disclaimers: Do not own Yugioh.....yet at any rate... If I did....yummy
shower scenes. Yami Bakura naked the entire time......^_^
Yami B: *Groans* not her hentai mood!
Ak: @_@
THIS IS YAOI!! DONT LIKE, BYE BYE
Heero: Omae a korosu (those not familiar with GW: I'm going to kill you)
Duo: Don't let the door hit you on the way out!
Yami B: .........damn. DON'T LEAVE ME! I dont wanna watch Duo and Heero have wild monkey sex anymore
Heero: Omae a korosu
Duo: Monkey sex?! Wanna join?!
Yami B: *in Cartman voice* I'm going home (leaves to his soul room)
Duo: How about that monkey sex now?
Heero: Hn
Ak: HEY! WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! *covers readers eyes* You two have to wait until I have the lemon scene in my ficlet! Okay?
Heero/Duo: *unenthusicastically* Yes ma'am.
Ak: Good. On with the fic
LETTERS TO MY YAMI
Yami Bakura knelt beside the headstone, fingers tracing intricate patterns on the marble surface. A few tears krept from underneath his eyelashes. The young man sighed deeply, eyeing the name that was engraved. RYOU BAKURA. Yami Bakura sniffled, not caring that he was betraying a weakness. There wasn't another soul in sight, except for the souls of the dead. Bakura sank to his knees. Ryou had died merely a week before and it was hard for Bakura to return to normal. It was like his heart had been ripped from his chest. The dead pain inside of him would not dissappear. To make it worse...he never got the chance to tell Ryou how he felt.
Bakura closed his eyes, remembering the crushing in his heart when he felt Ryou slipping into the next demension. Ryou had been diagnosed with cancer to late and by the time it was caught, Ryou was well onto his way of dying. He had been hospitalized the entire last month of his life. However, Bakura made sure that last month was the best. Bakura cursed himself. Why had he been so full of pride that he couldn't utter the three words that might have made a difference? Until the very end, Ryou had died thinking that Bakura didnt love him. Bakura sighed.
"Why was I so blind? Why didnt I just say fuck it and love you the way you deserved?" Bakura whispered. "Why did I make your life a living hell? Why did it take you getting cancer for me to realize I loved you?" Bakura could almost feel Ryou with him. "If only I could go back in time and redo everything wrong I did, but that won't happen. I can't do that. I can only live with my mistakes. I only hope that, wherever you are, you forgive me for being such a bastard to you."
The sound of a door slamming and of footsteps jolted Bakura from his talk with Ryou's grave. The snow haired yami rose, composed and dry eyed. He kept his back to the approacher, wanting to savor the last few moments of peace. "Bakura....its time to go over his will." Bakura nodded, twirling around, the black trenchcoat billowing. Yami Yugi was facing him, a look of utter conern in his ruby eyes. Bakura didn't bother with speaking to his fellow akutenshi. He walked by and headed for the car.
The ride to Seto's corporation was in silence, none of those present in the car bothering to speak. It had been agreed that Seto's lawyers take care of Ryou's will since, both had been good friends. It had hit Seto hard, almost as much as Bakura, when the news had been released. Seto insisted he be the one to pay for Ryou's hospitalization and treatments as well as any other concerns. Bakura was somewhat suspicious of Seto's adamant caring nature and little did he know his suspiciousons were true. Bakura had never liked Seto and he had all the more reason to hate him.
Bakura followed wordlessly behind the group, eyes devoid of any emotions. Inside, however, he was sobbing like a child. Everytime he closed his eyes, he thought of Ryou, especially the night he died. Bakura had been awake, like usual, holding his little light in his arms when suddenly Ryou's life force just.....slipped away. There was no fight, no struggle, no pain. Just a light that was extinguished. Bakura was shocked for a few minutes before he screamed. He had to be pried from his aibou by Seto, Yami, Joey, and Honda. He took one look at Ryou's prone body, one look at the teary eyed group, before bolting. It had been Yami who searched for him and brought him back.
Bakura glared at a wiry man in glasses, noting him as the lawyer. Bakura sank down in one of the plush seats, hands resting in his lap. The man cleared his throat, getting everyones attention. "First I would like to extend my condolensces for your loss. He was too young to die and-" He was cut off by a growl from Bakura. The man grimaced. "Uh, my name is Hojo Shitaka. Ryou's will is not that complex and since he was a minor, not much can be divied out until the date when he becomes an adult." Hojo rummaged through his briefcase, producing a document. "Ryou has left you all with a video. It seems that he knew he was going to die."
