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What is up my Ninjas?!
I NEED...
INSPIRATION!
Please..? ;-; -Sob..-
I am SO close to being halfway done to my newest Ryou/Bakrua story, but I just can't drive myself to finish it! Damnit, why must I be so lazy?!
Not that any of you will actually read it but...
Title: ...Undecided. o_o
Coupling: Yami no Bakura/Ryou
Warning: AU, as...my stories usually are. <3 NOT FINISHED! o_O! Also, not edited, since it's not el done.
“Well, well Ry. Look who it is! It’s your little…lover boy over there, ne?” Joey nudges me in the side, causing me to almost drop my extremely huge Chemistry book onto my toes. …Thankfully though, I’m slick enough to stop it before great pain is inflicted upon my poor feet. Wow, oh god guys, look! The extreme klutz of the century actually had a lucky moment!
…Yeah, surprised the heck out of me as well. And god! What is it with my friends and my “lover boy”?! I DO NOT LIKE HIM! I am so SICK of hearing about it! Me, good child Ryou Uzumaki, liking one of the most handsome, and weirdest guys in school? …No. Our relationship goes as far as the door of Asian History, and that’s all.
Oh, and just great. I should make Joey open my locker now, erg… Since he nudged me, my hand slipped on the lock, and now I have to start all over afuckinggain! Jesus, Jesus Christ to the third power!
I give a dignified “humph”, and simply continue to spin the knob around, until it clicks on the final ‘7’ of my combo. Pressing the lever up, I open the dull silver door, then turn to my dim witted best friend. “For the last time, Joey, he is NOT my supposed “love interest”. I do not wish I had his phone number, or favorite pair of underwear to sniff, nor do I want to ever. At night, I don’t dream about kissing him, and I sure as hell don’t even THINK of dating him! Ugh!” I reply, a tad irritated. I glower at him slightly through misty green eyes, giving off a displeased frown. Joey just snorts, the oaf, and lifts a hand to ruffle my hair.
“Suuure, you don’t, Ry, sure. That’s why I always catch you staring at him in Chemistry class. I bet you’re sad Ms. Mitsuko gave us assigned seats so you couldn’t sit next to him and gawk at him for another hour longer.” I give a huff. I do NOT gawk at Bakura! I don’t even look at him, unless he’s talking to me in class, which he doesn’t do often.
…Where did Joey say Bakura was again? I don’t see him anywhere. He’s not by his locker, or with any of the friends I know he usually hangs out with. Damn this hall and this overload of teenagers!
“Ry, he’s…to your right, talking to Sakura.”
“…I know!” I give a nervous shuffle, and turn back to my locker after catching a quick glance of the male. I don’t understand how anyone can look so good in tattered jeans, a simple black long-sleeved band tee, and a grey hoodie with the sleeves hacked off. I just…don’t get it. It’s not that I think he looks h-handsome or anything, I just…he looks so cool. You know, the kind of cool you only see in movies; the bad ass who’s always wearing sunglasses, even when it’s raining, and jamming out to the punk bands in his beat up station wagon. He’s one of those kids who just…doesn’t even have to try. He’s so funny, he makes friends no matter where he goes. Even know he dresses different than the regular popular kids, they all still flock to him. With him, it’s not how he dresses, it’s all in his personality. He defines cool, I’d even go as far as to say. It’s only natural to want to be near him a lot, because he seems like so much fun. Everyone wants to be his friend, so…it’s only normal I secretly admire him, right?
I glance back to my locker, and proceed in stuffing my text book into the untidy little space, strewn with the rest of my friend’s books, and crinkled papers.
“No, no you didn’t. One day Ry, you’ll see lying gets you no where. But for now, I’m sorry my friend, but I must depart. Ms. Matsusaka wishes to have a private meeting with me-”
“In another words, you’ve landed yourself another lunch detention?” I counter nonchalantly, turning to him. He grins, and chocolate eyes swiveling to the ceiling.
“I…guess you could say that. It’s only ‘cause she loves me so much though, I’m telling ya’!”
