Warnings: Fluff. And a lot of it. There may be some angst/ gore later on, but nothing too bad.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
No flames please! Enjoy! ^^
It was very dark. That's all that registered in my mind when I first woke up. All I could see was a blurred shape in the corner. That would be Bakura; he always stayed with me after the beatings. It seems strange, but he takes care of me afterwards. He bandages the cuts almost tenderly. I used to think it was because he didn't want his body becoming damaged, but even now he has his own body, he still does it. I've never understood it, and I've never dared to ask him.
I was lying on the bed. Slowly, tentatively, I ran my fingers over my skin. Last night must have been bad, I thought , wincing as my cold fingers brushed over the fresh bruises. There seemed to be an awful lot of blood. The sheets were dyed red. That's irritating, I remember thinking. Blood takes forever to come out.
Well, this won't clean itself up, I told myself. Time to get up.
I limped across the room, and tugged the curtains open. Light flooded into the room, and my breath hitched in my throat. Last night must have been really bad, I thought, as I stared in a horrified daze at the chaos that was my usually immaculate apartment. Broken furniture, smashed photo frames, torn cushions… and blood everywhere.
I sighed in resignation. Damn. This would take forever to clean! My eyes rested on the sleeping form of my yami. He looked almost innocent in sleep. Like a child. Ironic, considering that this turmoil was all his doing.
That was when I realised something. I opened the curtains, but there was still darkness on one side of the room. Puzzled, I turned to see what could be causing it, but as I turned the darkness moved. Strange.
I suppose it was due to blood loss, or exhaustion, or pain that I didn't realise right away. Or maybe I knew all along, but it was too horrifying to even contemplate.
"Bakura." My voice shook, even though I was trying so hard not to panic. "Bakura, wake up. Something's wrong."
I wasn't speaking loudly, but somehow the quiet terror in my voice cut through his sleep, and he opened his eyes immediately. I must have looked odd, standing in the middle of the room, staring straight ahead, as if I was frozen.
"What is it, brat? This had better be good- you know better than to wake me without proper reason." His voice was chilling and soft, as it always was, but for some reason it didn't send shivers down my spine that way it normally did. I was too concerned with that unexplainable darkness.
"Bakura, come here. Please." My voice was so quiet that it was amazing that he heard me at all. I think it must have worried him that I didn't flinch at his voice, like normal, so he stood up swiftly and crossed the room to my side.
"What is it?"
"I….. I can't see."
"What? You can't see me?"
"Yeah, I can see you now… but on my other side, Bakura I can't see anything out of my left eye!" My voice had risen; I was really scared now.
"Okay, calm down," he snapped. "Stay still." He moved around me slowly. When he disappeared from my vision, I couldn't bite back the cry of fear.
"You can't see me?"
I shook my head, afraid that if I spoke, I would not be able to hold back the tears.
He moved back into my sight, and a strange sense of relief filled me. It felt as though he had been lost in that strange sea of darkness, even though I knew he had been standing right next to me.
"And you can see me now?"
I nodded.
A peculiar expression filled his eyes. Pity? Sadness? Whatever it was, it broke the barrier, and tears spilled down my face. Tears that on my left side were mixed with blood. He gently wiped away the tears with his thumb, and I leaned my face on his hand.
"Hikari…"
"Yes." I whispered. "Last night… I think you blinded me in one eye."
Suddenly it seemed very real.
What do you think? Should I keep it in Ryou's POV or change it to 3rd Person?
I probably won't update for a while, because I'm really busy (it's my birthday in two days ^^) but chap 2 should be up within the next few weeks.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
-Always a Bookworm