Hello everyone! Back from a long break. After editing the last two chapters, I uploaded chap. Three. Enjoy and thanks for the reviews everyone!
The moon was at certain fullness tonight. The way the stars seemed to cling to it made it even more appealing.
The abnormally thin spirit had allowed Ryou to leave food by his side. The boy had cast a fearful look at him, taking in the hunched position and the silence. Bakura hated noise. He hated it along with his Hikari's fear of him. The window seat was hard, but it served its purpose.
Across from the neighbor's peaked roof the moon could be clearly seen at this time of night. His legs were drawn beneath him and he had placed his upper body in such an odd angle so that the cat was protected from the cold air that the window leaked and the eyes of his Hikari.
The cat had been bandaged and tufts of calico fur stuck out between the white gauze. Bakura wished that whatever or whoever had attacked a creature so frail could be hurt. The animal was purring gently against the blue and white striped shirt. His jeans chaffed his legs with every small movement due to his position. He shifted slightly to rest is legs up in a V shaped position. Blood began to circulate in his legs and he relaxed slumped against the wall of the window seat.
A small sigh of pleasure escaped pale lips at the tingling feeling.
"I wish I could purr cat." Bakura cast his red gaze onto the cat. The feline lifted her head at the sound of his voice and gave an unhappy meow at being disturbed form her cat thoughts. "It must be nice. You can show people your emotions easily.
"We worshiped you in Egypt because of your skills, later, from what I've heard form Hikari, your kind were persecuted for being the familiars of the magic community."
Green eyes blinked slowly.
"Does that mean that you'll risk being with a person that can summon the shadows?"
The cat flinched at the last part and flexed its nails into the shirt. Nuzzling closer to a warmer chest area, the cat relaxed and fell asleep.
Ryou had left earlier today for school. His small frame ran around the cluttered house as his cell phone rang. He answered it and called to the spirit that he would be late coming home.
It didn't bother Bakura. Ryou was always telling him to leave while he was the one that left him. The after school activities had increased lately.
The cat looked at the saucer of milk in disdain.
"You've got to eat." Bakura frowned at the unhappy look the cat was giving him and for his hypocrisy.
"I've know cats who could do worse than what you've got in front of you.
"Fine. Have it your way." He gingerly bent down and picked up the blue patterned saucer. The plate was cool from the temperature of the milk. While emptying the dish of it contents the cabinets above the sink were inspected for food a cat could eat. Becoming frustrated, the saucer was swept to the side and more drawers and even the pantry were checked. Nothing.
The cat waited patiently on the small green rug. The bandages needed changing badly.
Bakura took the refrigerator as the last resort to edible food and inspected the inside of it. The cat mewled as a large turkey that was in the process of being cut up to use as lunch meat appeared.
The bird had most of the choice meat carved off it. The platter was set down unto to wooden butchers block and a knife was retrieved. The glittering blade reflected the hunger in Bakura's eyes. Brought out of the knife's entrancing appearance, Bakura cut into the bird.
The cat graciously accepted the turkey without any complaints.
As the knife lay there, Bakura ran his index finger over the angled tip. A thin trail of blood appeared and soaked into the wooden island. He brought the finger up to his mouth and nursed the cut. His blood tasted metallic.
The knife was soon grabbed as the blood began to clot and he slid down to the floor. The cat continued eating the turkey as Bakura raised the carving knife to draw more patterns on his wrist. He watched mesmerized as the shaper blade dug easily into the soft flesh. Blood began to flow more freely than normal, compared to the safety blade's flow. It began to run hot and sticky down his arms. The fingers clenched around the knife's handle weakly dropped the tool. As Bakura's mind began to drift away to an exhausted sleep he saw green eyes and then his eyes shut. The heavy burden lifted.
Ha! Cliffie! Thanks everyone that reviewed! I really tried to write a tearjerker but it kind of didn't come out the way I wanted it to. Leave a review if you have time or PM me and tell me what you think. Chao!
