Kendra; See, I told you if you didn't kill me I'd post chapter two right
away!
Rath; *looking warily at Kendra* Why won't you let me read this chapter?
Kendra; *looks nervous* Uh. Look over there! *points*
Rath; *turns and looks* *pauses* She's gone isn't she.
Bakura & Ryou *watch Kendra running away*
Bakura; Yup.
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::If Only On This Day::
Chapter Two
:It Starts:
It's a feeling deep inside Something I try to hide That makes me act this way I don't have the courage to say Don't hold it against me I only want to be free
"Bakura," the voice was commanding and Bakura only responded slightly, by moving his head so that he could see who was talking to him. It was Yami. "What do you want, Pharaoh?" he asked acidically. "What did you do to Ryou?" "Hm? Do you mean recently?" "I meant about his attitude." "Didn't do anything about that." "He's blowing off his friends, not doing any extra curricular activities and he's not even writing poetry any more!" "And I have you to thank for it." "What?" Yami asked, stunned. Bakura nodded, "Yup, it happened that day after he talked to you after school. I never did thank you for that," Bakura smiled wickedly. "But I hope you're not waiting for my thanks, you're not getting it." Yami looked hard at Bakura, "What happened to him?"
Bakura actually sat up and looked at Yami, "All I know, is he's been a better bitch lately." "How can you do this to your hikari? You hurt him like this when you're supposed to be the one protecting him." "I am protecting him," Bakura said easily, "from a worse fate than me beating him. You can pamper your hikari all you want, but I'm going to help mine in the way that's going to prosper him in the long run. So if when they're all grown up, your hikari is better off than mine, then you can come and complain, maybe I'll listen then." "Fuck you Bakura, you don't understand. There's a whole other side of strength that Ryou's not experiencing with you beating him. Love, caring, and friendship. It's a whole spectrum of things to draw strength from. And you're depriving Ryou of all of that." Bakura glared at Yami, "You know nothing of what I do, or why I do it. Leave me alone." "If you insist, Bakura, but think on what I said, Ryou would be such a better person if you just let him open up." Looking at Yami with eyes that seemed to be hiding something behind brown-tinted glass Bakura said only one more thing, "And let him fall again?" Yami sighed and walked away.
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Ryou sat, as he had every day after school, on the steps to his house. It was odd, this balance that he had achieved, or so he thought. Just enough obedience to Bakura, but also, enough strength to prove to his yami that he'd taught him well. But Bakura wasn't admitting anything, everything that Ryou had tried wasn't working. But why is Bakura's opinion so important? Why does it matter to me that he think I'm strong? Ryou sighed, why is life always so hard? Ryou pressed him fingertips to his temple briefly as he leaned against the door. He breathed heavily through his nose once as he looked to the sky. "What is it that I'm feeling?" he whispered to himself.
"Every time I look at you And cannot give Cannot show Cannot be. I cry"
"That's not right," Ryou said with a sigh, he rubbed his head softly. "Why can't I do it right?" "Because you don't know what it's about," Ryou jerked his head up from his lap to look at Yami. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Do you know what that poem is about?" "Well, no..." Ryou said slowly "Do you want to?" "Yes, the poem's just not right..." "Here, come with me," Yami said, pulling Ryou to his feet. Ryou frowned but followed anyway, "Where are we going Yami?" he asked after a while, confused as to where Yami was taking him. "Well, I suppose this place is as good as any..." Yami muttered. "Yami?" Ryou asked. The dark spirit turned to him and suddenly Ryou felt uncomfortable, "I think I should be getting home..." he said slowly, taking a step backwards. "Don't leave yet," Yami said, grabbing Ryou's elbow, "the fun's just starting," he whispered as he pulled Ryou closer to him, switching his grip to Ryou's wrist. "Yami, stop it," Ryou said, trying to pull away by twisting his wrist, but Yami had a firm grip on him. "Tut-tut," Yami said waving a mocking finger in front of Ryou's face. "What do you want?" Ryou asked, struggling to pull himself free. "You," the dark spirit whispered as he yanked Ryou's wrist up, drawing the small boy flush against his body as his lips pressed against the young boy's lips. Shock froze the boy for a moment as a gasp emerged from his mouth, but was smothered by Yami's lips. The dark spirit's tongue entered the white haired boy's mouth, which woke Ryou's mind up enough for him to begin struggling again. Yanking roughly on his captive wrist as his other hand pushed on Yami's chest Ryou tried to pull his face away from Yami's. This felt so wrong, kissing Yami... and it wasn't just because they were both guys. Ryou gave one last heave on his right arm, yanking it out of Yami's hand. The dark spirit took a step back to steady himself then reached forward to grab Ryou back to him, but he was too late, the youth had already began to sprint down the street. Dammit, I wish I knew where I was... Ryou thought as he ran as fast as he could in the direction he thought was his home.
