Topazia: Yay! I feel a lot better...damn stomach virus. The little old lady
across the street traumatized me with stories of a woman she knew that had
caught the west nile virus. O.o'
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It's been a year now. Yep, a whole miserable year since the incident had happened. Ryou still hadn't forgiven me, having obviously erased me from the corners of his mind. I was still staying with Malik and Marik and life has continued to go on as usual.
The typical day in the Ishtar consisted of Malik leaving to go visit Ryou around 11:30am. The rest of the time was left to Marik and me to throw away. The younger blonde would stay out for hours on end, coming back in the dead of night to inform me of Ryou's activities.
Apparently Ryou had recovered fine without my dark presence hovering about him. He goes out more now then he did a year ago...I guess his been living what most could call a normal human life. I don't know if I should be happy or sad about the situation. It's very mind-boggling.
Malik opened the door suddenly and walked in, a dazed look on his face. Something happened but I couldn't quiet place it. Another thing that I found unusual was his appearance home so early. "What are you doing here?" I asked casting a glance at the clock. It read 4:27pm.
He crinkled his nose at me and frowned, running a hand through his hair. "Live here, you know, I'm the guy that comes home occasionally to get knocked up by your buddy Marik?" He stated smartly.
"Not that I was wondering what you were doing home so early." I replied with a roll of my eyes.
It was almost as if he hadn't heard me for his eyes took on that same dreamy faraway look from before. "You know, Ryou is a very good kisser." He answered suddenly. My eyes widened. Okay, so that wasn't what I was looking for but he responded at least.
"What the hell does that mean?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at the dazed boy.
"Nothing Bakura, I was just sitting with him watching tv and I just so happen to mention you. Right after that he kissed me." The boy replied.
Well if it's one thing I had learned from my interesting 'incident' with Ryou a year ago it was that I was wrong. Yes, I Bakura, am admitting that I was wrong and a jackass. I See What Yami was trying to do when he cursed me, I just saw it too late and lost the one thing that I adored more than anything.
Now after realizing my mistakes it's only natural for me to want to murder Malik for touching my light's lips. "How interesting." I replied and Malik shifted under my gaze.
"Hey Bakura if it makes you feel better I wouldn't dare..." My hand went up to cut him off and I quietly got up and exited from the house, disappearing into the nearest shadow outside. 'If it made me feel better' he says as if my blood wasn't boiling already.
I don't know what made me do it, my when I stepped back out of the shadow I was safely tucked away into the shadows of the second floor or Ryou's home, our home. Maybe I came here because I just needed to see him, to know that he was all right.
I crept across the floor with the stealth of a true thief, stopping to glance at what was once my old room. Nothing about it had been touched since the day Ryou had kicked me out. It looked as if I still stayed there. Going back out into the hallway I made my way to Ryou's room.
He was sleeping peacefully on the bed, his hair spread about his sheets gracefully. Looking back on what I did now I regret it. I didn't want to admit my feelings then but now I'd give my hand to do so now. I guess I just didn't know what I had at the time. It was amazing now that I look back on it.
The curse the phaorah had placed on me had been nothing more than something to help me realize my feelings. I didn't see it that way at the time... My hand reaches out to brush the hair from his face and I smile as he leans into my touch.
But I've stayed here too long. His eyes slowly flutter open and I freeze, backing away from him. He sit up to rub his eyes, obliviously not believing what he sees, but by the time he look up again I've retreated into the shadows again...
I'm walking down the streets now, heading back to Malik and Marik. I didn't know what to think anymore. The look on Ryou's face held no anger...only surprise and a bit of longing. My contemplating led me to the front steps of my new 'home'. Upon my rentery I found no staring faces, no jeering...just silence and the little bit of noise and light from the TV at the far corner of the room.
They must have known I wouldn't have wanted to be troubled when I returned and left. With a sigh I trudged to the spare room and lay across my bed...
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Ryou's POV
The warm water fell onto my skin washing away the scented soap as well as my worries. Maybe I was just tired, that would explain why I saw Bakura in my room earlier. I had been feeling a little bit under stress lately. And the fact that I impulsively kissed Malik didn't help either.
Maybe it was because I was lonely that I kissed him, someone that I thought of as a brother more than anything. I guess erasing Bakura my mind was harder than expected. Even after a year I still missed him. Who knows if he felt the same way about me?
A shower was just what I needed after all the things that had happened today. After the 'Malik' incident he ran from the house. It was then that I felt like shit for forcing myself on him and went to my room for a nape. That's when I saw Bakura. Well, I thought I saw Bakura. My Yami would never touch me so tenderly.
