Title: Love Taught Me
Warning: Male x Male, Mpreg
Disclaimers: I do not own Yugioh
Summary: Ryou becomes pregnant with Bakura's child.
Colored by the sin that falls down upon us
We deep wandering down this dried up path
I won't let anyone touch our love
Even if that means defying the gods themselves
L'arcEnCiel
Chapter Three
Ryou sighed, rummaging through the pages of his Advanced Physics text. "Useless," he murmured, slamming the tome close and shoving it in his bag. He couldn't concentrate at all. The library was empty save for the old librarian eating lunch in her office. His brown eyes flickered towards the section on Biology. There might be a chance that someone could see him read it but then, they might only suspect he had a project due on the topic. Gaining his courage, Ryou scanned the books on the shelf. "The Reproduction of Animals, no. What a Woman Goes Through: Nine Months of Life-changing Events. Well..." Hastily hiding the book underneath his shirt, Ryou threw himself at the table, darting quick glances around the library in case any wandering bodies came inside.
Just as he opened the cover, a hand slammed it shut. "What the hell are you reading this shit for?" Ryou gazed into Yami no Bakura's dark eyes. "You have one at home. Why do you need another?" Still not receiving an answer, Bakura sank down onto the table. "Fine, you want to play that game, we will. I had a pretty shitty talk with Yami no Yuugi. Why'd you tell that bastard about your condition?"
"I had to tell someone!" Ryou screeched, feeling a tad bit hormonal. "You sure as hell aren't going to help me through this! Why don't I just kill the damn thing and be done with it? Then, you won't have to feel responsible for knocking poor Ryou up and getting him pregnant. Another thing, just what in the hell did you do to the old lady?!"
"Calm down. Shit, and they say I'm bipolar." Bakura smirked, buffeting Ryou on the head. "I just stunned the hag, she'll be fine in a couple of hours. Hn, what makes you think that I'm not going to help you through this?"
"What? Do you think I'm insane?" Ryou's voice began to raise steadily with every word. "You helping me?! Ever since I've known you, you've made my life a living hell. Am I supposed to believe you've had a change of heart? Don't make me laugh! You hate me. You might as well just admit that to me." Ryou kicked the chair he was sitting on behind him, hands bracing the edge of the table tightly as he gazed levelly at Bakura.
Bakura laughed. "Did getting pregnant finally make you grow a backbone? I'm impressed. You're cute when you're mad. I like it," Bakura purred, confusing Ryou. "Alright, I understand. I won't be there for you. Will that make you happy?"
"No!" Ryou yelled. "I want you to hold me and kiss me and make me feel good." The youth's eyes widened at his admission. Blushing to the roots of his hair, Ryou snapped his mouth shut, avoiding Bakura's face.
"Is that a fact? I thought I made you feel pretty damn good that night. I held you, I kissed you. What more do you want from me?" Bakura's voice softened. "I don't know what more I can give you. If you're asking for my heart, I don't have one to give to you. I lost the ability to love a long, long time ago. I can give you my body but even it's been used."
"Yami?" Ryou's lips parted in indecision regarding what to say. "I don't want anything from you. I just want you to be nice to me, be my friend every once and while. Now, you're going to be a father and I need to know if you plan on sticking around to raise your child."
"I can't answer that." Bakura, going against everything he stood for, reached down and touched Ryou's cheek. "I can't guarantee I'll even be here when the kid's born. Don't cry." He felt his breath catch in his throat as he wiped the saline rivulets aside. "You should have known that I wouldn't be here forever. My home's in Egypt, not Japan. Eventually, me and Yami no Yuugi will return there. What Shaddi plans to do with us is beyond my reckoning."
"I'll go with you!" Ryou cried passionately. "Please, don' t leave me here. You might be mean to me but still, you're all that I have. I just, I want to be with you forever. I don't care if you hate me. I love you and nothing's going to change that!"
Bakura hastily released his hold on Ryou, horror written across his visage. "No. You can't love me. You don't. It's only your hormones tricking you." If Ryou loved him...there would only be pain and Bakura wasn't going through that again and he sure as hell wasn't putting Ryou through it. He'd been there, knew what that aching void was like. Unrequited love was a cumbersome emotion to experience. The bastard had used his body and destroyed his heart. He wanted to love again and it would be amazing to have love with Ryou but he knew that it was impossible.