Yami only followed Ryou for a block or two, but the teen sprinted all the way to his house and by the time he got back he was panting heavily and his muscles were burning. "Ryou!" Bakura exclaimed from the doorway, "Where the hell have you been? And you better have a good excuse for not being here." Ryou can up to his yami and all her could do was pant, bent over at the waist in front of him. "I'm...sorry..." he panted. Bakura tilted his head to one side, "Why are you late?" "Yami...t-" "Oh, you were talking to Yami," Bakura said exasperated. "Well, not exactly..." Ryou said, recovering his breath he stood up. "Whatever, get inside, I've gotta teach you a lesson for being late." "But Yami-" Ryou protested as his yami dragged him inside. "What the hell do you keep babbling about Yami for?" "He's the reason I'm late! He took me to some Ra damned alley then molested me!" Bakura raised an eyebrow, "I'm really going to believe that, the Pharaoh molested you. You. Ha." "It's the truth," Ryou whispered. "Prove it," Bakura hissed. Ryou touched his wrist, which was slightly bloody from where Yami's nails had dug into his wrist, then held it forward to Bakura, "That's all the physical marks he left..." he whispered. Bakura glanced at Ryou's wrist then scoffed lightly, "It's only a couple scratches, you'll get over it." "But I won't get over letting you down," Ryou muttered to himself. "What was that?" Bakura asked. "Nothing," Ryou answered quickly. "Hmph, we'll see about that," Bakura muttered, advancing on Ryou.
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Bakura sat on the couch, watching TV while he half-listened to the rain pattering on the roof. Ryou sat slightly to the right of him, on the floor by his yami's feet. A fresh bandage encircled his head, blood colouring it slightly. Ryou yawned, trying to stifle it in his hand. His head touched against Bakura's knee and when no blow came Ryou leaned against his yami. The dark spirit felt his hikari slipping into sleep and his hand fell to the boy's head, fingers entwining themselves in the long strands of white hair. But Bakura didn't yank the boy awake by his hair, as he had several times before, he let his hikari's head rest on his knee while he slept, and kept his hand on the other's head. They stayed like this for several hours, Bakura, not really watching the TV but relishing in the contact with his hikari while the other was unaware of Bakura touching him. Ryou was sleeping peacefully, catching up on sleep missed from last night. Finally, it was a knock on the door that separated them, it startled Ryou awake and he stood to go answer it. Bakura watched his hikari go in silence. "Hello," Ryou said politely as he opened the door. "Hello," came the reply, Bakura couldn't see exactly who it was but had the feeling that it was one of the goodie-goodies. "Yes, Yami?" Ryou asked, almost coolly. "Can you come outside for a minute?" he asked. "No," Ryou replied firmly. "Can I come inside them?" "No," again, Bakura found is eyebrows raising, why was Ryou refusing to go with the Pharaoh?... "Come now Ryou, if you don't come out and don't let me in I'll have to do this in the doorway," Yami told the youth. "No, Yami," Ryou said, putting his hand on the door, as if he were going to close it. Bakura stood up and started walking towards the door. "You know you want to," cooed the Pharaoh and Bakura frowned again, he didn't like that tone. "I don't Yami, please, leave me alone." "But I can't, Ryou," Yami said plaintively, "you're just too delectable." That was too much for Bakura, he wanted to get rid of Yami and he knew just the way to do it. He came up behind his hikari, wrapped his arms tightly around the other's waist so their bodies were pressed flush then put his head on his hikari's shoulder, "Problem?" he asked his hikari. Ryou was quicker than Bakura thought, because instead of stiffening, which would have given the game away, he relaxed, put his free hand over one of Bakura's and set his head against the dark spirit's, "No, he was just leaving." Yami looked like a fish out of water, his mouth was moving but now sounds were emerging and his eyes were wide with shock. Ryou took this opportunity to close the door on him. Bakura pulled away from his hikari immediately, stalking back over to the couch, Ryou stood in the doorway to the living room, looking at his yami. Bakura sat again, "What are you waiting for? an invitation? Get over here." Ryou complied and he was soon seated at Bakura's feet again. Bakura kicked him after a moment, "That's for making me get off the couch." Ryou sighed quietly and turned his attention to the television.
