Ah…:laugh: Sorry for not updating. My interent was down. But here it is!! this is the last chapter and then it'll be a lemon. Hoo-freaking-ray. Either way, It'll be soon.
14. Same Drug
But the band member had to stay on stage. It wasn't fair. This wasn't what he did for a living anyways. He wasn't even the real Firefly, the real guy had gotten sick and Bakura just took over his spot. When he was asked to play, Kura just happened to be setting up and began strumming on one of the guitars. That's when the whole guitar playing question was asked. Unfortunately, they had to play for another hour or so before getting off the stage. That was enough time, Bakura knew, for Ryou to get away from him…forever.
The newly upset boy hadn't felt these emotions in a long time; he had forgotten how it felt. But none of it mattered now, Ryou was leaving; tomorrow. It was way too much to handle. Shadi promised him that Bakura wouldn't get in, but maybe no one was on his side anymore. He was alone. No friends, no family; not one person who cared anymore now, then they did when he met them. They were too concerned with what they wanted for him rather than what he wanted.
Heart heavy, overflowing with raw, old, and lingering emotions, Ry walked out of the fenced seating area for the concert and down the street. All he had to do was find that bar Shadi and Isis were working at that night. The only goal was to tell them good-bye and give them back the VIP pass they gave him for the concert. After that…Ry wasn't really sure what he wanted to do.
"I.D." a large burly man asked as Ry turned into the bar entrance.
"Oh…well…" was all he could manage to stutter.
"Ryou? It's ok Mike. This is Ry; he's supposed to be at the concert…what are you doing here?" Shadi states, excusing Ryou from exposing his ID.
"You told me that Bakura wouldn't show up at the concert," he exclaims, swallowing hard.
Shadi hangs his head and sighs, "I know that I said that. But Kaiba called me and told me that I can't interfere with this relationship. You two are supposed to be together. I tried Ry, I really did."
With a sad sigh, Ryou reaches into his pocket and pulls out the VIP pass card. "Here, you can have this back. I won't need it. I'm leaving tomorrow. I knew it was pointless to come; now it's pointless to stay." The albino turns away and begins to head towards an unknown destination.
Shadi looks down at the ticket in his hand, then back up to the retreating man. "It's funny…" he begins not realizing he's saying it aloud.
"What is?" Ry requests stopping, but not looking back.
"Life is. Have you ever thought about those wired little things?"
"Example?"
"Like, if you never would've met Bakura, you would've never met me or come here. You never would've felt like this…You never would've fallen in love with him."
Ryou finally turned his head slightly, "Shadi, I'm not in love with anyone. I did love him; but not now. Reality sunk in and I see that it wasn't meant to be. It was all just wishful thinking. I appreciate your trying to help. But I'm done with this whole thing. I'm leaving tomorrow then moving on from there. No one will find me, and I won't care. Good bye Shadi. Tell Isis bye for me too."
Shadi was speechless. He knew that he shouldn't say anything but something made him call out, "Stop lying to yourself."
Ryou closed his eyes and bit his lip. His heart had been shattered. He didn't want to listen to other people, he still loved Bakura and this lie that stated he didn't, was getting invaded. People knew he loved him and it was time to face the facts. Heartbroken and depressed, Ry started walking again. "I just don't want to be hurt again."
The tide washed upon the shore with a soothing rhythm. Green, swollen eyes stared out into the black, open waters of the bay. He felt a lot better now that everyone had left him alone. The beach was empty, not a single person for miles on the spacious shoreline. Unless you count the lit shacks that lined the shore or the concert that was a few blocks away.
The lights of the music gig didn't shine to where Ry was sitting; he was hiding in at a small tide pool on a large rock. Palm trees surrounded the small oasis making it feel cozy and calming.
Ryou put his head in his hands and sighed. As much as he wanted to scream, he couldn't. All he could do was sit and breathe; breathe slow steady breaths.
Suddenly, someone grabs Ryou from behind. One hand held the soft lips closed, making sure Ryou couldn't shout. Only muffled grunts could be heard. The other hand held both arms in place so he couldn't struggle; but that didn't stop him from trying.
"Ryou, please stop," a calm, almost pleading voice requested gently.
The boy's green eyes opened wide with shock, glazed with fear as the words reached his ears. The arms encircled around him turns into a hug; it felt like an empty embrace, longing; desperate. Turning his head slightly to his left, Ryou could barely make out the dark figure clinging to his body.
"Bakura?" his nervous, cracking voice asked quietly.
The man holding him pulled away and kneeled next to the rock. As the moon pulled out of the clouds and shone down, Ry could see the features of his past love more clearly. Tribal tattoos swerved sharply, but gently across the tanned skin. The once long, flowering white hair was now short and spiky. The slightly lanky body had disappeared since three years. Kura's arms had grown much more muscular then before, along with his abs and chest. But those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that Ry had missed, that were meeting with his own, stayed the same.
