happens to Bakura at the end of Battle City anyway, so it doesn't matter.
Twy: But if you don't, he gets sent to the Shadow Realm by Yami. (Damn him.)
CA: My sentiments exactly.
Yami: Well, what would you have me do? He was wrecking havoc again.
Twy: Oh, that's a coward's excuse.
CA: I thought you liked him.
Twy: I do, but I like 'Kura, too.
CA: Ah.
Yami: I give up. I'm outta here.
CA: Well, once again, forgive the rambling, and this takes place after Bakura is already
gone. Mainly Ryou's musings. The song is "When You Come Back To Me Again" by
Garth Brooks. (Remember it from Frequency?)
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Ryou wandered aimlessly through the darkened rooms. The house seemed bigger
somehow, more empty. He knew why. For years it had been filled with the presence of
Bakura, and now that presence was just a faint memory. He knew why Yami had sent him
to the Shadow Realm, Bakura did intend to take all the Items and overrun the world, but
that didn't make him evil, did it? No, Bakura wasn't evil. Ryou knew that. He had seen
Bakura show mercy and kindness, like no other probably had.
There was the time that Ryou was sick and couldn't clean up Bakura's messes. Normally
he would've gotten beaten bloody, but Bakura waited until he was better. And it seemed
that he had taken it a little bit easier on him when he did. Or there was the time Ryou was
having trouble with a report for school and decided to give up on it and take a zero. The
next morning he found a report, neatly typed and in its clear cover, waiting for him. He
knew it was Bakura who did it, but how remains a mystery, since Bakura hated
technology and despised computers the most.
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No, Bakura wasn't evil. Time and circumstance had made him the way he was. Was.
Ryou almost broke down at that word. It was as if Bakura would never come back. The
sad truth is, Ryou thought, he probably won't. Others might have found it strange that,
even with all the beatings and the insults, Ryou missed Bakura. In truth, Bakura had been
his salvation all those years ago.
Ryou had just lost his mother. They all had been on a dig in a remote part of Egypt when
she was stung by a scorpion. They had rushed her as fast as they could to the nearest
town, but she was too far gone. She died not minutes later. Ryou had been holding her
hand when she looked at him and smiled. She then closed her eyes for the last time. His
father sent him back to England to stay for the remainder of the summer. A week later
after his arrival, he received the Millennium Ring, a gift his father said his mother had
picked out for him for him birthday, but he figured that Ryou needed it now.
When Bakura first came around and demanded to have control of Ryou's body, he let
him. Truthfully, if Bakura hadn't come Ryou would have taken his life, because his
mother was the only person in the world that understood him and didn't try to change him
like his father did. Ryou retreated to the sanctuary of the Ring as long as could, until
Bakura would force him out. It was usually only at the end of the day, so Ryou would just
climb in bed and sleep until morning when Bakura would come for control.
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Then, when Bakura figured out that he didn't need Ryou's body most of the time, he went
out on his own and left Ryou to tag along behind, being his slave. Ryou didn't mind most
of the time. It gave him something to do, some meaning in his life. Sure, he had friends,
but he didn't let them get too close. He didn't want to hurt them should something
happen, whether it be by his own doing or Bakura's. He seriously doubted the latter--
Bakura needed him, as much as the spirit hated to admit. On the other hand, it didn't
work vice versa. Without Ryou, Bakura would die, in a matter of speaking, but Ryou
didn't need Bakura to stay alive. Physically, anyhow.
Mentally, Ryou did need Bakura. And now, without him, Ryou was just barely hanging
on. The only reason he didn't end right then and there was for the tiny hope that Bakura
would return. That, and if did end it, he didn't think that his soul would go to the Shadow
Realm. No, he was too innocent for that, much to his chagrine. That was him; quiet,
innocent Ryou. He hated that. He hated himself. He wished he could be more like
Bakura; strong, dominant, and smart. Ryou went to Bakura's room and curled up on the
bed. Sometimes his yami had liked to sleep in the real world instead of his Soul Room.
His scent was still there. Bakura always smelled like cheap cologne. Ryou could almost
hear him now, complaining that he should've bought some fancy brand instead...
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Laying here, on Bakura's bed, Ryou let his thoughts stray to a place he never dared think
about unless he knew for sure that his other half was asleep or too drunk to care. It was
here that he would never let the thought truly form, just in case. But this time, he didn't
have to worry. No, not anymore. Ryou let it come this time.
It was the thought of Bakura, of what he must have been like before. Before he became a
yami, or a spirit, or even a tomb robber. Back when he was probably just a boy no older
than Ryou. What would he have been like? Probably nothing like me, Ryou thought
darkly. I wonder what he did for fun, or who his friends were. Did he have a love? Who
was it? Ryou knew that the thought of Bakura loving anyone was a stretch, but he
wondered it anyway.
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Ryou let himself drift off into a light sleep. His dreams were filled with everything of
Bakura-- his sound, his scent, the way he would look in certain light, the way he would
make up jokes about the 'Pharaoh'... And it was here, in his dreams, Ryou let himself
admit what he had always been to afraid to. He loved Bakura. With all his quiet, innocent
heart, he loved the bad-tempered former tomb robber.
If Ryou had been awake, he would have noticed the room fill with a bright light, emitting
from the Ring around his neck. The light grew brighter and brighter, until it vanished it a
flash. There, standing beside the bed, was Bakura. Sitting down beside the sleeping Ryou,
he gently ran his finger against his hikari's pale cheek.
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"Ryou," Bakura said softly. Chocolate eyes fluttered open, and looked towards him.
"Am I dreaming?" He whispered. Bakura shook his head. Ryou sat up and hugged him as
hard as he could. He let himself cry. "I thought I would never see you again."
"Shh, Ryou, it's okay. I'm here." Ryou hugged him for a few seconds longer before
hesitantly pulling away.
"How is that you are here? I thought you were gone forever."
"So did I. The Pharaoh did send me to the Shadow Realm. I thought I would spend
eternity there, until I heard your thoughts. All of a sudden I could see and hear what you
were thinking and dreaming. Then next thing I know, here I am. Of all your thoughts,
only one could have brought me back," Bakura explained.
"What was that?" Ryou asked, trying to keep his fear from showing. If Bakura knew...
"The one where you said you loved me," Bakura replied. Ryou started shaking and
cringing, as if he expected a beating. Bakura lifted his face up. "I'm not going to hurt you,
Ryou. I couldn't."
What happened next blew Ryou's mind. Bakura kissed him, gently, on the mouth. He just
sat there, too much in awe to respond, until Bakura started to pull away. Ryou recaptured
the space between them, pulling Bakura in deeper. Yes, Ryou thought, Bakura could love.
He could love him.
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CA: Ya know, all this sentimental-ness is giving a bad case of WAFF.
Twy: Why don't you write some dark fics?
CA: Hey, I didn't say that I hated the feeling!
Twy: You like it?
CA: Nah, not really, but I'm sick of being depressive.
Twy: You being depressed is scary.
Ryou: Ugh, la-la stuff...
Bakura: Can't you change the ending? Me being somewhat decent I can handle, but all
this fluff?
CA: Oh, shaddup and deal with it. I can make it worse.
Ryou & Bakura: Eep! R/R everyone before she tortures us even more!
Twy: Nice work.
CA: I thought so.