“Oh yes, Joey, because Mrs. Matsusaka just adores seventeen-year-olds who call her a fat lush to her face.” I can’t help but laugh at the thought. I don’t even know where Joey came up with such a ridiculous term! Joey scoffs, crossing his bare arms up over his chest. ‘Smells like your Mom’…yep. Same tee-shirt as yesterday. God, for once I’d like to have a day where Joey actually woke up for school ON TIME.
“Chh, hey, maybe she’s just…different than anyone else!” he counters, pouting slightly. I reach my hand over to give my friend a pat on the back.
“Sorry Joey, but…I doubt that seeming as every single teenager seems to give you at least twelve lunch detentions a year. I guess…they’re just all in love with you, right?” I laugh and give him a wink, earning a glare.
“Chh, just you wait until later, Ryou. I’ll get you back for that!” I snort and shake my head, gazing once more to my locker, waving “goodbye” as he saunters away. I almost feel sorry for Joey…kind of. After all, it isn’t his fault common sense wasn’t in his gene pool. I sigh softly, and begin to dig through the pile of books in my locker, attempting to find my Psychology book, since I have that right after lunch. “Awe, crap! I forgot that stupid worksheet at home, didn’t I?!” I curse to myself as I drag out my book. I knew I forgot something at home this morning! “Ugh, now what? I can’t just copy off of someone els-”
“You know, Ryou…talking to yourself isn’t a very healthy habit to take up. Then again, you have always been a little strange, haven’t you?”
…Oh my goodness.
My mouth drops open as I stare blankly into my locker. I…recognize that voice! He-He said m-my name but he couldn’t have! I, I mean…he’s never talked to me really outside of class before, Why is…he can’t be talking to me, no! Locker 515, two lockers away from me to the left…no. He wouldn’t…but then, why did he say my name?
I cant my head to the side, my curious emerald eyes gazing up to find that my hearing doesn’t deceive and in fact, he’s standing there, next to me; Bakura Izawa, with his dark, intense kohl-lined eyes and stark white bangs defined with jet black streaks…oh man. I can’t…help but stare. I think…he notices too, because he’s suddenly grinning and moving in just a little bit closer as if to make me even more jittery.
“W-What d-did you say?” I sound out shakily, gaping up at him still.
…Damn it to hell.
It’s isn’t a crush. I don’t…I don’t like Bakura Izawa, not like that! But…why do I feel so weak?
His chocolate gaze turns up to the ceiling for a moment, before our eyes meet once again. “You heard me, Pretty boy. Unless of course you left your hearing aid at home today or something,” he jokes, giving me a little wink. Even know technically that should be slightly insulting, I can’t help but smile up at him all the same.
“N-No, it’s not that. I just…wasn’t paying much attention, that’s all. I had something else on my mind,” I say softly, lifting a hand to brush some silvery strands behind my ear. “I mean…usually you don’t talk to me outside of class.”
“True, but only because half the time I think you hate me! I mean…I wave to you all the time in the hallways, but you never seem to wave back. I don’t know, is it embarrassing to let people know you associate with me or something?” My eyes widen.
“You mean…you were waving at me all those times? I just…I don’t know, figured they were for someone else. It’s n-not at all because I hate you! I love-I mean, I, I just…I like…you. I like you as a friend…a lot!” Oh god, I’ve already messed up haven’t I? God self, you really have a great way of ruining my day/embarrassing me! Why, oh why do I always have to say the stupidest things?! For once, can’t I just seem…cool? I can already feel a blush beginning to rise to my cheeks. I can’t believe I was about to tell him I -loved- him…
A silvery brow of his raises and he nods aptly, eyes staring down at me as if looking for some sort of answer. I’m sorry Bakura, I can’t help but be so idiotic around you…I wouldn’t blame you if you just walked away right now…
“Yes, I was waving at you weirdo,” He grins lightly, “Who else would they have been for? Maybe next time I should scream out your name at the exact same time so you get the point, eh?” He asks as he flicks me in the nose, making me crinkle it up. I laugh softly, shrugging.
