Bakura POV
"Baby, please take me back again. I promise that I will change for you. I won't ever drink or do drugs again. I will stick to our shared vice of smoking cigarettes." I looked deep into Ryou's brown eyes hoping he would believe me again.
"Bastard, why should I believe you every time we go through this its the same way. But why in the world do I crave your presence when you're gone. It's most likely the sex or something like that." I hear him try to not take me back, but I need him and this one stable part of my life too bad to ever fully stay away.
"You're right, but I really need you to be the stable part of my life. I know that I could live without you, but I want you. I want our life together. I want everything that you come with in my life. I want to be surrounded by our friends all while holding you and knowing that no one could ever take you away from me." I say knowing it's the truth, and that I will forever care about him.
"Fine, but the next time this happens I promise I will kick you out next time. We will be broken up and we won't ever get back together. But first let's have a smoke, I feel stressed out. I also wanted to tell you earlier that we will be getting a new addition to our mini family. We got approved to adopt." I heard that and for a second forgot how to breathe the little girl who would be our daughter after we foster her for a bit, Kisara. I hope that I never mess up again, because she will be apart of my stable haven.
"That's amazing and then we'll show her how to not ever mess up a relationship as well as how to deal with it." I was in love with having a family with him again. I grabbed his waist length hair and tied it into a high ponytail and grabbed mine and tied it into a low ponytail before grabbing my cigarette. We both started to do little tricks and things as we relaxed, but looking at the picture they gave us of her. A little girl with long white hair much like our own with blue eyes and pale skin.
"I really do hope you know, that I know you're not good for me. Maybe you're the one vice I can't kick, so I let you stay. I may love you, but love can easily once the wrong button is pushed turn to hate." I stared at the boy once weak, now strong, once overly polite, now used words that bite. It's amazing what a couple of bad choices can do to a lover.