Yu-Gi-Oh, theme 046, home coming, Pay Phone
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Authoress: katia_chan
Theme: 46: Homecoming
Paring: Ryou/Bakura
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing
Warnings: Me being in a holidayish mood, pointless rambling.
Summary: Bakura learns a small lesson on the comfort of home.
Pay Phone
By Katia-chan
Bakura walked down a snowy street, arms wrapped around himself to prevent the cold. Ever since he’d moved out of Ryou’s house he’d found it difficult to settle down anywhere, and this had produced the bad habit he had of not paying rent on his apartment, which made the product of his landlord locking him out until he did so. He had no coat, nothing but the thin shirt he wore now.
It had been three weeks since he’d looked into Ryou’s eyes, while they sat in his living room, and known that things wouldn’t work. It hadn’t been anything specific, just an epiphany, one that had made Ryou cry. He hated himself for it, but he knew that Ryou would be better off without him, and that if they both moved on things would get so much better.
He sighed defeatedly, bowing his head into the wind. Passing a store window he studied it, not paying much attention. It had lighted trees, and the fluffy white stuff that Ryou had called retail snow. Something clicked inside his head and he stopped the next person who walked out of the store. “What day is it?” he asked. The woman, carrying a few packages in her hand gave him an odd look.
“It’s Friday, the 24th,” she paused, staring at his face. “Are you alright?” He nodded slowly and walked away. “Merry Christmas!” the woman called after him. Almost unwillingly he turned around, gave her a small smile and nodded.
His next stop was to a payphone. Dropping in the last two quarters he had on him he dialed Ryou’s number automatically.
“Hello, Bakura residence,” came a quiet polite voice from the other end. He came close to hanging up the phone, just hearing Ryou made him ache. He shook his head, forcing himself to speak.
“Hey Ryou. . .” he said, swallowing the slight lump that formed in his throat. What the hell was he doing?
Ryou sounded extremely surprised, wary, but happy none the less. “Bakura, how. How are you?”
“I’m good,” he paused, looking for more words, but none came. “I’m doing really well, how about you?” He could hear Ryou’s small smile through the phone.
“Oh, you know me, I’m doing just fine.” There was an awkward silence then, both of them holding their breaths to see if the other would speak again.
“I just called to, to say Merry Christmas.” This time he definitely could tell Ryou was smiling, and he sounded surprised, and, he thought, happy.
“Merry Christmas to you too. Have any plans for the holiday?”
“No, not really. Just . . . hanging around I think.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Ryou asked hesitantly.
“Would you like to come around? I’ve got lots of food, but no one’s coming after all. They all had plans I guess.” He could almost hear the plea in Ryou’s voice. He remembered that he’d never liked spending holidays alone. He was about to say no however. It was the last thing they both needed, it would hurt them both.
“Sure,” he said after a moment, glancing out at the drifting snow. “Sure, I’d love that.” He could feel the warmth of Ryou’s smile from where he stood freezing on the street.
Authoress: katia_chan
Theme: 46: Homecoming
Paring: Ryou/Bakura
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing
Warnings: Me being in a holidayish mood, pointless rambling.
Summary: Bakura learns a small lesson on the comfort of home.
Pay Phone
By Katia-chan
Bakura walked down a snowy street, arms wrapped around himself to prevent the cold. Ever since he’d moved out of Ryou’s house he’d found it difficult to settle down anywhere, and this had produced the bad habit he had of not paying rent on his apartment, which made the product of his landlord locking him out until he did so. He had no coat, nothing but the thin shirt he wore now.
It had been three weeks since he’d looked into Ryou’s eyes, while they sat in his living room, and known that things wouldn’t work. It hadn’t been anything specific, just an epiphany, one that had made Ryou cry. He hated himself for it, but he knew that Ryou would be better off without him, and that if they both moved on things would get so much better.
He sighed defeatedly, bowing his head into the wind. Passing a store window he studied it, not paying much attention. It had lighted trees, and the fluffy white stuff that Ryou had called retail snow. Something clicked inside his head and he stopped the next person who walked out of the store. “What day is it?” he asked. The woman, carrying a few packages in her hand gave him an odd look.
“It’s Friday, the 24th,” she paused, staring at his face. “Are you alright?” He nodded slowly and walked away. “Merry Christmas!” the woman called after him. Almost unwillingly he turned around, gave her a small smile and nodded.
His next stop was to a payphone. Dropping in the last two quarters he had on him he dialed Ryou’s number automatically.
“Hello, Bakura residence,” came a quiet polite voice from the other end. He came close to hanging up the phone, just hearing Ryou made him ache. He shook his head, forcing himself to speak.
“Hey Ryou. . .” he said, swallowing the slight lump that formed in his throat. What the hell was he doing?
Ryou sounded extremely surprised, wary, but happy none the less. “Bakura, how. How are you?”
“I’m good,” he paused, looking for more words, but none came. “I’m doing really well, how about you?” He could hear Ryou’s small smile through the phone.
“Oh, you know me, I’m doing just fine.” There was an awkward silence then, both of them holding their breaths to see if the other would speak again.
“I just called to, to say Merry Christmas.” This time he definitely could tell Ryou was smiling, and he sounded surprised, and, he thought, happy.
“Merry Christmas to you too. Have any plans for the holiday?”
“No, not really. Just . . . hanging around I think.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Ryou asked hesitantly.
“Would you like to come around? I’ve got lots of food, but no one’s coming after all. They all had plans I guess.” He could almost hear the plea in Ryou’s voice. He remembered that he’d never liked spending holidays alone. He was about to say no however. It was the last thing they both needed, it would hurt them both.
“Sure,” he said after a moment, glancing out at the drifting snow. “Sure, I’d love that.” He could feel the warmth of Ryou’s smile from where he stood freezing on the street.