disclaimers: I do not own Yugioh and if I did, you can damn well bet that
Yami Bakura would be mine. ^_^
This is Yaoi and is boyxboy love.
Please read and review minna!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! ^_^
I TOO HAVE A HEART
Hours later, Bakura returned to the hospital, calm and composed. There was no trace of the tears he shed so unmercifulless from earlier. It was past midnight, the others having returned to their homes. The yami was given several nods from the orderlies as he passed the front desk to Ryou's room. Bakura stared at the prone figure, wrapped comfortably in the cotton sheets. The light from the bedside lamp haloed his hair, giving him an angelic apperance. Bakura stood, against the wall, watching his tenshi sleep. The bitter news from earlier seemed completely irrevelant. Bakura carressed the silken, dove colored strands, eliciting a content sigh from Ryou. Tears stung at the once frigid yami's eyes. He furiously rubbed at them, forcing the tears to not come.
"Yami....." came a whispered plea from Ryou. The aibou's eyes were half- lidded as he was roused from his sleep. A weak smile flitted across his face. "I'm sorry....."
"Ssh," Bakura put a finger to Ryou's lips. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."
Ryou kissed the appendage tenderly. "Stay with me....." Ryou's eyes started to close shut again. Bakura nodded, sliding underneath the sheets with his aibou. His arms snaked around Ryou's waist, holding him close as if he let go, it would be the last time. Gradually, Ryou's breathing shallowed and it was all Bakura could do but hold the tears inside until he was alone. He didn't want his aibou seeing how much he was hurting. Resting his head against Ryou's shoulder, the forlorn akutenshi also drifted into a sleep haunted by past memories.
(flashback)
A white haired boy of four, innocence not yet deprived, stared around wide- eyed at his surroundings. Several of the people he had grown up around in the tavern regarded him with cool pity, they ignored him as much as possible. One of the elder women, the one the boy had grown up around for the most part of his life, approached him. "Bakura...."
"What is it Chisato-san?" Bakura asked, brown eyes blinking curiously.
"Your mother is dead. She died of some disease that the locals caught. You will be given to your father when he arrives in a few hours."
Bakura's face paled visibly and tears welled. The little boy ran from the tavern.....
(end of flashback)
Bakura unconciously held his small koibito tighter.
* * *
(present)
I had lost my mother due to complications that couldn't be prevented and now I'm losing my love. It was always Ryou, you know? I mean, even in the beginning, I knew that it was him I was supposed to be with but I was so used to feeling hate that I mis-interpreted those emotions. I was angry at myself for not understanding and angry at Ryou for just being..himself. I hated his kindness, his purity. I used to be like that until that bastard father of mine destroyed my innocence. I was eight when he raped... I wonder, is that why I was so protective of my aibou? Why I never allowed him to stay with the pharaoh and his friends? Was I scared that they might turn on him?
Oh Ryou. Why us? I watch my aibou as he prepares himself dinner. He refuses to allow me or anyone else to wait on him. His father hasn't had the chance to come home yet, but he does phone here everyday to check on Ryou. I wish my father had been like that. Perhaps if my mother hadn't died, I would never have went to a life a crime but..then again, I would never have met my Ryou. I used to not believe in fate and now I curse it yet am glad for my life.
Despite the cancer, Ryou's hasn't lost any of his physical strength...not yet at any rate. Yami Yugi has asked me to reserach the cancer but I don't want to. It hurts enough as it is. All I can do is make sure my aibou knows that I love him. Ryou smiles at him yet I can tell that the smile is weaker. "Come on Yami," he says, indicating a chair with his hand. I sit beside him, interlacing one of my hands with his. He knows I don't eat. I ladle the spoon with the macaroni and cheese, feeding my hikari. He blushes a kuwaii shade of pink. "Yami....I'm not a baby."
