My first try at a YGO fic. Be gentle- I have limited knowledge on this program. :3
Some Japanese words, but if you read a lot of fanfiction, you should know what they mean XD
Not yaoi. More of a friendship fic. And I have warped the story line, so please ignore it. :D
Bakura can always hear Ryou's heart-beat in the back of his mind, and it comforts him a little to know his host is still alive and well. Despite being the man's punch-bag and out-let for anger, he knew the boy was trying to be friends with him, no matter how much pain the Thief caused him.
A friend.
Bakura hadn't really had one of those before. Evil acquaintances, yes, but never a friend. The man didn't know how to deal with matters of 'friend-ship' and such, but he had learned a lot from Ryou in his time with him.
"Bakura, these flowers are very pretty."
"No, there not. Gleaming mountains of gold are pretty, Hikari."
Bakura looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"But it's nicer when you give someone flowers!" The boy smiled, causing the Thief to scowl.
"I would rather have money any day."
There conversations almost always ended like this, and they rarely talked at all. Ryou was a little afraid of him, and the man knew that. Who isn't a little afraid of him?
Currently, the man was leaning against a wall in Ryou's bedroom, watching the boy sleep. He looked even smaller when he was sleeping, and he was practically tiny anyway. He didn't know why the boy was so small, but it was probably because the world around him was so big.
Ryou snorted slightly, and rolled over, a tense look on his face. He was probably having a nightmare about his Yami, as he usually did. If he wanted to be friends with him, why did he keep having these pained visions about him?
Well, he did inhabit the teen's body…
Bakura let out a non-existent breath and turned his eyes to the window. It was a nice night out that night, and the moon was full in the sky. It wasn't like the spirit needed to sleep anyway, so he decided to watch it for a bit.
It was white.
So pure… Did this mean he was black? Had he not helped others before? He deserved some justice in his life. If he ever did stop being a maniac, he would be good, and not do evil-
Who was he kidding himself. He had evil in his heart. Well, in Ryou's heart, since they shared a body. The spirit had his own heart-beat, but he could always hear Ryou's. He could still hear it beating, but faster than before. That must be some nightmare to scare him that much. Maybe he should wake him up…
"Nah, let him be." Bakura said aloud. It didn't matter, because it didn't wake his host. The boy didn't get enough sleep as it is. Most of the time, he would wake up to find crimson eyes gleaming at him from the darkness, without a body to hold them. This was enough to scare him, even though most of the time he knew it was just Bakura, being his usual, creepy self.
Flicking a lock of white hair from his face, he drifted silently over to his Hikari's bed, and looked at him closely. The boy was sweating and murmuring to himself.
Bakura briefly considered looking at his dreams, but decided not to. He knew what a warped mind the teen had, and he hadn't helped one bit. It was probably because of his fascination of cults and death.
He slowly reached under the bed, and searched for the item he always knew would be there. A small piece of paper. A new one was there every week, and each one said something different.
Dear sister,
Having a great time over here. Are you ok? Are you staying healthy? Please say yes, so I don't worry.
My friend Bakura is still very hash with me but I deserve it. I know he only wants to help me get stronger and such. When I come and visit you, I'll bring him with me, so you can see, ok? Im sure you'll like him.
He told me he look's forward to meeting you one day, and he said he will personally take me to you. Isn't that great? He can be your friend too!
Ok, I have to go now. Sorry it's so short, but Bakura wants me to take a bath. I never get your reply letters… make sure you send them to the right address!
I love you.
Ryou xxx
"Hikari…" Bakura breathed, feeling the need to rip the letter to shreds growing. The boy still didn't know that his sister was dead. That was partly because as soon as the death letter came, he had burned it so the boy would never know. If Ryou found out the letters he sent never reached his sister, he would be severely upset, and Bakura didn't want him to be sad. In fact, if he found out that Bakura had kept it from him, the boy would probably commit suicide, one way or another.
Ryou also didn't know that Bakura only said things like "Sure, I'll be friends with your sister" and "I'd love to take you to her one day" to make the boy happy. Ryou had missed her funeral as well, because when the invitation arrived, he had also burnt it. The day it was on, he had taken Ryou out for ice-cream at the ice-cream shop.
"Bakura, this is so nice!" Ryou chimed from across him, licking his ice-cream cone as Bakura watched him. The spirit didn't need to eat.
"Im glad you like it." Bakura noticed he sounded spiteful, and saw Ryou stop eating and glance at him with his round eyes. "I told the man to make it especially for you, since you deserve it." He added softly, making Ryou smile widely. The man could feel the boy's joy flood through their mind link.
"Thank-you, Bakura!" He continued eating, making Bakura smile as well. "Have some!" He thrust a rather large spoon of the cream-and-pink colored substance at his Yami, poking his mouth with it.
"Hikari, it is yours. You eat it." The spirit countered, pushing the spoon away from himself.
