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Ryou looked around the room. He looked down, and saw his shirt was off. He blushed and saw all the bandages wrapped around his torso and arms. Then there was the biggest shocker, he was in an actual bed! Did he really hit his head that hard? Then he heard footsteps. He was sad, because the dream would probably fade and he'd be snapped back into reality. But when he saw who came in, he was confused. It wasn't his father, and he actually looked a lot like himself. What was even stranger was that he had food. It smelled good, and Ryou guessed he'd probably just brought it in the room to torture him. Bakura walked over and sat down on the bed giving Ryou one of the plates full of french toast, pancakes, and bacon. He held it out to him. "This is for you Ryou, please take it. I am Bakura." He said. Ryou looked at the plate in wonderment. His hand shook as he took the plate. He looked down at it.
"You can eat it you know. I'm not going to punish you like your father." Bakura said. Ryou winced. Feeling the bandages on his head, he started remembering the night before and he whimpered. "You don't have to be afraid, I won't ever do that to you." Bakura said as he offered a warm smile. He took his own plate and started eating. Ryou simply stared at his own food. It smelled so delicious. It was too good to be true. He picked up a piece of bacon and nibbled at it. His eyes widened. It was absolutely delicious! It tasted like maple, and it wasn't too salty or too sweet. He then tried some of the pancakes, and he started eating them hungrily. Bakura had put maple syrup on the top of it, making it taste very sweet. He was soon eating the french toast which had some cinnamon on top of it, and it tasted wonderful. Bakura watched in delight as Ryou ate everything on his plate loving everything and not wasting a morsel. "Tasted good, huh?" Bakura asked. Ryou got a little startled, he had forgotten Bakura was even there. "You know, you can talk, you haven't spoken a word.." He said. Ryou looked at him a little nervously.
"How am I here? And how did you know my name..?" Ryou asked. Bakura repositioned. "Well, you had a journal with the name Ryou on it-" He paused as he held it up and Ryou blushed "And I saw your father smash the bottle over your head. I know, it was wrong to spy. I then waited for him to go upstairs. As soon as he was gone for about a minute, I smashed the window picking you up. I put you on the ledge, and just as I was leaving your father saw me and exclaimed 'Hey that's my son! Get back here!' So I turned around and said 'You must be the worst father in history!' and then I took you here. Is your head alright?" Bakura asked. Ryou shook his head slowly. Bakura smiled. He looked at Ryou, and the boy looked dazed still. Bakura kept looking at him making Ryou blush. When they were both done eating, Bakura took the plates and went to go and wash them up.
Bakura kept thinking about Ryou. He was adorable, and his voice sounded so sweet as if it were honey. Bakura had never fallen in love, and he had no idea what it felt like. But now… Now he knew he had feelings for Ryou. He wished he could tell him, but what if Ryou didn't like him back? Bakura sighed. This was why he never got too close to people, Ryou would probably leave as soon as he was better. That's how it was for Bakura, everyone he cared for always ended up walking out of his life. His mother did, his father did, and every friend he had ever had. He walked into his own room and flopped on the bed like a dead weight. He was always so lonely, never having anyone there by his side. "Maybe soon… Maybe soon my Angel will show a sign he likes me…" Bakura whispered. Usually he didn't care about other's feelings but, he couldn't help it. He loved Ryou, he didn't want to hurt or scare him. Maybe, if he could spend lots of time with Ryou then his little Angel would like him too. He picked up Ryou's journal and he started reading.
Ryou looked at the door where Bakura had disappeared. He had been different, kind and gentle. Nothing like what his father was like. He was muscular and totally handsome. His voice was deep and strong. It was then, that Ryou knew he liked Bakura. No, he could go as far as to say he loved him. But he doubted Bakura loved him back. Who would love a runt such as himself? He probably saved him out of pity. Ryou laid back resting his head on the pillow. All his life he was treated as a slave, as a nobody, as a runt. But Bakura treated him like a human. Like his life meant something. A tear slid down Ryou's face as he remembered how his father had treated him. Weren't fathers supposed to love their sons? As he was contemplating this, he could hear Bakura coming back. When he came back in, it looked as if he had cried a little. He softly closed the door and walked over to Ryou's bed sitting down. "Ryou, I need to tell you something." Bakura said. His face was blushing now.