The fall of icarus | By : Aten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Oh, Ryou always hugs my
reviewers. Bakura’s getting better with
it, though. *Ryou hugs new and old reviewers!!! *
Anigirl15: One of my best reviewers
comes back to honor me with reviews!!!
More lemons to come, Anigirl. I
thought some people wouldn’t like one of my fics being lemony, but you
wonderful people have proven to me that it’s all good. Keep coming back for more Anzu bashing and
lemony goodness all around.
Melokitty: The lemons seem
popular. I like em. That was fun to
write, actually. MORE ANZU TORMENT AHEAD IN NEXT CHAPPIE!!! ‘ll try to put some
Joey x Seto. Some want Joey x Mai, I can do that,too. It’s all good.
st
djahskahl: Thankies for the review!! I
try to update my fics everyday. I do what I can. I’m glad you like the lemon.
More coming up later in the fic guaranteed.
Rose Petals
Ryou opened his
eyes slowly and felt Bakura’s breath gently rustling his hair. He became acutely aware of Bakura’s
snoring. Ryou lifted his head and
rested his chin on Bakura’s chest looking at him with a smile. Beside the bed, the candles were completely
melted and sill released their spicy odor.
Ryou moaned as he hugged Bakura again.
The sleeping yami opened his eyes to see Ryou where he fell asleep. Bakura rubbed his eyes.
“Past morning already. It’s almost afternoon.”
“We had a long night last night,”
Ryou kissed him gently on the lips.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m
hungry,” Bakura said flipping Ryou over and pinning him to the mattress causing
him to giggle.
“Yami! Not now! Give me time to rest! Come on!” Ryou pushed him off and slipped
into his bathrobe. He grabbed his
clothes and Bakura dashed into the bathroom first. Ryou turned on the shower.
“Yami!! I was going first!”
“Too bad! I’m first!”
Ryou stopped in the hall and
glanced at the picture on the wall. His
parents were holding him as a baby.
They looked very proud as they held their son. Ryou lightly brushed his fingers over the glass.
Bakura
was a great companion. His dad was
always out on digs and his mother was dead.
His yami was his only contact with another person with the exception of
his friends. He was someone to love,
someone to talk to, but he wished he had a family. His father would come home for his birthday and Christmas, but
would leave shortly after a few days.
Sometimes he would surprise him for no reason, but this was seldom. His fathers always came home with a present
for him. He would never forget when he
was given the Millenium Ring that changed his life for the better. It was for his birthday. Bakura was not the companion-lover he had
now become, but the cruel, vicious tyrant he was.
Ryou
changed the sheets on his bed, replaced the apple-cinnamon candles with vanilla
and picked up the rose petals off the ground.
Ryou stopped.
****Flashback*****
Ryou
sat in his father’s arms looking at the ground. A large crowd, all in black, crowded around the hole. His father had tears running down his face.
“I’m sorry” was all everybody said to him. Ryou gripped tightly onto the women who took him in their arms,
burying his head in their shoulders.
“At least little Ryou wasn’t hurt,” the men said patting his father on
the shoulder. “I hope they find the guys who did it” gave his father little
comfort. His wife was gone. As father and son gazed at each other, both
of them realized that their worlds were to revolve around the other. A large box was lowered into the
ground. Ryou’s father gave him the
roles petals. “Toss them in, son.” Ryou released them watching them fall gently
one by one onto the casket below.
********
Ryou
shook his head from the memory. He was
only a baby. How and why would he
remember it now? Bakura entered the
room watching Ryou clutching the petals tightly on his knees.
“Ryou? You o.k.?”
Ryou sniffed. “They never caught
him, yami. They never caught her
killer.”
Bakura looked confused. “What
sparked this?”
Ryou opened his hand to reveal the
rose petals. “The memory just came to
me. I just looked at our family
portrait in the hallway. I don’t know
why, but I remembered my mother’s funeral.”
Bakura sat on the bed. “If you need to talk, Ryou, please talk to
me.” Bakura lifted Ryou’s chin to face
him. “You don’t regret anything, do
you?” Ryou looked at his yami’s eyes.
His yami and him had been though tough times, but they always pulled
through together. They survived each
other, for one. Bakura survived Anzu's brainwashing.
"Of course not, yami. I'm very happy with the way things
are."
Bakura brought Ryou to sit beside
him. "You're lucky to have a
father, Ryou. Mine never loved me. He always kicked me out of the house when I
was young so the rest of the family could eat.
My dad hated me. I can tell just
by the pictures around here he loves you very much. Cheer up. What's past is
past."
Ryou shrugged. "I guess you're right. All we have is each other. I love him, too. He's just always so busy."
"I love you and I will always
be there for you no matter what."
Bakura put his arm around him.
"Thank you, Bakura." Ryou hugged him and skipped off for his
shower.
Bakura
finished picking up the petals and passed the picture. They looked like a very happy family. Bakura's family became the fiends that
plagued the night-robbers, and murderers.
Not a smiling face among them, unless they were doing what they
enjoyed-robbing or killing someone.
Bakura made lunch for himself since they woke up so late. He read the morning paper. A carnival was opening that night! It was at the playground down the corner! That should cheer Ryou up! There would be games, food, and Ryou loved
to ride the ferriss wheels and bumper cars.
He licked his lips at the thought of pizza, popcorn, and apples dipped
in caramel. "Mmm….Pizza," he
thought. Already salivating, Bakura
checked the money his father sent Ryou.
The envelope was thinner than usual which was strange, but there was
enough money for some fun. He hated the
ferriss wheel, though. He did not like
heights. But, for a night with Ryou, it
would be well worth it.
Ryou came down
cleaned and dressed. He was heading to his sandwich, when he looked at
Bakura. "Yami Bakura, are you
going to wear that shirt again?"
"It's my favorite shirt."
"It's also fading and
old. It's torn on the shoulder. You need new clothes."
Bakura whined. "I hate clothes shopping! It's
boring!"
Ryou smiled and returned to his
plate. "I'll buy you ice
cream."
"Deal. In speaking of ice cream, tonight the
carnival down the block is opening.
Want ta' go?"
Ryou's eyes lit up. "Sounds
good. Do we have the cash available after we go shopping?"
"We can't order out dinner for
the rest of the week, but we can do it!
I already checked."
Ryou finished lunch quickly and ran
upstairs for some reserved money he had in case of emergencies. Bakura grabbed the house keys and they left
the house. Bakura locked the door and
locked it unaware of evil incarnate lurking in the bushes ready to pounce on
Bakura.
They turned around and the yami
took Ryou's hand. Bakura tripped over something on the steps. The evil incarnate jumped from the bushes
yelling, "YEAH FRIENDSHIP!!!!," startling Ryou.
If any of you guys have read my
earlier fics, you know who is jumping out of the bushes!!!!!!
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