“M-Maybe you should. But…what is it you needed exactly, anyways, Bakura?” I titl my head curiously, closing my locker door to lean against it.
“Well, actually…I was just sort of wondering what you were doing tonight, with it being Halloween, and all; Going trick-or-treating or something?” Hahah Bakura. Ha freaking ha. I roll my eyes and shake my head, turning away from him.
“No Bakura, I haven’t done that since I was twelve and all I’m doing tonight is going home and doing a whole damn lot of nothing,” I reply mundanely, crossing my arms, “Halloween is for kids. For me, it’s just another school night filed with ridiculously hard math homework and annoying children ringing my doorbell every two minutes.” Why does he care, anyway? I already know he’s doing something better without me. He doesn’t have to rub it in…
“Mm, true but we’re still kids. You just don’t know how to have a good time.” He grins, hand reaching out to take hold of my chin, catching me a tad off guard. I can’t help but gulp, and stare a bit helplessly up into his eyes. He moves in a step closer, making me press myself back up against the locker. Why…am I acting so weird…?
I don’t understand.
“N-Not true…” I counter weakly, hues gazing down to the hand that slowly retreats from my chin down to the locker, successfully pinning me in between said lockers and Bakura.
“Yeah, Ryou…it is.” I can’t really argue. It’s probably true really, and…when his eyes are…staring like this directly into my own, I just can’t deny him. No matter what he said at this moment, I don’t think I could find it in my heart to disagree. What’s happening? Bakura, please stop doing this to me.
Don’t be such…a tease…
I want you. But…no..your eyes…they’re so alluring and zealous…I’m lost in them Bakura, I am, but what do I do? They have this offbeat passion, this smoldering fire that burns and if…I stare hard enough, I can tell Bakura, you’re yearning…for something.
…But what?
Bakura, how can I uncover all of your secrets?
I’m caught out of my trance suddenly when I feel warm fingers graze over my cheek. I can’t help but shiver. How can someone so warm give me a chill?
His head dips down low, next to my ear, and suddenly hot, lucid breath beats up against my flesh. I don’t…understand him… My eyes close, and my breathing halts for a moment in my throat. I can’t think straight when he’s so close like this. I’m so tense, my fists are curled. I feel so undeniably weak…
“Come with me tonight, Ryou. Please?” he whispers heatedly, “After all, you need someone to protect you from all the scary monsters out on a night like this. I can’t just let you stay home all alone, with you being so innocent, and all.” I open my eyes in a puzzled fashion, and watch Bakura pull back and step away, watching me with a smirk. I must look so weird. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks…but…
WAIT!
Go…with Bakura? I’m so confused, yet…how many ways are there to say “HELL YES!!!” because my mind wishes to scream it out in every single language. Still, I can’t help but be a bit suspicious. Why doesn’t someone like Bakura want to spend any amount of time with me? “S-Seriously?” I breathe out disbelievingly.
“Ehh, duh. Seriously.”
“Just…you and me?” Bakura gives an irritated sigh, rolling ember depths.
“Yes! Just you and me. Who else? I don’t usually take more than one person out at a time on a date. Do you?” But…BACKTRACK.
A DATE?! With Bakura?! And me?! On a date with…
Oh my god.
I…have no idea what to say.
How about yes?!
…Thank you brain, I knew you’d kick in sooner or later. I beam, as it’s hard not to when you’ve just been asked out by your crush. I really can’t believe this is happening, though. Why of all days, is this one the day I get lucky? “I…I’d absolutely love to y-you know, go…out with you tonight.” I can’t believe I’m even able to say that sentence and not have it be just a dream! What’s best about it is that…Bakura’s grinning back, and he seems almost relieved? I don’t understand why though; it’s not like I would’ve ever said “no”…not to him…
I don’t think I know a single soul who would have. Save…my friends who aren’t gay.
