Lying is Easier Than the Truth
By: Ryojishi
Chapter 4



Note: Hello everyone, Ryojishi here! Previous occurrences have made me decide that I needed to change my "anime"-name. I was Izumi-sama, but that got old, so I invented a word depicted from some Japanese words that I thought represented me, twisted them around in an uncomfortable manner, and now I call myself Ryojishi! You may call me Ryojishi, Ryojishi-sama, whatever you'd like! ^_^ I'm so happy, today school was canceled so I have a lot of time to perfect my latest chapters for all of my readers: you! ^^ Well, here is Chapter 4 of Lying is Easier Than The Truth; I hope you enjoy it! And remember, Read&Review!! ^_^



A few days had past in the month of November, long and depressing, at least from Yugi's point of view. It was Thanksgiving Day, not that Yugi had anything to be thankful for at this time in his life. It was supposed to be a day of the gathering of family and friends, but not in Yugi's case. He was lost, trapped inside something that himself, Yugi, couldn't even explain. It was as if he was standing in the vastest place on Earth, screaming to the top of his lungs for someone's, anyone's attention.



Yugi tossed and turned on his bed. Feelings of confusion and loneliness are obviously trampling over him like and elephant stampede barging over anything in its path, wide and treacherous. "I'm so confused. What are these feelings I'm experiencing? Are they guilt, or self-pity, what? Who can I talk to now? The gang hasn't talked to me in the longest time, but then again, they lost someone also. I guess I'm not the only person who did. Maybe we should get together again and see what happens... No, no, no! I can't: they'll just ask me if I knew anything about Bakura's death. They know I would spill the beans. They know that I would tell them every little detail, every little hint he gave. Every expression, comment, argument, complaint, and tear he had ever drew from his very heart and soul. It would all be out in the open; information for anyone to snatch from me. It should be kept confidential. But if the real reason that Bakura had killed himself over wasn't so absurd, then I would of course tell. But under one circumstance: if I thought that Bakura wouldn't mind people knowing about it," Yugi stated to himself, "but I think he would care if people knew that it was over him being gay and his boyfriend didn't feel the same way. Was that even the reason why Bakura had committed suicide? Grr..." Yugi growled, "I hate being this clueless! I'm not sure if Bakura even caught the little hints that I tried to leave for him about me not liking him. I never thought about that... oh man, I really do not know what to think anymore." said Yugi.



/Yami? Yami, are you in the Puzzle? Where are you? Please come out.../



All of a sudden, Yami popped out of the darkness, appearing before Yugi. Yugi noticed that Yami looked impatient; also that Yami was holding his Duel Monsters deck.



//Sorry for the impatience Yugi, but I was in the middle of a duel with one of the pharaohs from Ancient Egypt. I teleported here as fast as I could. Now, what is the bother?//



Yugi glanced at Yami then let it all out.



/I feel like I have no one to talk to anymore. I feel alone, unwanted, unneeded. And, most of all, I feel guilty of Bakura's death. Do you think I should?/



//No, Yugi. You think what you want, but I really don't believe that you should think that. Not at all. You will found out everything very quickly, possibly tonight. I must be off.//



And with Yami's knowledge now in Yugi's mind, Yugi did what he was best at: he sat there, and thought, and thought, and thought, and thought some more.



*~Later That Thanksgiving Evening~*



"Yugi!! Yugi?! Are you awake?" shouted Grandpa from the dining room, which was all the way downstairs. This was the explanation for the ear blistering shouting.



Yugi was upstairs in his bedroom, sitting on his bed with no lights on. He obviously was in a very depressing state.



"Coming!" he shouted. As he stood up, he brushed his shirt off, then stepped on the rug at the side of his bed. Yugi walked over to the other side of his room; but before he could reach the door, he stepped on a sharp object of some sort, laying carelessly on the floor.



"Damnit!" shouted Yugi as he sat on the ground, holding his foot while trying to reach for a tissue or two from the counter which was behind him.



He almost fell over when his Grandpa, being nearly deaf, said, "Are you okay up there, Yugi?"



"Just fine, Grandpa!" said Yugi out loud. "Just fine..." he said under his breath while he applied pressure on his foot through the tissue. After a minute or two of holding the tissue in place, Yugi noticed that the bleeding had stopped so he stood up, scanned the floor for any other objects that could be painful, and began to trek his way through his bedroom. When he finally reached the door, he let out a deep sigh, then walked down the lengthy amount of stairs on the staircase in the Mutoh household.



*~After Thanksgiving Dinner*~




Yugi was laying down on his bed, eyes shut, but his mind was surely in the on position, indefinitely... minutes had past and Yugi drew more tired with every passing second.



When he finally fell asleep, he began to have a dream. But this time, the dream was like no other. This time, the dream was alive and physical. This time, the dream was real.



*~Yugi's Dream~*



"Yugi? Yugi? Yugi, it's me, Bakura! Wake up Yugi, please!" said Bakura, shaking the drowsy Yugi.



Yugi stirred around, moaning in discomfort, then finally realized who was standing in front of him: the one and only.



"Bakura? Is that really you? If so, please tell me why you did such a thing! I'm so angry at you, Bakura! But then again, I'm quite angry at myself also. What drove you to those extremities? Was it anything I did?" Yugi said. He wanted to know every little detail about Bakura before he, you know-ed, to himself.



Bakura flipped his silver hair out of his face before telling Yugi everything that he wanted to know, plus more.



"Oh Yugi, said Bakura, reaching for Yugi to wipe a streaming tear from Yugi's face, pale and youthful, "'Twas nothing that you had accomplished, dear Yugi. I did it simply because of what I, myself, had thought about my, and my life. I do know what you wanted to tell me though. About, you know, "us", but don't worry. I didn't commit suicide for that reason. Haha," laughed Bakura with a grin, "quite the contrary actually. I was thinking the same thing, because I was never like anyone had ever thought or assumed that I was. I was never gay. I was the type of person who had to try everything in life at least once; I even tried suicide, to see if there was really a such thing, and look what happened." Bakura declared, while swiping his hand through his arm. Obviously, it went right through.



"That's right Yugi, I'm a ghost. I need to tell you something, and I need you to pay attention very closely: Yugi, in my house, in my bedroom, underneath the chest at the foot of my bed, there is a broken floorboard. Slide the chest out of the way, and the first floorboard to the left where the chest sits is broken. Pick it up and deep down in there is my Millennium Item..." Bakura informed.



Yugi gave a slight gasp and stated, "The Millennium Ring..."



"Yes Yugi. I want you to have it. As long as you do, you can talk to me through your dreams like this. Goodbye Yugi." Bakura said, as he lastly faded into a shroud of mist and was never to be seen again, at least, for a while...



*~End of Dream~*



"I have to get that ring, right away!" he informed himself as he pulled on his shoes which were left on his bed side rug. He grabbed his Millennium Puzzle and placed it around his neck before exiting his bedroom. He kissed it and walked downstairs.



He crept quietly, not to wake up Grandpa. Yugi opened the front door and stepped outside. As he shut the door, he walked down the steps and faded into the darkness of the night.



"I knew you would do it, Yugi!" said Bakura proudly. He was floating above Yugi's head, following him through every footstep. He watched the young child as if it was a child of his own. Bakura knew he was lucky to have a best friend as such. He just wished he could see him, actually physically next time. If there was somehow, someway...



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Well, I hope you liked it! It's now 8:38 p.m. and I started to write this at around 5:00 p.m. Everyone, remember: please Read&Review!!! Sayonara! -_~