Umm, hi. I'm Tiikerikissa, this is my first fanfic... Nice to meet you. I really tried my best here, hope I did at least okay... And I don't indeed own Yu-Gi-Oh. Sadly.

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Ryou ~ The good Bakura

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Bakura ~ The yami

Just to make sure you know. ^^;

Let the story begin!

Ryou Bakura woke up with tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure what dream he had seen, but it was one that had lead him into crying, so he tried to remember it. But he just couldn't. It was just too painful to think about.

Deep down he knew it hadn't been another nightmare. It had been a good dream, he had just started crying because it wasn't reality. And he knew why.

Because there was one person that starred in all his dreams - and nightmares.

"Bakura..." he whispered the name of his former yami, and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He wanted to scream, he wanted to ask why Bakura had left him. He wanted to blame the Pharaoh for winning Bakura in that stupid RPG some months back. But what's the use? Bakura was gone... He was dead. He couldn't answer to Ryou ever again. He wouldn't smirk, grin, yell or even hurt Ryou. Never again...

Ryou wished he had known Bakura would be gone so soon. He wasn't sure if that would've changed anything, but all those things Ryou hadn't done and said, all those smirks Ryou hadn't cherished enough... He could've at least given them a little more worth.

If only he could turn back time. Then return to those times, and then he could rewrite some of those moments he hadn't cherished enough back then. He could probably fix everything. Or at least he could try his best.

Ryou couldn't really care less if he had been used. He didn't care if he had been hurt. He just wanted to go back to his yami. And then Ryou realized what that meant.

He didn't want his yami back, no. Bakura had never left him. Instead, Ryou wanted to go back to his yami. Because Bakura had been forever frozen in time, while Ryou had been forced to move on. Sadly, going back wasn't really an option.

With these sad thoghts in his mind, the lonely hikari hid his face in a pillow and eventually cried himself to sleep once again.

Where am I? was the first thought in Ryou's mind after falling asleep.

Where's Bakura? was the second, that came right after the first one.

Naturally his dreams where always different (except for a few ever-returning nightmares, that is), but he had never seen one quite like this. It was very peaceful and everything was colored with warm shades. He looked around and realized he was actually standing in his very own room, everything had just been recolored. There was yellow floor that felt cold. An orange carpet, a fuzzy one, red walls that reminded him of Bakura's crimson eyes... Ryou sighed.

It was very beautiful, but Ryou still couldn't bring himself to like it. Nothing mattered, because Bakura wasn't there. Just like his life, actually. Beautiful, but pointless without Bakura there by his side. Ryou laughed a bit without any humor.

Suddenly there was a huge, flashing light that nearly hurt Ryou's eyes even though it was just a dream. And then an angel was suddenly standing in front of him. She had a light yellow, long cape, a halo and wings, and long, white hair. She looked awfully familiar, but Ryou was still thinking about Bakura. The angel smiled sweetly in a way you could call wonderful, pretty, amazing and such, but Ryou just frowned.

"Don't you like my fantasy?" the angel asked, apparently confused. Ryou looked at the floor, embrassed. It was truly rude to say no to an angel who had apparently created a beautiful fantasy just for you.

"It is really nice, but... No fantasies matter without Bakura." he admitted with a sigh.

The angel girl giggled a little. "How sweet."

Ryou blushed as he realized what he had just said, but the angel just continued. "I can help you, Ryou." Ryou didn't even wonder how this angel knew his name, it felt natural. But he was really confused now. Help me with what? Create a fantasy with better colors? Ryou frowned at this stupid joke his mind had come up with. Or maybe she was talking about...

The angel continued. "Didn't you just wish you could… Go back in time and rewrite it all? Say the words you should've said in the first place?" Ryou opened his mouth, about to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. Does that mean he could actually go back to his yami? Of course it would eventually end the same way it did the first time, but... Going back to his yami... The angel interrupted his thinking by continuing. "You have to act quickly, though, because I can't take you too far in time. And you need to fix everything before you have to see him die again, okay?"

Ryou winced at the thought of Bakura's death, and the angel gently wrapped her arms around him.

He wasn't convinced yet, though. "Why would you do all this? Just to help me, seriously?"

The angel smiled and clapped her hands twice. "I would do it..." she leaned closer to Ryou and whispered in his ear: "...So I'll never have to see you cry again, brother." And after those words came another flashing light, and soon his recolored room and the smiling angel disappeared.

End of chapter 1

Was that a good cliff-hanger? I really don't know. But I tried once again. :3

So, yes, review so I know what I did right! :D

Will be continuing this soon if I get a few nice reviews~