Yami Megami: My Computer's Fixed!! YAY!!
Yami: Her Computer crashed. . . .twice in one month -_-'. . . . .
YM: Yeah, but I'm back now, and I have the PG-13 ending (at least, I think it's PG-13) to type up. Let me warn you though-major sap.
EC: So I was in a sap mood, so what?
YM: But it's so disgustingly sweet, it's not funny. When I went back to edit it, I almost puked.
Bakura: Where's the fun lemon you promised me in Late Night Research?
YM: *whacks Bakura* I'm working on it!!
Bakura: *Pouts*
Yami: -_-' Yami Megami doesn't own Yu-gi-oh or any of it's characters, and isn't making any money off of this fic. You know what you'll get if you sue her.
YM: Oh yeah, and Lady Ezri, you're right. It should be atashi wa gomen nasi, not anata wa gomen nasi. I always get those two mixed up. -_-' Thanks for pointing it out to me!! I'll change it to "ore" tho, I think. And. . . Uh. . .gomen Nizuno Mikomi. I'll have to try and do something about Mik- chan. Oh, and one more thing. . . . GO BLEEDING ANGEL!!!! I like sharp pointy objects (mischievous grin) *huggles Bleeding Angel and SilentDarkness*
Chapter 5: How could I not? (PG-13 Ending)
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"R-Ryou?" he asked quietly, bending down to his light half. Ryou, who had his head pulled to his knees looked up slowly at his Yami. His face was tear streaked and his eyes were puffy and bright scarlet; he looked thoroughly tormented. Then, he did something Bakura never, ever thought he would do. Ryou leapt up faster than Bakura cared to register and wrapped his pale slender arms around his Yami's neck, crushing Bakura's lips with his own. . . . . . . . .
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I'm dreaming, thought Bakura, who was completely shocked. His light was doing something he had never even dared to dream would happen. His light, *his* hikari, was *kissing* him. As in his mouth was on top of Bakura's by his choice! He was dreaming. That was the only explanation. He had somehow passed out while walking to the door and he was dreaming. It was the only way any of this made sense. What happened next next to confirmed this thought. Ryou gently, if almost shyly, nudged at Bakura's lips with his soft tongue. Bakura, deciding that a dream was better than nothing, surprised his light by meeting Ryou's tongue with his own. They sparred for a brief second and Bakura won dominance, tasting his sweet prize-Ryou's mouth-with satisfaction. When the kiss was broken, Ryou kissed a line across his Yami's slightly heated flesh to his shirt collar and started to cry again. Bakura was ripped in half, incinerated, and blown up in one tenth of a second. He had managed to make his light cry again. Softly entwining his fingers in his light's silken hair, he whispered besetly,
"Please don't cry Ryou. I-I'm sorry. Honto."
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I'm dreaming, thought Ryou as he kissed his Yami. Bakura had opened the door and he had launched himself at his Yami. I cried myself to sleep and this is a dream, he thought. It was the only explanation that worked in Ryou's mind; why else would his Yami have opened the door? He nudged at his Yami's lips with his tongue hesitantly. Hey, a dream was better than nothing, and he was on cloud nine. When the kiss broke, he prayed to every deity he could think of that it wasn't a dream he was having. He was so happy that his Yami had come back to him and he could tell him how he felt that he cried again. He couldn't help it. He just did. He felt his Yami's arms snake around his waist and twist into his hair. It was such a gentle touch, and he never wanted it to go. He heard his Yami say, something, what he wasn't sure; he didn't quite hear it.
"Yami, oh Yami, I thought I'd never be able to tell you." Ryou said through his sobs, which were abating slowly. Bakura loosened his fingers from his light's hair and combed through it gently with his fingers.
"Nani?" he asked softly. Ryou was shocked at his Yami's tone of voice. It was gentle, surprising in itself, but that wasn't what stunned Ryou so much. It was the soft, almost non existent undertone that had startled Ryou. Fear. His Yami was afraid. Of what, he had no idea, but he didn't like it, not for one second. Ryou slowly controlled his tears, though he was still trembling as he said, still clutching his Yami like a lifeline,
"I love you Yami." At this, he felt Bakura physically tense, and at the same time, he felt a tightening of Bakura's end of the link they possessed too as he replied,
"Wa-Wakarimasen." This confused Ryou. How could his Yami *not* understand? Why didn't he-Well, may as well ask baka, thought Ryou.
"What don't you understand?" Ryou asked gently as he pulled back half an arms length to look as his Yami.
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How can I explain this to Ryou? He says he loves me, but does he really know what he's saying? I don't deserve him to say the very least. I mistreated him so terribly for such a long time, I don't know how he can look at me with any emotion other than hate. Bakura looked down at his hikari as Ryou pulled away from him slightly. Yet he can. He's so forgiving, so perfect. I don't even deserve to *look* at such a reincarnation of purity.
