Blushing
Ryou sighed, he was not going to compleatly lose his manners and break into the penhouse....even if it was Bakura's....He knocked again and went back to looking at his communicator. They'd talked, and he knew Bakura was inside, so he waited.
Bakura smirked as he read Ryou's last message...of how he was cold and how he wanted in. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he thought of how much of a pathetic job Ryou was doing acting as him. As he suspected, his host didn't come waltzing in the apartment. He was most likely outside of the door, waiting patiently to be let in.
Heh. Patiently.
Prying himself away from his spot at the window, he cautiously walked towards the door. Cautiously. Just like Ryou would do it. When he reached his destination, he tilted his head slightly and squinted through the door's peekhole.
There he stood, a soft (yet very annoyed) expression on his face. He appeared that he was cold, as well. But there was something decidedly different about the way Ryou stood out there. Grunting, Bakura flung opened the door, smirked, and locked eyes with the near-perfect copy standing in front of him.
Ryou glared. "Took you long enough." he growled pushing past Bakura and walking in. He had decided to only act like Bakura in front of others, but realizing that the Bakura that was standing in front of him looked more like his own reflection than he should, he picked up his act.
"Forgot how to open doors did you?" he hissed, "or did you get lost in your own house..."
Ah...so he's going to play this game now...even if there isn't anyone else around...interesting.
Bakura smiled in a way that only Ryou could. "I'm sorry...I was...well, busy..."
"You busy?" he snorted, and how he hated to do that...but it was part of the act so he did. "What could an idiot like you be doing, dear Landlord."
The irony in that, Ryou sighed internally. He really was going to have Bakura as a landlord, he mused as he looked around the room. He did not dare drop the sneer on his face, if Bakura wanted to play like this he was going to keep it up as well.
Bakura bit the inside of his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He had to admit, it was almost...dare he say cute? Especially the way he spat out the word 'landlord'. He idly wondered if Ryou was seriously trying to pretend to be him or if he was mocking him.
Well. Two could play at this game.
"...I wish you wouldn't call me that," he protested, frowning.
"What, am I the master of this house now?" Ryou gave him a wicked smile, stepping closer to Bakura. "This is your house, so you are the Landlord, idiot." he continued to walk towards Bakura, cornering him.
"Of course you're nothing without me..." he took hold of the other's face "and I no longer need you for anything..."
Bakura didn't know if it was the fact that he was getting too into character, or the mere fact that he was getting angry that he was actually allowing Ryou to put him down like this.
But he was flushing. Good Ra, he was flushing…
"Let...go of me, bastard..." he hissed, trying to break free from the other's hold.
It was no use. He seemed...stronger somehow...
Sighing heavily, Bakura rolled his eyes. "All right, I get it. You can be me. You can quit with the act now!" he barked.
Ryou frowned "but what if I don't want to...what if I find that being in control of you is much better than being Ryou..."
Ryou hated being treated like scum by Bakura and this was his first, and possibly only, chance at getting back at the spirit. He hated the sneering, and the verbal abuse. He hated being pushed around like he was worthless. "I find that you're not very fond of this treatment, are you Bakura..." he grabbed onto one of the other's arms. "you didn't actually think that you were the only one who could be like you, did you?" he pinned the arm against the wall. "If I learned anything from being pushed around by you all this time, it's your style..."
A small part of Ryou wanted to drop the act, and another part of him wanted to keep going. He could see a look of concern in the other's face, and he had to admit that it was amusing.
"Does it look like I'm fond of this?!?" he seethed. He wasn't protesting though. Rather, he was annoyed. "I don't act this horrible towards you, do I?"
Taking a deep breath and trying to regain his composure, Bakura finally managed to free himself from Ryou's grip.
Putting on his 'Ryou-face', he sunk down to the floor and tended to the bruises that his angry companion had left on his arm.
Ryou sighed. "You have at times." he got down on his knees and took hold of Bakura's arm, a nicer look in his brown eyes. "Though unlike you, I know how to take care of these injuries..." From his pocket he took our a tube of black pomade and put some on the bruises, rubbing it in. "This is supposed to help. Rubbing a bruise also helps get the blood circulating again..."
This is awkward, but I can't help but feel sorry for him....though he doesn't ever care enough about me to do this....
Bakura thought to yank his arm away from Ryou's hold but quickly fought against the urge to do so. Instead, he took to simply watching on as the other worked on rubbing ointment into his bruise.
"Ryou...you're quite strong, did you know that?" he murmured, studying the circumference of the bruise on his arm. A moment later, he closed his eyes, admittedly enjoying the feel of someone else's touch on his skin.
"You're stronger...but I don't care...physical strength doesn't do much for me...though I know I have it..." he tried to not push too hard on the bruises, knowing first hand that it could hurt a lot to rub them. What made things more confusing for him was that he noticed Bakura's expression had changed. His face was not entirely blank, but his eyes were closed and he looked a lot more comfortable than Ryou would have expected. "I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked, pulling his legs out from under himself and choosing to sit with them crossed.
