Just Let Me Burn

Chapter 10

God I've tried, am I lost in your eyes?

Okay, remember this is Tendershipping. I may have a bit of a Bakushipping fetish… and thief…and death…and- oh shit, but … shhhhhhh!

"Because I fell in love with you and I'm dead but you make me feel alive. If I'm lying I'm dying and I speak truly-," Ryou mumbled rolling over on his side, the television flicked silently between channels.

Bakura had left on errands with Akefia and wouldn't return for several hours. If Ryou knew any better he would know that Bakura would be back around two in the morning, hopefully not drunk. Ryou shivered, he didn't want to go through that again.

He gazed aimlessly at the television, hoping something would happen, not that anything would. Maybe if he tried drowning himself in the bath then Bakura would come home early.

"Nope, that won't work," He murmured. He rubbed him hands against his face, wonder what there was that he could do, it was only two in the afternoon. He sighed reaching over to the phone that lay on the magazine covered coffee table and dialled the number. He had an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach as he waited for the ring to end, so enough it did.

"Hello?" called the person on the other end.

"Um, hi," Ryou answer timidly.

"Ryou?" the other called after a short paused. "Is that you?"

"Hello Yami," the boy smiled.

Yami sighed. "Why are you calling? You knew everyone is out to get you, right?"

"Yes," Ryou said. "But I… the only one I can really talk to is you. Please Yami, won't you at least give me this? I need to."

The tri-colour haired boy groaned and gave into the pleading other. "Yes, I can at least do that for you. I won't tell the others. What is it you wish to speak of?"

Ryous smile widen. "Thank you. Do you remember when I asked you about the dreams and you asked if I'd heard of reincarnation? Well I've been having more and more dreams lately and I believe that you were right about them being past lives."

Yami stood there staring at the living room door from the games shop. "I see. Has anytime important happened in them?"

"Well," Ryou thought back to the beginning. "The first one I was a slave of the Pharaoh and so was Yugi, and than Bakura came for me and took me away. And, I think these ones are connected, there was…um… this other one and then one were I died. Those ones were ancient Egypt dreams. Then there were Greek ones, Kaiba was the king and Bakura was a thief on trial and you slapped him-"

"Pfft," Yami tried to hold back a snicker. "Sorry."

Ryou frowned at the phone. "Right… but, do you really think that its true?"

"Yes," Yami replied. "Did you know that spirits have special powers that add to their main power?"

"Ah, I think so. Bakura can travel about through the shadows, is that what you mean?"

"That's an advantage, but not the right one. Take Yugi for example, he can enter the spirit world, also known as the shadow realm, through sleep or if another spirit is calling out for help and I can see my past life, much like you."

Ryou blinked, all that came from him was a quiet 'oh'. He gazed down at his bare feet and spoke into the phone again. "So do you remember any of that?"

"I remember the day I slapped Bakura, yes," Yami smirked.

"You're all so sadistic," Ryou said disapproving.

"Yes, well," Yami shrugged casually. "We can all feel the three thousand year war, whether if we remember or not."

Ryou sighed and spoke of the one thing he'd been avoiding for some time.

"Yami?"

"Hmm?"

"I…" He flinched and looked away distantly. "I'm not human am I?"

There was a long awkward silence where Yami stared at the phone with wide eyes and Ryou forgot how to blink. Yami's mouth opened and closed absently.

"No," came the final reply.

Ryous eyes screwed shut as he made a sound like a whine. He yelped and through down the phone onto the receiver, running to their room he flung himself down onto the large bed and screamed.

"FUCK!" He screeched, flailing upon the bed. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

He cried out, pissed off at nothing in particular and yet angry at everything.

"Jesus," Came a surprised voice.

Ryou bolted up and glared at the person in the doorway.

Mariku tilted his head curiously at the enraged white haired boy, and moved over to the bed. "What happened with you?"

"I bet you all knew that I wasn't human," Ryou snapped accusingly.

"Oh," Mariku blinked. "I did. But you know there are cases of late bloomers to the fact that they're spirits."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?" Ryou roared. The flung himself forward and clawed at the tall blonde. "Why the fuck-?"

"Would you have believed me?" Mariku asked calmly, grabbing the smaller's wrists.

Ryou paused and curled in on himself slightly. "No," he whimpered.

Mariku looked at him in pity, lowering himself he kneeled down in front of the distraught young boy, stared at the smooth and flawless pale face. "Listen, this is why you don't tell people that they're not human, you see it in movies all the time. You needed to find this out on your own, which by your reaction, I'm guessing you didn't." Letting go of one of the thin wrists, he tilted Ryous chin up to coax the other to look at him. Purple met brown and he broke out with a loop sided smile. "Is it so bad? Don't you want to be one of us?"

"I don't know," Ryous voice barely audible, his eyes sullen.

Mariku narrowed an eye. "I'm happy that you're a spirit. I thought that you would make a great spirit, but now we have to find out what spirit you are," He said grinning at the small boy.

Ryou twitched and slide from the edge of the bed into Mariku's kneeling lap; he wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck and sobbed quietly. Eventually choking out, "the moon."

Mariku's eyes had widened and grow even larger when Ryou spoke. "What?"

"It was a dream, but I can tell it was real as well," that didn't even make sense to him. "But I know that I'm the moon, I just know."

"Ah," Mariku closed his eyes and sighed. "I see." He picked up the small boy and laid him on the bed.

Mariku gazed down at the small albino that lay curled up in his embrace. The poor boy had passed out from emotional drain. He gently carded his fingers through the smooth white locks. Ryous eyes fluttered open as he shifted closer to the tall bronde.

"Ah, you're awake," Mariku said lifting himself up on one elbow. "How are you feeling?"

"Bad," Ryou whispered, not moving away from Mariku.

The blonde grunted and ruffled the albino's hair. Ryou cried out in surprise and jerked away, the other spirit laughed.

"You know what, oh mystical moon? You'll be able to help us now," Mariku grinned. "Did you know the only ones that can actually fight are me and Bakura?"

"Really?" Ryou blinked and tilted his head.

Mariku nodded. "And being the moon you should be able to control light and water," the Blonde said.

"I do like water," Ryou whispered. "But what if I can't use my powers in time?"

"Strong emotions on desperate situations usually allows you to use then if you've been struggling," Mariku said and chuckled. "I know that's how Bakura first used his."

"Bakura?"

"Ah-huh, it was when we first met. Malik and I though we'd push it out of him, but he didn't know that we wouldn't kill him," Mariku sighed. "Lets just say Bakura ended temporarily paralysed from Maliks beating and grinning and we ended up with giant black bruises up the right side of our bodies due to Bakura."

Ryou paused taking it all in. "So that's how you all met?"

"Yep," Mariku laughed.

Hi, it's me sorry this is taking so long and the EXTREMELY short chapter just now, but schools back in and I have not got much time… not many ideas (brain block! /flails)

But if you could all help me out and stay patient ^^' Heh, please give me some ideas on what you would like to happen and you may find it in the next chapter or so.

Please give ideas to the dumb.

Cheers, Noa.