Ryou turned and writhed in his sleep. He opened his eyes a smidge, and ran his hand across where his yami usually sleeps. He opened his eyes completely when he felt that the area was cold and missing a body.
"Bakura?" he groaned, pulling off his blanket and crawling across the large bed to the floor.
He checked the darkened room, and not finding him there, stood puzzled. A small sliver of light shone into the black room and caught the whiteheads attention. He peered around the door and his face lit up when he saw his other half, but it fell just as quickly when he realized he was on the floor.
"Bakura?" he repeated, kneeling down next to him. He reached out and shook his shoulder, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of profanity that would be thrown at him for waking his darkness. It never came, much to Ryou's worry. "Bakura! Please, come on wake up!" He begged, turning the teen onto his back and cupping his face.
Bakura knelt on the bloodied floor, his hands entangled in his messy white locks. H couldn't do anything. He was a prisoner to this twisted dream.
"stop…" he said, his voice quivering. He couldn't figure out why he was having the visions, But they seemed so real, like he had been through this entire horrible nightmare before. Vaguely did the villagers remind him of a family, one that he knew personally. Vaguely did that petrified little boy remind him of himself. Vague. That's all this was to him.
"Eeek!" Came a high pitched shriek that made bakura's blood run cold.
He whipped his head around to see that the guards had seized the white haired, sun kissed child. He struggled helplessly against the strong , immovable men.
"We have ninety nine already, but one more wouldn't hurt, would it little fella?" Laughed a hooded guard, taking a fistful of snowy white hair and throwing the boy to the ground forcefully.
Bakura couldn't watch anymore. He turned his head as a swift kick was delivered to the boy's side.
"STOP IT!" he shouted.
And just like that, the dream snapped back into his mind and he opened his eyes to see a particularly disturbed Ryou.
"B-bakura, I'm sorry…" ryou said, trembling noticeably.
Bakura sat up quickly, making his hikari flinch backwards. He hadn't meant to scare him. In fact, Bakura was probably the more shaken up of the two of them, but he'd never admit it. He simply put on his character defining, cold and untouchable face.
"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What am I doing…? You were passed out in the middle of the hallway!" Ryou spat back defensively.
"I was fine. Your going to catch a cold if you stay out here you know. Not that I care or anything." He replied stonily, standing abruptly.
Ryou glared up at his darkness, pink color beginning to make its way onto his cheeks. He stood too, stomping past him and slamming their bedroom door.
"Idiot…" Bakura muttered, not even turning to twist the doorknob which he knew was locked. He made his way into the kitchen, checking the time on the oven. 7:00. It was fair time that his hikari began getting ready for school, but he wanted to keep that little tidbit of information to himself. Serves the brat right for locking the door.
With an annoyed huff of boredom, he stood in front of the curtained window in his living room. He knew he should open it. Ryou didn't really like the dark. But he did, and that's all that mattered to the spirit.
"Wouldn't it be funny to see the little brat scrambling around in the dark…" He mused, smirking at the visual the statement provided.
Losing interest in the covered window, he went to the linen closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans. He always kept extra clothes there just incase he and his hikari got into arguments like this. Gathering up the rest of the clothes he would wear today, he strolled into the bathroom and slipped out of his loosely fit pajamas.
"I'll be damned if he gets any hot water for that stunt he pulled." He chuckled, sticking his head under the showerhead, letting the warm water soothe his stiff neck. Sleeping on the floor wasn't the most comfortable thing he's ever done, and it had painful results. Memories of that horrific nightmare filled his mind, a he shuddered. He didn't want to think about that. He focused his mind on the face his hikari made when he had woken up. He looked so scared….
Bakura sighed and turned off the water before it got cold. It wasn't Ryou's fault for getting upset with him. But he was bakura. And bakura didn't give a damn what other people felt.
Right?
Grumbling at his lack to go with what he said before, he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. Maybe the whelp did deserve a little bit of arm water. He had been worried about him after all…
He regretted not waking said whelp when he opened the door to find him standing there with a dark expression.
"Can you kindly move?" Bakura growled.
"You didn't wake me up! Now im 20 minutes off schedule!"
"How could I have woken you up if I was locked outside of the room?"
Ryou glowered up at him with his lips pressed into a thin line.
"what are you just standing there for? Shouldn't you be getting ready for school?" Bakura snickered, squeezing past his angry light.
He concluded that this was going to be a very, interesting day.
"Have a nice day hikari…" Bakura said with mock sincerity as they neared domino high.
Ryou threw a glare over his shoulder and kept walking.
"Ouch…" Bakura muttered, a mean hearted little smirk still playing on his lips. "Are you…angry with me ryou?" He asked, grabbing his wrist.
" Let go of me." Ryou barked.
"What did I do? " Bakura asked, sounding hurt. This was beginning to be fun.
"I'm going to be late." Ryou said, snatching his hand away and speeding up his already quick pace.
"Im so sorry Ryou, please come back to me?" Bakura said, putting an inflection at the end of his words to make it sound like an offer.
Ryou stopped walking, but kept his back to the spirit.
"Are you being serious?" He asked, turning his head towards bakura slightly.
"Like a heart attack…" Bakura said, his words coming out in an obvious purr.