"I," sighing, I stop. I have no idea where to begin, really. "I am unworthy of you to say the very least. I-I have abused you mercilessly for longer than I now care to think about, and I could never ask for or even hope to receive your love. I am like a demon, sent from the very lowest level of hell to this earth, while you are an angel, sent from the highest level of heaven; flawless in every way. Your innocence would be marred by my impurity if you declare that you love me. You don't realize what you say when you say Aishiteru. Just take it back. Take it back and you can remain the beautiful angel that you always have been, and you'll never be tainted by my darkness." A solitary tear rolls down my cheek, almost unnoticed by me. But I did notice a twin rolling down my-no, not my light. I am not worthy to address him as such. I noticed a twin rolling down Ryou's cheek. Simultaneously we reached up and wiped them from each other's faces. But where my hand fell away from his face, his lingered, holding my cheek in a soft caress. In his other hand, he brought to my attention a card. It was a duel monsters card and it's back faced me. He turned it around and I saw that it was hid favorite card-the change of heart.
"Do you know why this is my favorite card Yami?" he asked softly, almost inaudibly. I shook my head. He never told me *why* he liked that card; probably because I never gave him a chance. That thought sent a twinge of guilt through me.
"I didn't pick this card because of what it does in the game, or because it's a strong magic card. I chose it soully because of what it looks like. Look at it. There are two halves there that make a whole. I am the light, and you are my other half; my darkness. You complete me, I am nothing without you. (The card disappeared slowly and he looked straight into my eyes) I would rather be damned to the very core of hell for all eternity and longer than live this lifetime without you; without your love. I don't hold what you did against you; I love you. More than anything. More than my life itself. If you told me you loved me and I died immediately after, I would die blissful. I don't care about what will happen to me when I leave this world, weather I go to heaven or hell, it doesn't matter, as long as I can live this lifetime with you." Ryou whispered quietly, eyes brimming with tears that he simply would not allow to fall. Then I realized, there were tears running down *my* cheeks. Ryou leaned up and kissed me softly after he whispered,
"Don't cry Yami; please." I don't think I've needed anything more than that kiss in my lifetime, possibly not even air. I melted completely into the warm, gentle touch, existing only for that moment, and for that moment only. When the soft, sweet kiss broke, I buried my face in Ryou's soft snowy hair.
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Yami is crying. Hard to believe, but it's true. Bakura is crying silently, I can tell. I wrapped my arms around him in a silent gesture of comfort, knowing that it was touch Yami needed, not words. Then, his darker half drew away from his head slightly and said, almost inaudibly,
"Ryou?" It sounded as if he had decided something and he really didn't want to say it. Ryou, dreading the worst, said,
"H-Hai Yami?" He felt his Yami close his eyes after he put his face back down on his light's hair and he heard him whisper,
"I love you, Aishiteru, J'aimevous, yo amor tu. I love you more than my worthless life tenfold." Ryou was shocked. He never thought his Yami would say that when he knew he was awake. He also was surprised that Bakura paid attention in all 3 of his language classes. Then, he realized what his Yami had just said. He said it, He said it, HE SAID IT!!!! his brain screamed as he launched at his Yami, who wasn't more than 5 inches away to begin with, almost knocking him over. He snaked his arms around Bakura's neck and he was close to cutting off circulation; neither noticed. Ryou only let off because he needed to breathe, and then it was only a tenth of a centimeter if *that* much. Then, Ryou leaned up and kissed his Yami, right in front of his ear before saying,
"Arigato." Bakura looked at him confusedly and said,
"What for?" Ryou kissed him on the lips again softly, closing his eyes against it. He couldn't get enough of the absolutely intoxicating flavor that was distinctly his Yami. When he pulled back, now to a fifth of a centimeter, he said,
"For loving me." Bakura smiled; not a half smirk that Ryou was used to, but a genuine smile. It pleasantly shocked Ryou, Bakura noticed as he kissed his light's nose.
"How could I not?"
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YM: Told you it was sappy as all hell.
EC: *Whacks YM* Hey!! You're pushing the rating.
YM: I am?
EC: -_-' I have no idea. I just want you to shut up.
YM: :P Well la di freekin' da. Who died and made you queen ficcie rater?
EC: *Whacks YM* Don't make me open a can on your ass.
YM: Now who's pushing the rating? ^_^
EC: -_-' Shut up or I'll make you write a het Harry Potter ficcie. Harry and Hermione I think. I can see it now. It can start out-
YM: O_O IIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! I'll be good!! I swear!!
EC: Good. Now go and try to write your lemon.
YM: Don't forget to ask 'em.
EC: We won't. Now go, or I'll be forced to develop a plot on the Harry Potter fic.
YM: O_O Dewa ja Matta *runs off to desk where lots of crumpled up papers are)
EC: Yami, do it.
Yami: *Plugs in a huge 30 foot red neon sign that reads 'YM needs help'*
EC: Thank you. Yami Megami has no idea how to start her lemon, and so far she hasn't made I past the first page. If you have any suggestions on how to get the heat on, E-mail Yami Megami at Darkgoddess44@darkcastle.com, or leave it in your reviews.
Japanese Word Index:
Wa-Wakarimasen - I-I don't understand
Aishiteru - I love you
H-Hai - Y-Yes?
J'aievous - {French} I love you
Yo amor tu - {Spanish} I love you
Dewa ja Matta - Bye!!