Bakura gnawed his lip, eyes focused on the television screen. Ryou's face appeared and Bakura was shocked to notice that it was several months before his being diagnosed with cancer. "Hello. If your watching this, then I've died. I'm not entirely sure why I have this feeling that I won't be around much longer but its present and I am not going to heed it wrong. I suppose a brief will is in store. My trust fund that my father so generously has given me, I would like half of it to divided among my friends evenly, the other half I wish for it to be given to the Maxwell Chuch. The orphanage deserves that money and the children as well." Bakura frowned. He'd never known about the church.
Hojo paused the tape. "The money that Mr. Bakura gave Ryou is in the amount of two million yen." An audible gasp occured. "Mr.Bakura informed me that the money was laying in waste anyway, since he was never home to enjoy it and Ryou was the only child."
Hojo pressed play. "That is all the material wealth I have. I want Bakura to have my belongings. I know he will be living on in this realm once I have passed over into the next. Bakura may act strong, but I know better. He'll need you all now." A sad smile played on Ryou's lips and he remained quiet for several seconds before starting again. "Yami....take care of Yugi, ne?" The pharoah and aibou were cuddled close, tears streaking their faces. "Yugi, dont ever loose that which you know I love about you. Your are a dear brother to me Yugi for, it was you who chose to be my friend. Joey, you protected me that one time, remember?" Bakura definetly recalled it. Joey had threatened to kill him should he harm Ryou again. "You will never know how much that meant to me. Marik, Yami Malik...both of you have been there for me. Even though neither of you will ever admit it." Both the blonde Egyptian's blushed, the darker comforting his lighter half who, despite his evil tendencies, was openly sobbing at the loss of his best friend. "The others, who are not present, give them my thanks for allowing me to be in the group. It meant alot to finally feel a sense of belonging. Seto and Bakura." Both the young men raised glanced at each other.
"Ryou requested everyone leave, including me, but you two."
As soon as they left, Bakura resumed watching the video, wondering why Seto was with him. Ryou smiled. "I know what your thinking, Yami. Seto......I could not give you my heart as much as I wanted to." Bakura glared at Seto, the taller boy's eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "When you told me how you felt, I was estatic. I honestly wanted us to be together." A shy blush mantled Ryou's cheeks. "But...my heart was elsewhere, still is, forever will be. Seto...you were the first person to ever show an interest in me other than for a quick roll in the sheets." Ryou chuckled. "Neither of you know much about me it would seem but that will change." Ryou dissappeared for a few minutes and appeared with a thick, leather bound journal. "I kept this from two days before meeting Yami to...well...whenever I die. It has all my feelings in it, things about myself and my past that you do not know. I want you to read it Yami and tell Seto about it. Seto, leave the room if you would. There's something I want to tell Yami alone."
Seto patted Bakura's shoulder on his way out. Bakura frowned, staring at the screen, stopping himself from crying. Ryou sighed. "Yami...I only wish I could have been more like you. So strong and brave. I never hated you Yami. How could I? Those beatings you gave me, they weren't the worse I had recieved from other people. In fact, those fights helped me..kind of." Ryou laughed and Bakura longed to hear that laugh in person. "You never...truly hurt me. That wasn't your intention, I know that now. You wanted me strong. You saw how those people, like Reno, treated me. I'm afraid that I couldn't change. I am who I am. You are who you are. Yami...." Ryou swallowed, tears leaving twin saline trails behind. "The person who holds my heart is you. I love you Yami."
Bakura's world stopped. His heart skipped several beats. Ryou loved him. Ryou really loved him! And now it was too late. "Why didn't you tell me?!" Bakura yelled, sobbing into this hands. Bakura's body shook with the violent force of his tears.
"Yami....I was never sure of your feelings for you. I mean, there were those times when it seemed you shared my sentiments. Like..that time you held me. You were so sweet and caring that I knew you felt it too! And then, that time..we kissed." Bakura raised his head. "Well, the first time. It was my dream come true but..the second after you kissed me, you punched me across the jaw. All of those mixed signals were confusing. I didnt know how to react. I didnt know what would happen if I had told you." Ryou glanced off camera. "Well. I think I should end this. Yami, read my journal so...I can be at ease. There are things I want you to know. I love you, always and forever."
Bakura stared at the now blank screen, unmoving. He didn't hear the door open, didn't hear the hushed whispers, didn't feel hands on his shoulders. Soon, the noise was gone. Bakura snapped from his thoughts and stared down at the table in front of him. The journal. Bakura lovingly traced ledger. Opening the cover, he read the words. 'Yami, I want you to read this. Read it all. Love, Ryou.' He turned to the first page...
