Yes, I know It's been two weeks... LEAVE ME ALONE! -curls into fetal position- It's hard... I try... But I am swamped this year, and I have this History internal coming up and this English assignment and theres this Science internal and... and... -cries- You know the worst thing?
My INTERNET GOT CUT OFF! -cries- And then... I hacked onto my aunts, and I'm using that, and THEN she tells me it isnt unlimited, and I can only go on for half an hour a day! NOT FAIR! -cries- Bleh.
Oh, did I mention my computer broke? That also slowed things down. xD
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Yeah. onwards!
"Yami?" Ryou's voice was muffled as he pulled his white school shirt over his head. "Yami, I agreed to meet up with Yugi after school, and I don't know when I'm going to be back. Is that alright with you?" The light smiled as he fluffed his hair out from under the collar of his shirt, grabbing at a brush.
"Sure." Bakura yawned from his place in the bed. "Just... don't be too late now, will you?" Ryou smiled and nodded, doing the buttons up on his blue coat. "Good. I wish you didn't have to go to school... I wish I saw more of you." The whitenette smiled, placing a quick peck on the yamis lips, before hoisting the black leather case in his hands.
"I'm going to try out for school band today." Ryou blushed slightly, ducking his head. Bakura grinned ruffling a few strands of the lights pale hair. "You think I will make it? I haven't really played for so long..."
"You were practicing just a few minutes ago." Bakura smiled. "And you were brilliant. Now come here." Ryou yelped, giggling as Bakura engulfed him in a tight embrace. "Now." The light gasped, his face flushing further as the spirit whacked him firmly around the rear. "Get to school. Look at the time, you're going to be late!" Ryou bit his lip, his eyes widening at the time on the clock.
"Oh no!" Ryou moaned, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. "Bye yami!" He gave Bakura a final quick kiss. "I'll see you in the afternoon!" The yami was silent as impassive as Ryou hurried out the door. Before snorting, returning back to his bed to have a good sleep. It had taken a good hour last night to crack the security code placed around the high-class music store, and then after that was the vault at the jewelers, (although it was definitely worth it.) And he would have to take those in somewhere today, to get them traded in. After all, someone had to pay the bills. Ryou didn't notice (Because Bakura didn't let him see) the rude letters the credit-card company sent him about the thousand of dollars he owed and his father neglected to pay off, thinking eight hundred dollars a month would be enough to live off. Idiot.
Bakura yawned, burying his head deep in the pillow as he drifted back into a deep sleep.
"Thanks for letting me come over today." Ryou smiled at the shorter teen, sighing softly as he relaxed into the upholstery. "I do really need to talk." Yugi smiled, setting the opened can of soda on the table in front of the whitenette.
"That's okay, Bakura." Yugi said gently. "I'm always here to talk. If you're in trouble, I'll give you a helping hand." Ryou smiled gratefully, taking a sip of the soda.
"I just feel really mixed up right now... He's been hurting me for so long... and then all of a sudden he just changes. Part of me wants to believe it, Yugi, but then again, I just feel suspicious. This morning, I wake up to find a solid silver flute for me. He's being so kind and tender, and I just want to give in to it so badly, but part of me is just so... wary. I don't know..." Ryou put his heads in his hands, feeling defeated. Yugi frowned, nibbling on his lower lip gently.
"What do you mean, 'he's been hurting you for so long'?" Yugi frowned, his gaze scrutinous. "Bakura... Exactly how long have you owned the ring now?" He inquired, his gaze odd as he looked at Ryou.
"U-Umm..." Ryou kept his eyes downcast, a slender finger tracing a pattern on the tabletop. "W-well... My father gave it to me when I was nine..." biting his lower lip, Ryou sighed, his forehead in the palm of his hand. Yugi was stricken.
"Oh, Bakura..." He breathed, his eyes wide. "Oh geeze... I didn't know you had it so long..." Ryou let out a long, shuddering sigh, lifting his head from his hands.
