Hey people! Silverstorms here after.........I can't even remember how long it's been. But that doesn't matter now 'cause the-wait-is-OVER!

Kai: Oh joy...I'm so excited I can barely contain myself.

Silverstorms: Ok...why are you even here? Shouldn't you be back in the Beyblade section?

Kai: eyes shift suspiciously yeah, about that.........

Silverstorms: S'okay, you can stay for this chapter so long as you stay quite.

Kai:.........

Good! And now for the long awaited fic 'Don't Say A Word'

Enjoy.

This is my first Yu-gi-oh fic and my fourth story, so um...yeah be gentle. Flames are eeky poo!

Disclaimer: I own it all! The characters! The show idea! Everything! police chases me Okay! Cool it people! It was just a joke! Sheesh!!!

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CHAPTER 1: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Thee

It was a beautiful day in the town of Domino. Summer had just begun, and all of the cherry-blossom trees that surrounded the lavish Domino homes were currently blooming with soft rose-tinted flowers. Frankly, it was a day much too gorgeous to be spent kooked up in a house. However, that was exactly where a certain white-haired boy remained.

Ryou sat alone on his bed, fondling a sharp bladed knife in his hands. It was midday yet the curtains were drawn shut and his room door was closed; creating the perfect artificial darkness. Ryou no longer saw the point in welcoming the sun's warmth, and light into his room, when he knew that no amount of it would ever return to his heart. It was obvious the teenager was suffering from depression, and had been for the past four months. He was paler than usual, and steadily getting thinner too, which really didn't benefit his already small frame at all.

During the past four months the hikari had managed to cut off contact with nearly everyone he knew, including his yami. He mostly spent his days alone in his room, and had even taken up the habit of cutting himself. But that was only on rare occasions, when the pain within him hurt too much. Ryou was now drawn to all things dark, there was no turning back for a soul as lost and damaged as his, or at least that's what he believed.

"R-Ryou," a slightly hesitant voice called from behind the door of his bedroom. "Can I come in? I really want to talk to you, it won't take long..."

"Go away!" was the hikari's retort. "I want to be alone."

The person at the door refused to leave and opened it instead.

"Bakura, I said go away!!!" the hikari screamed. Bakura merely stared at him, as leaning casually against the doorframe, taking a sip from his soda can. "So this is where you spend your time nowadays, huh?"

Ryou turned his back toward the other, mouth shut tight. He had told the stubborn yami not to come in and he hadn't listened. Thus Ryou did not feel forced to speak with him.

"Aww, don't be that way," Bakura said making his way over to the hikari's bed, and seating himself at the bed side. "What has gotten into you lately anyhow? I mean, you really haven't been the same since the night that your..."

"Bakura please!" Ryou yelled, placing his hands over his ears before the other could finish.

"Too soon, huh?" he asked sheepishly. Ryou remained silent, back still turned toward the other. "I-I'll go now," Bakura offered letting himself out. "By the way," he said pausing in mid-step, and turning around. "Yugi and the others called. They're worried about you, since you haven't spoken to them in months," he continued. "Better call them back to let them know you're still alive. I tried to tell 'em but they stopped believing me weeks ago."

As soon as Bakura left, Ryou sank onto his bed, hot tears slowly ran down his face, soaking the fluffy pillow beneath him. Ryou had been keeping a very dark secret for quite sometime now. He knew he desperately needed to tell someone. His conscious never left him alone, in fact it ate away at him a little more each day, and he was not certain how long it would be until he finally lost it. Everyday was a struggle to keep a firm grip on sanity, on staying reasonable, on staying alive.

"If only things were different," Ryou whispered to himself. "If only I could turn back time..." Those were his last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep.

Dream Sequence

Ryou was in his living room watching television when the doorbell rang. Groaning, Ryou rose slowly from his seat on the couch, wondering who would be knocking at his door at this hour. It was ten minutes after twelve, after all. Ryou answered the door, gasping loudly at the sight of person standing before him.

"M-Marik?!" he stammered. "W-what are y-you doing h-here? Y-you're suppose to be..."