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Authoress's Notes:
Kendra; *hiding in a box* Tah-dah! Chapter two finished.
Rath; *in a sweet tone* Kendra.
Kendra; *meekly* yeeees?
Rath; *yelling in an angry voice* I thought I told you to write it the way I told you too!!
Kendra; *laughs nervously* well, ya see.
Ryou; I didn't want to go out with Yami!
Kendra; *laughs nervously again* yeah. the chapter kind-of wrote itself.
Rath; *whining* but Yami's supposed to be the good-guy.
Bakura; I'm with Rath on this one, I don't want to be the antihero that you're most likely going to make me!
Kendra; *clears throat* yes, well, I swear it's not my fault.
Yugi; *pops in* it's all my fault. I wanted to muse some fluff.
Bakura; You're already musing fluff into Lonely Nights what more do you want??
Yugi; *looks evil* to take over all of Kendra's fics *laughs evilly*
Yami; *pops up in a similar manner as Yugi* *grabs Yugi by the ear* that's it, no more caffeine for you. *drags Yugi off*
Kendra; Now that that's over with, please R *is still fuming*
Yami; *reappears* Kendra, I've got a question.
Kendra; *winces* yeeees?
Yami; Why do I have to be evil?
Kendra; *slowly* Um. Because. Yugi wrote you that way. *nods and voice speeds up* Yeah. Yeah. Yugi mused you like that.
Yami; Yugi mused me like that?
Kendra; Of course, it could have been Seto.
Seto; Why do you hate me?!
Yami; *stalks off to go kill Seto*
Ryou; Anyways, Read and Review and all flames shall be used to set Bakura on fire.
Bakura; why you little *starts choking Ryou*
Ryou; *gasping for breath* And if anyone knows the cure for writer's block, we'd be very much obliged. Bakura, I can't breathe.
Bakura; That's the point.
Kendra; Will my muses ever stop trying to kill each other? Probably not. Will Rath ever forgive me and start musing the story again? Hopefully. Will I ever find the cure for writer's block? Not if Rath kills me first.
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Rath; *looking warily at Kendra* Why won't you let me read this chapter?
Kendra; *looks nervous* Uh. Look over there! *points*
Rath; *turns and looks* *pauses* She's gone isn't she.
Bakura & Ryou *watch Kendra running away*
Bakura; Yup.
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::If Only On This Day::
Chapter Two
:It Starts:
It's a feeling deep inside Something I try to hide That makes me act this way I don't have the courage to say Don't hold it against me I only want to be free
"Bakura," the voice was commanding and Bakura only responded slightly, by moving his head so that he could see who was talking to him. It was Yami. "What do you want, Pharaoh?" he asked acidically. "What did you do to Ryou?" "Hm? Do you mean recently?" "I meant about his attitude." "Didn't do anything about that." "He's blowing off his friends, not doing any extra curricular activities and he's not even writing poetry any more!" "And I have you to thank for it." "What?" Yami asked, stunned. Bakura nodded, "Yup, it happened that day after he talked to you after school. I never did thank you for that," Bakura smiled wickedly. "But I hope you're not waiting for my thanks, you're not getting it." Yami looked hard at Bakura, "What happened to him?"
Bakura actually sat up and looked at Yami, "All I know, is he's been a better bitch lately." "How can you do this to your hikari? You hurt him like this when you're supposed to be the one protecting him." "I am protecting him," Bakura said easily, "from a worse fate than me beating him. You can pamper your hikari all you want, but I'm going to help mine in the way that's going to prosper him in the long run. So if when they're all grown up, your hikari is better off than mine, then you can come and complain, maybe I'll listen then." "Fuck you Bakura, you don't understand. There's a whole other side of strength that Ryou's not experiencing with you beating him. Love, caring, and friendship. It's a whole spectrum of things to draw strength from. And you're depriving Ryou of all of that." Bakura glared at Yami, "You know nothing of what I do, or why I do it. Leave me alone." "If you insist, Bakura, but think on what I said, Ryou would be such a better person if you just let him open up." Looking at Yami with eyes that seemed to be hiding something behind brown-tinted glass Bakura said only one more thing, "And let him fall again?" Yami sighed and walked away.