Shutting the water off I dried myself and slipped on a robe. With a fulfilled yawn I towel dried my hair and walked back into my room just as the phone rang. I really didn't feel much like talking, but out of common curtsey I picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hey Ryou." It was Malik. A slight blush crawled across my face as his voice. It's surprising to hear his voice after what happened today, not to mention totally embarrassing.
"Oh, hey, listen about what happened today..."
"Don't worry about it Ryou, I won't." He answered and I sighed a sigh of pure relief. Well, that was one weight off my shoulders. "Do you have any plans tomorrow?"
That was a good question, what would I do tomorrow? "Nothing I guess, why Malik?" I asked curling my finger around the phone cord. It's just one annoying habit that I've just never been able to break I guess.
"Want to go out tomorrow?" he asked.
"I don't know Malik, I had day full with all the lounging that needs to be done around the house. That and me and the couch need to get reacquainted." I replied with a shrug and he chuckled.
"I'll pick you up at seven Ryou."
I shrugged and put down the receiver. There was no way to get out of that one. Not that I minded... It was fun when Malik took me places and it helped me take my mind off of things.
I went upstairs and into my room to sit on my bed. Not much action there, but at least I was doing something. It was time to brush my hair until it was silky soft anyway.
The phone wrung for the second time that day and I rushed downstairs letting out a frustrated growl. Maybe if the phone was unplugged peace would once again engulf my house. "Hello?" I snapped.
"Ryou..." The grip on the phone loosened and my eyes widened. The phone slipped from my hand and fell to the floor with a soft clatter, causing me to snap from my daze and scoop it back up in a hurry.
"Bakura? Is...is that really you?" came my soft reply. Why was he calling after so long? What did he want? And why did I care? "What a surprise. I wasn't expecting a call from you." And it was the truth; I never would dream he'd actually call me.
"How have you been?" he asked softly, almost delicately.
"Fine I guess. I trust you've been the same?" I replied casually intertwining my fingers with the cord again.
There was a soft chuckle followed by a sigh before he spoke again. " I don't know what to think of myself anymore..." his voice seemed to crack and along with it my heart. He seemed so down and depressed, I didn't think I'd be able to take this much longer.
"Bakura...I..." What could I say? Cheer up? All is well? Just because it seems the apocalypse has fallen down on you doesn't mean you have to act like it?
"No, don't worry about. I just called because...I wanted to hear your voice again." There was a click and the phone went dead, leaving me standing with the receiver still attached to my ear.
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Topazia: I'll be posting sometime Monday...
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It's been a year now. Yep, a whole miserable year since the incident had happened. Ryou still hadn't forgiven me, having obviously erased me from the corners of his mind. I was still staying with Malik and Marik and life has continued to go on as usual.
The typical day in the Ishtar consisted of Malik leaving to go visit Ryou around 11:30am. The rest of the time was left to Marik and me to throw away. The younger blonde would stay out for hours on end, coming back in the dead of night to inform me of Ryou's activities.
Apparently Ryou had recovered fine without my dark presence hovering about him. He goes out more now then he did a year ago...I guess his been living what most could call a normal human life. I don't know if I should be happy or sad about the situation. It's very mind-boggling.
Malik opened the door suddenly and walked in, a dazed look on his face. Something happened but I couldn't quiet place it. Another thing that I found unusual was his appearance home so early. "What are you doing here?" I asked casting a glance at the clock. It read 4:27pm.
He crinkled his nose at me and frowned, running a hand through his hair. "Live here, you know, I'm the guy that comes home occasionally to get knocked up by your buddy Marik?" He stated smartly.
"Not that I was wondering what you were doing home so early." I replied with a roll of my eyes.
It was almost as if he hadn't heard me for his eyes took on that same dreamy faraway look from before. "You know, Ryou is a very good kisser." He answered suddenly. My eyes widened. Okay, so that wasn't what I was looking for but he responded at least.
"What the hell does that mean?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at the dazed boy.
"Nothing Bakura, I was just sitting with him watching tv and I just so happen to mention you. Right after that he kissed me." The boy replied.
Well if it's one thing I had learned from my interesting 'incident' with Ryou a year ago it was that I was wrong. Yes, I Bakura, am admitting that I was wrong and a jackass. I See What Yami was trying to do when he cursed me, I just saw it too late and lost the one thing that I adored more than anything.
Now after realizing my mistakes it's only natural for me to want to murder Malik for touching my light's lips. "How interesting." I replied and Malik shifted under my gaze.
"Hey Bakura if it makes you feel better I wouldn't dare..." My hand went up to cut him off and I quietly got up and exited from the house, disappearing into the nearest shadow outside. 'If it made me feel better' he says as if my blood wasn't boiling already.
