Author's Note: Well, here I am with my (I guess) long awaited update.
Thanks a lot for your reveiws! This makes me and my friend VERY happy!
hehe.
Anyways, here are some comments to those lovely reveiwers:
thn: Yes, people do need to learn how to be more independant! I admire you! lol.
Maruken: Hehe. You'll be pleased with future chappies, yes you will!
chibisuppi: Sorry about the spaces, but I kinda like them. It helps me organize the paragraphs. Just bare with me, please?
Chibi B-channie: Here's your chapter! lol.
Bakagami101: Yup, more chapters to come.
sansty-san: Geez, you're really full of energy, lol.
worthless: You're not very worthless to me. lol.
Voice of Reason2: Yea, expressing feelings are really hard, and thanks. I hope this does effect lots of people!
ryouandbakura: hehe. You obvious love this, huh?
Chapter 2 Spotlight on Me
(Ryou's POV)
I woke up the next morning on the bathroom floor. Damn. I wished I had died. Amane stood above me. At least, I thought it was Amane. Wishful thinking I guess. She's been dead for years, but then again, I thought I was dead at the time.
It was just Yami. The razor identical to the one I clutched to last night was in his hand. I look down at my naked body and noticed I hadn't harmed myself. Or... had I? I remember blood, but where is it?
"What are you doing?" he quirked an eyebrow.
I sit up, my mind completely fuzzy, "I don't remember." I wince at a sharp prick in my lower back. Ow! What was that? I look down and see my thighs stained in blood. Oh. There it is. Yami's so rough sometimes.
Yami sighed, "You're impossible, you know that?" he threw the razor into the sink.
By then, my eyes had unclouded, and the first thing I see is the black eye my yami had received. Immediantly, I'm on my feet, ignoring the pain in my lower region. "Yami! Did he hit you again!?!" I cup his cheek and exam the bruise. God, how terrible!
"Yea, but I landed a few on him, so I could care less." he spoke gruffly, "Now, what the hell were you planning on doing with that?" he pointed to the abandoned razor.
I try not to look him in the eye, "I... umm... missed a spot yesterday and it was bothering me?" it sounded more like a question than the truth. I couldn't tell Bakura I was weak enough to try and hurt myself.
He made a clunk noise with his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "I see..." he walked out of the bathroom, "I'm staying home today."
No one can't even imagine how estatic I was when the words left his mouth. Oh this was going to be great! A whole day with Bakura! Marik would be nowhere in sight! Oh joy! Oh glorious!
"What the fuck are you doing!?!" Oops. During my little happy moment, I happened to cling to his arm. What an idiot I can be...
I had let go, feeling like a little boy in front of him. What could I say to him now? God, I hate these awful silences.
He cleared his throat, "Umm Ryou?"
"Huh?" I peeked through my bangs. He was biting his lip? I didn't know he did that too.
"I uh... I shouldn't have left you last night. I was just-"
I shaked my head, placing a finger on his lips, "It's alright." I wasn't about to stand there and let my yami get all mushy on me. Honestly, I like him the way he is, and if he's about to spill his guts everywhere, I would spill out dinner from yesterday.
We both shared a shower, acting a little more uncomfortable than usual. A little secret that only I probably know: Bakura is very shy when it come to human contact.
I'm dead serious. He seems like a smooth guy, a god in bed, but only I know that he's as clumsy as I am. Isn't that cute? He even blushes if I kiss his cheek!
He helped me dry off, and even picked out my clothes for today. It was a simple black t-shirt and a pair of Yami's tight jeans. Someone must be tired of seeing me in sweaters. I slid the shirt on, and sucked my gut in to button up the jeans. Ack! How does Bakura do this!?!
After I win my fight against the evil button of doom, I roll up the ends. They were a bit big for me, length-wise. I go downstairs to see Bakura on the counter with a carton of Chinese take out in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other. A noodle was dangling from his mouth. I giggled, opening the fridge for some jam from my English muffin.
He quirked an eyebrow, slurping up the rest of the noodle, "You look good in those jeans."
I smiled, closing the fridge with a jar of strawberry jam in my hand, "I can't breathe in these jeans." I laughed, opening the bread box for my muffin.
He jumped off the counter, chuckling as well. He smacked my rear as I was bent over, causing me to yelp and stand up rigidly. I glared at him the best I could, and stuck out my tongue, "You jerk!"
"What? I'm a hormonious teenager for the rest of my second life! Sue me!" he laughed, throwing the take out away.
I rolled my eyes, waiting for my breakfast to toast. A sad smile spread across my lips, and I couldn't speak any louder than a whisper, "Bakura?"
