Kendra; hey look, yet another new fic by me! And hey, it's another fic
about Ryou & Bakura! Why can't I stop writing about them?
Ryou; I feel so special.
Bakura; You would.
Rath; It's my turn to muse Kendra! *glares at Kendra* you better write it like I told you too.
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::If Only On This Day::
Chapter One
:More than Meets the Eye:
If only... If only I hadn't said If only you hadn't been If only night had come sooner If only love had found If only I had But I didn't If only...
Ryou Bakura sat quickly back down in his seat, there was the usual polite clapping after someone's presentation but Ryou knew that it was only out of politeness that people clapped. What was it with the school system, making students present their personal writing in front of an audience of highly critical and uninterested peers? Especially when the presentations were poetry, which was supposed to come from the soul, which wasn't something everyone was interested in sharing... Ryou sighed quietly and listened to the poem a girl was presenting on a cloud...
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Bakura sat in the park, on a bench, staring blankly ahead, hands resting lightly on his knees. He heard his light recite his poem, and closed his eyes. It was good poetry... but the subject and message of it wasn't always clear... maybe that was on purpose...and for the best. "Oh hikari," Bakura sighed standing up. Ryou was showing all together too emotion. "Have you forgotten my lesson?" he asked out loud, not noticing the strange looks the old lady walking her poodle nearby was giving him. Or noticing and not caring. "Do you need a refresher?" he hissed, licking his lips. He then turned to the lady, who was watching him nervously, and smirked wickedly. The lady gasped then hurried away with her poodle, Bakura's laughter following.
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Bakura wandered around town for the rest of the day, terrorising innocent people until the sun was setting. Walking back to the house that he lived in with Ryou. As he neared he saw Ryou sitting on the steps to the house, Bakura grinned to himself, so Ryou could follow instructions, that was good. But if Ryou thought that Bakura was going to praise him, he was wrong. Dead wrong. Ryou stood as Bakura neared, "What's the matter baka, forgotten how to open the door?" Ryou looked at the ground at Bakura's feet, "You told me not to enter the ho--" "I don't want your excuses," Bakura snapped, backhanding Ryou viciously so that the younger boy fell to his knees. Bakura then stepped past him and unlocked the door. "Come on," he said impatiently as he waited for Ryou to struggle to his feet and bring himself inside. A shadowy figure watched all this from across the street, eyes narrowing dangerously when Bakura backhanded Ryou. The figure made to move across the street, but paused, then sank back. "Not now," he whispered to himself, "No, not now... Be strong Ryou..." and with that the figure slunk away.
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The next day at school, if anyone noticed the bruise on Ryou's cheek, no one mentioned it. Ryou was more of the mind that no one had noticed it. It was an ugly mass of black and blue, but Ryou had already concocted a story about falling and hitting his head on a table. Ryou was sitting alone, outside, eating his lunch, when Yugi came. "Hello Ryou," he said cheerfully, "How are you today?" "I'm good," the white-haired boy said with a forced smile. "I hope so," Yugi said. Ryou frowned, what was that supposed to mean? "How'd you get that bruise?" "I fell. Hit my head on a table," was all Ryou said. "Again?" Yugi's voice was different and Ryou looked sharply at him. "What do you mean by that?" "Ryou, you've hit your head on a table three times this month, and it's only the eleventh!" Ryou frowned, "Really? I...don't remember that..." Yugi frowned as well, "Are you sure you're okay? No one's...hurting you... or anything... are they?" Ryou smiled, If you only knew, he thought to himself, but he said instead, "No Yugi, I'm just clumsy." Yugi frowned, "I'd tell you if something was wrong," Ryou assured his friend with a small smile. "Promise?" "I promise," Ryou told his friend, smiling. But the smile didn't reach his eyes. And Yugi couldn't do anything but smile sadly back.
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The next day Ryou didn't come to school until after lunch, when he did finally show up he looked like he'd been beaten to a bloody pulp by someone and bandaged crudely. But he was amminent in not saying who it was. All of his 'friends' crowded around, trying to make him tell them who it was that had hurt him. Only Yami stayed away, Ryou looked at Yami over Yugi's head and their eyes met. Yami nodded slightly and Ryou knew that Yami knew who it was that was beating him. Ryou's eyes pleaded with Yami not to go after Bakura, and Yami sighed, but nodded. He wouldn't confront Bakura while Ryou was in danger of being more seriously hurt for it.