“Heh, alright. Then it’s settled; I’ll pick you up at five tonight, then? Give me your phone number real quick though, and I’ll call when I get home to get your address,” he says, dragging a pen out from his hoodie pocket. He draws back his sleeve, ready to write it down on his arm. My…phone number is going to be on Bakura’s arm! Why is that so cool to me? Something’s so wrong because…I can’t be this happy over just being asked out, but I am.
“Oh, okay! 347-6421,” I sound out slowly, watching him as he concentrates and scribbles down the writing in his neat handwriting.
“That’s it? Alright. I’ll call you tonight then. For now, I’d better be off to lunch.” His hand lifts up, and before I know it, his hand cups my cheek gently, making me lean into the warm touch.
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you tonight, then?” I reply softly, giving him a smile, a tad disappointed when his hand moves away.
“Yeah, you will. Can’t wait to see you tonight, either. But…don’t forget breath mints, alright? I’d hate to make out with you and have it taste gross.” He makes a sour face, and my mouth drops open. Maybe I should’ve said “no” after all! Suddenly, he’s chuckling, and he shakes his head, flicking me on the nose. “I’m just kidding, you. Don’t get so worked up. I think…I’d like kissing you no matter what you ate.” And with a last wink, he leaves me standing there, speechless once again.
Date. Kissing.
My first kiss…
Jesus, Jesus fucking Christ! What am I going to do?! I’m already nervous…
I just don’t understand today. What did I miss? Why all of a sudden does…Bakura want to go out with me? Why does he want to kiss me, and…what am I going to do if he does? I’ve never kissed before, oh crap! I hope…I don’t embarrass myself too badly tonight.
But most of all I hope…
That this isn’t the last time Bakura wants to see me and when we kiss…it’s perfect.
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here to read. <3 I also have the best news! I'm in love.
...With my new Naruto plushie. <3 He's 20 dollars I'll never regret spending! Yay!
As for how my four day weekend is going well...ehh. It's okay! I've been sick, but I try not to dwell too much on that. Thursday, Ash, Jess, and I went to the mall for the day and had tons of fun being weirdoes, as usual. I'm just sad Ash couldn't stay the night then, because Jessica and I went back to her house and made tote bags. xD! She's such a cheater though. Mine -is- actually made from complete scratch, all four peices had to be cut, then all sewn together, and Jessica used a weird fabric, and only had to sew up the sides to make her bag. e-e
Mine's cute though. x3.
It's made from a Spider Man pillow case, even know I don't particularly care for him all too much, but I think I actually did a really nice job on it! I'll have to take pictures of it and my new love later on, when I reinstall my webcam software, and find my chair light. :/
And...someone really needs to make Bakura-saaaama come online, because I'm bored, and anticipating his comeback, so we can finish our RP! >< He's the best!
OH! And Jessica and I spent two hours yesterday and today just chilling out at Border's and reading Manga. xD. I finally caught up and read all the Fruit's Baskets, and Kare First Love, which is SO adorable if you're in to girly love stories. -Sweatdrop. Is.- And...Fruits Basket...is weird! I just want to punch Akito sometimes. Grr, he's such a jerk. Tch. Can't wait for number 12 though. I really wanna see what happens in the end, to find out who the hell it is Tohru's really in love with, anyway. It's kind of hard to tell in the Manga, or she just loves them both maybe? o_o I've seen the anime, but...I don't know. With the way she acts, it's hard for me to believe it's -really- Kyo she wants.
...I love Kyo. Then again, what girl wouldn't? o_o;
Hatsuharu, too. <3 And Momiji! Oh man, his song he made of himself is the epitome of adorable. Gah, I <3 that Manga too much.
NOT more then Gravitation, though. Nothing will ever meet the greatness of that. AND.
My Halloween party is only like...two weeks away, I think. I still have no idea what we're doing Saturday, though. OH man, I REALLY want to go to the big Halloween Rave. :/ My friend's party is that night too though.
Gah, I guess I'll see.
I'm still debating Trick or Treating, too. :/
Either way, I'm too tired to type much more, and really want to RP as usual.