"DEAD?!" finished the handsome yami coldly. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" he growled approaching the frightened young boy.

"What d-do you want?" Ryou asked him nervously. Marik smiled dangerously, before grabbing Ryou by the throat tightly, trying to strangle him.

"Revenge," he sneered. "I want my revenge and I shall obtain it after you DIE!" he cried, squeezing harder. Ryou was starting to see red, as the vessels in his eyes swelled. "No!" Ryou tried to scream, but the words wouldn't come out, Marik's laughter was the last thing he heard before his world went blank...

"Please! Please no! I'm so sorry. I never meant to do it! It was all a mistake I swear!" Ryou cried out, as he tossed and turned violently in his bed, tears streaming down his face.

Just then Bakura entered the room. He had been playing his favourite video game 'GTA: San Andreas,' when he heard yelling coming from his hikari's room, curious he decided to check it out. Immediately he dashed to the distressed hikari's bedside and began to shake him gently. "Ryou wake up you're having a bad dream."

"Please, I-I never meant to!" Ryou sobbed harder, his body beginning to tremble violently. Bakura didn't know what it was that Ryou had been dreaming about but he was well aware that it was upsetting him deeply, as Ryou didn't cry often or at least before he hardly ever did. Then again he never had reason to back then.

"Ryou!" Bakura shouted, shaking him as hard as he could. "You're having a damn nightmare!" Ryou bolted up in bed at that moment, eyes wide.

His darker half seemed a bit startled, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Are you all right? You were crying in your sleep."

"I'm fine now," Ryou answered quietly. He felt ashamed to know that Bakura had seen him at such a weak state. He also wondered why Bakura had even bothered to ask how he was. Just months ago Bakura didn't seem to give a damn whether Ryou was okay or not. Whenever Ryou was hurt, sad or afraid his yami would merely stand over him, take a long drag of his cigarette blow smoke into his face and tell him to 'be a man and suck it up.' Why was he so caring nowadays?

"You know, I don't say this enough but I worry about you," Bakura confessed suddenly. "I know something's wrong with you...I just don't know what."

"It's nothing important," Ryou tried to assure him with a smile that Bakura easily saw through.

"Why were you crying before?" he asked the silver-haired boy. "What were you dreaming about?" Bakura asked cupping Ryou's pale face gently, and gazing into his tear-filled eyes.

"I-I...uh, can't remember. But it really doesn't matter anymore. It was just a dream after all," Ryou said, refusing to look into his yami's dark eyes.

"So you don't have that dream again...I can...you know...stay with you...until you fall asleep that is." The chocolate-eyed yami suggested. Ryou nodded happily and shuffled over on the bed to make room for Bakura. Once Bakura slipped in, Ryou turned over so that his back was facing the other. Bakura feeling a bit daring slipped a hand over his hikair's waist. When he didn't pull away, Bakura leaned over and kissed his cold damp cheek. Bakura had no intention of leaving his light tonight when it was clear that Ryou needed him too much.

TBC

What'd ya'll think of my first chapter? (Besides being really incredibly short and kinda fluffy) Be honest, was it good, bad, or ugly? Should I continue? Tell me pweaz! Also gomen if u thought Bakura was sorta OOC. He's just real worried about Ryou, and doesn't want to be a jerk to him right now.

One more thing this is NOT I repeat NOT gonna be a B/R fic. They may appear to be real close at times, but the real action is gonna be between Ryou and...somebody else. I think Ryou/Bakura fics rock but I'd like to do something new for a change, as they seem to be one of the more popular pairings around here.

More questions will be answered as this fic unfolds so stick around.

Kai: yeah, stick it!

Silverstorms: remember our deal? u gotta leave now

Kai: but.........

Silverstorms: go on, get outta here pokes Kai with broom

Kai looks sad as he walks toward the door carrying his bag on a stick

Silverstorms: Aww, poor thang! ur breaking my heart...now leave!

Kai:... COWARDS!

(Those who watch family guy should remember that line from Brian. NE ways)

Read and Review please!

Ciao!

Silverstorms