He looked at me, a cigarette making his voice somewhat muffled, "Yea?"
"Thank you for being with me today." I said, spreading the jam on my muffin, "It was thoughtful of you." I looked over my shoulder to see him just standing there.
His cigarette was already burning, causing smoke to linger around him. The light from the early morning sun made him glow at the same time. It was then I noticed he wore the same thing as me, only his shirt was a dress shirt. Like always it was unbuttoned, showing off the gorgeous body he was blessed with.
There was silence afterwards. He nodded, escaping to the back porch this time, to have his morning cigarette. I sat at the table, nibbling on my English muffin and jam, letting my mind shut off for a while.
I think the rest of the day, we did much of nothing. To be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. It was a day of pulchritude, and in the late afternoon, we cuddled in the hammock together, letting the wind blow us back and forth gently.
By the time I woke up, the sun had already set, and yami was playing with the ends of my hair. I turned slightly, smiling at him lazily, "Hi."
"Hey." he said back, just as softly. He kissed my cheek, and poked my nose, "We need to get up. Only crazy people stay out in their hammocks after nightfall."
"Well, didn't you know?" I smirked, "I'm a maniac."
"Yea, in bed." he replied, tickling my side, trying to get me to giggle. Which worked, mind you, because I happen to be ticklish EVERYWHERE.
I fought back, getting him behind the knee. That was his keystone. The hammock was violently shaking back and forth from our assaults on each other. I wouldn't be able to figure out a winner though, because both of us spilled out onto the lawn, and out limbs ended up getting tangled together.
Of course, bed is where we went next, and since we were both well rested, our passion went on two hours longer than anyone else could go. Afterwards, when both of us were panting for air, planting final kisses on each other's bodies, he got up, tugging on his pants.
I propped myself up by my elbows, looking at him strangely, "Where are you going?"
He replaced his shirt, fixing his hair so it was on the outside, "You didn't expect me to stay here the whole time, did you?" he took out a cigarette, "It's Friday."
I frowned at that, seeing his silhouette in the dark. The blinds made horizontal stripes across his form, and light from a nearby street lamp made him stand out. How typical. He looks so beautiful in shadows.
"I'll see you later." he announced, and left, closing the door softly behind him.
I sniffled, feeling a round of tears coming. No. I will not cry. At least, he's not going to Marik's, right? He's not sleeping with someone else anymore. Just me. He loves only me.
So, why am I feeling so doubtful?
(Authoress POV)
"AH!" he cried out, arching his back ever so slightly, "Gods, Marik!"
The blonde Egyptian grinned maliciously, "I'm so glad you came back to me." he bit does harshly on the other's nipple.
"Ahh!" he clamped tightly to Marik's golden locks, "More, Marik! Please! Fuck me!" he pleaded, his body burning with pleasure and pain.
"Mmm very well." the other positioned himself, and as he penetrated the other's smaller form, he smirked, 'You're mine, Bakura, and soon that little brat of yours will be too.'
(Ryou's POV)
I heard a soft whimpering, and for a minute there, I thought someone else was in the house. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness around me.
I sat up in my bed. Where did that come from? Maybe I'm imagining it.
There it was again! What? Something glowing in my desk.
Curious as usual, I open the drawer from my desk. Hey! The Millenium ring!
I don't even remember how long it's been, but an agreement that was made by Bakura and I during one of our ocassional arguements was that the Millenium ring stay in the desk from then on. I somewhat regret it now, since now the both of us can't talk through mindlink anymore, but it was what he wanted, and I could NEVER disagree with Yami.
I heard the whimper again, and just for old times sake, I put the ring around my neck. A million and one familiar feelings came back to me, and the crying became even louder.
My soulroom was dusty and empty, just like it always had been. I left it to see the rest of my mind, and I noticed Yami's room was open. Why? Even when I wore the ring all the time, it was never opened!
That crying gets louder and louder with every step I take to Yami's room. Who is that?
I step into the doorway, and immediantly freeze. Impossible...
(Authoress POV)
At that same moment, minutes before a lustful climax, Yami no Bakura clentched his eyes shut. However, it did not prevent the tear that traveled down his cheek...
THAT'S IT! My follow up chapter! I hope you guys like it, and don't worry, there will be plenty left where this came from! lol. Oh yea, and the whole soulroom thing with the tear, that didn't really happen. lol.
Oh YES! To go with Marik's comment earlier. This is what really happened to my friend. It turns out the guy that she loved (Bakura in the fic), was cheating with a bisexual (Marik). So... this brings an interesting little twist on MY fanfiction. lol.