...Damn. ;-;
I NEED...
INSPIRATION!
Please..? ;-; -Sob..-
I am SO close to being halfway done to my newest Ryou/Bakrua story, but I just can't drive myself to finish it! Damnit, why must I be so lazy?!
Not that any of you will actually read it but...
Title: ...Undecided. o_o
Coupling: Yami no Bakura/Ryou
Warning: AU, as...my stories usually are. <3 NOT FINISHED! o_O! Also, not edited, since it's not el done.
“Well, well Ry. Look who it is! It’s your little…lover boy over there, ne?” Joey nudges me in the side, causing me to almost drop my extremely huge Chemistry book onto my toes. …Thankfully though, I’m slick enough to stop it before great pain is inflicted upon my poor feet. Wow, oh god guys, look! The extreme klutz of the century actually had a lucky moment!
…Yeah, surprised the heck out of me as well. And god! What is it with my friends and my “lover boy”?! I DO NOT LIKE HIM! I am so SICK of hearing about it! Me, good child Ryou Uzumaki, liking one of the most handsome, and weirdest guys in school? …No. Our relationship goes as far as the door of Asian History, and that’s all.
Oh, and just great. I should make Joey open my locker now, erg… Since he nudged me, my hand slipped on the lock, and now I have to start all over afuckinggain! Jesus, Jesus Christ to the third power!
I give a dignified “humph”, and simply continue to spin the knob around, until it clicks on the final ‘7’ of my combo. Pressing the lever up, I open the dull silver door, then turn to my dim witted best friend. “For the last time, Joey, he is NOT my supposed “love interest”. I do not wish I had his phone number, or favorite pair of underwear to sniff, nor do I want to ever. At night, I don’t dream about kissing him, and I sure as hell don’t even THINK of dating him! Ugh!” I reply, a tad irritated. I glower at him slightly through misty green eyes, giving off a displeased frown. Joey just snorts, the oaf, and lifts a hand to ruffle my hair.
“Suuure, you don’t, Ry, sure. That’s why I always catch you staring at him in Chemistry class. I bet you’re sad Ms. Mitsuko gave us assigned seats so you couldn’t sit next to him and gawk at him for another hour longer.” I give a huff. I do NOT gawk at Bakura! I don’t even look at him, unless he’s talking to me in class, which he doesn’t do often.
…Where did Joey say Bakura was again? I don’t see him anywhere. He’s not by his locker, or with any of the friends I know he usually hangs out with. Damn this hall and this overload of teenagers!
“Ry, he’s…to your right, talking to Sakura.”
“…I know!” I give a nervous shuffle, and turn back to my locker after catching a quick glance of the male. I don’t understand how anyone can look so good in tattered jeans, a simple black long-sleeved band tee, and a grey hoodie with the sleeves hacked off. I just…don’t get it. It’s not that I think he looks h-handsome or anything, I just…he looks so cool. You know, the kind of cool you only see in movies; the bad ass who’s always wearing sunglasses, even when it’s raining, and jamming out to the punk bands in his beat up station wagon. He’s one of those kids who just…doesn’t even have to try. He’s so funny, he makes friends no matter where he goes. Even know he dresses different than the regular popular kids, they all still flock to him. With him, it’s not how he dresses, it’s all in his personality. He defines cool, I’d even go as far as to say. It’s only natural to want to be near him a lot, because he seems like so much fun. Everyone wants to be his friend, so…it’s only normal I secretly admire him, right?
I glance back to my locker, and proceed in stuffing my text book into the untidy little space, strewn with the rest of my friend’s books, and crinkled papers.
“No, no you didn’t. One day Ry, you’ll see lying gets you no where. But for now, I’m sorry my friend, but I must depart. Ms. Matsusaka wishes to have a private meeting with me-”
“In another words, you’ve landed yourself another lunch detention?” I counter nonchalantly, turning to him. He grins, and chocolate eyes swiveling to the ceiling.
“I…guess you could say that. It’s only ‘cause she loves me so much though, I’m telling ya’!”
