AN: BWAHAHAHA! I am back! With a short little fic for Keishou Tokumatsu because she isn't feeling to well. It's short, i mean, really short, but i think it's cute. This might be moved to Yaoi Oneshots eventually, but i will leave it like this for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the song Austin by Blake Shelton. :(


Bakura entered a cold, dark, empty house. He shrugged off his black trench coat, and hung it up. Turning on the light as he walked into the kitchen, he found a note sitting on the table. There wasn't much written on it. 'I need to clear my mind' is all that was on the note. It was signed by his hikari, 's mind flashed to the fight they had the night before. He didn't think it was that big of a deal, but to Ryou, it was a very big deal.

Bakura checked the note for a number, but found none. He figured he had gone back to London. Ryou had talked about it all the time.

Bakura let out a sigh. "I really did it this time…"

It was almost a year before Ryou decided to call Bakura. Three rings, and an answering machine is what he got.

'If you're calling about the car, I sold it. If this is Tuesday night, I'm bowling. If you've got something to sell, you're wasting your time. I'm not buying. If it's anybody else, wait for the tone, you know what to do. And p.s. if this is London, I still love you.'

Ryou dropped the telephone onto the counter. He heard, but he couldn't believe. "What can of man would hang on that long? What kind of love that must be?"

Ryou waited three days before he tried to call Bakura again. He didn't know what he was going to say to him, but she felt like she had to call again. There was three rings, and the answering machine and then..

'If this is Friday night, I'm at the ball game. And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain, I'm headed out to the lake. And I'll be gone all weekend long. But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon. And p.s. if this is London, I still love you.'

This time Ryou left his number, but not another word. He waited by the phone on Sunday evening for Bakura to call.

Bakura checked his voice malls when he got home on Sunday. He picked up the phone and dialed the number that was left on the message, and this is what he heard.

'If you're calling about my heart, it's still yours. I should have listened to it a little more. And it wouldn't have taken me so long to know where I belong. And by the way, Bakura, this is no machine you're talking to. Can't ya tell? This is London. And I still love you.'