A/N: Bo0! lol, ello all!
Urgh, this is a short Chappeh... meh. At least I posted...
At school, Ryou was the same, old cheerful self. He breezed through classes with a smile on his face, talking and laughing with his friends at lunch, until he got home to his apartment. A strange, fluttery feeling was in his stomach as he opened the door, and peered inside. Bakura was just sitting on the couch, an odd look in his eyes. As Ryou walked nervously into the room, Bakura stood up, and walked over to the boy, placing both hands on his thin shoulders. Ryous trembled, struggling not look too Bakura in his eyes.
"Ryou," He said softly, bowing his head slightly, before looking up directly into Ryous velvety brown eyes. "What is this?"
Ryou frowned slightly as he cocked his head, unable to understand what the spirit meant. "Wh-What do you mean?" He asked in his soft voice. "What is what?"
"What is us? Where are we, Ryou? Sometimes, youre so nice, and you act like you really love me, but then a moment later, you just go ignore me!" Bakura tightened his hold he had on the trembling boys shoulders, whos face contorted in anger.
"WHAT? I don't understand YOU, Bakura! Its like your bipolar, or something, one moment you're so sweet, and the next, you're back to the sadistic bastard I hate!" Ryou wrenched himself free. "I hate it Bakura! So from now own, I am officially declaring the fact that I HATE you! I don't care what you do, but just don't love me anymore- if that's what you call this twisted game youre playing. I'm sick of it! I'm not going to bother caring about you, all you ever do is hurt me!" With this, Ryou turned, and fled to his small room, leaving Bakura to stand in shock and pain alone in the kitchen.
It was a long time until Bakura managed to pluck up his courage, and enter the bedroom, opening the door slowly, as he nervously inched his way inside. Heh. He was scared of his wimpy little hikari. Strange, what love can do to someone.
"Go away." Ryou whispered, curled up in a sobbing ball over by the desk in the corner. "I hate you…" Bakura growled, as he stamped forward, and seized Ryou by the front of his shirt, dragging him up so they were eye level. Ryou whimpered, twisting madly in Bakuras grasp, but the yamis strength was much higher than that of the light.
"Do not order me around, Yadonushi…" He whispered, slamming Ryou hard against the wall, who cried out, trembling fingers trying desperately to let Bakuras hands free of his shirt. "I am the one in control here, I am the master. You're nothing. You're pathetic, useless, weak." Ryou shook harder, sobbing softly as he tried to escape.
"P-Please, Bakura-sama, I-I'm sorry, please let me go…" Ryou looked straight up into the spirits eyes, his fearful chocolate orbs shining with tears melting a part of Bakuras icy heart, the latter finally releasing the boy, who slid down the wall onto his knees, his head in his hands as his shoulders shook with fearful sobs.
Bakura put his head in his hands, as he moaned aloud to himself. What the hell was going on? If he loved Ryou so much, like he thought he did, when why did he just go and scare him like that? He couldn't seem to do anything right anymore, and he was so upset and angry at himself for it.
So, he did the only thing he thought he could do, something Ryou had done to him for years, whenever the darkness was feeling down. He got down on his knees, and gave the sobbing angel a huge, tender hug. He wrapped his arms around the thin Ryou, resting his chin on his snowy head, the landlord sobbing hopelessly into Bakuras shoulder.
"Shh…" Bakura whispered, gently rubbing the angels trembling back, as a strange, unknown emotion flooded his senses. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He whispered, as Ryou tentatively wrapped his arms around Bakuras neck, the tenant continued to gently try and comfort his crying hikari.
Ryou was bewildered, as Bakura continued to softly rub his back. What the hell was going on? Bakura was… comforting him. Even though he just said that he hated the spirit…
No! Ryou thought desperately. This… this isn't what I want! I-I hate him, I hate him, I… Oh god, I-I… This isn't right! He's not like this… Bakura sensed his lights thoughts, a strange pang in his chest. The darkness sighed, just… enjoying the feel of his innocent light pressed against him, the wonderful smell of his Hikaris silky hair….
A long time later, Bakura realized that his landlord had fallen asleep. The darkness sighed, reluctantly breaking apart from the boy, as he stood up, lifting him in his arms. Ryou sighed, snuggling closer into Bakura, who blushed a very bright red, not at all used to this strange kind of contact. Ryou looked so amazingly adorable…. His snowy bangs half-hid closed eyes, a small smile upon his childish, ivory face as he breathed deeply… Bakura leaned down, lightly placing his lips on Ryous. The sleeping boy didn't notice, but Bakura was instantly filled with pleasure. Shocked, he pulled away, breathing hard. Wh-what the hell WAS that?
Bakura frowned, setting Ryou down on the bed, pulling the blankets over his thin form. Ryou murmured inaudibly, shifting slightly in his sleep. Bakura smiled softly, cupping the side of his porcelain face as he gazed at his hikari.
Bakura slowly stood up, brushing snowy angles of hair out of his eyes, and made his silent way down to the lounge, leaving the angel to peacefully sleep.
In the morning, Ryou sleepily got out of bed, and shuffled down to the lounge. Bakura was sitting on the couch, gazing vacantly at the T.V, his eyes blood-shot, and had huge sleepy bags under them.
"Y-Yami?" Ryou whispered tentatively, sitting down beside the darkness, as he frowned at him worriedly. "A-Are you okay? Did you sleep at all last night?" Bakura shook his head, still gazing at the T.V. Ryou sighed, scooting closer to the darkness, and softly wrapped an arm around him, placing his head on Bakuras shoulder.
"D-Don't you have school…" Bakuras voice was harsher than normal, and slightly… Blah, from lack of sleep. Ryou shook his head, a small smile on his face.
"Weekend." He whispered. Bakura nodded, and fully relaxed into the couch. Ryous free hand grasped Bakuras, The tenant almost smiling as he closed his eyes. A few minutes of the comfortable silence, Ryou could hear a faint snoring. He smiled, standing up and looking at his darkness.
Maybe… maybe he should give his darkness one more chance. He seemed so…authentic about his feelings. He knew this wasn't another lie, but he also knew that Bakura couldn't… be with him, without hurting him. Especially after what happened last night. Old habits die hard. Bakura would always be cold. But he loved Ryou so much. And there was a small spark down there that still felt some tenderness for his yami.
What was he going to do?
OOh, What is poor Ryou going to do? Its all up to all of you peoples! You decide if Ryou will give teh bish another change, wo0ht!