~12/19/20~
o/`Trudging onward
o/`Braving a harsh winter storm
o/`You and I
o/`Met passing by
o/`And now our spirits feel warm
It was snowing. And two people were outside.
The same two people walking the same route they always did. One of them was out because he wanted to see if anyone interesting was out. The other was out because he wanted to see if anything interesting was happening. But both found nothing. Which would have been no surprise to them... had they bothered to pay attention to the weather report for that afternoon like everyone else had.
The winds suddenly picked up and it started snowing harder. The two lone wanderers hugged themselves trying to get warm.
Bakura realized that he had stupidly forgotten to put on his gloves, so he reached his shivering hands into his pockets and took them out then put them on. At least his head was warm.
On the other hand, Marik's thin purple gloves did nothing to keep the cold or snow out. But like with Bakura, at least his head was warm and his nose wasn't red or running as it usually was.
It started snowing harder. The white fury of the wind seemed to remind the two walkers how cold and alone they were. The snow was starting to stick to their boots and it was getting hard to walk through the streets.
They put their heads down so the harsh wind wouldn't bite at their faces. Bakura shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, trying to keep warm, and felt the hard shapes of the small things he had stolen that day. Marik pulled his hat down tighter and readjusted the bag around his wrist to keep it from brushing against the snow.
They both were freezing despite their warm clothing. They shivered. At the same time, a few feet from each other, they briefly looked up to make sure they weren't walking into anything. While still looking up, they noticed each other. Their eyes met.
It was a perfectly normal occurence. Just two people on a cold snowy day, simply passing by on the way home.
But this was different. Because for some reason, they held the other's gaze as they passed.
But this was different. Because time seemed to slow for the two of them as they looked into each other's eyes.
But this was different. Because for the first time in... wow he couldn't even remember how long it had been... Bakura felt a warmth inside him that confused and comforted him. And he knew that it was because of this nameless passerby.
But this was different. Because for some reason, Marik saw this random passerby, not as a stranger, but as a potential friend. Though it was probably a hopeless fantasy, he still liked the idea and the warmth it brought him.
But this was different. Because not every two people passing by each other have what might be seen, but neither of them saw yet, as love at first sight.
They passed.
They looked away from each other.
Bakura rapidly blinked as he snapped out of... whatever he had been in. What was that? he wondered. What the hell just happened to me? What was that? I probably just imagined things because my mind is as bored as I am. I couldn't have possibly felt something even remotely close to a personal connection to someone. And not some random mortal I passed on the street. I don't feel those kinds of things. Not even to Ryou. But why do I...
Marik was having the same kind of reaction. What just happened? he asked himself. Did that person just do some random psychic emotional thing to me? What was that wierd feeling I just had? No, I can't have felt something friendly towards some random person I don't even know. And even if I did, it probably wouldn't happen anyway. My lonely mind was probably just making things up. Right? But why...
Both of them ended up brushing off the incidence from their minds. The thoughts of it were brushed out of their minds like the snow they brushed off their coats.