"Couldn't save you from the start. I loved you so, it hurts my soul.
Can you forgive me for to care? Your silence makes me hold my breath.
Time has passed you by.
Oh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world.
Oh, you couldn't face that freedom on your own.
Here I am, left in silence.
You gave up the fight; you left me behind.
All that's done's forgiven.
You'll always be mine: I know deep inside
all that's done's forgiven."
(Ryou's POV)
"Yadonushi."
"Bakura-sama."
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"You're touching me."
"I'm trying to bandage your arm."
"...Whatever."
Every day was like this. He was constantly indifferent to me, no matter what I did. He would take control of my body for an undetermined period of time, then return to the soul hall covered in physical and emotional blood. He would look at me sheepishly before passing out on the floor. While he was asleep I would treat his wounds and ensure he wasn't too seriously hurt.
Why did I do this night after night?
Because he would be grumpy and sore in the morning if I didn't?
Well, that too, but the main reason was because I didn't want us to be enemies. I couldn't deny it: I loved him. I was only "Yadonushi" to him though: a tool to be used in his schemes. He would never appreciate me for me. Regardless, I stayed as the tool. It wasn't the best system, but it gave me a reason to stay near Bakura.
"Watched the clouds drifting away. Still the sun can't warm my face.
I know it was destined to go wrong. You were looking for the great escape
to chase your demons away.
Oh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world.
Oh, you couldn't face that freedom on your own.
Here I am, left in silence.
You gave up the fight; you left me behind.
All that's done's forgiven.
You'll always be mine: I know deep inside
all that's done's forgiven.
"Yadonushi."
"Bakura-sama."
"I need your body."
"...This is the first time you've ever given me any sort of warning. Are you feeling alright?"
"D-dammit, I'm fine! Can I use it or not?"
"Yes."
I could never refuse him. Never. Not because he would force his was anyhow, but because I knew he was so frustrated out of not having his own body to use. I don't want to say I pitied him, but it was a feeling similar to that. The feeling was likely mutual.
As his soul passed by mine in the hall between our soul rooms, I felt that there was definitely something different about him. He was upset about something: not angry, but sad. I had to do something.
"B-Bakura!" He turned slowly to face me. He looked disheartened; just as I had thought. "What are you planning on doing?" He wasted no time to respond.
"The Ultimate Shadow Game." His voice was melancholy and unmoved.
"You're not going against the other Yugi, are you?" Bakura stood silent. "Why can't you just forget about all of this and try to live peacefully? Your quest for vengeance has torn you apart and you know it. Just please...please stop this fighting..." Before I knew it, there were tears streaming down my face. Yami walked slowly towards me, his steps inaudible.
"Why do you care so much? I thought you hated me. Scratch that. You do hate me. What's with the sudden change of heart, huh?" My heart literally missed a beat. Under the mess of white hair I could feel my ears turn a bright shade of red. Bakura continued walking towards me until our faces were but centimetres apart. "So Yadonushi, 'fess up." I couldn't keep my feelings a secret anymore. The proverbial corner had been reached, and my back was against it.
"I-Bakura... I l-love you! And I always have! That's why I-"
'Crap. Not as planned.' I thought to myself. Maximum blush had been attained, and was now going into overdrive.
Bakura neither moved nor spoke. I had my face to the floor in a vain attempt to hide the red rolling across my face. 'He's going to laugh. Then hit me. Then to seal the deal, he's going to leave me here and never come back.' I was half-right.
He certainly laughed. Loudly at that. He turned away from me and snickered,
"Th-that's rich! Oh Ra, that's the best acting I've seen anyone do!" I could feel my whole being tremble in embarrassment. He didn't stop mocking me at that though. "So you say you love me? Hah! You fear me. Don't confuse the two, Yadonushi."
I was pushed into my soul room, and my body was under Bakura's control. I collapsed onto the hardened floors of the chamber, and did not move. I cried though: cried for my unrequited love, cried for the darkness' cruel rejection, and cried for whatever he would do next.
"I've been so alone since you've gone.
Why not me before you? Why did fate deceive me?
Everything turned out so wrong.
Why did you leave me in silence?
You gave up the fight; you left me behind.
All that's done's forgiven.
You'll always be mine: I know deep inside
all that's done's forgiven.
I was awoken by the room shaking. This had never happened before: tremors only happened when... the person in control of the body was afraid.
"Bakura!" I cried. "Bakura, where are you? What happened?"
There was no response.
I had to get to him. Dashing out of my soul room, I found that the hall and his adjacent soul room were crumbling down. 'No!' Avoiding the falling rubble, I made my way to the doorway to the real world. Light overwhelmed my escape.
"And now I give you The Creator of Light!" The Pharaoh shouted triumphantly.
"What! Impossible!" Bakura-Zorc gasped. A heavenly figure appeared in the sky.
"Darkness! Begone!"
The holy light penetrated all. There was no escape from the shine. Zorc faded away and Bakura was left to face the final judgement of the Gods. As they drew closer to the young Thief King left behind in the shadows, the light grew ever brighter. As the gods were about to make their move, a small silhouette broke in front of him.
"Bakura!"
"R-Ryou? Why are you here?" The Thief King reverted back to his paler self, cowering in what darkness remained.
"I-I want to help you! I want to prove to you that the feelings for you I have are genuine!"
"This is not the time! You need to get out of here, you could get seriously hurt!"
"I don't care! If I leave, you'll get hurt! I'm not leaving you!"
The shot was fired. I braced myself for pain, but that wasn't what I felt. Everything went fuzzy, and I couldn't think straight.
'Bakura... I hope you're ok... I love you... Please don't forget me. I'll...never forget you..." Everything went dark after that, and it never brightened again.
A/N
Riv: Well, that's my first attempt at a depressing song-fic.
Marik: TT-TT
Melvin: The hell is wrong with you?
Marik: Iz sad, you stupid Yami *throws bottle of rum*
Melvin: Drunk too?
Riv: Noooo that's mine!
Melvin: ...really?
Riv: Haha no. But you get to do the disclaimer.
Melvin: ...damn. RiverTear980 owns nothing. Yu-Gi-Oh is owned by Kazuki Takahashi, and the song Forgiven is owned by Within Temptation. Anyone who feels like suing or claiming copyright infringement will get a hug. From me. Complete with acid and knives.
Riv: Review, mah lovelies, and fave and alert, and all that jazz. It really makes me happy when people review. It makes every word worth the emotional stress of having to kill Ryou.
Ryou: I'm not dead yet! I still haven't gotten the screen time I was promised in my bloody contract!
Riv: Ever since Ryou died, I've been so depressed...
Akane: And you don't think I'M depressed?
Riv: O TEH HUMANITEH!
Bakura: She must be broken. Her spelling is dead. That's the only thing she has, seeing as she doesn't have a soul to sustain her.
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