I've been accepted into the fanfic100 ultimate fanfic challenge. So yes, this if my first one for topic 1- beginnings. I'll be posting my stories here for a day or two before posting them for the challenge to get some feedback a a go or a no. So, go read and please (hopefully) enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or the characters and make no prophit from this sotry. however the storyline of this fiction is mine, do not steal please.

Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Ryou Bakura
Prompt: Beginnings, #1
Word Count: 1,262
Rating: T

Warning(s): implied yaoi pairing.

Summary: Some beginnings don't need ends...

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"So why do you only read the beginnings?"

"Well…" he'd waited weeks to hear the soft, fluid voice that came with the answer. "Sometimes the ending isn't worth knowing."

Bakura couldn't think of a reply, he'd covered every possible scenario before approaching the cherubic teen that been the sole item of his concentration for so many months. But, apparently, he hadn't cover every scenario…this wasn't an answer he'd expected at all. So he simply watched on as the white-haired Ryou continued on his usual practice, not able to think of a response worthy of either of their time.

It was three months ago that his obsession had started. It was that dark, rainy day, fitting for the situation, that every senior was forced to face sooner-or-later; Report research at the library. The air filled with the smell of old, moldy paper and the cheap perfume of old, flirty librarians and a haven for an angle. It didn't take Bakura long to spot Ryou, vivid green eyes glued to one book, reading a short passage, before moving to the next and repeating the process, his silky white hair tied back, out of his face, absently showing off his milky white neck to the world.

He glowed.

No homework had gotten done that day, the hours spent instead stalking the elusive angle, every time Bakura drew near enough to speak up, he'd disappear into a back room, reappearing elsewhere if at all.

The next time Bakura had entered the library, it had been of choice, no handcuffs or threats involved in any way. He scanned each room, but finding each equally empty of his angle, began his work from a table upstairs which easily overlooked the front doors, you never knew who could show up. It was on the forth large, dusty reference book that he entered. It was 2:00 pm. He watched the teen walked through the entrance hall, smiling shyly at the librarians, who were barely restraining themselves from assaulting him with their pointless, flirty banter, and made his way to the lower fiction room. Bakura had no second thoughts about tossing his "Psychology of Obsessions" reference aside in trade for a more mobile task.

It continued on the some for weeks: library trips, long stalking hours, little to no work done. But more important things were found. His obsessions name was Ryou. He would read only the first page or so of a book before moving on, if he was nervous, something often caused by the librarians hobby of hanging, drooling over his shoulder, he would nibble his bottom lip and his jade eyes would get an anxious, concerned look in there depths, while he would slowly slide his fingers across the books. Ryou came in every other day, at exactly 2:00 pm, without fail. He would only read the beginnings of books, something Bakura could never find a reason for. It always took a book or two for his Ryou to get fed up with the light hair that was obstructing his view of a passage before he would tie his hair back, though some hair refused to stay confined and would fall to gently frame his face. He walked shyly, barely noticeable if you weren't watching, but stunningly detectable if you were.

Bakura knew he had a problem. It was obvious; shadowing a person whom you've never spoken to nor has ever seen you, but you still feel as if they belong to you is a book definition of intimacy stalking, his reference book had told him that much. But he couldn't help it; he was drawn to Ryou naturally, and why go against instinct? It didn't take long for watching to soon become more painful than fulfilling. Never once had his Ryou spoken, and he needed to hear him. But, while the library seemed to ease Ryou in some unseen way, it wasn't enough for him to approach anyone around him. Bakura never followed him outside of the library, he had tried once, but Ryou assumed a hard, wary disguise that made Bakura want to steal him away and fight off everything that worried him. It made him want to be closer to him than was possible then and there.

His plan had been simple enough; walk and talk. Ask a question, start a conversation, entice him into whatever else followed. He went through the steps, plotting out question and answers, follow-ups and reaction, but now when all his planning had been put into action, he was unprepared. So he followed Ryou for some time, worrying and wondering.

"It's ok you know." Ryou continued to walk, sweeping his finger gently over the shelves of books, finding one of interest; he pulled it from its den, flipping open to the first page. Bakura watched the process with slight interest now, he knew how it went.

"What's ok?"

"That you've been following me for months now. It's ok." He repeated, finishing his page and returning the book to its proper home. He turned his green eyes on Bakura. "You're different you know." Bakura could hardly breathe; the jade eye's ensnaring his mind, the melodious voice softening his body. "But I don't know why you would want to follow me…"

"I'll tell you if you answer my question more."

A smile lit up Ryou's face. "That seems fair." He hummed and turned to another book, opening it to the first page, scanned it, and held it out to Bakura. "How do you think this will end?"

Bakura let the book fall into his hands, the woven cover chafing his open palm. He too skimmed through the first page. The story was a simple one; girl meets a bad-boy and falls in love, but he wants nothing to do with her. He reached to replace the book into its spot, but a pale, soft hand stopped his. The eye's caught his once more searching for an answer.

"They fall in love and live happily-ever-after, it's a love story." Ryou smiled on, not removing his eyes from Bakura's burgundy ones. "Now look at the ending. Please." He asked tenderly.

Bakura could never say no, so he flipped the book over carefully, reading the last page.

The love story wasn't a love story. The girl dies in a car wreck leaving the boy with his abusive family to mourn alone.

"You see, if I only read the beginning, I can change the ending."

The hand left his and moved to the book, lifting it out from his grip and placing it on the shelf; a shelf that could be filled with such endings. "I see."

Ryou murmured in agreement. "So, why is it you follow me?" Bakura considered the question, taking over Ryou's habit of drawing his fingers along the book bindings. Did he even know why? A compulsion, an obsession, a need maybe? He knew it was more than that, the way Ryou made his own way with stories, it compelled him.

"I like making beginnings." He stopped drawing along the binding to focus on Ryou. He had leaned against one of the tall shelves and was watching him intently, his motions, his reactions, his thoughts.

"Do you think I'll be able to make an ending for this?" he whispered. Bakura reached out, weaving his hand indulgently into the white strands of hair which escaped the black tie of the day, admiring the softness in them. "Do you think there will be an end?" Ryou looked mystified.

"Isn't there always?"

"I suppose, but then again, I'm more of a beggining person my Ryou."

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So, short, but hopefully sweet. I'm really looking for feedback, positive and negative, so please review, once word, anything will help.

Also, for anyone who read some of my slow moving stories, sorry, i'm working on both Double Standards and Cruise of Fate, and will continue to do so. Give C.o.F another week, it'll be done. Double Standard will take a bit longer, seeing as i'm fighting with myself on the ultamite story line of it.

Tankyou for reading

-Saternoutlaw