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Ryou sat, as he had every day after school, on the steps to his house. It was odd, this balance that he had achieved, or so he thought. Just enough obedience to Bakura, but also, enough strength to prove to his yami that he'd taught him well. But Bakura wasn't admitting anything, everything that Ryou had tried wasn't working. But why is Bakura's opinion so important? Why does it matter to me that he think I'm strong? Ryou sighed, why is life always so hard? Ryou pressed him fingertips to his temple briefly as he leaned against the door. He breathed heavily through his nose once as he looked to the sky. "What is it that I'm feeling?" he whispered to himself.
"Every time I look at you And cannot give Cannot show Cannot be. I cry"
"That's not right," Ryou said with a sigh, he rubbed his head softly. "Why can't I do it right?" "Because you don't know what it's about," Ryou jerked his head up from his lap to look at Yami. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Do you know what that poem is about?" "Well, no..." Ryou said slowly "Do you want to?" "Yes, the poem's just not right..." "Here, come with me," Yami said, pulling Ryou to his feet. Ryou frowned but followed anyway, "Where are we going Yami?" he asked after a while, confused as to where Yami was taking him. "Well, I suppose this place is as good as any..." Yami muttered. "Yami?" Ryou asked. The dark spirit turned to him and suddenly Ryou felt uncomfortable, "I think I should be getting home..." he said slowly, taking a step backwards. "Don't leave yet," Yami said, grabbing Ryou's elbow, "the fun's just starting," he whispered as he pulled Ryou closer to him, switching his grip to Ryou's wrist. "Yami, stop it," Ryou said, trying to pull away by twisting his wrist, but Yami had a firm grip on him. "Tut-tut," Yami said waving a mocking finger in front of Ryou's face. "What do you want?" Ryou asked, struggling to pull himself free. "You," the dark spirit whispered as he yanked Ryou's wrist up, drawing the small boy flush against his body as his lips pressed against the young boy's lips. Shock froze the boy for a moment as a gasp emerged from his mouth, but was smothered by Yami's lips. The dark spirit's tongue entered the white haired boy's mouth, which woke Ryou's mind up enough for him to begin struggling again. Yanking roughly on his captive wrist as his other hand pushed on Yami's chest Ryou tried to pull his face away from Yami's. This felt so wrong, kissing Yami... and it wasn't just because they were both guys. Ryou gave one last heave on his right arm, yanking it out of Yami's hand. The dark spirit took a step back to steady himself then reached forward to grab Ryou back to him, but he was too late, the youth had already began to sprint down the street. Dammit, I wish I knew where I was... Ryou thought as he ran as fast as he could in the direction he thought was his home.
Yami only followed Ryou for a block or two, but the teen sprinted all the way to his house and by the time he got back he was panting heavily and his muscles were burning. "Ryou!" Bakura exclaimed from the doorway, "Where the hell have you been? And you better have a good excuse for not being here." Ryou can up to his yami and all her could do was pant, bent over at the waist in front of him. "I'm...sorry..." he panted. Bakura tilted his head to one side, "Why are you late?" "Yami...t-" "Oh, you were talking to Yami," Bakura said exasperated. "Well, not exactly..." Ryou said, recovering his breath he stood up. "Whatever, get inside, I've gotta teach you a lesson for being late." "But Yami-" Ryou protested as his yami dragged him inside. "What the hell do you keep babbling about Yami for?" "He's the reason I'm late! He took me to some Ra damned alley then molested me!" Bakura raised an eyebrow, "I'm really going to believe that, the Pharaoh molested you. You. Ha." "It's the truth," Ryou whispered. "Prove it," Bakura hissed. Ryou touched his wrist, which was slightly bloody from where Yami's nails had dug into his wrist, then held it forward to Bakura, "That's all the physical marks he left..." he whispered. Bakura glanced at Ryou's wrist then scoffed lightly, "It's only a couple scratches, you'll get over it." "But I won't get over letting you down," Ryou muttered to himself. "What was that?" Bakura asked. "Nothing," Ryou answered quickly. "Hmph, we'll see about that," Bakura muttered, advancing on Ryou.