Ryou's face heated up considerably when he felt bakura's hand slip into his own.
"L-let me go…" Ryou said, his voice strained.
"but ryou, it's cold out here, and I don't have any gloves on like you…" Bakura said, putting his face in the crook of his hikari's neck.
Ryou visibly stiffened when bakura pulled off a warm white and blue striped glove, intertwining his cold fingers with Ryou's.
"That's so much better…now, were you mad at me?" Bakura whispered, his warm breath tickling Ryous ear.
"Let me go, your going to cause a scene!" Ryou hissed. It came out sounding pathetic though, much to Bakura's amuse ment.
"Fine." He said. "As long as you know you can't ignore me forever, Hikari."
Ryou snatched his hand away and blushed an even deeper red when he looked up and saw that a few girls near the front of the school were giggling.
"Bastard…" Ryou spat at Bakura before slumping his shoulders and focusing his attention back on the ground to avoid any further eye contact with the two girls.
"I Love you too baby!" Bakura shouted loudly , making the girls erupt in a fit of laughter and making ryou turn around with a mortified expression before practically sprinting the rest of the way into the school.
"Your going to make them think he's gay." A bored voice came from behind him.
Bakura turned to meet the gaze of ryou's stupid little friends yami. Not the midget one, the annoying sandy blonde one with the psychopath for a dark half.
"He is." He said coldly. "What are you doing over here?"
"Dropping off my light. He prefers that I odn't so I just keep a safe distance. You should try doing the same. For the sake of his reputation."
"Ha! What do I care about that little brats reputation? Everyone probably thought he was gay to begin with."
"Hn." Was all the wild haired blonde said before turning towards the school. H e looked distant as hell, and that was bothering the white haired yami.
"What are you staring at? Don't tell me you have a thing for high school girls." Bakura said.
The blonde curled his lip slightly. "No. I'm making sure my light gets into the school in one piece."
"He's on school grounds, I don't think any serial killers are going to be skulking around." Bakura said, with a small smirk.
"Hn. Well, I'm leaving." He said, turning on his heels and striding away.
"Wait."
"What?"
"My hikari knows your Hikari, obviously. I've seen you with, what's his name…Marik? I didn't catch your name."
"I never dropped it."
"Don't fuck with me."
"Malik. I already know that you're Bakura. My hikari tells me how much of an ass you are." Malik said, smiling crookedly.
"Well isn't that flattering? I usually get a whole lot more hell from my brat." Bakura sneered, just imagining the big mouthed blonde crying to his big bad yami.
"I can see that…" Malik said before continuing his departure.
Bakura, finally satisfied, made his leave also.
"What did Ryou tell me to do before we left this morning…?" Bakura mused.
Don't forget to pick up the groceries when your headed home, got it?
"….Don't feel like it." He concluded, continuing on route back to the warm apartment.
He groaned as he turned to corner onto the less than appealing shortcut through south domino. He never took ryou down this way; he knew that he'd piss his pants.
Bakura always carried a knife with him anyways, but he didn't particularly fancy the area. It was just a quicker way to get home.
Today though, luck wasn't in his favor.
"Hey there," A dirty looking hoodlum asked. He had a nine o'clock shadow and his clothes were filthy. "What's a north side priss like your self doing over here?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes at the man and shoved his hands in his pocket, grasping the knife in his hand, perfectly ready to whip it out and drive it into the mans sternum.
"Going home." He said frigidly.
He almost killed the man on the spot when he grabbed his wrist.
"Let go of me." He growled dangerously.
"Don't be so mean little guy, I only want to be your friend…" The man said, lust apparent in his false statement.
"I'm not in preschool you disgusting filth." Bakura hissed, ripping his hand away.
"Doesn't look like your very far out of it." The man chuckled, seizing his hand again.
Bakura grimaced. He knew that he didn't look like the oldest person in the world. Hell, he barely looked 18. And he hated every waking moment of it. Leave it to him to get the most girlish looking fragile excuse for a boy as a light.
"Piss off." Bakura snarled, finally letting his knife, sharp and ominous, get a taste of sunlight. He snatched his hand away a second time, making sure the blade was visible in his other clenched fist.
"Aww…you don't have to pull a knife on me kid, I was just being friendly…" the lecherous punk said, backing off a little. He straightened up though, standing tall. "Don't let me see your face on the south side again, wretch."
Bakura was beyond pissed off by then.
"Aw, is the big bad pedophile angry because he didn't get anything from the cute little boy?" He said, bristling at the thought of Ryou ending up in this same situation.
"Don't push my limits brat. You don't know me."
"Funny, I could say the same…"
With that last comment, he skulked off, turning around and deciding to take the longer, more pleasant way home through north domino.
"This won't be the last you hear of Tsukoshi hatsumoto! You messed with the wrong guy!" The brazen man shouted at bakura.
It fell upon deaf ears.
Hmmm, well, I'm making an effort to try and update maybe every week or so…
Anyways, Bakura looks like he's gotten himself in a bit of trouble!
_ figures.
Yes, please excuse any grammatical errors, I was in a crunch for time because I had family over so I have no time to myself *dies*
PLEASE, REVIEW. IM TRYING TO GET AT LEAST 5 FOR THIS CHAPTER!