"Yeah." He said softly, his warm chocolate orbs downcast. "It was a few years before he started actually hurting me though, and by then, it was too late..." A small smile crossed the lights lips.
"Too late for what?" The shorter of the pair inquired, taking another sip of his soda. Ryou blushed, gazing down for a moment, before smiling wider, a strange look in his eyes.
"Well... By then, I started getting some... weird feelings towards him. I was really, really scared, not just because he was hurting me, because I was getting a crush on a guy... and, well, my father always told me it was wrong..." Ryou sighed, leaning back into the couch. "I just keep thinking about it. If I had told him about the feelings I had, would things be different? I-I mean, I was only nine, ten years old... I guess it's just too young." The light frowned, nibbling on his lower lip softly. "I can't help but think about all of the 'what ifs'. It's driving me crazy."
"But does it really matter?" Yugi inquired in his gentle voice. "Don't you have what you want?" Ryou looked down at his hands, looking deep in thought. "You told me, all you ever wanted was to be cared for, And now you have that and..." The tri-coloured-haired boy frowned, trying to phrase his next few words. "Well... Are you going to let it past you by because you have a few bad feelings? Bakura... If you let things go back to the way they were, he will kill you. You know this, I know this." He let out a long sigh. "I hate to see you so upset."
"I hate being so upset." Ryou replied softly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to really trust him. I mean... What's the worst that could happen?"
Ryou sighed gently, closing the door with a soft click behind him. The apartment was silent but for the tinny sound of the T.V, and the busy street below. He smiled, dropping his school gear on the small kitchen table as he headed to the couch, giggling as he threw himself into the demons warm embrace. He felt Bakura smile, the bony fingers weave through his hair, as the light tightened his arms around Bakura's neck.
"I got into the band." Ryou smiled, leaning into the demons shoulder. "I didn't get first chair, because it was only my first day, but if I keep it up, then he'll definitely think about it for next semester." The corners of the demons lips raised slightly, continuing to gently fluff Ryou's white fluffy locks, like duckling down. The delicious scent of strawberries wafted over him, more relaxing than an aromatherapy oil. Bakura yawned softly, nuzzling his head into the arm of the couch. It was a cramped fit, both of them only on a two-seater, but it was cozy, Ryou's head pillowed by the demons shoulder as he gazed lazily at the T.V.
"Sleepy?" Ryou lifted his head and smiled at the yami. "What have you been doing today?" Bakura shrugged, his hands snaking around the lights waist as he buried his head in the lights hair. Ryou squeaked as the demons slender fingers danced over his flat stomach, which turned into a moan as Bakura applied more pressure, fingers massaging slim, feminine hips.
"Not much." The yami murmured into the teen's hair, a smile on his face. "You know, mugged a few people, robbed a bank, sent this jerk to the shadow realm..." Ryou giggled, looking up at Bakura.
"You're funny sometimes, you know." He said in his soft voice hinting at a British accent, silver bangs falling over his wide chocolate eyes. Bakura bit his lip. He looked so... yummy. He wanted to... rip his clothes off with his teeth and ravish him.
"Who said I was joking?"
Bakura had a pensive look on his face as he watched Ryou scurry around making food in the kitchen. The light looked so pretty, wearing a faded pair of jeans and a plain grey shirt with a light blue apron. So plain yet so... He shook his head. Damnit, what was wrong with him? I don't know where to draw the line. The demon inwardly moaned. What are these strange feelings I have? It's like... Like a whole new person. He's irritating at times, I'll give him that, but I've never seen someone change so much. I can't believe how much this tiny lie has affected him. Bakura leaned his head in his arms, sprawled at the kitchen table as he continued to stare at Ryou. He's so clingy. Especially when we kiss, he won't let go. And it didn't take him long to decide to trust me. He really, really wants this.
Can I tell the truth and tell him that it's all a lie?
Bakura smiled.
Of course.