Reveiws welcome!
Anyways, here are some comments to those lovely reveiwers:
thn: Yes, people do need to learn how to be more independant! I admire you! lol.
Maruken: Hehe. You'll be pleased with future chappies, yes you will!
chibisuppi: Sorry about the spaces, but I kinda like them. It helps me organize the paragraphs. Just bare with me, please?
Chibi B-channie: Here's your chapter! lol.
Bakagami101: Yup, more chapters to come.
sansty-san: Geez, you're really full of energy, lol.
worthless: You're not very worthless to me. lol.
Voice of Reason2: Yea, expressing feelings are really hard, and thanks. I hope this does effect lots of people!
ryouandbakura: hehe. You obvious love this, huh?
Chapter 2 Spotlight on Me
(Ryou's POV)
I woke up the next morning on the bathroom floor. Damn. I wished I had died. Amane stood above me. At least, I thought it was Amane. Wishful thinking I guess. She's been dead for years, but then again, I thought I was dead at the time.
It was just Yami. The razor identical to the one I clutched to last night was in his hand. I look down at my naked body and noticed I hadn't harmed myself. Or... had I? I remember blood, but where is it?
"What are you doing?" he quirked an eyebrow.
I sit up, my mind completely fuzzy, "I don't remember." I wince at a sharp prick in my lower back. Ow! What was that? I look down and see my thighs stained in blood. Oh. There it is. Yami's so rough sometimes.
Yami sighed, "You're impossible, you know that?" he threw the razor into the sink.
By then, my eyes had unclouded, and the first thing I see is the black eye my yami had received. Immediantly, I'm on my feet, ignoring the pain in my lower region. "Yami! Did he hit you again!?!" I cup his cheek and exam the bruise. God, how terrible!
"Yea, but I landed a few on him, so I could care less." he spoke gruffly, "Now, what the hell were you planning on doing with that?" he pointed to the abandoned razor.
I try not to look him in the eye, "I... umm... missed a spot yesterday and it was bothering me?" it sounded more like a question than the truth. I couldn't tell Bakura I was weak enough to try and hurt myself.
He made a clunk noise with his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "I see..." he walked out of the bathroom, "I'm staying home today."
No one can't even imagine how estatic I was when the words left his mouth. Oh this was going to be great! A whole day with Bakura! Marik would be nowhere in sight! Oh joy! Oh glorious!
"What the fuck are you doing!?!" Oops. During my little happy moment, I happened to cling to his arm. What an idiot I can be...
I had let go, feeling like a little boy in front of him. What could I say to him now? God, I hate these awful silences.
He cleared his throat, "Umm Ryou?"
"Huh?" I peeked through my bangs. He was biting his lip? I didn't know he did that too.
"I uh... I shouldn't have left you last night. I was just-"
I shaked my head, placing a finger on his lips, "It's alright." I wasn't about to stand there and let my yami get all mushy on me. Honestly, I like him the way he is, and if he's about to spill his guts everywhere, I would spill out dinner from yesterday.
We both shared a shower, acting a little more uncomfortable than usual. A little secret that only I probably know: Bakura is very shy when it come to human contact.
I'm dead serious. He seems like a smooth guy, a god in bed, but only I know that he's as clumsy as I am. Isn't that cute? He even blushes if I kiss his cheek!
He helped me dry off, and even picked out my clothes for today. It was a simple black t-shirt and a pair of Yami's tight jeans. Someone must be tired of seeing me in sweaters. I slid the shirt on, and sucked my gut in to button up the jeans. Ack! How does Bakura do this!?!
After I win my fight against the evil button of doom, I roll up the ends. They were a bit big for me, length-wise. I go downstairs to see Bakura on the counter with a carton of Chinese take out in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other. A noodle was dangling from his mouth. I giggled, opening the fridge for some jam from my English muffin.
He quirked an eyebrow, slurping up the rest of the noodle, "You look good in those jeans."
I smiled, closing the fridge with a jar of strawberry jam in my hand, "I can't breathe in these jeans." I laughed, opening the bread box for my muffin.
He jumped off the counter, chuckling as well. He smacked my rear as I was bent over, causing me to yelp and stand up rigidly. I glared at him the best I could, and stuck out my tongue, "You jerk!"
"What? I'm a hormonious teenager for the rest of my second life! Sue me!" he laughed, throwing the take out away.
I rolled my eyes, waiting for my breakfast to toast. A sad smile spread across my lips, and I couldn't speak any louder than a whisper, "Bakura?"