Ry's eyes welled up with more tears. This wasn't the reaction he thought that he was going to receive. He figured that Kura would buff himself up and then beat him again. That would be bad, seeing how much stronger he is now.
"I'm sorry," Bakura whispered suddenly.
"Wha—"
"I'm sorry Ryou. You'll never even begin to realize how much…" Bakura sighed. Ry couldn't exactly comprehend what he's apologizing for but, Bakura kept talking. "I suffered…three years. I've waited patiently for your soul to find mine again," he stops and looks up. The jade eyes of Ry just stared at him. "I should explain to you I guess…it's been so hard for me. Ever since I laid my eyes one you…I've wanted you. Well you've read my diaries! You know what I mean. And just to make myself confront you and touch you…I would get drunk. I would kiss you, touch you, need you. Ry I love you so much. When I was on stage and I saw you standing there, my heart skipped a beat."
The boy just remained silent and listened to every word Bakura said. But he had missed a huge part of their past lives together.
"What about the beatings? What were those about if you love me so much?" Ryou questioned blankly.
Kura stayed quiet for a second then sighed, "I don't know. Maybe it started out as an obsession. That's the kind of person I was. After my twelve years of being abused myself, I…didn't know how to love. It was the only way that I could touch you without drinking. But you have to believe me when I tell you that, whenever I struck you, I lost part of me. Something in my heart ached when I left you alone to suffer. Please…this…all this is a huge punishment for me…I don't know if you've suffered…just please believe me…I love you too much…I don't want to lose you again…"
The last line of Bakura's statement could be hardly heard over the chokes during his explanation. He fell forward and squeezed Ryou's body tightly in his strong arms. His fists were balled as he choked on Ryou's shoulder. Kura was crying. Ryou couldn't believe it. This wasn't the Bakura Makoto that was thrown in prison, ran away, and beat Ryou. This was the heart of Bakura Makoto; the torn, bruised, bloody, hardly beating heart inside. All of these wounds were opened when he stopped to think how awful he had been to his love.
Gathering Bakura into his arms, Ryou sobbed silently on his shoulder, "Oh Bakura. There is nothing in this world that would make me stop believing, or loving you." Pulling back a bit, Ryou stared Kura into his swollen brown eyes, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Ry."
Ryou gently touches Bakura's cheek and asks, "Can I kiss you?"
The only response Bakura answers with is an embarrassed laugh. The smile makes Ry laugh as the tears mix into the passionate make-up session until the couple hears someone shouting at them.
"Hey boy; girl! No sex on beach!"
Ryou's eyebrow twitches, "girl?"
Bakura attempts to muffle his laughs when he buries his face into Ryou's hair, "Man…you're one flat-chested woman then…"
Ryou looks up with a growl, "Oh really? Then I guess you don't want me. Perhaps I'm not good enough for you."
"Oh no Ry, you're perfect for me. We can go back to my house. Maybe…I'll find out about the rest of you. Let's go."
"Mmm-hmm…ouch! Damn…" Bakura's laughs are ended with a curse as he lands backwards on his bed, but he hits his skull on the headboard.
Ryou tilts his head to the side and runs his fingers through the back of Kura's hair. "Aww…poor baby. Are you alright?"
The older boy smiles, "Of course. I've done that many times before." Then he grabs Ryou by the waist and pulls him forward. Both of their faces are merely inches apart. "I've never asked you why you came here."
"I wrote a book about us," Ry states tracing random lines on Bakura's chest.
Kura looks up thoughtfully and says, "Hmm…a book, huh? Kinky."
The smaller boy scowls playfully, "Not that kind of book. A book about how you treated me when your feelings were like this. Although you loved me then, you would beat me."
"What was the reason you gave them?"
"Well, I told them you beat me, so your bruises would always be on me. So it was like you were always touching me. I hated it, but you loved it. That's all."
"…" Bakura remained quiet in a thinking state. "You know what I think?"
Ryou continued to stare into eyes he loved.
"I think you're right. But when I left and grew up a bit, I realized how much of a bastard I was. I'm sorry. Is there anyway that I can make up for any of it?"
This wasn't the Bakura who had tried to kill him. This was undeniably that same man. Ryou loved this guy so much more.
Straddling Bakura's hips with his own, Ryou still lay chest to chest with him on the bed and grinned. "Kiss me. Kiss me like you absolutely mean it."
"But—"
Ry placed his finger on his lips and leaned forward. He tilted his head to the right on instinct, allowing Bakura to take the more dominate role. Bakura's warm tongue pressed into Ryou's mouth without as much as a warning. But that didn't matter. Tonight was going to be a night of pure pleasure and excitement. Neither wanted this to end, but it would. So they made the agreement without knowing it: they'd make this night count until they felt it was okay to be together.