“Oh yes, Joey, because Mrs. Matsusaka just adores seventeen-year-olds who call her a fat lush to her face.” I can’t help but laugh at the thought. I don’t even know where Joey came up with such a ridiculous term! Joey scoffs, crossing his bare arms up over his chest. ‘Smells like your Mom’…yep. Same tee-shirt as yesterday. God, for once I’d like to have a day where Joey actually woke up for school ON TIME.
“Chh, hey, maybe she’s just…different than anyone else!” he counters, pouting slightly. I reach my hand over to give my friend a pat on the back.
“Sorry Joey, but…I doubt that seeming as every single teenager seems to give you at least twelve lunch detentions a year. I guess…they’re just all in love with you, right?” I laugh and give him a wink, earning a glare.
“Chh, just you wait until later, Ryou. I’ll get you back for that!” I snort and shake my head, gazing once more to my locker, waving “goodbye” as he saunters away. I almost feel sorry for Joey…kind of. After all, it isn’t his fault common sense wasn’t in his gene pool. I sigh softly, and begin to dig through the pile of books in my locker, attempting to find my Psychology book, since I have that right after lunch. “Awe, crap! I forgot that stupid worksheet at home, didn’t I?!” I curse to myself as I drag out my book. I knew I forgot something at home this morning! “Ugh, now what? I can’t just copy off of someone els-”
“You know, Ryou…talking to yourself isn’t a very healthy habit to take up. Then again, you have always been a little strange, haven’t you?”
…Oh my goodness.
My mouth drops open as I stare blankly into my locker. I…recognize that voice! He-He said m-my name but he couldn’t have! I, I mean…he’s never talked to me really outside of class before, Why is…he can’t be talking to me, no! Locker 515, two lockers away from me to the left…no. He wouldn’t…but then, why did he say my name?
I cant my head to the side, my curious emerald eyes gazing up to find that my hearing doesn’t deceive and in fact, he’s standing there, next to me; Bakura Izawa, with his dark, intense kohl-lined eyes and stark white bangs defined with jet black streaks…oh man. I can’t…help but stare. I think…he notices too, because he’s suddenly grinning and moving in just a little bit closer as if to make me even more jittery.
“W-What d-did you say?” I sound out shakily, gaping up at him still.
…Damn it to hell.
It’s isn’t a crush. I don’t…I don’t like Bakura Izawa, not like that! But…why do I feel so weak?
His chocolate gaze turns up to the ceiling for a moment, before our eyes meet once again. “You heard me, Pretty boy. Unless of course you left your hearing aid at home today or something,” he jokes, giving me a little wink. Even know technically that should be slightly insulting, I can’t help but smile up at him all the same.
“N-No, it’s not that. I just…wasn’t paying much attention, that’s all. I had something else on my mind,” I say softly, lifting a hand to brush some silvery strands behind my ear. “I mean…usually you don’t talk to me outside of class.”
“True, but only because half the time I think you hate me! I mean…I wave to you all the time in the hallways, but you never seem to wave back. I don’t know, is it embarrassing to let people know you associate with me or something?” My eyes widen.
“You mean…you were waving at me all those times? I just…I don’t know, figured they were for someone else. It’s n-not at all because I hate you! I love-I mean, I, I just…I like…you. I like you as a friend…a lot!” Oh god, I’ve already messed up haven’t I? God self, you really have a great way of ruining my day/embarrassing me! Why, oh why do I always have to say the stupidest things?! For once, can’t I just seem…cool? I can already feel a blush beginning to rise to my cheeks. I can’t believe I was about to tell him I -loved- him…
A silvery brow of his raises and he nods aptly, eyes staring down at me as if looking for some sort of answer. I’m sorry Bakura, I can’t help but be so idiotic around you…I wouldn’t blame you if you just walked away right now…
“Yes, I was waving at you weirdo,” He grins lightly, “Who else would they have been for? Maybe next time I should scream out your name at the exact same time so you get the point, eh?” He asks as he flicks me in the nose, making me crinkle it up. I laugh softly, shrugging.
