Title: Flying without Wings

Fandom: Yuugiou

Pairing: Bakura x Ryou

Rating: PG

Warnings: Character death

Summary: Bakura kisses his lover goodbye.

Author's Note: This is the most disturbing thing I've ever written and based on a pairing I never thought I'd write.

The idea for the story was based on part of a book I am reading for my Uni course, in which twelve princesses, all once married but now not, described what happened to their husbands; one of them, who's husband was particularly fat, put a poison in his milk which would make him explode, another scratched her husband's eyes out with her nails because he always referred to her as a falcon and she decided to be one for him, and one even turned her husband into a frog and kept him as a pet.

All the stories are kind of disturbing, but one is probably even worse. Perhaps the most disturbing thing though is that the events at the end of this were based on a true story I read.

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I had a lover once. I kissed him goodbye a year ago

He was more like a pet than a lover. He clung to my arm like a lost puppy whenever he could, and yet each time I beat him for looking at me so innocently with those deep chestnut eyes of his, the ones that almost broke me every time, he expressed his wish to be free, to fly away like a bird.

I never loved him. I don't think I was capable. I told him I did when I was drinking hungrily from a vein on his neck. He never realised I was speaking to the blood and not to him. Once I had said it, he would look at me with those innocent eyes of his, smile warmly and tell me the same back, and then I would beat him for speaking to me without permission.

The last time he said that to me, I stabbed him in the heart so he could never love anyone again.

That day, standing on the edge of the cliff with the breeze running through both his hair and mine, I kissed him goodbye with more passion than I had ever done before, then I tossed his head over the precipice, and gave him the freedom he had always wanted. I kept the rest of him as a souvenir, but I never had liked his face much.

I can still hear the crack it made when it hit the rocks at the bottom. Obviously no one ever told him you needed wings to fly.