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Bakura sat on the couch, watching TV while he half-listened to the rain pattering on the roof. Ryou sat slightly to the right of him, on the floor by his yami's feet. A fresh bandage encircled his head, blood colouring it slightly. Ryou yawned, trying to stifle it in his hand. His head touched against Bakura's knee and when no blow came Ryou leaned against his yami. The dark spirit felt his hikari slipping into sleep and his hand fell to the boy's head, fingers entwining themselves in the long strands of white hair. But Bakura didn't yank the boy awake by his hair, as he had several times before, he let his hikari's head rest on his knee while he slept, and kept his hand on the other's head. They stayed like this for several hours, Bakura, not really watching the TV but relishing in the contact with his hikari while the other was unaware of Bakura touching him. Ryou was sleeping peacefully, catching up on sleep missed from last night. Finally, it was a knock on the door that separated them, it startled Ryou awake and he stood to go answer it. Bakura watched his hikari go in silence. "Hello," Ryou said politely as he opened the door. "Hello," came the reply, Bakura couldn't see exactly who it was but had the feeling that it was one of the goodie-goodies. "Yes, Yami?" Ryou asked, almost coolly. "Can you come outside for a minute?" he asked. "No," Ryou replied firmly. "Can I come inside them?" "No," again, Bakura found is eyebrows raising, why was Ryou refusing to go with the Pharaoh?... "Come now Ryou, if you don't come out and don't let me in I'll have to do this in the doorway," Yami told the youth. "No, Yami," Ryou said, putting his hand on the door, as if he were going to close it. Bakura stood up and started walking towards the door. "You know you want to," cooed the Pharaoh and Bakura frowned again, he didn't like that tone. "I don't Yami, please, leave me alone." "But I can't, Ryou," Yami said plaintively, "you're just too delectable." That was too much for Bakura, he wanted to get rid of Yami and he knew just the way to do it. He came up behind his hikari, wrapped his arms tightly around the other's waist so their bodies were pressed flush then put his head on his hikari's shoulder, "Problem?" he asked his hikari. Ryou was quicker than Bakura thought, because instead of stiffening, which would have given the game away, he relaxed, put his free hand over one of Bakura's and set his head against the dark spirit's, "No, he was just leaving." Yami looked like a fish out of water, his mouth was moving but now sounds were emerging and his eyes were wide with shock. Ryou took this opportunity to close the door on him. Bakura pulled away from his hikari immediately, stalking back over to the couch, Ryou stood in the doorway to the living room, looking at his yami. Bakura sat again, "What are you waiting for? an invitation? Get over here." Ryou complied and he was soon seated at Bakura's feet again. Bakura kicked him after a moment, "That's for making me get off the couch." Ryou sighed quietly and turned his attention to the television.
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Authoress's Notes:
Kendra; *hiding in a box* Tah-dah! Chapter two finished.
Rath; *in a sweet tone* Kendra.
Kendra; *meekly* yeeees?
Rath; *yelling in an angry voice* I thought I told you to write it the way I told you too!!
Kendra; *laughs nervously* well, ya see.
Ryou; I didn't want to go out with Yami!
Kendra; *laughs nervously again* yeah. the chapter kind-of wrote itself.
Rath; *whining* but Yami's supposed to be the good-guy.
Bakura; I'm with Rath on this one, I don't want to be the antihero that you're most likely going to make me!
Kendra; *clears throat* yes, well, I swear it's not my fault.
Yugi; *pops in* it's all my fault. I wanted to muse some fluff.
Bakura; You're already musing fluff into Lonely Nights what more do you want??
Yugi; *looks evil* to take over all of Kendra's fics *laughs evilly*
Yami; *pops up in a similar manner as Yugi* *grabs Yugi by the ear* that's it, no more caffeine for you. *drags Yugi off*
Kendra; Now that that's over with, please R *is still fuming*
Yami; *reappears* Kendra, I've got a question.
Kendra; *winces* yeeees?
Yami; Why do I have to be evil?
Kendra; *slowly* Um. Because. Yugi wrote you that way. *nods and voice speeds up* Yeah. Yeah. Yugi mused you like that.
Yami; Yugi mused me like that?
Kendra; Of course, it could have been Seto.
Seto; Why do you hate me?!
Yami; *stalks off to go kill Seto*
Ryou; Anyways, Read and Review and all flames shall be used to set Bakura on fire.
Bakura; why you little *starts choking Ryou*
Ryou; *gasping for breath* And if anyone knows the cure for writer's block, we'd be very much obliged. Bakura, I can't breathe.
Bakura; That's the point.
Kendra; Will my muses ever stop trying to kill each other? Probably not. Will Rath ever forgive me and start musing the story again? Hopefully. Will I ever find the cure for writer's block? Not if Rath kills me first.
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