"Yes you are." I fill the spoon again. Ryou rolls his eyes. It's hard to believe he.. No. I'm not going to get deppressed even more. Ryou told me he knew... I haven't asked how he knew. I don't want to know. It would probably make me mad at him. That he could keep something so important away from me. Ryou still participates in school and I enrolled to keep a close eye on him. The students as well as the teachers do treat Ryou differently, as if he was porcelain doll that would break should they touch him. Even his close friends have the same philosophy. I've told them time and time again that he isn't fragile but they refuse to believe me. I've learned that Ryou has secrets that he keeps from us all, even me. So he must be stronger than we realize to have to bear those memories.
(flashback: three days earlier)
Ryou's eyes were closed, the wind ruffling his white hair. He sighed, leaning closer to the trunk of the maple tree. A warm body slid behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. A bright, cheerful smile spread across his face as he turned his head to see Bakura. "Yami." Ryou snuggled deep into his yami's arms. Ryou gave a shudder as Bakura nipped delicately at his neck. "Yami...no." Tears flecked the brown eyes as he pushed the akutenshi from himself. Bakura's brows furrowed as he watched the retreating figure. All he wanted was to express his love for his aibou, just a kiss. Did Ryou expect something more?
(end of flashback)
What exactly has he hidden from me? What does he keep hidden? I pause in my feeding of my aibou. He seems to know what I want to discuss. If this was earlier, I would have just beaten the truth from him. I touch his cheek and as I expect, he flinches. "Aibou, wakarimasen. You always do this."
"Gomen n..nasai but....I can't." Tears... He swallows hard and I can see the pain. "Gomen Yami. I want to be with you that way.... I'm scared Yami," he whispers, eyes downcast. I tilt my head to the side. "You won't to know why...don't you?" I nod. "Its' because...."
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Kill me now. Get it over with. Sigh, I'm sorry for the evil cliffie but I'm sure you can guess what happened to Ryou.
THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! ^_^
Thanks glassneko! Lol, I've always thought Chibi was kid.
Thanks Shadowspirit for being such a huge supporter of my fics. Makes me so happy! (I think I thanked you in another fic..not sure....)
This is Yaoi and is boyxboy love.
Please read and review minna!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! ^_^
I TOO HAVE A HEART
Hours later, Bakura returned to the hospital, calm and composed. There was no trace of the tears he shed so unmercifulless from earlier. It was past midnight, the others having returned to their homes. The yami was given several nods from the orderlies as he passed the front desk to Ryou's room. Bakura stared at the prone figure, wrapped comfortably in the cotton sheets. The light from the bedside lamp haloed his hair, giving him an angelic apperance. Bakura stood, against the wall, watching his tenshi sleep. The bitter news from earlier seemed completely irrevelant. Bakura carressed the silken, dove colored strands, eliciting a content sigh from Ryou. Tears stung at the once frigid yami's eyes. He furiously rubbed at them, forcing the tears to not come.
"Yami....." came a whispered plea from Ryou. The aibou's eyes were half- lidded as he was roused from his sleep. A weak smile flitted across his face. "I'm sorry....."
"Ssh," Bakura put a finger to Ryou's lips. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."
Ryou kissed the appendage tenderly. "Stay with me....." Ryou's eyes started to close shut again. Bakura nodded, sliding underneath the sheets with his aibou. His arms snaked around Ryou's waist, holding him close as if he let go, it would be the last time. Gradually, Ryou's breathing shallowed and it was all Bakura could do but hold the tears inside until he was alone. He didn't want his aibou seeing how much he was hurting. Resting his head against Ryou's shoulder, the forlorn akutenshi also drifted into a sleep haunted by past memories.
(flashback)
A white haired boy of four, innocence not yet deprived, stared around wide- eyed at his surroundings. Several of the people he had grown up around in the tavern regarded him with cool pity, they ignored him as much as possible. One of the elder women, the one the boy had grown up around for the most part of his life, approached him. "Bakura...."
"What is it Chisato-san?" Bakura asked, brown eyes blinking curiously.
