Yours always, my darling

by Skitzofreakish-anime-angel

My first chapter fic! Warning ShounenAi a.k.a Boy x Boy! Ryou x BakuraYami Note: I call ryou Ryou and Yami Bakura bakura. Ryou loves Bakura, but can Bakura accept the fact that he loves Ryou? Ah...I love the smell of angst in the evening.

1. ice tears and broken hearts

Db Okay pplz. This is a Ryou and 'kura fiction. No song this time sorry. But, before the fic, I would like to thank everyone who reviewed me on Ordinary and Skater Boy. You guys rock-out-loud! BTW, this is a chapter fic. Without further adue, Malik, say the disclamer!

Malik Db doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh because she is too insane to write that many episodes without sending her own mind to the shadow realm to have quiet.

Db Thankies, Malik. On with the fic!

Note: this is told in Ryou's P.O.V.

I gazed outside at the falling snow. The flakes danced like little ethereal ballerinas in the gray sky. They tumbled and fell to the ground, matching the tears drizzling down my face. I inhaled deeply, trying desperately to the image lingering in my mind.

Why? Why did I have to tell him? If I had just kept to myself like I do around Yugi and his friends, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have stormed off. And I would not be sitting alone in my room with pieces of a shattered love weighing heavily in my heart. If I had kept this feeling to myself, I could have been downstairs with him, making dinner while he watched television on the couch. But, no, I had to reveal my secret that I had hid so cleverly from him for almost a year.

I saw Yugi and his Yami walking down the snowy street. Yami teased Yugi and earned a playful punch from the other. Bakura and I could never be like that. For many nights I dreamed of sharing moments like those with Bakura, only to wake up and find none of it was real. In my dreams, we would shop for presents together, maybe stop at a café for Cocoa, and then, we would spend the rest of the night cuddling under a blanket by the cozy fireplace in the living room. I felt a sharp pang in my chest at the realization that my dreams stood no chance of ever becoming real.

Yugi was lucky. He had it all. He had a Yami who loved him, loyal friends, and a loving grandfather. What did I have? A hateful Yami, a Father who was always working, and lead figurines for company, that's what I have. Some people are born lucky… I just wasn't one of them.