B-o-n-d-s
Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I told you I owned Yu-Gi-Oh? Nah, huh? Thought so.
Author NotesI got this idea a few days ago and it took me a while to develop it fully in my head. I've never written anything like this before...I think...but since I already felt inspired...Yeah. Thanks to all of you for reviewing!
Warning: Not yaoi!
Sympathy
Ryou and Yami Bakura
He glanced at the white haired boy in absolute annoyance, watching him standing in front of the stove patiently, albeit wearily. He was dressed in his pajamas, brims of cotton pants covering the front of his slippers slightly. He was wobbling to and fro slightly, gazing at the teapot tiredly, waiting for the water inside to boil. A pair of teabags was in his hand, dangling limply from his fingers, poised over the stove.
Turning his head away from the scene, he frowned, hearing him sniffle and then hearing the, already familiar rustling sound that indicated his search for handkerchiefs. He rolled his eyes in irritation when a blowing sound followed, accompanied by another less audible sniffle and then a soft sigh.
He couldn't understand how could someone get sick like that. Cold or flu, or what ever they called it, was something he was totally unfamiliar with. He scoffed, sitting on the sofa, holding the remote in his hand and currently in the middle of channel surfing. He had never been sick...hurt and injured, perhaps, yes, but sick? He shook his head in disgust, glaring at the wimpy boy in the kitchen.
"Achoo!"
Was heard from the kitchen right after that and a grimace crossed his face. Was that contagious? He did mention he got it from Tristan, who got it from Joey, who got it from...His eyes widened. It was contagious.
"Oh, crap," he muttered and quickly scooted away when he saw him approaching. Ryou was just about to ask him if he wanted a cup of tea, when the thief and his current housemate got up from the sofa, watching him as if he had a plague.
"Get away from me!" He barked and the boy stopped dead in his tracks, the sudden outburst startling him slightly. He was already used to that but somehow, every time he snapped at him, he couldn't help but flinch inwardly. "Get those gems away from me!"
Ryou blinked in confusion. Gems? What gems? When he finally understood what he meant by that, he wanted to offer him an explanation regarding gems and germs, but was hindered when a strong, raking sensation swept through him and instead of saying the words, he started coughing madly, remembering to put a hand in front of his mouth on time. The thief backed away from him quickly, though, standing in front of the doors and glaring at him in utter horror.
"I'm out of here!" He exclaimed in bewilderment and turned around to grab the door handle. With a final thud of the doors behind him, he was gone, leaving Ryou to stare after him oddly.
"How strange," he murmured when he breathed in some air again and his lungs calmed down a bit. To see the tomb robber afraid of catching the cold... It was the season, after all.
He jerked a bit when a loud, whistling sound pierced his ears and he turned around as fast as he could without making his head spin. The water was boiling inside the teapot and taking a few, painful steps forward, he dipped the teabags into the water, turning the heater off.
With a sigh, he opened a cupboard and retrieved his favorite mug out, deciding to lie down on the sofa and watch TV since it was already on. Glancing one more time through the window in the living room, he took the mug and dragged himself to the sofa, sitting down slowly, the blue of the TV screen accentuating the paleness of his skin and dark circles under his eyes even more. He hoped he would come back soon – the night was rather chilly and if he stayed out for too long, he just might catch a cold with or without his help.
He allowed himself to smile a bit – what a sight it would be to see the fearless ruler of the Shadow Realm in his pajamas, coughing all day long...
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After seeing a few of the puny mortals sneezing and sniffling around him, Bakura has had enough of walking down the streets aimlessly. Stuffing cold hands in his pockets, he growled, muttering something under his breath, now walking down the familiar path home. And what a home it was...where a wimp of a hikari would greet him, while spitting and spluttering all sorts of diseases and illnesses at him. When he reached the doors, he stopped briefly to reconsider that thought.
Could he get sick in the first place? Since, after all – he was the ancient spirit of the Millennium Ring...
He let out a snort and entered the house slowly, searching for any sign of the white haired boy. He scanned the living room quickly, noticing the TV still on, the mug on the glass coffee table and one of his slippers, sticking out from the sofa. So, the mortal was still awake...
Closing the doors behind him, he started approaching him cautiously, ready to run away if the wimp dared to open his mouth to spread anything around him, but when a still figure of Ryou greeted him, he stopped, sighing in relief softly. He was sleeping, his mouth slightly agape, taking deep breaths since his nose was incapable of drawing in air at the moment.
His hair was tousled a bit, sprawled all over the pillow, hands resting on his chest in a peaceful manner. It looked like he was praying in his sleep.
He turned his attention to the TV screen, seeing nothing but commercials on. With one click of the remote button, the TV fell silent, darkness engulfing the room in silence. Only one shiny beam of moonlight crept in through the window, illuminating the pale face of the boy and he stared at him, his facial expression unreadable.
Something flickered over his face for just a second and he moved, his hand reaching for the blanket on the sofa. He unfolded the warm cover, raising it up in the air briefly to lower it down on him a moment later, not to subtly but not to roughly either, not wanting to wake him up. The boy stirred slightly in his slumber, and the thief barely suppressed a snort when he heard a whistling sound, coming from his nose when he tried to exhale that way. Then, he went back to dreaming, making the tomb robber look at him one last time before he ascended up the stairs to get some sleep. He decided to ignore the faint throbbing in his head; he'd had headaches before...
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"Here you go," Ryo said with a smile the next morning and then quickly backed away from the thief when he gave him a murderous look, almost snatching the mug from him and spilling the content all over himself. Ryou went back to the kitchen to make himself some tea, as well, leaving the thief to sit on the sofa with the blanket wrapped around him tightly.
His face was oddly flushed and his eyes revealed everything about his current state. He growled, not knowing what was worse – the headache, the sore throat, the high temperature, the ache in every bone and muscle in his body or the flood in his nose that he was forced to blow and wipe every minute. The pile of handkerchiefs on the sofa and across the floor was increasing steadily.
Ryou sat down on the sofa after a few moments, careful not to sit too close, though and turned the TV on. When he glanced at his yami, he almost grinned at his appearance – tangled hair, weary eyes and the thermometer, dangling from his mouth. He looked like he wanted to bite his head off.
Ryou sighed, glancing out the window and at the rainy Sunday morning.
"Well, now at least you know how it is to have a cold," he said in a good-natured tone, earning a I'm-going-to-strangle-you-to-death look from him in return. Ryou simply averted his gaze away, telling him to take a sip of green tea to get well.
"Oh, and thank you for being so kind to me yesterday," he added, smiling at him appreciatively. Bakura was just about to take a sip when Ryou said that, making the thief's eyes widen and his lips parting in surprise. Forgetting about the thermometer in his mouth, he let the thing fall right into his tea with a clang, making Ryou gawk at him strangely for a second, before he started laughing merrily at the scene.
Bakura was left to growl at the thermometer, the mug in his hands, the stupid wimp by his side...and the whole world in general.
"Crap."
Started and finished – 22/02/2005
Last words- Uhm, well...what do you think? I hope you liked it! ÷winks÷
Kind of inspired by my own cold...err, flu...err...what ever I had...O.o
-Alena-