"Your mother is dead. She died of some disease that the locals caught. You will be given to your father when he arrives in a few hours."
Bakura's face paled visibly and tears welled. The little boy ran from the tavern.....
(end of flashback)
Bakura unconciously held his small koibito tighter.
* * *
(present)
I had lost my mother due to complications that couldn't be prevented and now I'm losing my love. It was always Ryou, you know? I mean, even in the beginning, I knew that it was him I was supposed to be with but I was so used to feeling hate that I mis-interpreted those emotions. I was angry at myself for not understanding and angry at Ryou for just being..himself. I hated his kindness, his purity. I used to be like that until that bastard father of mine destroyed my innocence. I was eight when he raped... I wonder, is that why I was so protective of my aibou? Why I never allowed him to stay with the pharaoh and his friends? Was I scared that they might turn on him?
Oh Ryou. Why us? I watch my aibou as he prepares himself dinner. He refuses to allow me or anyone else to wait on him. His father hasn't had the chance to come home yet, but he does phone here everyday to check on Ryou. I wish my father had been like that. Perhaps if my mother hadn't died, I would never have went to a life a crime but..then again, I would never have met my Ryou. I used to not believe in fate and now I curse it yet am glad for my life.
Despite the cancer, Ryou's hasn't lost any of his physical strength...not yet at any rate. Yami Yugi has asked me to reserach the cancer but I don't want to. It hurts enough as it is. All I can do is make sure my aibou knows that I love him. Ryou smiles at him yet I can tell that the smile is weaker. "Come on Yami," he says, indicating a chair with his hand. I sit beside him, interlacing one of my hands with his. He knows I don't eat. I ladle the spoon with the macaroni and cheese, feeding my hikari. He blushes a kuwaii shade of pink. "Yami....I'm not a baby."
"Yes you are." I fill the spoon again. Ryou rolls his eyes. It's hard to believe he.. No. I'm not going to get deppressed even more. Ryou told me he knew... I haven't asked how he knew. I don't want to know. It would probably make me mad at him. That he could keep something so important away from me. Ryou still participates in school and I enrolled to keep a close eye on him. The students as well as the teachers do treat Ryou differently, as if he was porcelain doll that would break should they touch him. Even his close friends have the same philosophy. I've told them time and time again that he isn't fragile but they refuse to believe me. I've learned that Ryou has secrets that he keeps from us all, even me. So he must be stronger than we realize to have to bear those memories.
(flashback: three days earlier)
Ryou's eyes were closed, the wind ruffling his white hair. He sighed, leaning closer to the trunk of the maple tree. A warm body slid behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. A bright, cheerful smile spread across his face as he turned his head to see Bakura. "Yami." Ryou snuggled deep into his yami's arms. Ryou gave a shudder as Bakura nipped delicately at his neck. "Yami...no." Tears flecked the brown eyes as he pushed the akutenshi from himself. Bakura's brows furrowed as he watched the retreating figure. All he wanted was to express his love for his aibou, just a kiss. Did Ryou expect something more?
(end of flashback)
What exactly has he hidden from me? What does he keep hidden? I pause in my feeding of my aibou. He seems to know what I want to discuss. If this was earlier, I would have just beaten the truth from him. I touch his cheek and as I expect, he flinches. "Aibou, wakarimasen. You always do this."
"Gomen n..nasai but....I can't." Tears... He swallows hard and I can see the pain. "Gomen Yami. I want to be with you that way.... I'm scared Yami," he whispers, eyes downcast. I tilt my head to the side. "You won't to know why...don't you?" I nod. "Its' because...."
**************
Kill me now. Get it over with. Sigh, I'm sorry for the evil cliffie but I'm sure you can guess what happened to Ryou.
THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! ^_^
Thanks glassneko! Lol, I've always thought Chibi was kid.
Thanks Shadowspirit for being such a huge supporter of my fics. Makes me so happy! (I think I thanked you in another fic..not sure....)