Bakura shook his head. "No. It's fine..."
He blinked his eyes open and looked at Ryou, a serious expression present in his eyes. "Yado...Ryou...the way you acted...?" He quickly sighed, disregarding his own question. "Why are you being so nice all of the sudden?"
His eyes gravitated back to the spot where Ryou's hands were busy rubbing in ointment. Soft...they looked so soft...his touch was so soft...and caring...and...
He blinked furiously but didn't say a thing. Instead, a faint blush crept across his cheeks. Feeling the heat flushing to his face, he immediately bowed his head, causing messy white bangs to cascade in front of his face.
Ryou smiled at him softly. "I suppose it would be because I do worry about you...as much as I may hate the way you've treated me in the past, you're still a part of my past..." he felt embarrassed about admitting such a thing, but he saw nothing possibly bad coming from this conversation. "you're a part of my present and my future...we may not agree, but we're linked to each other through the ring...and I've learned that it's easier and best to try to comprehend our surroundings and situations than push them away...."
He trued to ignore the blush that was growing on his cheeks as he heard himself continue. "…and I like you a lot, I care about you..."
Ryou glanced up to check the other's reaction, noticing that the long platinume hair that was wilder than his own was covering his face and eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Bakura blinked at his confession. "I'm fine...but like?!?" He sighed. "What do you mean by like?" He raised his head, intending to give Ryou a scowl. The first sight he saw, however, troubled him.
Ryou was blushing. And he wasn't sure if he was still blushing himself.
"...what about you, huh? Are you alright? Did the cold get to you?"
Bakura frowned, not liking the awkwardness of situation at all.
Ryou shook his head, he rolled his lips in so that they were pressed into each other by his teeth and turned to look at the room they were sitting in...
"Don't worry about it...it's nothing important...." his voice was almost a whisper as he tried to somehow retract what he had already said, he had never meant for that to come out. He wasn't even sure if it was true. "Though what were you going to ask me?" his voice was slightly off pitch due to his nerves "you called me Ryou, which I do appreciate." he tried to smile at Bakura, but the blush in his face only grew deeper by doing so
Bakura studied Ryou for a moment before saying deciding to voice his opinion. "It's something if you're sick, Ryou..." He lowered his head and cleared his throat before continuing. "You said you liked me...?"
"I'm not sick." Ryou insisted, "I'm embarrassed..." he frowned slightly, "I just like you...I don't know..."
Bakura smirked as he read Ryou's last message...of how he was cold and how he wanted in. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he thought of how much of a pathetic job Ryou was doing acting as him. As he suspected, his host didn't come waltzing in the apartment. He was most likely outside of the door, waiting patiently to be let in.
Heh. Patiently.
Prying himself away from his spot at the window, he cautiously walked towards the door. Cautiously. Just like Ryou would do it. When he reached his destination, he tilted his head slightly and squinted through the door's peekhole.
There he stood, a soft (yet very annoyed) expression on his face. He appeared that he was cold, as well. But there was something decidedly different about the way Ryou stood out there. Grunting, Bakura flung opened the door, smirked, and locked eyes with the near-perfect copy standing in front of him.
Ryou glared. "Took you long enough." he growled pushing past Bakura and walking in. He had decided to only act like Bakura in front of others, but realizing that the Bakura that was standing in front of him looked more like his own reflection than he should, he picked up his act.
"Forgot how to open doors did you?" he hissed, "or did you get lost in your own house..."
Ah...so he's going to play this game now...even if there isn't anyone else around...interesting.
Bakura smiled in a way that only Ryou could. "I'm sorry...I was...well, busy..."
"You busy?" he snorted, and how he hated to do that...but it was part of the act so he did. "What could an idiot like you be doing, dear Landlord."
The irony in that, Ryou sighed internally. He really was going to have Bakura as a landlord, he mused as he looked around the room. He did not dare drop the sneer on his face, if Bakura wanted to play like this he was going to keep it up as well.
Bakura bit the inside of his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He had to admit, it was almost...dare he say cute? Especially the way he spat out the word 'landlord'. He idly wondered if Ryou was seriously trying to pretend to be him or if he was mocking him.
Well. Two could play at this game.
"...I wish you wouldn't call me that," he protested, frowning.
"What, am I the master of this house now?" Ryou gave him a wicked smile, stepping closer to Bakura. "This is your house, so you are the Landlord, idiot." he continued to walk towards Bakura, cornering him.
"Of course you're nothing without me..." he took hold of the other's face "and I no longer need you for anything..."
Bakura didn't know if it was the fact that he was getting too into character, or the mere fact that he was getting angry that he was actually allowing Ryou to put him down like this.
But he was flushing. Good Ra, he was flushing…
"Let...go of me, bastard..." he hissed, trying to break free from the other's hold.