"Dinners ready!" The whitenette chirruped, setting the plate down in front of Bakura. "Now I know you like marinated lamb chops, so don't complain that they taste bad." The demon snorted, rolling his eyes.
"I never complain about your food." He said, attacking the food with a knife. "Your food is the best I've ever had." Ryou blushed.
"Awh, you're just saying that." He said softly, lowering his gaze to the ground. "I'm not that good."
"You're excellent!" Bakura retaliated. "I mean it. You could like, be a chef or something when you left school... If you didn't want to be a shrink."
"Child therapist." Ryou corrected, smiling. "I've been through enough of them to know when someone is helping you, and someone is just being annoying and thinking you're crazy." He sighed. "And the reason I'm such a good cook is because I've been cooking for myself for years. I usually have nothing else to do." The light looked glum, resting his chin in one hand.
"Oh, Ryou." Bakura murmured, one hand trailing at his cheek. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be sorry." Ryou sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. "It wasn't your fault." Silence hung, thick and heavy in the air. Both knew that it was.
Goddamn it! Bakura sighed, his mouth full of food. What the hell is he doing? I'm feeling... Well, the fact that I'm feeling anything is just... Fuck. This is a game. A stupid game. Ryou's emotions are nothing. Just dice and counters in this game. I'm supposed to be winning, but I'm losing... Ryou is manipulating meGods... I have to stop this, I have to win, I can't lose this, I just can't. He is weak, nothing. He cannot win this. He can't...
"Yami, a-are you okay?" Ryou's soft voice broke through the demons bitter thoughts. "Why are you so quiet?" There is was again, that gentle, accented voice, those wide, curious brown eyes, Oh god...
"I-I'm fine." Bakura said stiffly, staring down at his plate. "R-Really." He shoveled the last bit of food into his mouth, having trouble swallowing.
"Okay." The light frowned as he tilted his head slightly to the right. "You just seem a little preoccupied." Bakura smiled softly, biting his lip.
"Ryou." He said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ears. "Come here." The whitenette looked confused, but obeyed, leaving his half-finished food. "Here." Bakura took him in his arms, pulling Ryou into his lap. The scent of the lights strawberry shampoo filled his senses once more, Bakura winding his arms tightly around his slender chest. Ryou sighed, leaning his head on the yamis shoulder.
"I don't care what other people say." Ryou murmured softly, his arms wrapped around the yamis neck. "You're the greatest person ever." Bakura bit his lip, his insides turning into mush at the lights words. Oh crap...
"I think you're the greatest person ever as well." The demon whispered softly, his nose buried in the lights silky hair. "I don't deserve someone like you." Ryou smiled, gently closing his eyes. He believed him.
"Why can't you sleep?" Ryou asked softly, shifting his gaze from the ceiling to gaze at the yami, shifting over on his side, and resting his head on one hand.
"I don't know." Bakura muttered, rolling over onto his side. Away from Ryou. "I just..." He sighed, Ryou frowning as he gazed at the light. "Never mind."
"I do mind." The light said softly, shifting over so he was on his stomach. "I care about you, Yami, I love you." Bakura sighed, staring at Ryou in the moonlight. He looked beautiful, with his pale hair and skin, silver stud earring glinting in the silvery glow.
"Why don't you take these out," Bakura fingered one of Ryou's earlobes. "And let them close over?" The whitenette shook his head, eyes lowering sadly to the ground.
"I can't do that." He said softly, nibbling on his lower lip. "You know I can't, they're all I have left of her..."
"Softie." Bakura snorted, wrapping his arms around the light in a hug. "I worry about you, Ryou. You play flute, your hair is longer than most women, you like to cook, you have pierced ears, you're gayer than springtime..."
"Yami." Ryou pouted, a frown on his face. "That's not nice." The look on the lights face almost made Bakura want to cry, and in fact, a burning sensation did well behind his eyes momentarily, before he tightened his gruff hug on the young teen, his eyes clenched tightly shut.
