What's she doing to me?

There she stood, practicing the latest bit of shadow magic Bakura has been spending days agonizingly trying to teach her. This latest spell was giving her a hell of a lot more trouble than every other spell we've taught her but I couldn't understand why. It wasn't -that- much harder than the last spell. And I knew she had the potential to cast it expertly. After all, Bakura and I wouldn't be here if she hadn't, first, freed us from the Shadow Realm, and second, given us our physical bodies through her dreams. Not to mention, she also somehow managed to put Bakura into his proper adult body after having, the first time around, mistakenly given him life in the body of the child he was long ago in Egypt.

Bakura suddenly turned and began heading for the door with a cry of frustration. "That's it! I give up! You try with her, tomb keeper, I'm going to grab some dinner."

As he slammed the door shut, I turned to see our vampire comrade kick the nearby chair over in anger.

"Damn it! Why can't I get this right?! It's not supposed to be this hard, right?!" She looked up at me, crimson eyes pleading. "Can't -you- teach me? You're my teacher but you've had Bakura take over the past 2 weeks. Why? I learn better with you."

Yes, I've had Bakura take over her lessons lately, with the pretense that he knew the spells better and could, therefore, be a better teacher. The truth is that, recently, whenever she'd accomplish a spell, Jessica would throw herself at me and cling to me. What's it called again? A hug? Yeah, that's it I think.

I used to simply push her off with ease whenever she 'hugged' me, but it's becoming more and more difficult to do that. She'd cling tighter and sometimes, just -sometimes-, I wanted her to continue clinging. It felt... nice.

...Ugh, but why?!? Why would I want her to cling to me like that?! Why would I enjoy her damned hugs?!

"Teacher? Are you okay?"

Her voice suddenly brought me out of my thoughts. In my musings, I hadn't realized how close she had been moving. Shit, she was within 'hugging' distance now. ARGH, there I go thinking about it again! What the hell is -wrong- with me?! Is this what little Yugi and his stupid friends go through every day? How do they -stand- it?!

"Hello? Earth to teeeeacher!"

"WHAT?!" My hand closed around her throat, eliciting a gasp of either surprise, or pain, or both. I didn't know nor care which it was. She was making me feel things I wasn't born to feel, as far as I knew. No, that's a privilege my -dear- hikari had. Not me. A being born from anger, pain, and hate wasn't allowed to feel joy or love. So why am I feeling this sudden urge to pull her closer?

My gaze fell to her pale lips, still parted from the shock of my sudden assault. Still not knowing why and angry for not understanding why, I leaned in, my hand still clasped around her throat...

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So around 6 years ago (give or take a few months), I met the most wonderful friend I could ever dream of having, . For those 6 years, we've held on to one massively long and epic mega-crossovers RP world that we've created. A little over a year ago, we started running out of ideas and needed to start a new RP world to juggle with the bigger one and keep the creative juices going, and so our Devil May Cry RP was born. Recently, we started missing YuGiOh like hell. So, putting our Mansion RP and DMC RP aside for now, we started up a YuGiOh RP almost exactly a week ago.

She was feeling pretty crappy the past two days, so I decided to try and cheer her up with a drawing (of a potential future scene in our new YGO RP). I showed it to her last night and her mood did a 180. ^^ I'm so happy to have made her feel better and to add to that, I wrote that little drabble up there. I hope you like it sissy!!! LOVE YOUUU!!!