“M-Maybe you should. But…what is it you needed exactly, anyways, Bakura?” I titl my head curiously, closing my locker door to lean against it.
“Well, actually…I was just sort of wondering what you were doing tonight, with it being Halloween, and all; Going trick-or-treating or something?” Hahah Bakura. Ha freaking ha. I roll my eyes and shake my head, turning away from him.
“No Bakura, I haven’t done that since I was twelve and all I’m doing tonight is going home and doing a whole damn lot of nothing,” I reply mundanely, crossing my arms, “Halloween is for kids. For me, it’s just another school night filed with ridiculously hard math homework and annoying children ringing my doorbell every two minutes.” Why does he care, anyway? I already know he’s doing something better without me. He doesn’t have to rub it in…
“Mm, true but we’re still kids. You just don’t know how to have a good time.” He grins, hand reaching out to take hold of my chin, catching me a tad off guard. I can’t help but gulp, and stare a bit helplessly up into his eyes. He moves in a step closer, making me press myself back up against the locker. Why…am I acting so weird…?
I don’t understand.
“N-Not true…” I counter weakly, hues gazing down to the hand that slowly retreats from my chin down to the locker, successfully pinning me in between said lockers and Bakura.
“Yeah, Ryou…it is.” I can’t really argue. It’s probably true really, and…when his eyes are…staring like this directly into my own, I just can’t deny him. No matter what he said at this moment, I don’t think I could find it in my heart to disagree. What’s happening? Bakura, please stop doing this to me.
Don’t be such…a tease…
I want you. But…no..your eyes…they’re so alluring and zealous…I’m lost in them Bakura, I am, but what do I do? They have this offbeat passion, this smoldering fire that burns and if…I stare hard enough, I can tell Bakura, you’re yearning…for something.
…But what?
Bakura, how can I uncover all of your secrets?
I’m caught out of my trance suddenly when I feel warm fingers graze over my cheek. I can’t help but shiver. How can someone so warm give me a chill?
His head dips down low, next to my ear, and suddenly hot, lucid breath beats up against my flesh. I don’t…understand him… My eyes close, and my breathing halts for a moment in my throat. I can’t think straight when he’s so close like this. I’m so tense, my fists are curled. I feel so undeniably weak…
“Come with me tonight, Ryou. Please?” he whispers heatedly, “After all, you need someone to protect you from all the scary monsters out on a night like this. I can’t just let you stay home all alone, with you being so innocent, and all.” I open my eyes in a puzzled fashion, and watch Bakura pull back and step away, watching me with a smirk. I must look so weird. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks…but…
WAIT!
Go…with Bakura? I’m so confused, yet…how many ways are there to say “HELL YES!!!” because my mind wishes to scream it out in every single language. Still, I can’t help but be a bit suspicious. Why doesn’t someone like Bakura want to spend any amount of time with me? “S-Seriously?” I breathe out disbelievingly.
“Ehh, duh. Seriously.”
“Just…you and me?” Bakura gives an irritated sigh, rolling ember depths.
“Yes! Just you and me. Who else? I don’t usually take more than one person out at a time on a date. Do you?” But…BACKTRACK.
A DATE?! With Bakura?! And me?! On a date with…
Oh my god.
I…have no idea what to say.
How about yes?!
…Thank you brain, I knew you’d kick in sooner or later. I beam, as it’s hard not to when you’ve just been asked out by your crush. I really can’t believe this is happening, though. Why of all days, is this one the day I get lucky? “I…I’d absolutely love to y-you know, go…out with you tonight.” I can’t believe I’m even able to say that sentence and not have it be just a dream! What’s best about it is that…Bakura’s grinning back, and he seems almost relieved? I don’t understand why though; it’s not like I would’ve ever said “no”…not to him…
I don’t think I know a single soul who would have. Save…my friends who aren’t gay.