"Please?" The tone of his voice made the Thief shudder. Sighing somewhat angrily, he grabbed the spoon off of the boy and quickly put it in his mouth. His eyes instantly went wide.
Why was it so COLD?
Swallowing numbly, he shivered as his mind seemed to ice over and mild pain erupted in his skull. He gasped and quickly placed a hand on his head.
"No, Yami! Don't eat ice-cream to fast, or you will get brain freeze!" Ryou gasped, leaning over the table and taking the spoon off of the shivering Bakura.
"They serve this? And YOU EAT IT?" Being an Egyptian, he never saw snow, let alone tasted ice-cream. He never wanted to try that again. "My BRAIN has FROZEN!"
Ryou laughed at him, earning a glare from his companion.
"But you liked the taste, didn't you?"
"… Shut-up, yadonushi."
Bakura didn't want to tell him what a sad day it was, and that his sister was being lowered into the ground as they spoke. It wasn't a very nice thought.
Bakura tried to be nice that day, and was rewarded with a smiling Hikari. It was nice, he had to admit, but it still didn't hold a candle to ripping off someone's limb and watching as there life-blood poured away from them…
He tossed the paper back underneath the bed, and concentrated on his host's heart-beat again. It was unnaturally fast, and in the midst of the Yami's thoughts, the nightmare must have gotten worse. He should wake him up.
Sighing, he placed a hand on Ryou's quivering shoulder and shook him, trying to rouse him. It didn't work. Bakura shook harder, earning a cry from the boy, but he still didn't wake up.
"Hikari! Hikari! RYOU!" Bakura rarely used the boy's name out loud, and that was what probably woke him up.
Ryou shot up straight, clutching one hand over his pounding heart whilst breathing heavily. He looked up to see his Yami staring down at him.
"You were having a nightmare." The spirit said before Ryou could ask. Ryou nodded slowly and waiting for his nerves to collect before looking up at his Yami again. Those crimson eyes were still staring at him. It scared him slightly, and he tried to stop that feeling flowing through his mind link.
"What is so scary about me, Hikari?" Bakura asked, sitting next to the boy. The boy looked at him with his chocolate colored eyes.
"N-nothing, Yami…" He stuttered, blinking a lot. The spirit rolled his eyes.
"Tell me. What am I to you?"
"…We are like Yugi and the Pharaoh..."
"We are nothing like Yugi and the Pharaoh, yadonushi. Yugi doesn't fear his Yami." Bakura said slowly, patience running away from him. He didn't like all this fear- it got in the way.
"I don't fear you, Bakura. Its just sometimes, you are so-" Ryou didn't get to finish before Bakura's face was suddenly in front of his.
"Angry? Is that what you were going to say?" Bakura yet again felt fear within his host, and he tried to calm down. He sighed quietly, messing up his hair with his hand.
"Do you know, yadonushi, that I have never really had a friend? When you are a thief, you cannot trust anybody, and so I never had anyone. And you… when you make friends, Hikari, I destroy them, so you can know how I have felt for thousands of years. It makes me angry that you can make friends so easily."
"But Bakura, Im your friend!" Ryou wrapped his hands around his Yami's waist and hugged him tightly, pressing his head against Bakura's chest. He could hear his Yami's heart-beat- it was slow and rhythmic, unlike his own.
Bakura made no attempt to move him, since the boy would probably cry if the man told him to get off. So he left him there, not bothering to hug back.
He didn't know how to.
"And you're like my brother." Ryou said, voice muffled. Brother? Where the hell did that come from? They weren't related at all!
"Hikari, where did you get that from?" Bakura asked, making Ryou look up.
"We look the same, and you are always with me. It was like me and my sister when we were little, and before I moved. We are brothers, Bakura!" Ryou squeaked, hugging him again. He boy probably missed having family, since most of them were practically dead. He was lonely…
Very lonely…
"Hikari, I cannot say that I am a good brother."
"I know, Yami. I have seen your thoughts…" Ryou trailed off, sitting backwards so he wasn't hugging the man anymore.
Bakura turned away from his light and stared out the window again. His host's attempt at being his friend was nice, but it didn't work. Yugi had Atem and Malik (unfortunately) had Marik, so why couldn't he have Ryou as a friend?
Because he didn't need him.
"Bakura, you can have me as a friend." Shit, he forgot his yadonushi could read his mind.
"Don't worry yourself, host. I will find my own friends." And with that, his spirit walked out of the room and dissolved into the shadows.
"Bakura, I will teach you how to get friends!" Ryou called after him, feeling mild amusement from his Yami.
"You can try."
As I said, this is not supposed to be Yaoi, no matter how Yaoi looking it seems XD
Please review, and I will make this into a proper fic, as it is only a one-shot at the moment! I have a super special awesome idea for it… hmmmm... -Evil-
WhiteWolfKitsune xxx
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