He looked at me, a cigarette making his voice somewhat muffled, "Yea?"
"Thank you for being with me today." I said, spreading the jam on my muffin, "It was thoughtful of you." I looked over my shoulder to see him just standing there.
His cigarette was already burning, causing smoke to linger around him. The light from the early morning sun made him glow at the same time. It was then I noticed he wore the same thing as me, only his shirt was a dress shirt. Like always it was unbuttoned, showing off the gorgeous body he was blessed with.
There was silence afterwards. He nodded, escaping to the back porch this time, to have his morning cigarette. I sat at the table, nibbling on my English muffin and jam, letting my mind shut off for a while.
I think the rest of the day, we did much of nothing. To be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. It was a day of pulchritude, and in the late afternoon, we cuddled in the hammock together, letting the wind blow us back and forth gently.
By the time I woke up, the sun had already set, and yami was playing with the ends of my hair. I turned slightly, smiling at him lazily, "Hi."
"Hey." he said back, just as softly. He kissed my cheek, and poked my nose, "We need to get up. Only crazy people stay out in their hammocks after nightfall."
"Well, didn't you know?" I smirked, "I'm a maniac."
"Yea, in bed." he replied, tickling my side, trying to get me to giggle. Which worked, mind you, because I happen to be ticklish EVERYWHERE.
I fought back, getting him behind the knee. That was his keystone. The hammock was violently shaking back and forth from our assaults on each other. I wouldn't be able to figure out a winner though, because both of us spilled out onto the lawn, and out limbs ended up getting tangled together.
Of course, bed is where we went next, and since we were both well rested, our passion went on two hours longer than anyone else could go. Afterwards, when both of us were panting for air, planting final kisses on each other's bodies, he got up, tugging on his pants.
I propped myself up by my elbows, looking at him strangely, "Where are you going?"
He replaced his shirt, fixing his hair so it was on the outside, "You didn't expect me to stay here the whole time, did you?" he took out a cigarette, "It's Friday."
I frowned at that, seeing his silhouette in the dark. The blinds made horizontal stripes across his form, and light from a nearby street lamp made him stand out. How typical. He looks so beautiful in shadows.
"I'll see you later." he announced, and left, closing the door softly behind him.
I sniffled, feeling a round of tears coming. No. I will not cry. At least, he's not going to Marik's, right? He's not sleeping with someone else anymore. Just me. He loves only me.
So, why am I feeling so doubtful?
(Authoress POV)
"AH!" he cried out, arching his back ever so slightly, "Gods, Marik!"
The blonde Egyptian grinned maliciously, "I'm so glad you came back to me." he bit does harshly on the other's nipple.
"Ahh!" he clamped tightly to Marik's golden locks, "More, Marik! Please! Fuck me!" he pleaded, his body burning with pleasure and pain.
"Mmm very well." the other positioned himself, and as he penetrated the other's smaller form, he smirked, 'You're mine, Bakura, and soon that little brat of yours will be too.'
(Ryou's POV)
I heard a soft whimpering, and for a minute there, I thought someone else was in the house. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness around me.
I sat up in my bed. Where did that come from? Maybe I'm imagining it.
There it was again! What? Something glowing in my desk.
Curious as usual, I open the drawer from my desk. Hey! The Millenium ring!
I don't even remember how long it's been, but an agreement that was made by Bakura and I during one of our ocassional arguements was that the Millenium ring stay in the desk from then on. I somewhat regret it now, since now the both of us can't talk through mindlink anymore, but it was what he wanted, and I could NEVER disagree with Yami.
I heard the whimper again, and just for old times sake, I put the ring around my neck. A million and one familiar feelings came back to me, and the crying became even louder.
My soulroom was dusty and empty, just like it always had been. I left it to see the rest of my mind, and I noticed Yami's room was open. Why? Even when I wore the ring all the time, it was never opened!
That crying gets louder and louder with every step I take to Yami's room. Who is that?
I step into the doorway, and immediantly freeze. Impossible...
(Authoress POV)
At that same moment, minutes before a lustful climax, Yami no Bakura clentched his eyes shut. However, it did not prevent the tear that traveled down his cheek...
THAT'S IT! My follow up chapter! I hope you guys like it, and don't worry, there will be plenty left where this came from! lol. Oh yea, and the whole soulroom thing with the tear, that didn't really happen. lol.
Oh YES! To go with Marik's comment earlier. This is what really happened to my friend. It turns out the guy that she loved (Bakura in the fic), was cheating with a bisexual (Marik). So... this brings an interesting little twist on MY fanfiction. lol.
Reveiws welcome!