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After school, Ryou's only thought was getting home quickly, in case his yami got home early, but was stopped by Yami. Ryou winced as Yami grabbed his upper arm and the dark spirit let go with a quiet 'sorry'. They stood looking at each other for a moment before Ryou dropped his eyes. "So," Yami said softly. "Is it him?" Ryou looked up at Yami's face, "Is what who?" he asked innocently. "Don't play innocent Ryou, I know you're not like that." Ryou frowned, "What are you getting at Yami?" "Is it Bakura that's doing this to you?" Ryou merely stared at Yami, he couldn't lie to the pharaoh, but he couldn't just admit that his yami was the one beating him, Bakura would beat him within an inch of his life and only leave him alive because he needed a host to work in this realm. "Your silence is just as much an answer as any words could be," Yami commented, Ryou looked up at the spirit. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked. "Leave," Yami suggested. "Where?" Ryou asked, tears coming to his eyes, "do you know where I can go where he can't find me?" Ryou was gesturing with arms now. "Where can I hide where he won't find me?" Yami merely frowned. "Don't you think I've tried running away? I've tried getting rid of the Ring. I can't Yami, he just comes back. Always." Tears slipped down Ryou's face. Damn Yami, now Bakura was going to beat him viciously, tears were a sign of weakness. Plus he was talking to the Pharaoh. "I'm just trying to help," Yami said. "I'm talking to Bakura's enemy and crying, how is that going to be helpful?" "Ryou..." Yami said slowly. "I've got to go," Ryou said suddenly and turned to run off. "Ryou," Yami said grabbing the boy's arm fiercely. "You don't have to go back. He only has as much power over you as you give him." Ryou jerked his arm out of Yami's grasp with more strength than the spirit had thought he possessed, "So you say," the boy told him, then ran off.
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Why do I keep coming back? he asked himself, as he lay, nursing his wounds, on the floor of the living room. Why is it I can't just leave, like Yami suggested? What is it that brings me back? Ryou bandages his wounds, moving as little as possible and making as little noise as he could, lest he bother Bakura. Why?... Is there...something... keeping me here? What in this house could possibly keep me here? I have no physical possessions to want to keep, nothing emotional keeps me here, I don't have any fond memories from this place. The only thing here is Bakura and Bakura's things. But... why would Bakura keep me here? I don't know. There's more to Bakura than meets the eye... Ryou leaned his head against the couch, his eyes sliding shut. His last coherent thought was, Just how much more?...
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Dreams were clouded with painful visions of past beatings, of conversations held. Of many different things, tossed together in a rolling painful storm of memories and thoughts. A rolling turmoil of thoughts, and one word repeated more than any other, "Weak." Ryou sat straight up, panting, that word echoing through his mind. His eyes closed as he turned the dream through his mind. It was only a dream, but it made Ryou think. He'd often wondered why Bakura couldn't be more like Yami, but a new thought had entered Ryou's mind with that dream. He'd always thought that Bakura was letting him down, not protecting him in the way that Yami protected Yugi. But what if it was the other way around? What if Ryou was the one letting Bakura down? "I'll be stronger," Ryou gasped. "I won't let you down."
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There was no physical change in Ryou, he still came to school with bruises, and he didn't suddenly develop any muscles. But something deep inside Ryou changed, a fire was ignited in some corner of his soul. A little flame that was determined to succeed. Succeed in what? Succeed in the task that his yami had set him. To be strong. And he would be. He wouldn't let Bakura down... he had promised himself this. And Ryou didn't make false promises. Or so he told himself.
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Bakura sat in the park again, the same bench, the same position, but this time he was thinking. Not listening to Ryou, but thinking of him. Ryou had changed, Bakura knew this more than everyone. And the change surprised him. Bakura closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. Do I really want Ryou to be like this? he asked himself. It's like he's trying to be strong... I never thought that Ryou would actually do it. Hide his emotions beneath a cover, but is that what I want? I hide my emotions, and... look at me. I'm psychotic, I know I am. And I'm making Ryou psychotic too... A noisy sigh burst from the former thief's lips as he sprawled himself on the bench. Legs straight in front of him, spread on a 90 degree angle, arms dangling over the back of the bench, head lolling backwards. The question is; do I want Ryou to change?
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Authoress's Notes:
Kendra; Don't kill me! If you don't kill me, I'll post the second chapter right away!
Rath; Kendra you moron, they're not going to kill you.
Bakura; At least not until your finished the story.
Ryou; Stories.
Kendra; Shut up you. I've got writers block!
Ryou; R *reading off a paper* 'All flames will be used to set fire to Bakura'. hey. wait a minute.
Ryou; *also reading off a paper* 'Any suggestions (for this or other stories) will be greatly appreciated.'
