A/N:Just a quick question: Is there something wrong with this FF? I mean, so little people review it x.x Well, anyway, I will be updating, just not too frequently. I'm starting school now and a number of other time-eating activities... But I will write. So please review!
Black and White
Growling lowly behind the closed door was none other that Bakura. He glared at it for a few moments, until he could no longer hear the voices of the group and then turned on his heels.
He couldn't really understand Ryo's problem, but this had to end!
It had been annoying to explain to his principal that he was sick and wouldn't be going to school. But now this? He never expected them to come as far as to look for him.
Just the thought of it made him even angrier, actually. There was just something about letting Ryo near the ex Pharaoh and his goody-good friends that clicked something. He wanted to keep him away from them, to not let them touch him, even see him…
And why? He didn't know. He didn't have to know. He just wanted it and that was it. Still, he couldn't do it. He was a part of Ryo's life only because he didn't care enough to move out and start living by himself. He didn't have anything to do with the other boy, he shouldn't have anything to do with him!
Sure, it was nice to listen to him from time to time… And he could cook well and-
Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! WAIT! He didn't just think that, right!? He didn't care about him, damn it! Ryo could just go off and die if he wanted, it didn't matter to him. It shouldn't matter to him…
Yet it did. Somewhere deep down inside of him there was a little tiny part of him that wanted the boy to be alright and safe. It had been that part that had forced all of that anger that night.
It was that part that was getting him so annoyed and irritated now.
Rolling his eyes, he turned around and stared at the stairs. It was about damn time to get this over with!
He stumbled up, glad that the other was no longer yelling frantically in his head and blocked the mind link to make sure something like that wouldn't happen again – it had done nothing but worsen his mood.
Ryo had sounded so desperate back then. Begging him to chase the away. Why was that, again? Weren't those good-for-nothing little goof group members his friends or something? Why wouldn't he want them around? Bakura knew why he himself didn't want them, but why would Ryo-?
It probably had something to do with that fucking piece of shit that had actually dared to attacked him. Who did that human think he was!? He was glad he Thief King couldn't really have his way with him, or else he would be locked in a basement somewhere lying in a puddle of his own blood, still alive and feeling the tortures…
That image managed to bring forth a sick feeling of satisfaction to him. Sure, he wasn't able to do that, but he still did him in good. So good that people all around were still talking about it.
With a slightly better mood, he stopped in front of the door leading to the room of his light and looked down at the full plate of food that occupied the place in front of it. So he still hadn't gone out? It figured. He could at least take the food, damn it!
Oh, why did it even matter!? Te brat could do whatever he wanted! Be it starve to death in that damned room, or go out and continue his meaningless existence! It was his choice! His!
But if it was so, then why did Bakura want to get him out of there? Damn it, he hated how Ryo made him do such stupid things. It's not like he cared! He didn't!
But he was going to get him out of there. Whatever it took him, he was dragging him away from that damn room. It would be the smaller's choice of what to do then, but he was going to go out!
"Ryo," He banged on the door looking intensely at it. "Get out of there, now!"
No answer followed his forceful words and he only narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Why was he dong this, again?
Why had he done all of those things? Murder that piece of shit, bring him food, chase the Pharaoh's group away…
Why did he even think about him? He hadn't before. He hadn't cared-
NO! He DIDN'T care! He never did. Why would he have to care about anyone but himself? Everyone existed for their own good, lived their own lives. Why did he have to ever acknowledge anyone else?
Well, other people could deeply effect a person's life and since he had learned that at a really young age, he didn't really feel like allowing anyone else to ruin his again. Maybe that's why he didn't care – why he didn't want to care.
But… In a strange way, Ryo seamed to have also effected his life, but not in that same way as anyone else had. He hadn't ruined anything, he hadn't been in the Thief King's way, he had just… Been there.
And he continued to be. Even after Bakura treated him like everyone else – with that same spite and irritation, he kept him close. It was obvious his light didn't want him to go and he was doing everything for him without really having to and he-
Ugh! Where did that come from!? Bakura really had the feeling he'd been thinking too much lately. And especially, too much about Ryo.
"Open the damn door!" This time he practically yelled. He had gone this far, he wasn't turning away. "You're acting like a moron just wasting your time sulking! That pathetic excuse of a human didn't even rally do anything to you! And he's not going to have a second chance, believe me!"
For a few seconds the silence remained from the other side of the door, until something moved and light footsteps neared it again. There was a click and the handle turned.
Even though two days had passed, Ryo didn't look that much better. If nothing else, he looked even worse. His clothes were replaced by a light blue pajamas and some of the bruises seamed to have faded away… But he was even paler than before, his eyes fluffy from all of the crying. At least he wasn't now… And his eyes… Those same soft chocolate eyes that always gave away a bright and king feeling seamed to have dulled under the shock, pressure and depression.
"What… What do you mean?" He sounded just as weak as he had from their link. Damn it.
"Just, come down!" Bakura grabbed his wrist and started dragging him away, but the boy tripped in the plate in front of his room and almost fell down.
As instinct kicked in, the Thief King caught him, but soon realized the other had, at one phase or another, fainted… Probably from lack of food.
"You idiot!" Despite his annoyed words, he picked the boy up and moved him down stares. Maybe he could try that cooking book again – he would wake up sooner or later.