Summary: Crying...Ryou has to watch him cry. There's nothing he can do about. He has to watch him cry his heart out. Crying at night...then crying during the day. Will it ever stop? Why is it that Ryou can't reach out to him and make him stop? [B/R]
Nadako: Somewhat depressing story. Of course, its about Bakura and Ryou.
Bakura: Again?
Nadako: YUP! You two just inspire me with Angsty, depressing stories!
Bakura: oh joy...¬¬ Can't you write anything about us OTHER than Angst and Romance?
Nadako: *blinks* ano...
Bakura: -_- didn't think so...
Nadako: HUMOR!
Ryou: Nani?! Me in Humor?! O_O
Bakura: er...
Nadako: If Bakura was in it with you it would be funny...that is...if I knew how to write comedy. *blinks stupidly* Now who wants to read the disclaimer?
Malik: *pops out* MEEE! ^_^
Nadako: ok....
Malik: Nadako-mika does not own Yugioh...if she did she would have Bakura fanning and feeding her grapes right now. O_o
Nadako: O_O ano...*runs*
Bakura: HEY! *chases*
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(Cry All Night)
By: Nadako-mika
Crying, weeping, grieving. That's all he ever does these days. He's crying in his sleep again.
I walk slowly up the stairs, the non stop sobbing growing louder and louder. Why won't he stop? When will he stop? I padded down the carpeted hallway, towards his room. I'm worried, he's going to cry himself blind someday. Without a sound I slowly open the door. He was lying on his bed, trapped deep into his nightmare. Hot tears were seeping through his closed eyes. Every now and then he would twist or struggle uncomfortably.
I wish I could sooth him, I really wish I could. But there is nothing I can do. I can only stand here and watch him, watch him cry his heart out. I want to rush to his side and whisper comforting words in his ear. I want to hug him and tell him everything is fine, that it is only just a nightmare. But I have no power to do so. I can only stand by his side as he grieves.
I watch as his tears suddenly stop flowing. He slowly opens his eyes. I move a little closer, wanting to embrace him. He looks sad, I want to change that. I want to do so many things for him, but all is impossible. He sits up in his bed, and scans the room with his unhappy eyes as if he were searching for something. He sits with his back against the wall and breaks down again.
Don't cry... I want to say to him. Please, don't ruin those beautiful eyes of yours. But of course, he can't hear me.
I watch mournfully as he slowly cries himself to sleep again. This happens everynight. And with each night his spirit fades.
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He's sleeping peacefully now. For how long I am not sure. I hope he doesn't fall into another nightmare. I hope that he won't have a reason to cry more tonight. I hope he becomes happy soon. I hope for many things, all which seem impossible to fill.
As I walk towards his room again, to check up on him, I see the door open. He's walking out of his room. I hope he isn't still asleep. I stop and watch him. He's headed towards the bathroom. Just before he closes the door I slip in behind him.
Silent tears fell down his pale face as he searched the cupboards for something. I see him relax a bit as he pulls something out. A razor. I hope he isn't going to cut himself. I watch his face as his eyes soften and a smiles a small smile. As much as I would like to see him smile, I don't want him to smile because of that razor. I want him to be truly happy. He look up into the mirror. And I look in it too. I see my reflection, but I know he can't see me. He only sees himself, not the person standing next to him.
Please don't... I whisper. Don't scar your lovely skin. I say, though I know he couldn't possibly hear me.
His eyes widen as he looks in the mirror, and drops the sharp blade. He gasps as he stares at the reflecting surface. What did he see? Out of curiousity I too, stare into the mirror. I follow his gaze and see that he is staring right at my reflection. I gasp and move away a little. He couldn't possibly have seen my reflection! He turns his head in my direction. Hope sparkled in his eyes, but was dulled by the look of dissapointment. He turns back and picks up the dropped blade. He stares at it with hatred and places it back in the cupboard.
I sighed in relief, knowing that he wouldn't be hurt physically tonight. I wish I was knew that he wouldn't be hurt emotionally too.
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He's crying for the third time tonight. I sit on the edge of his bed watching sadly. He doesn't know I'm here. He can't see me. He can't hear me. He can't feel me. He's having another nightmare. This time, he's mumbling. I can barely make out his words.
"Why did you go?"
I'm startled out of my thoughts by his voice. I look him. He's still asleep. More tears flow down his beautiful face. Who is he dreaming about?
"Why?"
Again he speaks, and adds my name at the end. I stare at him in shock. He's dreaming about me? He stretches his arms out, as if wanting to grabs something. But he only cries harder when he could not get that something.
Sorrow starts to engulf my heart. I was the one that brought him to this. I am the one that makes him cry. I am the one that he dreams about, and with each dream he mourns some more. His spirit is fading because of me. He's cutting himself because of me. My heart aches in agony. This is all my fault! It's because of me that he is so unhappy. If he hadn't met me in the first place, he would still be living happily.
He wakes up again and looks around the room. He's always doing this. Is he looking for me?
I'm right here, Bakura. I'm right here! I say out loud. He doesn't hear me. He can't. I reach for his hand, but my own hand slips right through his. He can't see me... He doesn't know I'm here, watching him.
"Why did you leave me? Ryou, why did you have to die?!"
That last sentence struck the very core of my soul.
I stared into his dull chocolate eyes. A single tear trickled down my cheek. Falling, then splashing onto Bakura's shaking hands.
I'm crying...
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Nadako: Should I end the story there? Or should I add another chapter explaining WHY Ryou died?
Bakura: WRITE ANOTHER ONE! You can't just leave me to ponder why my Hikari died!
Ryou: And I want to know what happens to Bakura!
Nadako: Ok. I've got two votes on "Yes write another chapter". Its up to you *points to reader* to decide! Review me and tell me what you think! Wow..this story is actually pretty short. *shrugs* ah well...couldn't think of any thing more to add to it ^_^U. Ja!