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Ryou; I feel so special.
Bakura; You would.
Rath; It's my turn to muse Kendra! *glares at Kendra* you better write it like I told you too.
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::If Only On This Day::
Chapter One
:More than Meets the Eye:
If only... If only I hadn't said If only you hadn't been If only night had come sooner If only love had found If only I had But I didn't If only...
Ryou Bakura sat quickly back down in his seat, there was the usual polite clapping after someone's presentation but Ryou knew that it was only out of politeness that people clapped. What was it with the school system, making students present their personal writing in front of an audience of highly critical and uninterested peers? Especially when the presentations were poetry, which was supposed to come from the soul, which wasn't something everyone was interested in sharing... Ryou sighed quietly and listened to the poem a girl was presenting on a cloud...
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Bakura sat in the park, on a bench, staring blankly ahead, hands resting lightly on his knees. He heard his light recite his poem, and closed his eyes. It was good poetry... but the subject and message of it wasn't always clear... maybe that was on purpose...and for the best. "Oh hikari," Bakura sighed standing up. Ryou was showing all together too emotion. "Have you forgotten my lesson?" he asked out loud, not noticing the strange looks the old lady walking her poodle nearby was giving him. Or noticing and not caring. "Do you need a refresher?" he hissed, licking his lips. He then turned to the lady, who was watching him nervously, and smirked wickedly. The lady gasped then hurried away with her poodle, Bakura's laughter following.
* ^ * ^ * ^ *
Bakura wandered around town for the rest of the day, terrorising innocent people until the sun was setting. Walking back to the house that he lived in with Ryou. As he neared he saw Ryou sitting on the steps to the house, Bakura grinned to himself, so Ryou could follow instructions, that was good. But if Ryou thought that Bakura was going to praise him, he was wrong. Dead wrong. Ryou stood as Bakura neared, "What's the matter baka, forgotten how to open the door?" Ryou looked at the ground at Bakura's feet, "You told me not to enter the ho--" "I don't want your excuses," Bakura snapped, backhanding Ryou viciously so that the younger boy fell to his knees. Bakura then stepped past him and unlocked the door. "Come on," he said impatiently as he waited for Ryou to struggle to his feet and bring himself inside. A shadowy figure watched all this from across the street, eyes narrowing dangerously when Bakura backhanded Ryou. The figure made to move across the street, but paused, then sank back. "Not now," he whispered to himself, "No, not now... Be strong Ryou..." and with that the figure slunk away.
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The next day at school, if anyone noticed the bruise on Ryou's cheek, no one mentioned it. Ryou was more of the mind that no one had noticed it. It was an ugly mass of black and blue, but Ryou had already concocted a story about falling and hitting his head on a table. Ryou was sitting alone, outside, eating his lunch, when Yugi came. "Hello Ryou," he said cheerfully, "How are you today?" "I'm good," the white-haired boy said with a forced smile. "I hope so," Yugi said. Ryou frowned, what was that supposed to mean? "How'd you get that bruise?" "I fell. Hit my head on a table," was all Ryou said. "Again?" Yugi's voice was different and Ryou looked sharply at him. "What do you mean by that?" "Ryou, you've hit your head on a table three times this month, and it's only the eleventh!" Ryou frowned, "Really? I...don't remember that..." Yugi frowned as well, "Are you sure you're okay? No one's...hurting you... or anything... are they?" Ryou smiled, If you only knew, he thought to himself, but he said instead, "No Yugi, I'm just clumsy." Yugi frowned, "I'd tell you if something was wrong," Ryou assured his friend with a small smile. "Promise?" "I promise," Ryou told his friend, smiling. But the smile didn't reach his eyes. And Yugi couldn't do anything but smile sadly back.
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The next day Ryou didn't come to school until after lunch, when he did finally show up he looked like he'd been beaten to a bloody pulp by someone and bandaged crudely. But he was amminent in not saying who it was. All of his 'friends' crowded around, trying to make him tell them who it was that had hurt him. Only Yami stayed away, Ryou looked at Yami over Yugi's head and their eyes met. Yami nodded slightly and Ryou knew that Yami knew who it was that was beating him. Ryou's eyes pleaded with Yami not to go after Bakura, and Yami sighed, but nodded. He wouldn't confront Bakura while Ryou was in danger of being more seriously hurt for it.
