's what you mean!" Bakura snapped rudely.
"Geez... I was just asking, not need to get all touchy with me, "Malik answered, his temper flaring up. "And for your information, you're in my house now, and I have the rights to kick you out!"
"Shuddup!" Bakura gave him a glare, and if looks could kill, Malik would be buried six feet underground already. However, the latter was so used to receiving death looks from Bakura; he was not fazed at all. Instead, Malik gave the tomb robber the finger. And the look he got was murderous and ominous. Malik decided then, to change the subject.
"Did you see the video that I caught of that pathetic pharaoh and his midget hikari?" he asked quickly.
Bakura stared at him flatly, then he snapped, "Never mind, just go away and go jump Marik."
Malik shrugged, "Okay." Then, he sped off. And within minutes, one could hear some really obvious sounds coming from one of the rooms.
Bakura continued drinking, trying to drown away all his feelings, he needed to get rid of them. He was a tomb robber for Ra's sake! He was supposed to be evil and bad and everything! He did not need to feel affection, he hated the word 'love', for a certain person who looked exactly liked him.
A while later, two exhausted-looking Egyptians walked out, hand in hand.
"Still lovesick over your precious little hikari, tomb robber?" Marik purred lowly in Bakura's ear.
"Go to Shadow Realm, Marik." Bakura growled, brushing him off.
"You first, since you're older," Marik laughed, placing an arm around Malik's waist. "Are you sure that you don't want to give me your pretty little vessel?"
A fist aiming in the direction of his face answered that question. "My, aren't we testy this morning?"
"Stop baiting him, yami," Malik chided. "We're going out for a while, 'Kura. Lock the door when you leave, k? And try not to steal too much things!"
Bakura scowled, "What makes you think I was going to steal from you?"
"My instincts, and don't get so drunk that you end up hurting Ryou. He's still sick." Malik replied firmly. (Is he OOC? I find him weird, coz I don't think the normal Malik would be like this, but whatever.)
With that, they left. Bakura returned his attention to his beer. "Damm Ryou!" he muttered, longing to run his hand through Ryou's silky white locks. The color as pure as his very soul. How he wanted to share with him everything. Every secrets that he knew, all the things he desire, but most of all, he wanted Ryou to look at him without fear or dread in his guileless brown eyes. He wanted Ryou to drop his guard against him and accept him for who he was.
a/n: Please r/r and tell me how you feel about this story. My friends told me that it's too mushy... is it? Please review, so I know if I should just stop it, or continue writing. Thank you! Comments are greatly appreciated!
Bakura: Just stop writing this fic! It's disgusting! Honestly, I swear, this is worse than many I have seen before! Even the Ring is not as scary as this! Eurgh!
Ro: Sorry, Bakura, but you absolutely have to be in this fic, or would you rather I gave Ryou to Marik? Then you won't be the star anymore...
Ryou: Hey! What about asking my opinion??
Ro: Who's the author here? I am! So my word is final! All objections overruled! So there... X P!
"Hmm," Ryou snuggled deeply into his blankets, feeling contended and warm. With some regret, he opened his eyes.
His vision was hazy with sleep, and as he focused, he saw a white- haired figure seated on his chair.
"Mother?" he whispered, half-asleep, reaching out to the figure.
Bakura was awakened by a soft touch and a light voice. He opened his eyes. "Ryou?"
As soon as he heard the voice, Ryou snatched his hand back quickly before he offended his yami. He gazed at the floor apologetically, "Sorry, Bakura, I... thought you were some one else."
Bakura was hurt and disappointed by the way Ryou instinctively rejected him, but he seethed with jealously at whoever Ryou wanted to reach out to.
He wanted to probe his hikari's mind for the person and then beat the crap of him or her for being Ryou's trusted friend. He hoped sincerely that the relationship went no further than that of a normal friendship. He tried to read Ryou's mind, but found that he had lost that ability ever since he separated from his host, after all, they were no longer linked to each other; they had no more obligations with one another any more.
The angry expression must be reflected on his face, for Ryou backed away from him hastily. "I'm really sorry, Bakura."
