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!
Warnings: Shounen ai, maybe yaoi, cursing in Bakura's POV and other, mentions of rape, warnings continuing on into infinity.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, DON'T SUE. I'm broke anyway and am as much tricky as Yami Bakura on the show, hehehe...
Ryou's POV
After I carried Bakura downstairs and he settled on the couch, I went to make some cheese and crackers. I wonder what possessed him to stop eating like that? Was that what killed him back in Ancient Egypt? He never told me about his past and now I'm as curious as ever. I felt a sharp sting as I sliced my finger instead of the cheese. Bakura stuck his head past the wall. "Are you ok?"he asked, softly. "Yes."I answer, smiling at him. He pulled his head back out of the room and I started sucking on the wound. Ow. I guess I was preoccupied.
I finished making the small snack and went into the living room where Bakura was, settling on the cushion next to him while balancing the plate on my knee. I noticed Bakura eye it and nearly retch. "Not more food!"he complained, covering his mouth and giving me a dirty look. Sometimes, I forget how adorable he can be, he is flawless. Perfect, pale complexion, beautiful, bright blue, chromeish eyes. I do know we look alike, but, we're different. I just can't describe it.
Oh dear, I guess I slipped into thought again because Bakura's giving me a strange look. I picked up a small cracker sandwich and faced him. "No! Anything but that!"he screamed, trying to move away. "Sorry Bakura, you're dangerously thin, this must be done."I said, smiling humorously as he started screeching, I pulled him up close and... the doorbell rings. Damn bastards. I stood, Bakura smirking, relieved, and walked to the door. I opened it. It was my neighbor, who was also a social worker, and probably heard Bakura's screams of bloody murder. Shit. I'm in deep fried skilleted shit.
"Ryou, may I speak with you. Privately?"she asked innocently. Innocent my ass! I looked back at Bakura and he flashed me a grin, turning back to the television. I followed the annoyingly happy woman, who seemed to scurry like a rat and stopped in the hallway. "Well, dear, I need to ask you some questions."
Freak in the Shadows: Yes, I changed my username. Anyway, do you this chapter? I'm sorry it's short, but this was an awesome ending. But, I'm starting the second chapter immediately.