“Heh, alright. Then it’s settled; I’ll pick you up at five tonight, then? Give me your phone number real quick though, and I’ll call when I get home to get your address,” he says, dragging a pen out from his hoodie pocket. He draws back his sleeve, ready to write it down on his arm. My…phone number is going to be on Bakura’s arm! Why is that so cool to me? Something’s so wrong because…I can’t be this happy over just being asked out, but I am.
“Oh, okay! 347-6421,” I sound out slowly, watching him as he concentrates and scribbles down the writing in his neat handwriting.
“That’s it? Alright. I’ll call you tonight then. For now, I’d better be off to lunch.” His hand lifts up, and before I know it, his hand cups my cheek gently, making me lean into the warm touch.
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you tonight, then?” I reply softly, giving him a smile, a tad disappointed when his hand moves away.
“Yeah, you will. Can’t wait to see you tonight, either. But…don’t forget breath mints, alright? I’d hate to make out with you and have it taste gross.” He makes a sour face, and my mouth drops open. Maybe I should’ve said “no” after all! Suddenly, he’s chuckling, and he shakes his head, flicking me on the nose. “I’m just kidding, you. Don’t get so worked up. I think…I’d like kissing you no matter what you ate.” And with a last wink, he leaves me standing there, speechless once again.
Date. Kissing.
My first kiss…
Jesus, Jesus fucking Christ! What am I going to do?! I’m already nervous…
I just don’t understand today. What did I miss? Why all of a sudden does…Bakura want to go out with me? Why does he want to kiss me, and…what am I going to do if he does? I’ve never kissed before, oh crap! I hope…I don’t embarrass myself too badly tonight.
But most of all I hope…
That this isn’t the last time Bakura wants to see me and when we kiss…it’s perfect.
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here to read. <3 I also have the best news! I'm in love.
...With my new Naruto plushie. <3 He's 20 dollars I'll never regret spending! Yay!
As for how my four day weekend is going well...ehh. It's okay! I've been sick, but I try not to dwell too much on that. Thursday, Ash, Jess, and I went to the mall for the day and had tons of fun being weirdoes, as usual. I'm just sad Ash couldn't stay the night then, because Jessica and I went back to her house and made tote bags. xD! She's such a cheater though. Mine -is- actually made from complete scratch, all four peices had to be cut, then all sewn together, and Jessica used a weird fabric, and only had to sew up the sides to make her bag. e-e
Mine's cute though. x3.
It's made from a Spider Man pillow case, even know I don't particularly care for him all too much, but I think I actually did a really nice job on it! I'll have to take pictures of it and my new love later on, when I reinstall my webcam software, and find my chair light. :/
And...someone really needs to make Bakura-saaaama come online, because I'm bored, and anticipating his comeback, so we can finish our RP! >< He's the best!
OH! And Jessica and I spent two hours yesterday and today just chilling out at Border's and reading Manga. xD. I finally caught up and read all the Fruit's Baskets, and Kare First Love, which is SO adorable if you're in to girly love stories. -Sweatdrop. Is.- And...Fruits Basket...is weird! I just want to punch Akito sometimes. Grr, he's such a jerk. Tch. Can't wait for number 12 though. I really wanna see what happens in the end, to find out who the hell it is Tohru's really in love with, anyway. It's kind of hard to tell in the Manga, or she just loves them both maybe? o_o I've seen the anime, but...I don't know. With the way she acts, it's hard for me to believe it's -really- Kyo she wants.
...I love Kyo. Then again, what girl wouldn't? o_o;
Hatsuharu, too. <3 And Momiji! Oh man, his song he made of himself is the epitome of adorable. Gah, I <3 that Manga too much.
NOT more then Gravitation, though. Nothing will ever meet the greatness of that. AND.
My Halloween party is only like...two weeks away, I think. I still have no idea what we're doing Saturday, though. OH man, I REALLY want to go to the big Halloween Rave. :/ My friend's party is that night too though.
Gah, I guess I'll see.
I'm still debating Trick or Treating, too. :/
Either way, I'm too tired to type much more, and really want to RP as usual.
...Damn. ;-;