I don't know what made me do it, my when I stepped back out of the shadow I was safely tucked away into the shadows of the second floor or Ryou's home, our home. Maybe I came here because I just needed to see him, to know that he was all right.
I crept across the floor with the stealth of a true thief, stopping to glance at what was once my old room. Nothing about it had been touched since the day Ryou had kicked me out. It looked as if I still stayed there. Going back out into the hallway I made my way to Ryou's room.
He was sleeping peacefully on the bed, his hair spread about his sheets gracefully. Looking back on what I did now I regret it. I didn't want to admit my feelings then but now I'd give my hand to do so now. I guess I just didn't know what I had at the time. It was amazing now that I look back on it.
The curse the phaorah had placed on me had been nothing more than something to help me realize my feelings. I didn't see it that way at the time... My hand reaches out to brush the hair from his face and I smile as he leans into my touch.
But I've stayed here too long. His eyes slowly flutter open and I freeze, backing away from him. He sit up to rub his eyes, obliviously not believing what he sees, but by the time he look up again I've retreated into the shadows again...
I'm walking down the streets now, heading back to Malik and Marik. I didn't know what to think anymore. The look on Ryou's face held no anger...only surprise and a bit of longing. My contemplating led me to the front steps of my new 'home'. Upon my rentery I found no staring faces, no jeering...just silence and the little bit of noise and light from the TV at the far corner of the room.
They must have known I wouldn't have wanted to be troubled when I returned and left. With a sigh I trudged to the spare room and lay across my bed...
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Ryou's POV
The warm water fell onto my skin washing away the scented soap as well as my worries. Maybe I was just tired, that would explain why I saw Bakura in my room earlier. I had been feeling a little bit under stress lately. And the fact that I impulsively kissed Malik didn't help either.
Maybe it was because I was lonely that I kissed him, someone that I thought of as a brother more than anything. I guess erasing Bakura my mind was harder than expected. Even after a year I still missed him. Who knows if he felt the same way about me?
A shower was just what I needed after all the things that had happened today. After the 'Malik' incident he ran from the house. It was then that I felt like shit for forcing myself on him and went to my room for a nape. That's when I saw Bakura. Well, I thought I saw Bakura. My Yami would never touch me so tenderly.
Shutting the water off I dried myself and slipped on a robe. With a fulfilled yawn I towel dried my hair and walked back into my room just as the phone rang. I really didn't feel much like talking, but out of common curtsey I picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hey Ryou." It was Malik. A slight blush crawled across my face as his voice. It's surprising to hear his voice after what happened today, not to mention totally embarrassing.
"Oh, hey, listen about what happened today..."
"Don't worry about it Ryou, I won't." He answered and I sighed a sigh of pure relief. Well, that was one weight off my shoulders. "Do you have any plans tomorrow?"
That was a good question, what would I do tomorrow? "Nothing I guess, why Malik?" I asked curling my finger around the phone cord. It's just one annoying habit that I've just never been able to break I guess.
"Want to go out tomorrow?" he asked.
"I don't know Malik, I had day full with all the lounging that needs to be done around the house. That and me and the couch need to get reacquainted." I replied with a shrug and he chuckled.
"I'll pick you up at seven Ryou."
I shrugged and put down the receiver. There was no way to get out of that one. Not that I minded... It was fun when Malik took me places and it helped me take my mind off of things.
I went upstairs and into my room to sit on my bed. Not much action there, but at least I was doing something. It was time to brush my hair until it was silky soft anyway.
The phone wrung for the second time that day and I rushed downstairs letting out a frustrated growl. Maybe if the phone was unplugged peace would once again engulf my house. "Hello?" I snapped.
"Ryou..." The grip on the phone loosened and my eyes widened. The phone slipped from my hand and fell to the floor with a soft clatter, causing me to snap from my daze and scoop it back up in a hurry.
"Bakura? Is...is that really you?" came my soft reply. Why was he calling after so long? What did he want? And why did I care? "What a surprise. I wasn't expecting a call from you." And it was the truth; I never would dream he'd actually call me.
"How have you been?" he asked softly, almost delicately.
"Fine I guess. I trust you've been the same?" I replied casually intertwining my fingers with the cord again.
There was a soft chuckle followed by a sigh before he spoke again. " I don't know what to think of myself anymore..." his voice seemed to crack and along with it my heart. He seemed so down and depressed, I didn't think I'd be able to take this much longer.
"Bakura...I..." What could I say? Cheer up? All is well? Just because it seems the apocalypse has fallen down on you doesn't mean you have to act like it?
"No, don't worry about. I just called because...I wanted to hear your voice again." There was a click and the phone went dead, leaving me standing with the receiver still attached to my ear.
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Topazia: I'll be posting sometime Monday...