Disclaimer: I own nothing but a Winged Dragon of Ra card! laughs evilly
A/N: What a change. But I like it. This was supposed to be for another pairing, but I think I've written a little too much for them and other nice pairings need to be given attention. Oh yes. This one's in Ryou's POV, alrighty? Who? Where? When? How? Why? What? Hm…
Title: Stop Asking
Pairing/s: Ryou Bakura x Yami no Bakura
Author: Sabaku-no-Ai
"Who…?" I mumbled softly as a voice chorused my name in an almost annoyed way; a voice was almost like my own, only deeper and more menacing.
"Damn, Ryou, can't you just wake up already!" the voice practically screamed. That's when my half-sleep self jolted unintentionally in surprise. My chocolate-colored eyed scanned the room, unmoving.
I was still in my room. And from my point of view, thankfully, still on my bed. It was dark, and I could barely see anything.
"Thank Ra you're awake, landlord. I have to tell you something."
Being fully awake now, though still sluggish, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked to my left, and saw no one. I turned to my right, seeing my irritated Dark side. "B-Bakura?" I managed to speak, his name being mixed up with a yawn.
"Yeah. Listen. I feel funny." Bakura said in a half-rushed way. He isn't panicking, nor is he calm.
"Maybe it's something you ate? Does your stomach hurt?" I asked, half-interested.
"No."
"Then where do you feel funny?"
My other pointed to his chest. "Here."
"It doesn't hurt? When did it start bothering you?" I was looking at where his long finger was pointed. Chest pains aren't good. I forgot he was only a spirit, though.
"Just now."
"How does it feel? Is it really bad or can it wait when it's not 3am?" I asked, masking my disinterest quite nicely.
"I was in my Soul Room when it started feeling like the damned Pharaoh and all his slaves and horses trampled over me. But it doesn't hurt. It can't wait, either."
I raised a pale eyebrow. "Being trampled by heavy loads such as those doesn't hurt?"
"Don't be a wiseass, landlord. Just fix it."
"Why should I? I mean, I don't even know what's wrong."
The Thief King's spirit that hovered next to me grunted. "You asked me all those questions and you don't know what's wrong?" His eyebrows furrowed and scarlet eyes focused on my own, boring brown-colored ones.
"Well you never gave me much to know what's up." I defended lamely.
My Dark has stayed silent after my comment, which is quite a first for him. He had his head lowered, but I could barely see his eyes widen in…realization? His head shot up to meet my gaze, and for a little while, we just stared. Him, more surprised, and I, more confused.
"Hey," he spoke up. "Remember when you said, when you got the Millennium Ring from your dad, you said that you loved it and promised to keep it forever? And when I asked you about it, you said it was something that's a really nice feeling?"
"Yeah." I nodded slowly, not exactly sure where the conversation is going, though still curious.
"Well, I think I love something."
I nearly gasped. Bakura? Love? Maybe I need to get a hearing aid. "I thought the feeling was supposed to be unpleasant and was bothering you?"
"I never said it was unpleasant."
I sighed to myself and lied back down on my bed, not really listening anymore. "So," I slowly began, just to be polite. "What's this thing you love then?"
I turned over with my back facing him. I then felt a shift, and a weight settle itself on the mattress. I felt something quite solid rest on my arm, and hair that was not my own ticking my neck.
"You." The Egyptian spirit that had become solid for the time being whispered in my ear—more like breathed. His breath ticked me. But my mind ignored the ticklish sense.
"W-what..?"
A/N: REVIEW please. Any typos spotted? Tell me.