"I do! I have since we met. It's narcissistic to fall in love with someone who resembles you but you're not me and I wouldn't have it any other way. Yes, you're evil and terrible but you're nothing like Yami no Malik. You saved my life during Battle City and that's something I've never forgotten. Then, when I was raped, you killed the men who did it. To some, that might seem psychotic but to me, I'll never forget. It meant a lot that you cared about me enough to seek revenge." Ryou's deep, murky eyes reflected the amount of love he felt, scaring Bakura.
"Ryou... don't do this to yourself. I'll only break your heart. Find someone like you, a mortal." Bakura sighed. "I'll tell you about my past, about who that boy is in the memories you dream. If you want to know, I'll tell you tonight."
"A...alright. I should go back to classes. Yami?" Ryou asked as he shouldered his bag.
Bakura raised a brow. "What?"
"...Thank you."
"Yeah, whatever."
Ryou smiled as Bakura disappeared. Yami no Yuugi was leaning against the wall, staring at Ryou. Then it was true. Yami no Bakura did care for Ryou. The reason for his not exploring a relationship with Ryou was bullshit. Bakura's past wasn't sunshine and daisies, in fact, Yami knew that his past was the furthest from being anywhere near good. He was hurt in the past by someone he loved, that much was obvious but the only question was, who was it? Bakura ran by himself, always. He never performed any of his raids with another, he kept to himself most of the time...except... Yami shook his head. It couldn't be. The one who Bakura talked about....was him.
"Who is that?" the pharaoh inquired, pointing at one of the prisoner's. He was quite a fine specimen to behold. Silver-tinted hair that hung in disheveled tresses to his shoulders. The deepest brown eyes that Yugioh had ever seen. Ivory-colored flesh stretched across a tall, slender, lithe body. "What's his trade and reason for being here?"
Set hned, curious about his pharaoh's interest in the boy. "Some thief. Not exactly much to worry about, my Pharaoh. He was caught stealing a first tier dealer's wares. Bring him here," Set commanded to the prison guard. The youth was thrown before Set and Yugioh's feet. "You, identify yourself to your Pharaoh."
The brown-eyed young man snarled, spitting at Set, earning a hefty blow from the guard. "Tell your dog to get off!" he spat.
"Stop!" Yugioh demanded. "Who are you?"
"Bakura."
An intense gaze between the two sparkled with electricity.
"Take him back," Set growled, landing a kick to Bakura's back before the guard hoisted him to his feet.
Yugioh gazed as Bakura was led towards the other prisoner's. What was it about that boy that made his entire body be lighted with burning, ravaging fires? He was attractive and his appearance was unique among the other Egyptians. Why was he this interested? He'd never felt like this before. He had to speak to Bakura again, to see if his lips tasted as good as they looked, like puffs of honey...
Yami no Yuugi sighed. He'd never realized that Bakura had cared about him. He thought it had been about mutual pleasure for both of them. Yami slapped on his happy face as Ryou came out of the library. "You look ill, Ryou. Are you well?"
"Yes, the morning sickness hasn't started yet though, I'm terribly afraid of when it does. I still don't see how my body will be able to adjust to being pregnant. I'm frightened, Yami. What if I die from this?" Ryou felt nervous and anxious.
"I don't think you'll die. I'll research this, to make sure it's safe. If for any reason you think you should abort your child-"
"I won't do that." Ryou held his stomach inconspicuously. "I care about this baby."
"Just as you care for the baby's father?"
"Y...yes." Ryou blushed. "Do you think he'll stick around and be a dad?"
"I don't know. With Yami no Bakura, no one can tell but I do know that he cares about you."
"How do you know?" Ryou asked sharply.
"I just do." Yami smiled softly. "Come on, we need to get to class. We'll talk about all of this later." Yami escorted Ryou to his Art Theory class before going to his own. "Bakura," Yami murmured. "Did I hurt you so much that you can't allow yourself to love again?" It was ironic how the memories started to return, just when Yami was coming to terms with his past. He's forgotten how much of a role Bakura had played. If only, he could fix the rift between them... If only....the two saddest words in history.