Dammit! He looked so cute that Bakura wanted to just kiss him right there and right away. The white-haired yami glared at him and stomped out of the room bad-temperedly. Damm those hormones! He was supposed to be a bad-ass 3000 year old spirit, but now, with those pesky hormones of his, he felt like a teenager with this urge to get down and dirty. Aargh, he cursed darkly in ancient Egyptian, making sure Ryou couldn't hear him.
The said teen got out of bed gingerly and promptly sneezed. Twice. He contemplated going back to his warm bed, but decided to check on his yami instead. "Yami." he croaked.
Bakura stopped and stiffened at Ryou's voice. Ryou didn't notice it at all (go figure... Ryou's kind of blur...ain't he? LOL, no offense.)"Thank you."
"For what? I didn't do anything," Bakura sneered, still not facing Ryou. "Go back to sleep; you aren't going to school today."
"Hai." Ryou nodded and watched Bakura walked down the remaining steps. The door closed with a resounding slam, and Ryou turned back to his room.
"You have drunk a lot of beer, don't you feel anything?" Malik asked cautiously.
"I'm not drunk yet, if that's what you mean!" Bakura snapped rudely.
"Geez... I was just asking, not need to get all touchy with me, "Malik answered, his temper flaring up. "And for your information, you're in my house now, and I have the rights to kick you out!"
"Shuddup!" Bakura gave him a glare, and if looks could kill, Malik would be buried six feet underground already. However, the latter was so used to receiving death looks from Bakura; he was not fazed at all. Instead, Malik gave the tomb robber the finger. And the look he got was murderous and ominous. Malik decided then, to change the subject.
"Did you see the video that I caught of that pathetic pharaoh and his midget hikari?" he asked quickly.
Bakura stared at him flatly, then he snapped, "Never mind, just go away and go jump Marik."
Malik shrugged, "Okay." Then, he sped off. And within minutes, one could hear some really obvious sounds coming from one of the rooms.
Bakura continued drinking, trying to drown away all his feelings, he needed to get rid of them. He was a tomb robber for Ra's sake! He was supposed to be evil and bad and everything! He did not need to feel affection, he hated the word 'love', for a certain person who looked exactly liked him.
A while later, two exhausted-looking Egyptians walked out, hand in hand.
"Still lovesick over your precious little hikari, tomb robber?" Marik purred lowly in Bakura's ear.
"Go to Shadow Realm, Marik." Bakura growled, brushing him off.
"You first, since you're older," Marik laughed, placing an arm around Malik's waist. "Are you sure that you don't want to give me your pretty little vessel?"
A fist aiming in the direction of his face answered that question. "My, aren't we testy this morning?"
"Stop baiting him, yami," Malik chided. "We're going out for a while, 'Kura. Lock the door when you leave, k? And try not to steal too much things!"
Bakura scowled, "What makes you think I was going to steal from you?"
"My instincts, and don't get so drunk that you end up hurting Ryou. He's still sick." Malik replied firmly. (Is he OOC? I find him weird, coz I don't think the normal Malik would be like this, but whatever.)
With that, they left. Bakura returned his attention to his beer. "Damm Ryou!" he muttered, longing to run his hand through Ryou's silky white locks. The color as pure as his very soul. How he wanted to share with him everything. Every secrets that he knew, all the things he desire, but most of all, he wanted Ryou to look at him without fear or dread in his guileless brown eyes. He wanted Ryou to drop his guard against him and accept him for who he was.
a/n: Please r/r and tell me how you feel about this story. My friends told me that it's too mushy... is it? Please review, so I know if I should just stop it, or continue writing. Thank you! Comments are greatly appreciated!
Bakura: Just stop writing this fic! It's disgusting! Honestly, I swear, this is worse than many I have seen before! Even the Ring is not as scary as this! Eurgh!
Ro: Sorry, Bakura, but you absolutely have to be in this fic, or would you rather I gave Ryou to Marik? Then you won't be the star anymore...
Ryou: Hey! What about asking my opinion??
Ro: Who's the author here? I am! So my word is final! All objections overruled! So there... X P!