Ryou was following Bakura into the city because the bright lights were butterflies flying too far away to save him if his yami left. Bakura was following Ryou because instinct told him that he could not leave his hikari.
The lights reflected their butterfly wings in the boys' eyes and the colors in the city lifted them up and flew them to Ryou's dusty apartment where they remembered what sadness was.
They did turn on the lights because that would expose the secrets that lay in only their minds and painted their wished. Bakura's knees melted into the same puddle as the shadows on the floor and he stripped Ryou from his outer shell and cradled him softly and sang to him. They made love with their voices hushed and with the dust smothering their breaths in the dark. Ryou felt Bakura tear his protective skin off and felt like screaming but kissed instead. Bakura wanted to tear Ryou into a thousand little pieces but didn't because he didn't really want to hurt him.
The sweat and tears were morning dew in the sun when they were done and they were sill enough to breathe the sadness in and taste it on their tongues. The cold hands of wind that gripped their thighs reminded them that they did not belong and Ryou cried. Bakura said shhh and Ryou knew they would survive of they followed each other and each other alone because each knew the sadness that sand in the other's mind and they never believed in love, even though they knew it was real.
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I know that this was strange, also. I did this in the same sitting as "Send Me a Shooting Star" so it sounds like it. Did anyone actually get it? Probably not...
Btw, for those who want care, I have made a seperate account where I will post all my lemon and stuff. It's: Look It's a Mad Woman. The Silent Game will probably be posted there... I don't watn to be deleted again...