"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I really am. I didn't mean it. I really, really didn't." Ryou sighed, one hand trailing across the yamis face. He frowned as he lifted his fingers away. They felt wet...
"Y-Yami?" Ryou stammered, struggling to look Bakura in the eye. "Are you crying?" Bakura growled, shoving the light away as he buried his head in the pillow.
"No." The spirit muttered, his arms hugging at the pillow. Ryou's mouth fell open, and his eyes widened even further as he sat up in bed.
"Oh, yami..." He breathed, leaning over Bakura. "Oh, y-yami, I didn't mean it, really, I didn't..."
"It's not that." The demon snarled into the pillow. His hold tightening. "It's nothing. Leave me alone, Ryou, and go to sleep. It's late, and you have school tomorrow." Ryou frowned, silent as he lay back down on the pillow. Gazing unblinkingly at Bakura. One hand groped for his in the darkness, and the light squeezed at the spirits fingers, letting out a soft sigh.
Bakura gently clenched his fingers in response, struggling to stem the flow of tears.
It was half-past-ten when Bakura finally lifted his head from the pillow. Ugh. He felt terrible. And looked it. The demon scowled as he glared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His eyes were still red-rimmed, and his face was streaked with tearstains. Damnit. He inwardly cursed. Goddamnt it. Why is this affecting me, how is Ryou doing this? What's going on? Bakura rubbed at his eyes tiredly, sniffing, before he started running the water for a bath. He loved baths. Good long soaks always seemed to help him think clearer. And he usually felt a bit better afterwards, as well.
Bakura sighed as he leaned his head back in the hot water around ten minutes later. Idly, he gazed at the furls of steam that wafted from the hot water, dispersing in the foggy bathroom air. Sitting back up, the demon curled into a tight ball, arms wrapped around his knees, as he stared at his toes through the clear water (He despised bubble baths), chewing on his lower lip.
He really didn't know what to think. It was all so confusing, so hard, and Bakura didn't know the name of the strange, alien emotions that resided in his chest. All he seemed to be able to think about was Ryou. Plain, pretty Ryou, with large brown eyes and silver hair and a soft voice that made Bakura feel all gooey inside. Where did all of this come from? Why did he all of a sudden have these warm, fuzzy feelings for the teen? Was it because Ryou had never been able to show the yami how much he loved him until now? Because Ryou did more than tremble in the shadows or blunder around making mistakes? Goddamn it, what was it? He wasn't going to rest until he knew.
Leaning back, Bakura let the water rinse through his hair. The steam was making his head throb, but he didn't mind. It was nice to just lie back, close his eyes, and let himself become totally submerged by the hot water. It was like floating, really, just below the surface. Until you had to come up for air.
Bakura waited for almost three minutes until he had to breath, his head breaking the water with a sharp gasp, taking in deep lungfuls of damp air. The spirit smiled wryly at his wrinkling fingers, trembling as they regained oxygen. He really shouldn't do that. It killed brain cells, according to Ryou.
Damnit. Back to Ryou again. Bakura sighed, running a hand through wet bangs. He didn't know what to do. It was fun, beating and dominating the little squirt, but it felt... Good, to hold him in his arms, to gently kiss him goodnight, to have Ryou warm and happy and smiling.
But it was more fun to beat and dominate him, really. At least that way, he didn't feel as though he were walking on eggshells, as though he was going to do something wrong...
But there was something in Ryou's eyes, a new light, whenever he looked at him. A genuine smile, a happy tone in his soft voice. Could he really take that away?
Growling out loud, Bakura punched at the tiled wall. It hurt him a lot, and didn't make him feel any better at all. Swearing, The demon held his fist, his forehead balancing on his knees.
Bakura was in the bath thinking for over an hour, but it never came to him that he might have been in love with Ryou.
-blinks- You all know what's coming up. ANGST! DEATH! SUICIDE! MASOCHISM!
-cough-
I was mostly joking.
Mostly.
R&R?