A/N: -bows- Hello all! I am greatly excited, in the fact that I updated. Lets all rjoice. Finished? good. Now lets all mourn over the fact that this chapter is pathetically ahirt. I wrote myself into a corner here... TT.TT I am going to have to aske for help here/ HELP! HELP MEH! -wails-
Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. You. Don't. Sue.
"Bakura…"
The darkness moaned, trying to swat away whoever was waking him up. "Go 'way…" He whispered, turning over to reattempt sleep.
Ryou giggled, leaning closer over his darkness, so his silvery hair tickled Bakuras face. Bakura groaned, trying to push it away.
"Kura…. Wake up…" Bakuras eyes snapped open at the mention of the nickname, as ge gazed up at his Hikari, who was currently lying on top of him, an ivory finger tracing his cheeks and lips.
"Ryou… What." He was cut off by Ryous finger over his lips. "Shhh…." He whispered, and leaned down further, gently pressing his lips against Bakuras. The darkness's eyes widened, as his hands automatically went up to Ryous hair, combing his fingers through his silky locks.
"Bakura…" Ryou whispered, when they finally broke apart. "I'm going to give you one more chance. We can stay like this, if that is what you wish, but if you ever hurt me again…" Ryou trailed off. "Then it's over forever." He gazed down at his darkness, who wordlessly nodded, before dragging Ryou down for another mind-blowing kiss.
Later that day, Ryou leaned on the railing of the small balcony of his apartment, watching the bustling city pass seven floors below him.
"Hey." He heard a familiar voice whisper, a faint note of happiness mixed with the usual harsh tones. Ryou smiled, as his darkness came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his hikaris slim middle. Ryou smiled, half-turning so he could touch Bakuras face, nuzzling his face into his neck. A warm feeling slowly gathered in the pit of his stomach, as he wrapped his arms tighter around Ryou.
"Hungry?" Ryou finally broke apart, smiling. Bakura shrugged, and then nodded. Ryou grinned, and bounced into the kitchen. Bakura tilted his head to the side slightly, and smiled, as he watched Ryou bustling round the kitchen.
He wasn't going to mess this up. No way, not ever. Ryous was finally truly his, after so long. He was holding on tight, and never letting go. His childish little light was finally his. Bakura closed the balcony door, walking slowly into the kitchen, and sat on a counter as he watched his light cook.
Ryou was so much like a woman, it wasn't funny. He cooked, he cleaned, and he seemed so… feminine. Once upon a time, it used to disturb Bakura, but now, just watching him bustling around the kitchen, he would trade Ryou for anyone in the whole wide world.
"Ready!" Ryous soft, yet cheerful voice broke Bakura out of his musings. Bakura shook his head softly, sitting at the table. "Rare steak, just the way you like it."
Bakura smirked, grabbing the plate of Ryou and attacking the meat. Ryou shook his head, setting down his small salad, and began to daintily munch at it, trying not to look at Bakura as he attacked the practically raw meat.
"'Night Yami…" Ryou yawned, as he lay in bed and pulled the blankets up to his chin. Bakura grinned, sliding into bed and wrapping his arms tightly around the light. Ryou smiled, leaning into the yamis embrace as he closed his eyes. Bakura let out a long breath, relishing the warmth of Ryous thin body until he finally fell asleep.
The next day dawned bright and clear. Ryou sat up in the bed, and gazed down at his darkness, a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was like he was walking on eggshells, almost. Try as he might, he kept half-expecting that Bakura would resort to his old ways of violence. To Ryou, this relationship didn't seem quite real. He shivered at the cold morning air hitting his bare skin, burrowing back under the blankets and curling into his darkness for extra warmth.
Why was Ryou doing this? Why was he kidding himself that he loved his darkness? He didn't. He wasn't in love with Bakura…
"Kura?" Ryou whispered into his darkness's ear. "Kura.. wake up…"
The said yami groaned, shaking his head and slowly pulling himself upright. Ryou smiled, slightly sadly, Bakura noticed, and frowned slightly.
"Everything okay, Ryou?" He asked, wrapping his arms around his little wimpy hikari. Ryou nodded, a small smile on his face, and a slightly sick feeling in his stomach.
But he was doing this for Bakura. Pretending he love him to make his darkness happy. And it seemed to be working…
Gah! I cant call this a chapter... -feels bad- don't anyone dare flame meh and say it is shit. I already know that.. n.n;;;
Because this is short, the next one should be up super fast. n.n