Here it ish, folks! Teh final chappeh! I shall have a sequel, of course.. -nodnod- after all, something big has to happen., just not for a while. In the nest story, I predict Ryou will be around Twelve years old.
Disclaimer: Dont own it, dont sue...
Bakura walked over to the spring, taking off his sandals and dangling his feet in the water, his mind going away at full tick. He brushed a snowy tangle out of his chestnut eyes, leaning on the soft sandy ground, and let out a moan. What the hell did you do you idiot, you can barely take care of yourself, let alone a small boy. Especially Ryou. He's so delicate, and all of this is gonna give him trauma later on. Just dump him, and pretend he never existed… The thief stood up, casting an eye around the gold-adorned room. He walked into the small alcove where his bedchamber was, padding silently over to the large comfy bed.
What he saw was so cute, it made his heart melt into a little puddle. The child was curled up under a deep purple blanket, only his small face surrounded by silken silver hair, and an ivory hand resting on a satin pillow. A small smile was on his face, deep in slumber. Bakura sat on the bed, a hand traveling by its own accord until he was stroking the small boys snowy locks, his other tanned hand tightly grasping the childs.
Okay, Ryou just had to stay. He was far too cute and innocent, and pure to be shoved back into the world, all alone. He let out a long sigh, and the thief hardly know what he was doing, as he lay down, and his eyes fluttered into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Ryou awoke to feel a hand closed around his, and a few of his silvery strands of hair entwined with a few fingers. He groaned softly, shaking off the last remnants of sleep, and slid himself out of bed. The thief had taken off his brilliant scarlet cloak, and lay on his stomach. Ryou walked over by him, and pulled a blanket over the thief, his fingers brushing the contours of his tanned body, the muscles as strong and taut as a cat's. His pure white locks were all over his face, and Ryou brushed them out of his eyes. Bakura tensed at this touch, but relaxed. Ryou ran a finger along the scar on his cheek, and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.
Ugh, he felt… dirty. Well, it had been a week since he last bathed. (Although most people went without bathing for weeks, or even months, Ryou often had a bath, seeing as both his father and his master wanted him to remain 'beautiful') He walked out, and into the spring, pulling off his soft leather sandals, and long robe. He shivered slightly as the cold underground air hit the child's creamy skin. But he waded into the water, ducking his head under, and getting wet all over. He found a rough lump of soap, using it to clean the sand and dirt off of his hair and skin. The child then relaxed in the water. Everything that had happened in the past few hours were just… overwhelming. Ryou was still unable to really comprehend what had happened.
"Hey." Ryou spun around, sitting up in the water. Bakura froze as he saw the beautiful boy cock his head, and then grin. The child's pale skin was flawless, like white silk. His silvery locks curled slightly, hugging his shoulders, and his wide brown eyes seemed to look straight through the thief king, who smirked, and after a bit of rootling, found a towel he through to Ryou, who accepted it gratefully, wrapping it around himself as he stood up. He walked over to the now burning fire, and subconsciously ran a hand through his silver hair. Bakura hunted around, and found a wooden comb, sitting behind the child, and running it through his hair. Ryou sighed, as he felt the wet curls tug back into straightness.
"Ow…" Ryou winced as the thief hit a knot. "Umm, can you stop, its sorta hurting.." He blushed slightly.
"But you don't want messy hair, its so pretty…"
"Shut up!" Ryou yelled, wrenching himself away. The thief was shocked.
"What the-"
"You're just like the rest of them! I can't believe I thought you would be different, you'd understand. You only took me away because of how I looked, like everyone else! You don't even care!" The childs voice trembled and broke, as he collapsed into sobs. Bakura looked on helplessly, his heart twisting.
"Ryou…" He whispered softly, before walking over to the small child, gathering him in his arms. Ryou couldn't stop sobbing, in anger, and rage and grief, as he pounded Bakuras chest weakly.
"L-let me go…" He sobbed, struggling to break free. "I hate you, I do…." Bakura rubbed the child back soothingly, murmuring soft words.
"I'm sorry, Ryou, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm so sorry…" He continued this until Ryou finally calmed down. Well, look at that, he's already whacked out… Bakura ignored the voice, letting go of the boy.
"N-No, I'm sorry, Bakura, I shouldn't have yelled, I just…" The child trailed off, not quite knowing what to say. Bakura bit his lip, as he walked over to the spring, gathering Ryous clothes, and setting them down at the small boy's feet.
"Thanks," The child whispered, tugging his clothes on, before sitting back down in front of the fire, lost in his own thoughts. Bakura sat down quietly next to the boy, gazing into his warm chocolate orbs lost deep in thought.
"B-Bakura?' Ryous soft voice broke the silence a few minutes later. The said tomb robber looked up, staring oddly at the boy. "Hmm?" He asked.
"C-can I stay with you always?" Ryou asked sweetly, slightly fluttering his stunningly white eyelashes, and cocking his head slightly at an angle. Bakura paused for a second, but nodded, his throat closed too tightly for speech. The small child grinned, flinging his tiny arms around Bakuras waist. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" he said in a shaky voice as he nestled his head in Bakuras shoulder. Bakura wrapped his arms around the child's thin form, burying his head in his silky hair, and breathing deeply.
"Don't worry, Ryou, Ill never, ever leave you..." He whispered, his long fingers gently stroking the small boys form. Ryou sniffed, and smiled, lifting his head, and gazing at the tomb robber with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.
"Better not..." He whispered, with a small smile on his face. "'Cos I never want to leave you…"
A few hours later, Bakura was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire. Ryou was asleep next to him, his snowy head pillowed on the theifs lap, and a small smile on his innocent face. Bakura absentmindedly brushed a few strands of hair out of the sleeping boys eyes, and bent down, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. Ryou sighed, shuffling slightly in his sleep, and Bakura let out a long, loud sigh.
Hell, things are going to be a lot different around here now, what with me having to look after a little kid now, and there's no way I'm letting him see the stuff I've seen, hes definitely not strong enough for that... Well, Ryou, I hope you don't mind having a hectic life, cos things are definitely going to be crazy for you from now on, but Ill always be there for you, I promise. As long as I'm here, you'll never be alone… Bakura closed his eyes. Things are gone be a lot more different around here from now on…
But that's okay…
Review all! it was alot of fun to write this, and Look out for a sequel in around a week or two...