Disclaimer: We all know I don't own it, sadly enough.
Dedications: None this time. But it may suck, because I wrote it before I had to go to school this morning. So I only had 30 min. to write it.
One-shot and AU!
Chocolate brown eyes stared out to the horizon watching the setting sun. The pink and orange hues of the sky gave the boys' body an angelic glow. Sitting next to him was a boy similar to him. Dark brown eyes watched the younger boy intently.
"Your staring Bakura. Something you want me to know." The smaller one asked
"You know I hate you, right?" Bakura asked looking away. "You're pathetic and I hate you."
"Why is that?" The boy asked amusement and curiosity playing in his voice. "You tell me you hate me every time you see me. Is that why you came to see me. Never mind. I have a question for you. Why do you hate me, Bakura."
"You want to know why I hate you, Ryou? Well I'll tell you." Bakura glared at the boy next to him. "I hate you because you are too nice. I hate you because you make friends with worthless people. I hate you because you always ruined my plans. And I hated your stupid choice of clothing."
Ryou smiled at his long time friend. "Is that a…"
"No that's not all." Bakura interrupted him with a growl. "I hate you because I can't seem to get over you. I hate you because I think about you when I go to sleep at night. I hate you because you are in all my dreams. I hate you because I think about you again when I wake up in the morning. I hate you because you are all I think about." Bakura whipped the tears from his eyes. "I hate you because I want to be the one to hold your hand. I hate you because I want to be the one to make you smile. I hate you because I want to be the one to make you laugh. I hate you because I have fell in love with you so many years ago."
Ryou stood up and walked to the door. "I loved, no love, you too. But, I'm sorry... I.." Ryous' tears were visible in his voice. "Good night Bakura. Tell Marik and Malik I say hi." He walked into the house locking it behind him.
Bakura sighed and looked up at the darkened sky littered with stars. "But, most of all, I hate myself for not telling you sooner… and for letting someone else get to you first." Bakura whispered walking away from the house Ryou lived in with his boyfriend.
I know it's pretty short, but bare with me here. It seems angst and heartbreak is the only thing I know how to write... oh, well.