Hello!! Thanks for all the reviews! Wow!! I know my grammar and spelling are awful, please bare with me. Someday (if I ever get time) I'll get someone to edit this and I'll fix them. So Gomennasa once again! (Oh and forgive me if my Japanese is a bit off in this too!)
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Here Is Gone
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Yugi sat on the couch of the living room, absently watching TV. Ryou hadn't come out of the bedroom all day, just sat there, playing his guitar and making notes on a few scraps of paper. He'd shown up on the doorstep the night before at about 4 am a total mess: soaked to the bone from rain, eyes red from crying and shaking like a leaf. Of course he didn't turn him away, he put an arm around the white haired boys waist and lead him inside and up to his room. He made sure Ryou had gotten out of his wet clothes and dried off before making lay down in his bed. Yugi had planned to just sleep on the couch, but Ryou had started to sobbed and Yugi didn't dare leave him alone in so much pain. So he climbed in beside the shaking boy and wrapped his arms around him, telling him gently that it was okay, he didn't have to worry now, he was safe.
Ryou didn't have to explain what had happened, Yugi could guess pretty well from the random incoherent phrases that escaped the youths lips. Apparently he and his yami had fought about something and Ryou had had enough and left. He was now uncertain what to do. Yugi told him to just sleep for now and they would talk about it tomorrow. That was it, the white haired boy curled up in Yugi's arms and drifted off.
Yugi had already decided to let Ryou stay as long as he liked. Though, it made Yugi feel sort of selfish that he wanted to keep Ryou all to himself. He loved Ryou, he had since the first time he set eyes on the white haired boy when he walked into their class. No, the decision had to be Ryou's, no one else's.
"Keeping him here isn't a good idea." A voice told Yugi, Yugi looked up to see Yami standing there. "This is between Ryou and his yami, you shouldn't interfere."
"I'm not interfering." Yugi sighed, "I'm just helping out a friend how happened to need a place to stay."
"It's no mystery you like him." Yami said, crossing his arms. "You've told me so."
"I know, but, just let him get his bearings okay? Why are you so snappy anyway?"
Yami sighed and his face seemed sad, Yugi watched him expectantly. "No reason, just… forget it."
Yugi sighed within himself in disappointment, then shrugged. "Whatever. Oh by the way, have you seen the package Kali gave me last night?" Yami's face went dark with disgust.
"You left it upstairs in the dresser drawer."
"Thanks." Yugi stood up. Then he heard footsteps on the stairs, both Yami and Yugi looked up, Ryou was coming down, a bunch of papers in his hand. "How are you feeling, Ryou-chan?"
"Better." The white haired boy answered with a slight smile, approaching Yugi. "Thanks for letting me stay."
"It's not a problem, you know your welcome here anytime."
"Domo Arigatou, Yugi." Ryou smiled and hugged his friend. Yugi felt his heart flutter and wrapped his arms around the boy.
"Douitashimashite, Ryou."
"Oh, by the way," Ryou said, stepping away. "You said we needed a new song to perform tonight. Here I have one." Held out the papers to Yugi. Yugi took them and looked them over.
"It seems easy enough." Yugi said looking at the chords and shaping them with his fingers "I could strum this easily. Malik may flinch at these riffs but I'm sure he can pluck them out on his lead guitar. You have a talent for guitar, you should play on stage"
Ryou just smiled, "No, I sing, you know that."
"Are there words to this?" Yugi asked. Ryou hesitated then nodded, he took a piece of folded paper from his pocket. "Just made them up?"
"Right off the top of my head." Ryou said, putting the paper back, "Pure thought, no double checking or looking back and fixing them, just straight thoughts. You better call the rest of the band so we can practice it before the show, and before I lose the will to sing it."
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Yami Bakura looked at his watch, he was almost right on time, 10 pm. They should start to play at any minute. He walked up to the club door, the bouncer looked him over then let him pass without a word. That was good because chances are if he didn't let him in Bakura would have kicked his ass ten ways from Tuesday.
