Ryou remained motionless. Seto told him to do nothing unless the Pharaoh told him to. Ryou glanced at the Pharaoh as he slept. He almost looked benign as he slept among pillows and blankets. The fire was dieing out and Ryou slipped to the cold stone floor, padding over and looking for wood, hoping he could lift it. It was still dark and cold out and if the Pharaoh woke for being cold, he didn't want to know what the Pharaoh would do to fix the problem. The Pharaoh didn't have any personal attendants that stayed in his quarters or anywhere close enough to answer his beck and call (Ryou rolled his eyes at the cliché but remembered it was a painful truth for most slaves). Ryou wondered if that was his purpose but Seto laughed at the idea. Ryou had other purposes involving the Pharaoh's disposal.
Yami started at the soft tread of feet and saw the slight boy tending the fire. He was a considerate boy but it was most likely due to fear of his "Master" waking. Yami would most definitely chew Seto out at the least for this. He couldn't let Ryou free though. Seto would just as easily take him for his personal servant and that wouldn't be any better than his current position. It would be far worse.
"You don't have to tend the fire." Yami slid from his own bed, fearing the boy would burn himself as he struggled with the wood. Ryou started at Yami being awake and very close to him. He took the wood from Ryou's hands without causing a splinter but he still drew a flinch for his proximity. He tossed wood on and noticed the boy still stood, shivering. "Are you all right Ryou?" Yami asked, looking at the trembling boy.
"Yes, Pharaoh."
"Yami. You look terrified." Yami knelt and noted a scratch on his arm. "You're too young to tend fires that require the attention mine seems to. Why are you tending it?" Yami asked. He knelt and took Ryou's hand, checking for splinters.
"I'm your servant Yami, I'm supposed to make sure you're comfortable."
"I'm more comfortable knowing you aren't struggling near a fireplace that has room enough for you to fall in it. You have a splinter." Yami removed it without extracting so much as a whimper from the boy. "Are you all right? You look as if you haven't slept."
"I haven't."
"What's wrong?" Yami asked.
"Nothing." Ryou said.
"Are you cold?" Yami touched his arm and was started by the cold, clammy skin.
"Yes." Yami stood and the boy followed his footsteps to Yami's bedside. Ryou crawled in and Yami started.
"Would you rather have a blanket?" Yami asked.
"Whatever you desire." Ryou was already half asleep and Yami sighed. He eased into the other side and it was startlingly cold. He shook his head as he glanced at the fast asleep boy. At least he wasn't trying to seduce Yami. After Bakura, he wouldn't put it past the younger, sweet faced brother.
Author: Once again, first Yuugi fic, any suggestions? May get a higher rating later, suggest pairings etc etc. Need coffee now.