Title

: Bakura's Second Nightmare

Genre: romance, fluff

Rating: T for language

Pairings: BakuraXRyou

Summary: Bakura has a nightmare that the gods have separated him and Ryou from seeing one another in the afterlife. But is this just a nightmare that Bakura needs to get over?

Me: The next chapter is up!

Lucy: Bakura X Ryou nightmare type thing!

Me: Please enjoy!

Chapter One: Bakura's Second Nightmare

Crimson snow fell around the aimless black abyss, vanishing into the chasm below.

The red snow landed around the glass container, like a large cylander with a piece of round glass in the center, seperating it. The bottom and top of the class had metal with great designs, like celtic crosses.

Not a drop of snow landed in the center of the glass, leaving it totally dry and free as it floated in the middle, as if held by invisible strings.

Two hands reached toward one another.

Ryou's fingers touched the thin glass that seperated him from Bakura. Bakura's hand reached forward until he touched Ryou's hand, the thin glass seperating them.

Bakura, clothed in his tomb robber clothing from Egypt, the jacket flowing out behind him like a cape, leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at the glass. He may have been dressed like a Thief King, but his skin was still pale, like Ryou's was.

Ryou was kneeling on the other side of the glass, dressed up in a thin-strapped pale indigo top that had golden designs all over it. The top was long, coming to his thighs, before it stopped, revealing Ryou's long legs. Around his shoulders was a light blue cape.

Ryou whimpered as tears fell from his eyes and splattered onto the clear ground before him.

Bakura narrowed his eyes, a look of hurt passing over him before he growled at the glass.

"Dammit!" he shouted, pounding his fists against the glass, trying to break over to the other star-haired boy. His fists pounded against the glass until they were bloody and he couldn't do it anymore.

Ryou sobbed.

"'Kura..." he whispered, crying again.

Bakura longed to comfort the small silver-haired boy, but all he could do was lean against the thin glass, Ryou pressing his cheek against the clear wall, as if he and Bakura were touching.

The glass, their enemy, was keeping them from contact.

Ryou gasped as he felt something move inside his body, near his back, and the pure white wings unfurled, large white feathers floating around and to the bottom of the case.

Ryou cried out and tried to struggle as the wings unfurled, but there was nothing he could do to make them go away. He cried out and sobbed in pain and tried to fight it.

It was no use.

Ryou was too weak by this point.

Bakura gasped in horror, feeling his anger and determination merge with his soul, giving him power he didn't have before.

The silver-haired yami slammed his fists against the glass, determined to break it open and allow him to see his beloved Ryou, even if his fists were beaten bloody and he was unable to use them.

He had to save Ryou!

He just had to!

Ryou's cape flew above the wings, and Ryou struggled to stay where he was, keeping his hands against the glass. Bakura gasped as Ryou was yanked backward.

His hands coming free of the glass wall.

"Judgment done. His soul is ours, tomb robber," the voice of Ra called from the darkness that surrounded them.

Ryou cried out as he was drawn into the air, some dark force taking him away from his precious other self. Bakura slammed his fists against the wall, but all he could do was attempt.

Never succeed.

He couldn't manage to do anything.

Ryou was too far gone.

All Bakura could do was shout out the name of his lover, as if by some miracle, and the power of Ra and Osiris guiding him, that it would bring Ryou back to his embrace.

His fear became a reality.

Ryou wasn't coming back.

"RYOU!!!!!!!"

"No!"

Bakura cried out and immediatly sat up, shuddering in horror. He glanced around and saw that he was in a bedroom. One that he recognized almost perfectly.

Bakura glanced around and tried to remember what had happened. Soon, his memories came crashing back like a lead pipe, and Bakura remembered everything.

He remembered the nightmare he had just awoken from.

Bakura shuddered and shook his head, trying not to remember the nightmare. It wasn't violent, but it was heart breaking. Bakura remembered every detail clearly.

Bakura glanced over to see Ryou shifting.

"'Kura?" Ryou whispered as he slowly glanced over to see Bakura. Ryou shifted and sat up. "Bakura, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Ryou asked, worried for his lover.

Bakura glanced up and pinned Ryou to the bed before kissing him passionately on the lips.

Ryou's eyes went wide and he slowly allowed the kiss before feeling Bakura pull back gently, breaking the kiss slowly. Ryou felt the lust in his body start to die down.

"Love, what's wrong? Why did you do that so suddenly?" the silver-haired hikari asked.

Bakura hugged him tightly again.

"Nightmare. I had a nightmare that you were torn away from me by the gods and I... I..." the yami couldn't continue. He would probably cry if he continued any more.

He didn't want Ryou seeing him cry. It wasn't that he was afraid to show his tears. He was supposed to be the strong yami of the group. The one who never cried. But somehow, Ryou had seen past that side of him.

Smiling, Ryou pulled the yami into a loving embrace.

"I'm not going anywhere, Bakura. I'm right here, so please don't worry. None of the gods are going to take me away from you," he whispered, feeling Bakura nod slowly.

Smiling, Ryou laid on the bed with Bakura next to him.

The silverette yami pulled his hikari close as if trying to protect him. Bakura cast one glare in the direction of the window, as if warning Ra not to lay a hand on his hikari.

"Love you..." they both whispered before falling asleep together, the nightmare forgotten.

Lucy: Awww^^ Why do I always make Bakura have the nightmares?

Me: Because he has the better reactions since he's usually the big tough guy!

Lucy: Please review!