Night clubs had always fascinated Bakura, this one was no exception. Tables were set up along the edge of the dance floor. At the end of the small club was a stage area and along the opposite end was the bar. He liked the darkness and neon spot lights. He glanced around, up on the stage the band was just finishing up a sound check. Joey tapped his cymbals a few times till he got the feel for they and Yugi was standing next to an amplifier, tuning up his guitar. Mai was doing the same to her bass guitar. He scanned the place but couldn't find Ryou. His eyes fell on Malik who was off to the side, looking at a piece of paper and absorbed in plucking out something complex on his lead guitar. The Egyptian raised his head and caught sight of Bakura and gave him a nodded. "Ryou?" Bakura mouthed to him, Malik looked around, then pointed towards a table in the shadow of the stage. Bakura gave a quick nod of thanks. There he was, sitting at the booth with The Pharaoh, Isis, Tristan and Tea.
Bakura sat down at a table relatively off to the side, then he got the sensation someone was watching him. Glancing up, he saw that Yami Yugi had noticed his arrival. The ancient gave him a curious look then leaned toward Ryou and whispered something to him. Ryou glanced at Bakura, the youth's eyes became dark and angry. Bakura felt himself shudder under the cold gaze.
Ryou stood up and walked to the stage, jumping up on to the platform, his face still fixed in some type of a cold emotion Bakura couldn't place. Ryou grabbed a microphone and looked intent on setting it up while Malik finally got up and stood at his own microphone.
"Good evening… again." The sandy haired boy said into the microphone, adjusting his guitar strap like the all the attention suddenly fixed on his didn't even phase him. Well that was Malik for you. "As if you didn't already know, we're the band Stardust Goddess, don't ask how we got the name, I'm not sure myself. In any case, I suppose you can consider me your MC, because no one else up here has the courage to speak to a crowd." This earned more then a few giggles from the audience and a few glares from his fellow band members; even Yami seemed amused by the comment. Malik shrugged and smiled, "Okay, so I may as well introduce us. Over there on rhythm guitar is Yugi Moto," Yugi waved, there was a round of applause and a few cheers. "And our stunningly beautiful bassist is Mai Valentine." Mai smiled sweetly and winked, there was clapping and a few cat calls, which seemed to please her. "Over on drums is Joey Wheeler." Joey held up his arms as if he had just won a marathon. Bakura rolled his eyes, but none the less, more then a few girls cheered their delight. "And our angel-voiced singer-songwriter is Ryou Bakura." Girls started cheering again, and Bakura felt somewhat jealous. "And me? I'm lead guitarist Malik Ishtar." More girls. "Hey I'm adored!" Malik beamed. Girls started screaming with joy at his acknowledgement, Malik let his eyes fall on the corner table where the rest of the group sat, "Sorry girls, I already see the one I'm taking home tonight. Sitting right there with the black hair and blue eyes, Gods is she a looker." Yami Yugi, Tristan and Tea cracked up laughing, Isis looked like she was ready to die. Bakura had to crack a smile. "Sorry I couldn't resist Isis. Well on with the show, I suppose."
Everyone on stage got ready to play, Ryou stepped up to his microphone and adjusted it. "This song was just written today by our Ryou," Malik acknowledge, "This is our first time playing it on stage, but it'll probably turn out pretty well. They say the first time you play a song, it plays pure emotion, we'll just have to hope that this is going to be one of those songs."
The lights went down and the flashing spot lights of the stage took over. A melody started to play out, underlined with a smooth bass line, the melody was familiar to Bakura then he placed it, it was the one Ryou had been picking out the night before. Ryou stepped up to the mike and the lights fell on him, his eyes were closed and his body relaxed, an angel drenched in blue light. Everything had fallen into another world, Ryou's world, this was his song, his music. Here, he was in control and he could say whatever he wanted. His lips opened and the voice that came out was nothing like Bakura had ever heard before:
"You and I got something
but it's all and then it's nothing to me… yeah"
Ryou's voice was steady, musical, like he was born to sing, or was it even Ryou at all? This voice was clear and honest, emotional. There was meaning in the words:
"And I got my defences
when it comes to your intentions for me… yeah…
And we wake up in the breakdown
of the things we never thought we could be… yeah.
I'm not the one who broke you,
I'm not the one you should fear.
What've you got to move you darling?
I thought I lost you somewhere
but you were never really ever there at all…
And I want to get free.
Talk to me;
I can feel you falling…
I wanted to be,
all you need.
