Written in like 10 minutes. Just a bunch of stupid musings, really. To get it over with: I don't own Yugioh in any way, and if I did...it wouldn't be as kiddy as it is :P

Walking On Water

I always wondered…the term "Walking on Water" being such a miracle and all…would it count if I walked on frozen water? Would it be a miracle then? Would I be a supernatural phenomenon? Or perhaps a saint, like Jesus. But if I could…then everyone else could walk on water, too. Even children. Would they all become saints? And would I fall through the ice as they all watched, staring down at my imperfect soul, tainted by darkness, hatred, and pain? I would be so sinful I wouldn't be able to perform the feat that they all could. I want to, though. I want to walk on water…

"Ryou…"

"Hm?" I answered half-heartedly.

"I'm hungry." You state, and right afterwards your stomach growls, proving the point. You merely stared down towards your abdomen and poked it rather childishly.

I stared at it, too. Would you let me poke it as well? I really wanted to. I'd like to rub it, also. Just like Buddha. "Rub his tummy for good luck!" Or so the saying goes… Would I get good luck from rubbing your tummy? Or bad luck instead?

"Ryou…" You warned, scattering my trail of thoughts away from your stomach. You always hated it when I drabble on about nothing. Why is that?

"It doesn't matter. Now go and cook something." You snarl, sneering evilly at me. I hate it when you read my thoughts. Why must you do so?

"Because you're my host, and I deserve to know what you're thinking. Wouldn't want you getting into a reckless act, now would I? Now feed me, you brat."

I stared tiredly at you and forced myself to get up from my bed. Just for the fun of it, I gave your stomach a small rub before I left through the hallway towards the kitchen. I suppose I'll find out later if luck's on my side or not.

I started making some noodles, not really wanting to make anything too complicated, when a thought suddenly occurred to me. I'm not your host anymore. You have your own body. Why do you still call me your host? I want to know why… Will you please tell me?

"…."

You don't answer from behind me, but I feel a long trail of thoughts through the mind-link. Do you not know? If you don't know then I'll never know. That's just how it is. Will you let me rub your tummy again? And maybe once more after that? Third time's always a charm, you know.

"Stop it, Ryou."

Stop what? Thinking? You're the one invading my thoughts. You don't have to read them, you know. But you always do.

"Ryou…"

Fine.

And that's that. I don't think. My mind goes blank, there's nothing there but the task at hand: Noodles.

…I really want to rub your tummy.

You sigh and leave the room, and I feel you close off the mind-link, a small surprise to me. Was I annoying you? I didn't mean to. It wasn't my fault. Maybe Malik can come over. Maybe I can rub his tummy. And Marik's. Though I might get bad luck from him. Oh, well. But perhaps afterwards we can all go and walk on water. We'll see who's innocent enough to stride across it. I bet we'll all fall in, and everyone will be cold, wet, and miserable.

Your noodles are done.

…And I still want to rub your tummy.