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What'd you think!? Review! Yes! Please!!!!!
Yami B: *Groans* not her hentai mood!
Ak: @_@
THIS IS YAOI!! DONT LIKE, BYE BYE
Heero: Omae a korosu (those not familiar with GW: I'm going to kill you)
Duo: Don't let the door hit you on the way out!
Yami B: .........damn. DON'T LEAVE ME! I dont wanna watch Duo and Heero have wild monkey sex anymore
Heero: Omae a korosu
Duo: Monkey sex?! Wanna join?!
Yami B: *in Cartman voice* I'm going home (leaves to his soul room)
Duo: How about that monkey sex now?
Heero: Hn
Ak: HEY! WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! *covers readers eyes* You two have to wait until I have the lemon scene in my ficlet! Okay?
Heero/Duo: *unenthusicastically* Yes ma'am.
Ak: Good. On with the fic
LETTERS TO MY YAMI
Yami Bakura knelt beside the headstone, fingers tracing intricate patterns on the marble surface. A few tears krept from underneath his eyelashes. The young man sighed deeply, eyeing the name that was engraved. RYOU BAKURA. Yami Bakura sniffled, not caring that he was betraying a weakness. There wasn't another soul in sight, except for the souls of the dead. Bakura sank to his knees. Ryou had died merely a week before and it was hard for Bakura to return to normal. It was like his heart had been ripped from his chest. The dead pain inside of him would not dissappear. To make it worse...he never got the chance to tell Ryou how he felt.
Bakura closed his eyes, remembering the crushing in his heart when he felt Ryou slipping into the next demension. Ryou had been diagnosed with cancer to late and by the time it was caught, Ryou was well onto his way of dying. He had been hospitalized the entire last month of his life. However, Bakura made sure that last month was the best. Bakura cursed himself. Why had he been so full of pride that he couldn't utter the three words that might have made a difference? Until the very end, Ryou had died thinking that Bakura didnt love him. Bakura sighed.
"Why was I so blind? Why didnt I just say fuck it and love you the way you deserved?" Bakura whispered. "Why did I make your life a living hell? Why did it take you getting cancer for me to realize I loved you?" Bakura could almost feel Ryou with him. "If only I could go back in time and redo everything wrong I did, but that won't happen. I can't do that. I can only live with my mistakes. I only hope that, wherever you are, you forgive me for being such a bastard to you."
The sound of a door slamming and of footsteps jolted Bakura from his talk with Ryou's grave. The snow haired yami rose, composed and dry eyed. He kept his back to the approacher, wanting to savor the last few moments of peace. "Bakura....its time to go over his will." Bakura nodded, twirling around, the black trenchcoat billowing. Yami Yugi was facing him, a look of utter conern in his ruby eyes. Bakura didn't bother with speaking to his fellow akutenshi. He walked by and headed for the car.
The ride to Seto's corporation was in silence, none of those present in the car bothering to speak. It had been agreed that Seto's lawyers take care of Ryou's will since, both had been good friends. It had hit Seto hard, almost as much as Bakura, when the news had been released. Seto insisted he be the one to pay for Ryou's hospitalization and treatments as well as any other concerns. Bakura was somewhat suspicious of Seto's adamant caring nature and little did he know his suspiciousons were true. Bakura had never liked Seto and he had all the more reason to hate him.
Bakura followed wordlessly behind the group, eyes devoid of any emotions. Inside, however, he was sobbing like a child. Everytime he closed his eyes, he thought of Ryou, especially the night he died. Bakura had been awake, like usual, holding his little light in his arms when suddenly Ryou's life force just.....slipped away. There was no fight, no struggle, no pain. Just a light that was extinguished. Bakura was shocked for a few minutes before he screamed. He had to be pried from his aibou by Seto, Yami, Joey, and Honda. He took one look at Ryou's prone body, one look at the teary eyed group, before bolting. It had been Yami who searched for him and brought him back.
Bakura glared at a wiry man in glasses, noting him as the lawyer. Bakura sank down in one of the plush seats, hands resting in his lap. The man cleared his throat, getting everyones attention. "First I would like to extend my condolensces for your loss. He was too young to die and-" He was cut off by a growl from Bakura. The man grimaced. "Uh, my name is Hojo Shitaka. Ryou's will is not that complex and since he was a minor, not much can be divied out until the date when he becomes an adult." Hojo rummaged through his briefcase, producing a document. "Ryou has left you all with a video. It seems that he knew he was going to die."
