Waited
~An'ei no Tenshi~
(Angel of Shadow)
A one-shot fic dealing with the *ahem* finer aspects of Ryou's love/hate/worry relationship with Bakura. Part One of Two One-shots being posted tonight.
please leave your thoughts in a review.
I do not own YGO or the song 'Waited' by Our Lady Peace
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Hit the ground
Weighed down again
You walked out
But I'm sure you're my friend
~
Ryou lay on his bed, crying. Just having gotten back into pajamas, a painful process. Bakura had been here, waiting until he'd gotten home. And then it began again. This time he started out so gentle...and turned into something so angry, uncontrollable. And to think, all this time Ryou had hoped, waited for his yami to return, only to find him in that state again. What could he do? He was only mortal. Until he found more time...all he could do was wait.
~
It must have been good
This can't be for good
Everyone's....
Is everyone OK
~
The silver haired boy desperately hoped his new friends would be ok. Tea, Joey, Tristan, Mai, Yami, and Yugi...ahh, it was so nice being befriended. But nobody knew how jealous he was of Yami and Yugi, the relationship they shared. They were kind to one another, loving. Caring. A whole hell of a lot more than his yami was capable of, Ryou thought.
~
I waited
But I must be too dumb to be proud
Because I waited, I waited
~
I'm such an arse...! Ryou told himself, staggering off of the bed and to the refridgerator, grabbing a few bottles of wine that Bakura had probably put in there. Oh well, Ryou though groggily as he chugged a bottle. Too bloody bad he's not here to see this- he'd laugh his bloomin arse off. Soon all thoughts left his head as he fell back onto the bed, starting the second bottle. It probably wasn't good for him- like he cared. He'd waited for his yami to come back, and he had. He should have wished for things to stay the same...
~
A few hours-? days? years?- later he barely recognized the sound of someone opening the door. He tried to lift himself, and couldn't, and prayed inside that is was and yet wasn't Bakura, and that he would and wouldn't return. And his world spun into darkness again, alcohol still dominate in his bloodstream, though now he was curled up on his side, out cold. Waiting...
~
Woke to sounds
I prayed you were there
I fell back down
But I'm sure you still care
~~
thoughts? click the button and tell me!
~An'ei no Tenshi~
(Angel of Shadow)
A one-shot fic dealing with the *ahem* finer aspects of Ryou's love/hate/worry relationship with Bakura. Part One of Two One-shots being posted tonight.
please leave your thoughts in a review.
I do not own YGO or the song 'Waited' by Our Lady Peace
~~
Hit the ground
Weighed down again
You walked out
But I'm sure you're my friend
~
Ryou lay on his bed, crying. Just having gotten back into pajamas, a painful process. Bakura had been here, waiting until he'd gotten home. And then it began again. This time he started out so gentle...and turned into something so angry, uncontrollable. And to think, all this time Ryou had hoped, waited for his yami to return, only to find him in that state again. What could he do? He was only mortal. Until he found more time...all he could do was wait.
~
It must have been good
This can't be for good
Everyone's....
Is everyone OK
~
The silver haired boy desperately hoped his new friends would be ok. Tea, Joey, Tristan, Mai, Yami, and Yugi...ahh, it was so nice being befriended. But nobody knew how jealous he was of Yami and Yugi, the relationship they shared. They were kind to one another, loving. Caring. A whole hell of a lot more than his yami was capable of, Ryou thought.
~
I waited
But I must be too dumb to be proud
Because I waited, I waited
~
I'm such an arse...! Ryou told himself, staggering off of the bed and to the refridgerator, grabbing a few bottles of wine that Bakura had probably put in there. Oh well, Ryou though groggily as he chugged a bottle. Too bloody bad he's not here to see this- he'd laugh his bloomin arse off. Soon all thoughts left his head as he fell back onto the bed, starting the second bottle. It probably wasn't good for him- like he cared. He'd waited for his yami to come back, and he had. He should have wished for things to stay the same...
~
A few hours-? days? years?- later he barely recognized the sound of someone opening the door. He tried to lift himself, and couldn't, and prayed inside that is was and yet wasn't Bakura, and that he would and wouldn't return. And his world spun into darkness again, alcohol still dominate in his bloodstream, though now he was curled up on his side, out cold. Waiting...
~
Woke to sounds
I prayed you were there
I fell back down
But I'm sure you still care
~~
thoughts? click the button and tell me!