Somehow here is gone…"
In a sudden flash, Bakura understood; the song was about him. Everything Ryou had said the night before, everything he felt was coming out for the first time. Everything he wanted to tell the world, tell him, it was coming out. Get free… the words rung in Bakura's mind like he had been slapped in the face, that was what Ryou wanted? To be free of him? He fixed his eyes on the silver angel at the microphone again. The boy's hands came up to the black metal and he held it close to his lips. The lights flashed and a new set of words started to fall like icy tear drops from the boys lips. Pain, hurt and anger so apparent.
"I have no solution
to the sound of this pollution in me… yeah…"
Ryou turned his head, and looked at the fiend sitting dumfounded in the corner. This was Ryou's world, here he had nothing to fear and nothing to lose, music did that to him. It was his song, right from the depths of his provisional rage. His eyes locked and narrowed on his darkers.
"And I was not the answer
so forget you ever thought it was me… yeah…"
I'm not the one who broke you,
I'm not the one you should fear.
What've you got to move you darling?
I thought I lost you somewhere
but you were never really ever there at all…
Bakura could feel his breath be stripped from his lungs under the gaze and the words directed right at him. Ryou broke the connection and turned back to his microphone, the words becoming much more forceful now, a depressed fury, the boy was running on pure emotion, that was clear.
"And I _want_ to get free.
_Talk_ to me;
I can feel you falling…
I _wanted_ to be,
all you need.
Somehow here is gone… …"
Suddenly a new fury came out of Ryou, his arms spread open in a dramatic gesture, his eyes caught the light and sparkled with jaded tears.
"And I don't _need_ the fall out
Of all the past that's here between us…
And I'm not _holding_ on.
And all your _lies_ weren't enough to keep,
Me _here_…
And I _want_ to get free.
_Talk_ to me;
I can feel you falling…
I _wanted_ to be,
all you need.
But somehow here is gone…"
The boy's eyes fell on him again, so sad and miserable, but his voice strong and set. He retched his right hand out towards his dark double, pleading, asking for an answer, for release. That's what this song was, a plea.
"And I want to get free.
Talk to me;
I can feel you falling…
I know it's out there,
I know it's out there.
I can feel you falling…
I know it's out there,
I know it's out there.
Somehow here is gone…"
His voice trailed and so did the music. Ryou's arm dropped down to his side. It seemed like they were the only two people in the room, staring at each other. One was waiting for a reaction, the other was simply overwhelmed. It was Bakura turn to break the gaze in anger. He narrowed his eyes, whenever he was in doubt, he just let his dark nature take over. Stubborn pride, Ryou had called it, well whatever it was it refused to let him become a victim of this. He pushed himself away from the table and stood up, turning to the door. If the boy wanted to be free, so be it, he'd be gone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, "Yami," the tender voice said. Bakura spun around, his thoughts swarmed looking at the boy, he swallowed.
"Is that what you feel?" he hissed, biting back tears and putting indignation forward instead. "Was that the truth what you said up there?"
Ryou drew back and bit his lip, "Yes, I suppose it was."
Bakura glared and nodded slowly, not taking his eyes from the boy. He reached out as if to take hold of Ryou's neck and choke him. "Fine then," he hissed, "If that's how you want it." Ryou closed his eyes tightly, preparing for an impact or something along that line, but what he felt scarred him even worst. He felt a heavy brush against his chest then a sharp tug at his neck and a snap on the skin at the nap of his neck. He eyes flashed open, there was Bakura, standing there, looking at the metal object in his hand. He dropped the ring to the floor and it made a dark silvery noise as it clattered to the ground, it leather string broken in two. "Then your free."
By now the two had gather a lot of attention. Yami Yugi had risen from the table in pure shock at what had just occurred. A yami breaking his tie with his hikari?
"What the hell?" Joey gasped.
"Oh Lord." Mai muttered.
"What's going on?" Malik cursed, "The song was about Yami Bakura?"
Yugi looked shocked and pale. "Yeah, yeah it was." He was said hurriedly, trying to get off his guitar.
"Blessed Maat." Isis said shaking her head.
"Ryou!" Yugi called, jumping of the stage.
"Yugi!" Yami, said, putting an arm in front of the boy. "No. Give them a minute now the love of Ra!"