It was no use. He seemed...stronger somehow...
Sighing heavily, Bakura rolled his eyes. "All right, I get it. You can be me. You can quit with the act now!" he barked.
Ryou frowned "but what if I don't want to...what if I find that being in control of you is much better than being Ryou..."
Ryou hated being treated like scum by Bakura and this was his first, and possibly only, chance at getting back at the spirit. He hated the sneering, and the verbal abuse. He hated being pushed around like he was worthless. "I find that you're not very fond of this treatment, are you Bakura..." he grabbed onto one of the other's arms. "you didn't actually think that you were the only one who could be like you, did you?" he pinned the arm against the wall. "If I learned anything from being pushed around by you all this time, it's your style..."
A small part of Ryou wanted to drop the act, and another part of him wanted to keep going. He could see a look of concern in the other's face, and he had to admit that it was amusing.
"Does it look like I'm fond of this?!?" he seethed. He wasn't protesting though. Rather, he was annoyed. "I don't act this horrible towards you, do I?"
Taking a deep breath and trying to regain his composure, Bakura finally managed to free himself from Ryou's grip.
Putting on his 'Ryou-face', he sunk down to the floor and tended to the bruises that his angry companion had left on his arm.
Ryou sighed. "You have at times." he got down on his knees and took hold of Bakura's arm, a nicer look in his brown eyes. "Though unlike you, I know how to take care of these injuries..." From his pocket he took our a tube of black pomade and put some on the bruises, rubbing it in. "This is supposed to help. Rubbing a bruise also helps get the blood circulating again..."
This is awkward, but I can't help but feel sorry for him....though he doesn't ever care enough about me to do this....
Bakura thought to yank his arm away from Ryou's hold but quickly fought against the urge to do so. Instead, he took to simply watching on as the other worked on rubbing ointment into his bruise.
"Ryou...you're quite strong, did you know that?" he murmured, studying the circumference of the bruise on his arm. A moment later, he closed his eyes, admittedly enjoying the feel of someone else's touch on his skin.
"You're stronger...but I don't care...physical strength doesn't do much for me...though I know I have it..." he tried to not push too hard on the bruises, knowing first hand that it could hurt a lot to rub them. What made things more confusing for him was that he noticed Bakura's expression had changed. His face was not entirely blank, but his eyes were closed and he looked a lot more comfortable than Ryou would have expected. "I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked, pulling his legs out from under himself and choosing to sit with them crossed.
Bakura shook his head. "No. It's fine..."
He blinked his eyes open and looked at Ryou, a serious expression present in his eyes. "Yado...Ryou...the way you acted...?" He quickly sighed, disregarding his own question. "Why are you being so nice all of the sudden?"
His eyes gravitated back to the spot where Ryou's hands were busy rubbing in ointment. Soft...they looked so soft...his touch was so soft...and caring...and...
He blinked furiously but didn't say a thing. Instead, a faint blush crept across his cheeks. Feeling the heat flushing to his face, he immediately bowed his head, causing messy white bangs to cascade in front of his face.
Ryou smiled at him softly. "I suppose it would be because I do worry about you...as much as I may hate the way you've treated me in the past, you're still a part of my past..." he felt embarrassed about admitting such a thing, but he saw nothing possibly bad coming from this conversation. "you're a part of my present and my future...we may not agree, but we're linked to each other through the ring...and I've learned that it's easier and best to try to comprehend our surroundings and situations than push them away...."
He trued to ignore the blush that was growing on his cheeks as he heard himself continue. "…and I like you a lot, I care about you..."
Ryou glanced up to check the other's reaction, noticing that the long platinume hair that was wilder than his own was covering his face and eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Bakura blinked at his confession. "I'm fine...but like?!?" He sighed. "What do you mean by like?" He raised his head, intending to give Ryou a scowl. The first sight he saw, however, troubled him.
Ryou was blushing. And he wasn't sure if he was still blushing himself.
"...what about you, huh? Are you alright? Did the cold get to you?"
Bakura frowned, not liking the awkwardness of situation at all.
Ryou shook his head, he rolled his lips in so that they were pressed into each other by his teeth and turned to look at the room they were sitting in...
"Don't worry about it...it's nothing important...." his voice was almost a whisper as he tried to somehow retract what he had already said, he had never meant for that to come out. He wasn't even sure if it was true. "Though what were you going to ask me?" his voice was slightly off pitch due to his nerves "you called me Ryou, which I do appreciate." he tried to smile at Bakura, but the blush in his face only grew deeper by doing so
Bakura studied Ryou for a moment before saying deciding to voice his opinion. "It's something if you're sick, Ryou..." He lowered his head and cleared his throat before continuing. "You said you liked me...?"
"I'm not sick." Ryou insisted, "I'm embarrassed..." he frowned slightly, "I just like you...I don't know..."