A/N So for those wondering about Revival, chapters 5 & 6 should be up very very soon, I gave them to Sparkles so she could correct any mistakes for me. But for now have a very short tendershipping story I wrote on the way to dinner. x
He sat. Lights off. Air cold. Still. His arms huddled his knees towards himself. Phone off the hook. The revolting smell of frangipani air freshener that smelt nothing remotely like frangipani clogged his nose. Coughing. The sound interrupting the silence. Alone. That's what he was; all he was. Alone.
Ryou Bakura had always been alone, forgotten, ignored, rejected, forgotten, alone. His body shivered from the inside out. He was even more alone now. No one called. No one. They were afraid of him still. Afraid of *him* even though he was gone. They didn't know that. But Ryou did. It made him alone again. Bakura... Touzoku Bakura, Yami Bakura, Spirit of the Ring, Zorc, he was gone. All gone. There was no haunting laughter residing in his head. He'd attempted to contact the spirit. A oujia board. But useless attempts they were. Empty replies, late nights, bags under eyes, hollowed cheeks. Ryou was worthless in his mind. He wished for them to care once more. No one cared. Did they ever? They did. At one stage. Before they knew of Bakura, the other one, before that Monster World game, before they were almost trapped forever in those figurines. Something died in Ryou that day. The part of him in the White Mage had, he would never be whole. The spirit had filled that gap, but now he was gone. Alone. The silence was interrupted by an ear piercing scream, it tore from his throat and he fell to the floor crying. "Bakura..." he whimpered,
"Ryou..." a soft echo enclosed him and he swore he was hearing things, "I'll never leave you Ryou, you'll never be alone. Whether you see me or not is beside the point. Someone will always care about you," Ryou looked around in shock and terror, he had to be hallucinating, the spirit was gone. Gone. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. But please no you are not alone yadonushi, my respected host." Ryou swallowed hard and wiped the remnants of tears from his eyes, sunlight beginning to appear in small rows through the blinds.
"Th-Thank you..." he whispered into the stillness around him. Whether Bakura had truly said those words or not Ryou would remember them, and believe him. He was not alone and never would be.
He sat. Lights off. Air cold. Still. His arms huddled his knees towards himself. Phone off the hook. The revolting smell of frangipani air freshener that smelt nothing remotely like frangipani clogged his nose. Coughing. The sound interrupting the silence. Alone. That's what he was; all he was. Alone.
Ryou Bakura had always been alone, forgotten, ignored, rejected, forgotten, alone. His body shivered from the inside out. He was even more alone now. No one called. No one. They were afraid of him still. Afraid of *him* even though he was gone. They didn't know that. But Ryou did. It made him alone again. Bakura... Touzoku Bakura, Yami Bakura, Spirit of the Ring, Zorc, he was gone. All gone. There was no haunting laughter residing in his head. He'd attempted to contact the spirit. A oujia board. But useless attempts they were. Empty replies, late nights, bags under eyes, hollowed cheeks. Ryou was worthless in his mind. He wished for them to care once more. No one cared. Did they ever? They did. At one stage. Before they knew of Bakura, the other one, before that Monster World game, before they were almost trapped forever in those figurines. Something died in Ryou that day. The part of him in the White Mage had, he would never be whole. The spirit had filled that gap, but now he was gone. Alone. The silence was interrupted by an ear piercing scream, it tore from his throat and he fell to the floor crying. "Bakura..." he whimpered,
"Ryou..." a soft echo enclosed him and he swore he was hearing things, "I'll never leave you Ryou, you'll never be alone. Whether you see me or not is beside the point. Someone will always care about you," Ryou looked around in shock and terror, he had to be hallucinating, the spirit was gone. Gone. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. But please no you are not alone yadonushi, my respected host." Ryou swallowed hard and wiped the remnants of tears from his eyes, sunlight beginning to appear in small rows through the blinds.
"Th-Thank you..." he whispered into the stillness around him. Whether Bakura had truly said those words or not Ryou would remember them, and believe him. He was not alone and never would be.