Ship: Gothshipping (Ryou Bakura x "Bonz" / "Ghost" Kotsuzuka)

I thought for a moment that I would have to name this ship myself, and then I thought to search using Bonz's Japanese title, and I found it! LOL

Travesties

Sometimes, Ryou wondered if it would help him if he joined AA. It was, in some respects, similar. He'd hurt so many people, while he wasn't even in control of his own body. He'd tried disposing of the Ring so many times, only for it to find its way back onto his chest like some accursed boomerang. He… Ryou wasn't the one who did all those horrible things.

But that wasn't easy to explain to people.

"Hello! I was possessed by an evil spirit that wanted to destroy the world! I'm sorry that you ended up being collateral damage!"

Yeah, people generally didn't believe that. Not that Ryou blamed them.

Still, he felt guilty. Though it hadn't been his mind, it had been his body.

He tipped his head back to look up at the hospital. At this time, it was cast in sickly fluorescent tints. He stepped through the sliding door. The nurses hardly paid him any mind, had stopped reprimanding him about the late hour long ago; he was practically part of the scenery here anymore. His soft footfalls followed the same path as ever, as though the outline of his steps marked an eternal trail to his destination. He could have walked it in the dark, in his sleep.

He drifted into the privacy of the room. Life support machines buzzed and gasped and hissed. The blip of the heart monitor kept the same pace as ever.

The chair was still there for him.

Ryou sat with a tired sigh, looked over the pale face of the young man before him.

Body comatose. Soul exiled to torturous oblivion.

Ryou touched the small hand resting limply on the covers. It was warm with life. Ryou's eyes stung, and he shakily inhaled as he rubbed his eyes with his other hand.

He thought that, just with the banishing of the evil Spirit, all his travesties could be reversed.

Ryou was wrong.

Still, this man, though not pure, was too innocent for any of the otherwordly agony the Spirit had doled to him. He was undeserving of this penalty.

Ryou came here whenever he could. Sometimes, it was every night a week. He would visit the other two, but… their families long since removed them from life support.

They were truly deceased.

"I-I'm s-sorry," he choked out, pressed his forehead to the sheets. His slender hand curled tightly around the other one in his grasp. "I kn-know that's not enough, b-but I'm sorry."

Sometimes, he thought he felt the other boy's fingers twitch.

But that's all it was. Imagination.

He cried himself dry, and fell asleep half-slumped on the hospital bed.

A nurse put a blanket over his shoulders, an aching, fond smile on his lips.

He wondered what had happened between the two. But one was silent with sorrow…

And the other would never speak again.

END PART

Okay, that turned darker than I thought it would. But… I like it. I feel like these are turning out less humorous than anyone expected, even me. But… hey. Whatever.

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