Just A Bit Complicated :one:Rain.Just A Bit Complicated :one: by Strigoi17
Bakura utterly adored it. He revered everything it brought to the table; and everything it was associated with: how it soaked the streets black, turning them into glassy death traps, how it's mere presence slaughtered a mood or set a scene to peak. He loved how it whispered against a closed windowpane, and how the sterling clouds blotted out and blanketed the world in imperial reign.
The only thing he loved more than a downpour, was the boy that, every day, sat only a seat ahead of him in AP English. The boy with thin, narrow shoulders and milk-chocolate eyes, the boy without a voice, constantly hidden beneath the same generic black sweatshirt he knew once belonged to a flaming Egyptian. The boy that loved nothing more than his bejeweled boyfriend, except perhaps, just perhaps, the theatre.
On an overcast Friday afternoon, as the clock ate away the last minutes of the school week, Bakura Touzouku caught his eyes betraying him; creeping from the large window, in the side of the cl