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After school, Ryou's only thought was getting home quickly, in case his yami got home early, but was stopped by Yami. Ryou winced as Yami grabbed his upper arm and the dark spirit let go with a quiet 'sorry'. They stood looking at each other for a moment before Ryou dropped his eyes. "So," Yami said softly. "Is it him?" Ryou looked up at Yami's face, "Is what who?" he asked innocently. "Don't play innocent Ryou, I know you're not like that." Ryou frowned, "What are you getting at Yami?" "Is it Bakura that's doing this to you?" Ryou merely stared at Yami, he couldn't lie to the pharaoh, but he couldn't just admit that his yami was the one beating him, Bakura would beat him within an inch of his life and only leave him alive because he needed a host to work in this realm. "Your silence is just as much an answer as any words could be," Yami commented, Ryou looked up at the spirit. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked. "Leave," Yami suggested. "Where?" Ryou asked, tears coming to his eyes, "do you know where I can go where he can't find me?" Ryou was gesturing with arms now. "Where can I hide where he won't find me?" Yami merely frowned. "Don't you think I've tried running away? I've tried getting rid of the Ring. I can't Yami, he just comes back. Always." Tears slipped down Ryou's face. Damn Yami, now Bakura was going to beat him viciously, tears were a sign of weakness. Plus he was talking to the Pharaoh. "I'm just trying to help," Yami said. "I'm talking to Bakura's enemy and crying, how is that going to be helpful?" "Ryou..." Yami said slowly. "I've got to go," Ryou said suddenly and turned to run off. "Ryou," Yami said grabbing the boy's arm fiercely. "You don't have to go back. He only has as much power over you as you give him." Ryou jerked his arm out of Yami's grasp with more strength than the spirit had thought he possessed, "So you say," the boy told him, then ran off.
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Why do I keep coming back? he asked himself, as he lay, nursing his wounds, on the floor of the living room. Why is it I can't just leave, like Yami suggested? What is it that brings me back? Ryou bandages his wounds, moving as little as possible and making as little noise as he could, lest he bother Bakura. Why?... Is there...something... keeping me here? What in this house could possibly keep me here? I have no physical possessions to want to keep, nothing emotional keeps me here, I don't have any fond memories from this place. The only thing here is Bakura and Bakura's things. But... why would Bakura keep me here? I don't know. There's more to Bakura than meets the eye... Ryou leaned his head against the couch, his eyes sliding shut. His last coherent thought was, Just how much more?...
* ^ * ^ * ^ *
Dreams were clouded with painful visions of past beatings, of conversations held. Of many different things, tossed together in a rolling painful storm of memories and thoughts. A rolling turmoil of thoughts, and one word repeated more than any other, "Weak." Ryou sat straight up, panting, that word echoing through his mind. His eyes closed as he turned the dream through his mind. It was only a dream, but it made Ryou think. He'd often wondered why Bakura couldn't be more like Yami, but a new thought had entered Ryou's mind with that dream. He'd always thought that Bakura was letting him down, not protecting him in the way that Yami protected Yugi. But what if it was the other way around? What if Ryou was the one letting Bakura down? "I'll be stronger," Ryou gasped. "I won't let you down."
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There was no physical change in Ryou, he still came to school with bruises, and he didn't suddenly develop any muscles. But something deep inside Ryou changed, a fire was ignited in some corner of his soul. A little flame that was determined to succeed. Succeed in what? Succeed in the task that his yami had set him. To be strong. And he would be. He wouldn't let Bakura down... he had promised himself this. And Ryou didn't make false promises. Or so he told himself.
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Bakura sat in the park again, the same bench, the same position, but this time he was thinking. Not listening to Ryou, but thinking of him. Ryou had changed, Bakura knew this more than everyone. And the change surprised him. Bakura closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. Do I really want Ryou to be like this? he asked himself. It's like he's trying to be strong... I never thought that Ryou would actually do it. Hide his emotions beneath a cover, but is that what I want? I hide my emotions, and... look at me. I'm psychotic, I know I am. And I'm making Ryou psychotic too... A noisy sigh burst from the former thief's lips as he sprawled himself on the bench. Legs straight in front of him, spread on a 90 degree angle, arms dangling over the back of the bench, head lolling backwards. The question is; do I want Ryou to change?
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Authoress's Notes:
Kendra; Don't kill me! If you don't kill me, I'll post the second chapter right away!
Rath; Kendra you moron, they're not going to kill you.
Bakura; At least not until your finished the story.
Ryou; Stories.
Kendra; Shut up you. I've got writers block!
Ryou; R *reading off a paper* 'All flames will be used to set fire to Bakura'. hey. wait a minute.
Ryou; *also reading off a paper* 'Any suggestions (for this or other stories) will be greatly appreciated.'
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