LF: Alright while I'm sure everyone could have guessed the last word there is the next chapter, as requested.
Chapter Three
"You blood type tested positive. That means you will be able to give blood if you so wish." At this news I let out a breath I only then noticed I had been holding. But something was out of place. Why did the doctor look so sad? I waited hoping he would tell but dreading the news. "But," here it was, again I held my breath, "it seems your brother has taken a turn for the worse. If the blood transfusion is not preformed soon we will loss him."
I gasped then noticing the urgency of the situation jumped at him. "Then what are we waiting for." He dismissed my outburst and walked, somewhat quickly, out the door. I followed impatiently.
It didn't take long to get to the next room. This one not as bleak as the other but only a little more decorated, not that decoration affected me much. This one had two beds a couple feet apart and a machine between them. I don't know what the simple inventions of the time do so there is no way I would be able to understand this complex contraption. But the most beautiful decoration of all was the one lying on the far bed. My Hikari. Lying motionlessly on the bed, his face as white as his hair.
I was instructed to lie on the empty bed and did so without a response. My mind had drifted off to the letter again. The last thing I remember was the doctor instructing someone on the amount of blood that was needed before I welcomed the peaceful darkness.
I opened my eyes, waiting for them to clear. I seem to be doing a lot of that these days. Waiting that is. I am getting better but not as good as I would need to be with Ryou. At least now I knew he felt the same. That alone made it all worth while.
Remembering Ryou made me look around frantically. It became apparent that while I was asleep someone had moved my body, for I was no longer in the same room with him. This scared me; I had to make sure he was alright. I sat up as fast as lightning but was forced to lie down and try again slower as my head objected to movement by sending me a splitting headache.
When I was able to get up I ran as fast as possible without falling. As I left the room into the hallway I was immediately stopped by a nurse, as she attempted to get me to lie down again. It wasn't until I threatened her did she finally take me to my destination. This, of course, was Ryou's room.
She left me before we entered the room, leaving me alone to face my fear. The fear of how to tell Ryou how I feel. This is pathetic, the great tomb raider afraid of a boy. An amazingly beautiful boy, yes, but a boy none the less.
I entered the room cautiously, using the skills from my past life's occupation to stay quiet. With as much grace as I possibly could I walked over to Ryou's bed and sat down. Picking up one of his hands I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. They felt so fragile in my hands, as if they would break if one applied any pressure.
Time passes differently when you are deep in thought and I never did learn to wear a watch so I was never sure the time, inside at least. Outside I could tell by the position of the sun. Staring at him and holding his hand I alloyed myself to remain lost in thought, until I felt a slight movement. Upon closer inspection I learned it was Ryou. He was beginning to move, only his hand at first, but all the same the movement made my heart jump. Ryou was waking up and would be alright, everything would be alright, that was something I would make sure of.
Again Ryou moved. This time trying to open his eyes. I brought my face to hover right above his, wanting desperately to see his beautifully innocent, chocolate brown eyes again. Those eyes I dream will someday look at me with trust. I knew from the letter that he loved me but I had never done anything to earn that love. And from what I learned along time ago nothing in life is free. But his love was something I would pay anything for. Even if the cost was weakness; the weakness of letting your guard down. I was willing to risk it if it meant Ryou's trust.
But I was not met with eyes of love. Instead his eyes were full of fear and shame. I know I should have expected so much but all the same it surprised me and made the guilt of all those time before now for hurting him surfaced. 'It was my fault, the fear is of me beating him and I figure the shame is from realizing I know how he feels about me. He must think I don't fell the same.'
His eyes were focused on the floor. I hated that he was afraid of me, but hated even more that he thought I didn't return his feelings. I wanted, no needed, to comfort him, so that is exactly what I did. Knelling beside him, I hesitantly pulled him into a strong but gently hug. Half to reassure him and half just for the pure sake of holding him. To feel him against me; I felt so complete, wishing to stay like this forever. Although at first he was tense he quickly relaxed into my arms. Getting this positive reaction made me want to move further but knew I couldn't. I wouldn't rush Ryou. So I satisfied myself with teasing him by running a single finger up and down his spine. I got the reaction I want, he shivered but still moved into my touch. This caused me to inwardly smile.
Everything was perfect.
LF: Aww now wasn't that sweet.
Bakura: I am so out of character.
LF: -grins- I know. But its so cute.
Bakura: -cringes- You know I hate you right.
LF: Yep. -to readers- Now that doesn't have to be the end. If everyone is nice and reviews then I will write more.