Bakura gnawed his lip, eyes focused on the television screen. Ryou's face appeared and Bakura was shocked to notice that it was several months before his being diagnosed with cancer. "Hello. If your watching this, then I've died. I'm not entirely sure why I have this feeling that I won't be around much longer but its present and I am not going to heed it wrong. I suppose a brief will is in store. My trust fund that my father so generously has given me, I would like half of it to divided among my friends evenly, the other half I wish for it to be given to the Maxwell Chuch. The orphanage deserves that money and the children as well." Bakura frowned. He'd never known about the church.
Hojo paused the tape. "The money that Mr. Bakura gave Ryou is in the amount of two million yen." An audible gasp occured. "Mr.Bakura informed me that the money was laying in waste anyway, since he was never home to enjoy it and Ryou was the only child."
Hojo pressed play. "That is all the material wealth I have. I want Bakura to have my belongings. I know he will be living on in this realm once I have passed over into the next. Bakura may act strong, but I know better. He'll need you all now." A sad smile played on Ryou's lips and he remained quiet for several seconds before starting again. "Yami....take care of Yugi, ne?" The pharoah and aibou were cuddled close, tears streaking their faces. "Yugi, dont ever loose that which you know I love about you. Your are a dear brother to me Yugi for, it was you who chose to be my friend. Joey, you protected me that one time, remember?" Bakura definetly recalled it. Joey had threatened to kill him should he harm Ryou again. "You will never know how much that meant to me. Marik, Yami Malik...both of you have been there for me. Even though neither of you will ever admit it." Both the blonde Egyptian's blushed, the darker comforting his lighter half who, despite his evil tendencies, was openly sobbing at the loss of his best friend. "The others, who are not present, give them my thanks for allowing me to be in the group. It meant alot to finally feel a sense of belonging. Seto and Bakura." Both the young men raised glanced at each other.
"Ryou requested everyone leave, including me, but you two."
As soon as they left, Bakura resumed watching the video, wondering why Seto was with him. Ryou smiled. "I know what your thinking, Yami. Seto......I could not give you my heart as much as I wanted to." Bakura glared at Seto, the taller boy's eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "When you told me how you felt, I was estatic. I honestly wanted us to be together." A shy blush mantled Ryou's cheeks. "But...my heart was elsewhere, still is, forever will be. Seto...you were the first person to ever show an interest in me other than for a quick roll in the sheets." Ryou chuckled. "Neither of you know much about me it would seem but that will change." Ryou dissappeared for a few minutes and appeared with a thick, leather bound journal. "I kept this from two days before meeting Yami to...well...whenever I die. It has all my feelings in it, things about myself and my past that you do not know. I want you to read it Yami and tell Seto about it. Seto, leave the room if you would. There's something I want to tell Yami alone."
Seto patted Bakura's shoulder on his way out. Bakura frowned, staring at the screen, stopping himself from crying. Ryou sighed. "Yami...I only wish I could have been more like you. So strong and brave. I never hated you Yami. How could I? Those beatings you gave me, they weren't the worse I had recieved from other people. In fact, those fights helped me..kind of." Ryou laughed and Bakura longed to hear that laugh in person. "You never...truly hurt me. That wasn't your intention, I know that now. You wanted me strong. You saw how those people, like Reno, treated me. I'm afraid that I couldn't change. I am who I am. You are who you are. Yami...." Ryou swallowed, tears leaving twin saline trails behind. "The person who holds my heart is you. I love you Yami."
Bakura's world stopped. His heart skipped several beats. Ryou loved him. Ryou really loved him! And now it was too late. "Why didn't you tell me?!" Bakura yelled, sobbing into this hands. Bakura's body shook with the violent force of his tears.
"Yami....I was never sure of your feelings for you. I mean, there were those times when it seemed you shared my sentiments. Like..that time you held me. You were so sweet and caring that I knew you felt it too! And then, that time..we kissed." Bakura raised his head. "Well, the first time. It was my dream come true but..the second after you kissed me, you punched me across the jaw. All of those mixed signals were confusing. I didnt know how to react. I didnt know what would happen if I had told you." Ryou glanced off camera. "Well. I think I should end this. Yami, read my journal so...I can be at ease. There are things I want you to know. I love you, always and forever."
Bakura stared at the now blank screen, unmoving. He didn't hear the door open, didn't hear the hushed whispers, didn't feel hands on his shoulders. Soon, the noise was gone. Bakura snapped from his thoughts and stared down at the table in front of him. The journal. Bakura lovingly traced ledger. Opening the cover, he read the words. 'Yami, I want you to read this. Read it all. Love, Ryou.' He turned to the first page...
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What'd you think!? Review! Yes! Please!!!!!