Okay, I just decided to do a Bakura/Ryou fic. It's gonna be a Bakura-is-nasty-to-Ryou-thing ((sorta)) but you'll get the hang of it soon, right? Please leave a review and tell me what you think...it would mean a lot, k? The point of view is gonna go from Ryou to Bakura, and so on. Thanks you guys, on with the fic! (Ahem, songfic...thought you ought to know)
This fic, when in full, contains lemon. Since this is on ff.net, it cannot contain them. Therefore, if you want to read them, just email me and I will send them asap!
Disclaimer: Dont.Own.Yugioh.(But I do own a blue-ish Yami blanket (ACIDFLOWER too) that I'm curling up with at the moment)
White Flag
by Dido
Prologue
I don't know how long he can hold out. I don't know what's stopping him either. Every time he raises his hand to strike me, he looks at me with a foreign look in his eye and leaves. Marik's I suppose; his lover.
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
Of course I love him; Bakura. He's my Yami, my dark, part of my soul. But my love goes beyond what it should; throuh my eyes, and to anyone who witnesses. Bakura could never love me, he's told me so on countless occasions. If it's one thing that I've learned, love is for the weak, or so he says, which means I'm as weak as he does say, or as strong as he doesn't.
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
When my mother died, I moved to Domino. I guess meeting Yugi, Yami, Joey, Tristan, Duke, and Malik brought me out of my shell; a little. I have this one picture, my favorite, of all of us. It was my 16th birthday. We were all huddled together for a picture to send to my father in Egypt, the only picture I've ever framed in my entire life. The only time Bakura every showed me real compassion or...love...was in that picture; with his arm around me and truly smiling. I don't know where that Bakura went, but I promised myself I would try to find him.
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
You promised me you would protect me from everything; pain, sadness, regret. But everything changes eventually, Bakura. You brought me pain beyond any physical abuse. Soon you couldn't look at me anymore, and left me alone like when Mom died; seeking refuge with Marik. I guess you chose him because he's like you; drowning in denial. But I always keep that shred of meaningless hope that you will come back and put your arms around me and smile. I'd rather be weak and helpless with you part of me, than strong and independent with the hole in my heart where you were, where you should have been.
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
I look out the window an expect you to come home, but you don't. My heart breaks night after night when you aren't there to rescue me like you promised. And I cry, because your promises are ones that are never kept, but are believed by my foolhardy heart every time.
Okay, prologue. Damn, I hope you guys liked that...didn't suck did it? Please leave me a review and any comments/ideas you might have. Thanks again you guys, you rock! (And ACIDFLOWER for listening to me on msn, and reading it for me,lol)
~Bambi
This fic, when in full, contains lemon. Since this is on ff.net, it cannot contain them. Therefore, if you want to read them, just email me and I will send them asap!
Disclaimer: Dont.Own.Yugioh.(But I do own a blue-ish Yami blanket (ACIDFLOWER too) that I'm curling up with at the moment)
White Flag
by Dido
Prologue
I don't know how long he can hold out. I don't know what's stopping him either. Every time he raises his hand to strike me, he looks at me with a foreign look in his eye and leaves. Marik's I suppose; his lover.
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
Of course I love him; Bakura. He's my Yami, my dark, part of my soul. But my love goes beyond what it should; throuh my eyes, and to anyone who witnesses. Bakura could never love me, he's told me so on countless occasions. If it's one thing that I've learned, love is for the weak, or so he says, which means I'm as weak as he does say, or as strong as he doesn't.
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
When my mother died, I moved to Domino. I guess meeting Yugi, Yami, Joey, Tristan, Duke, and Malik brought me out of my shell; a little. I have this one picture, my favorite, of all of us. It was my 16th birthday. We were all huddled together for a picture to send to my father in Egypt, the only picture I've ever framed in my entire life. The only time Bakura every showed me real compassion or...love...was in that picture; with his arm around me and truly smiling. I don't know where that Bakura went, but I promised myself I would try to find him.
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
You promised me you would protect me from everything; pain, sadness, regret. But everything changes eventually, Bakura. You brought me pain beyond any physical abuse. Soon you couldn't look at me anymore, and left me alone like when Mom died; seeking refuge with Marik. I guess you chose him because he's like you; drowning in denial. But I always keep that shred of meaningless hope that you will come back and put your arms around me and smile. I'd rather be weak and helpless with you part of me, than strong and independent with the hole in my heart where you were, where you should have been.
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
I look out the window an expect you to come home, but you don't. My heart breaks night after night when you aren't there to rescue me like you promised. And I cry, because your promises are ones that are never kept, but are believed by my foolhardy heart every time.
Okay, prologue. Damn, I hope you guys liked that...didn't suck did it? Please leave me a review and any comments/ideas you might have. Thanks again you guys, you rock! (And ACIDFLOWER for listening to me on msn, and reading it for me,lol)
~Bambi