Starved
Bakura doesn't like to eat and there isn't much Ryou can do about it. But when Bakura nearly passes out, will Ryou realize that Bakura needs help?
a/n: This is for Cheysuli-Night! Thanks Cheysuli, this'll be fun, hard, but fun to write!
Bakura's POV
I sat up in my bed and felt a groan escape my lips without my consent. I got out of what Ryou called a hospital yesterday, after over a week around those fools and I was still sore from waist to neck.
I don't see why everyone made such a fuss over my not eating much. I was dieting, Ra! They're even making me take some Ra damned pills! I don't need them! I thought at least Ryou would understand! I mean really! What the bloody hell is wrong with people these days? Damn! My hikaris coming!
Ryou knocked on my door, yes I knew it was him! "What?"I said, maybe too harshly. "Bakura? Can I come in?"he asked softly, putting his hand on the knob, yes, I knew that too! Hm, let's see, let the devil in or ignore him? I think I'll let him in. "Ya, come in!"I yelled back, leaning back into my dark red sheets.
Ryou came in hesitantly, as if I would suddenly jump out nowhere and attack him, hm, not a bad idea. Then the shrimp walked over to my bed. "How are you feeling?"he asked, sitting next to me.
How am I feeling? How am I FEELING? What does he think? I feel like shit! One because I have to fucking eat a lot of food, two because I'm recovering or something, three because I don't know!
"I feel like crap!"I hissed, surprised at how I sounded. I didn't know I sounded so, moody. "Do you want to take something, watch TV..?"he asked me, smiling with that angelic smile again. Oh how I hate it, so innocent. Just like I used to be like. "Bakura?"he said, snapping me out of my daze.
"Huh, oh, TV would be ok. Thanks."I muttered, pulling myself up again and panting from the use of energy. Damn! I'm fucking weak now! "Ok. Bakura, do you want to go downstairs? I'll help you."Ryou asked, putting out a hand.
I want to watch TV, but not want help from a weakling. TV is worth slight loss of pride, right? I guess so, I guess. "Ok, help?"I asked, excepting his hand, yep, my pride is crushed, yep, gone, dead. His eyes gained a slight sparkle and he pulled me up.
I immediately fell into his arms, clutching his shoulders to keep from falling to the ground. I felt his hands under my arms and lift me into them. Ah! WAY TOO CLOSE. "Ryou!" I screeched, surprised at the high note, and wiggled, despite the burning pain in my stomach.
"Oh! Did I hurt you?"he cried, sitting me down on the bed and bending to see if I'd been injured. "Not really, it's just-"I stopped, suddenly highly self conscious and embarressed. "Just what?"he asked, curiousity presant in his eyes. "Just, too close."I said quickly, looking away.
He stared at me in his catlike curiousity and smiled. "Then we should hurry it up, shouldn't we?"he asked, reaching out a hand again, which I silently excepted. Ryou lifted me into his arms again, which I guess he thought was easy, despite how obese I look. I felt tears of confusion in my eyes as I stared into Ryou's neck.
"What's wrong Bakura?"he asked, once again, more asking, stroking at my hair. "N-Nothing.."I hear myself stutter out as I clutch harder at my hikari's t-shirt. Why am I so confused? What's wrong with me?
DAK: So, what do you guys think?