He was sick. Sick of the waiting and the constant darkness. The one that swallowed him and took his body, that demon that he only wished to get closer to, that demon that hissed and chuckled at his failed attempts to be strong. He hated that man, he couldn't look at him with out feeling agonizing pain but he couldn't throw him away, like something precious he held to his heart.
There was a fine line between love and hate, he told himself that. But which was the one he felt?
Ryou Bakura sank to his knees, sinking into the mud and the blood, holding a large red jacket in his hands. This place, the stench and the coldness, the hate he felt vibrating off the walls wherever they were, it was the heart of that demon. Why couldn't Bakura erase himself? Why couldn't he just stop? Just fly away like dust in the wind.
He regretted Bakura, the truth behind him, the truth that soaked his clothes as he kneeled in it. He loved Bakura. Dearly, and wanted to end this. No sweet farewells, no living on, no cleanness. Both would be stained in blood.
He wished to clean these floors, to wash away the filth.
"Yadunushi?" Bakura turned to the small boy that started blankly at him. "Heh, come to see my new body? Nice isn't it?" he chuckled proudly.
Ryou didn't respond only gaze at the cold-hearted bustard.
Bakura frowned and huffed. "Jeez host, show some emotion," he said crossing his arms. "Whatever, I'll be out of your hair. Isn't that nice?"
"Yes," Ryou whispered. "Forever."
Bakura smirked and stepped over to his former host and bent down to his level. "That's not nice. I wouldn't say forever, you never know," he said trailing off, running the back of his fingers over Ryous cheek. "Sweet innocent Yadunushi, what I wouldn't give to have you to myself."
"It's too late for that," the albino hissed.
"Oh? Shame." His hand trailed lower. "So then, this is goodbye? Hmmmm?"
"Forever," Ryou muttered. A tear slipped down his smooth face. "Forever, forever, forever. Today this ends."
A flash of white and Bakura blinked. He gazed into Ryous eyes that were filled with sorrow and a flicker of something else he couldn't identify. The itching pain in his chest increased, not emotionally but physically. Looking down, blood flowed from the hilt of a knife in his chest. The hilt that was held in Ryous hand that twisted it and angled it for his heart. Blood spluttered from his mouth as he fell backwards to the ground, hitting it heavily, but he didn't feel it he was too shocked. He'd avoided death for so long, what happened now?
Ryou watched as those beautiful blood eyes dulled, he sank to the ground, kneeling in blood. Feeling the truth soak into his clothes for the last time. The last breath hitching in the throat of the demon, of the one he hated, the one he love with all his heart.
He sobbed, the tears drowning him. He screamed in pain, seeing the one he loved, his life fade away. Crying he clutched the fabric of Bakuras shirt and broke down.
Maybe he could kill himself from emotional pain, he thought. Maybe I could fade away here too, he was all that was left. I have no one else.
Too long he cried, too long he bent over Bakuras corpse. Until there were no more tears, until he fainted from exhaustion.