Arguments (Ryo x Bakura Yu-Gi-Oh)

Arguments

!WARNING! YELLING AND ARGUING! MILD CUSSING!

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-Ryo's POV-

"Why are you always like this! Could you behave yourself for once!?" Yelling at him probably wasn't the best thing to do at this moment, but I didn't know what else to do. He doesn't listen if I don't yell, and I just want him to be safe.

"ITS MY OWN LIFE LANDLORD I'LL DO AS I PLEASE!"

Landlord. I'm fed up with that name. It hurts when he yells at me, but it's better then what it was. "I just don't want you getting hurt ok?!"

"WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOU, ITS NOT EVEN YOUR BODY ANYMORE!"

"Then why are you still calling me Landlord!?"

"BECAUSE THATS ALL YOU'LL EVER BE TO ME!"

I paused for a moment. I knew he hated me. I knew before the argument started. But hearing him say it, hearing him say that I would never even be a friend to him, when he has no idea what he's worth to me...its pain unimaginable. I took in a deep breath to calm myself, despite the feeling of tears forming in my eyes. I turned away from him and towards the direction of my own room. "I know Bakura, I just wish you wouldn't get hurt." With that I walked to my room, without another word.

Its the same cycle everyday. We fight, he says something hurtful, I go to my room and cry for a few hours, and sometimes after that I'll cook dinner for the both of us on the nights I actually eat. Which lately I've been eating less and less, and I think my friends have been noticing, but no one's said anything yet. The thought makes me wonder if Bakura notices. And if he does notice, does he even care. I shut the door to my room and put my back against it, sliding down to the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and let the tears I held back during the fight fall onto my pale knee caps. Of course, it's just like me to fall in love with someone who hates me.

-Bakura's POV-

I stared in disbelief at Ryo as he walked to his room. I know I shouldn't have said what I did, but trouble seems to follow me everywhere, and I want to keep him safe. Even if that means pushing him away. I don't know how I fell in love with him, but I guess his kind heart just got to me. He's the only one who can calm me down when I'm mad, and he knows it too. So why am I fighting with him? It's not like I can take back what I said, I doubt he'd forgive me. He might, because he's soft, but it refuse to apologize without a proper and very good reason. I sighed as I started walking to his bedroom door, knowing the part of me that loved him would make me feel even worse if I didn't apologize.

I stopped putside the door when I heard a noise from inside. A sound I haven't heard in a while. The sound of him crying. I could practically feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. I knocked lightly on the door and heard the crying stop quickly. A short silence followed before he finally said something. "Come in."

-Ryo's POV-

I heard a faint knock on the door and stopped crying. I dried my tears on my sleeves and quickly yet quietly got up from in front of the door and sat down on my bed.

"Come in."

I watched as Bakura opened the door and stepped into my dimly lit room. I noticed a bit of worry in his eyes, which was odd for him.

"What is it Bakura?"

He opened his mouth and closed it again without saying anything, as if trying to find the right words.

"Ryo, I'm sorry about what I said, your more to me then just a landlord, and I shouldn't be such an asshole to you as often as I am."

Did he just say he was sorry? And call me by my real name? I immediately got up from where I was sitting and hugged him tightly. I thought for certain he was going to push me away, but I felt his arms return the hug hesitantly.

"A-and Ryo you might hate me for this-"

I cut him off mid sentence. "I could never hate you Bakura." I smiled at him in reassurance.

He hesitantly continued "Ryo I am quite fond of you despite me attempting to push you away a-and I would like to take you on a date if you'll let me?"

I felt my cheeks turn red at the question. "O-Of course Bakura if love to! When and where?"

"Tommorow at 6 p.m. at the local cafè?"

"That sounds perfect."