The two white haired boy stared at each other a minute, oblivious to everything going on around them. Ryou's hand went up to his throat where the ring used to hang, then looked at the metal object, lying dejectedly on the floor. "Your everything to me, Ryou… my hikari." Ryou looked up at the darker version of himself. "You mean the world to me, but if that's what you want, you can have your freedom, and I'll never bother you again." Bakura eyes glared, but his voice was soft and forlorn, no one else but the two of them could hear what he had said. Without another word, he walked out the door. Ryou starred in pure shock.
Yugi pushed Yami's hand away and ran to Ryou, Malik wasn't far behind. Yugi put his arms about Ryou's shoulder. "Ryou? Ryou, are you okay?" Ryou simple stared at the door and nodded vaguely in complete shock. Malik put a hand comfortingly on Ryou's shoulder but Ryou didn't acknowledge him, he just dropped his gaze to the ring on the floor. Malik looked at Yugi.
"I'll go try to talk to Yami Bakura." he said, Yugi nodded and Malik took off after Bakura.
By now, the rest of the group had gathered around Ryou. Yami picked the ring up off the floor. "I think we've had enough for tonight, maybe it's best we go home." he said, looking at the abandoned necklace in his hand. The rest of the group nodded in agreement.
"I have my car here, I can drive you, Yugi and Ryou back to your house." Isis offered, "So it's not so crowded."
"Thank you, Isis." Yami nodded.
"Come on, Ryou." Yugi said gently, "We're going back to my house."
"Huh?" Ryou shook himself out of his thoughts, he was still in disbelief, he was freed from the ring, his yami was gone… and his yami said he was what? He was confused all over again. "Oh yeah. Okay." he finally said softly. He wanted to sleep, get his head straight, he wasn't sure what he should feel. He should be happy to be free, but he wasn't, should be enraged, but he had no anger in him. Nothing, he felt nothing, only a dull ache in the bottom of his soul… what had he done?
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Ryou: NO!! This isn't what I wanted at all!
LYB: It was an accident, little one, we all make mistakes. Bakura's just stubborn and can't admit when he's wrong.
Ryou: *sobs* he broke the ring…
LYB: There, there. Things will get better, besides you get the next chapter all to yourself for the most part.
Ryou: Really?
LYB: Promise.
Ryou: ^_^ okay!
LYB: Any way, I'm sorry if Malik and Isis were way out of character, I only know what I'm told. Please Read and Review if you want this to continue!!
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Here Is Gone
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Yugi sat on the couch of the living room, absently watching TV. Ryou hadn't come out of the bedroom all day, just sat there, playing his guitar and making notes on a few scraps of paper. He'd shown up on the doorstep the night before at about 4 am a total mess: soaked to the bone from rain, eyes red from crying and shaking like a leaf. Of course he didn't turn him away, he put an arm around the white haired boys waist and lead him inside and up to his room. He made sure Ryou had gotten out of his wet clothes and dried off before making lay down in his bed. Yugi had planned to just sleep on the couch, but Ryou had started to sobbed and Yugi didn't dare leave him alone in so much pain. So he climbed in beside the shaking boy and wrapped his arms around him, telling him gently that it was okay, he didn't have to worry now, he was safe.
Ryou didn't have to explain what had happened, Yugi could guess pretty well from the random incoherent phrases that escaped the youths lips. Apparently he and his yami had fought about something and Ryou had had enough and left. He was now uncertain what to do. Yugi told him to just sleep for now and they would talk about it tomorrow. That was it, the white haired boy curled up in Yugi's arms and drifted off.
Yugi had already decided to let Ryou stay as long as he liked. Though, it made Yugi feel sort of selfish that he wanted to keep Ryou all to himself. He loved Ryou, he had since the first time he set eyes on the white haired boy when he walked into their class. No, the decision had to be Ryou's, no one else's.
"Keeping him here isn't a good idea." A voice told Yugi, Yugi looked up to see Yami standing there. "This is between Ryou and his yami, you shouldn't interfere."
"I'm not interfering." Yugi sighed, "I'm just helping out a friend how happened to need a place to stay."
"It's no mystery you like him." Yami said, crossing his arms. "You've told me so."
"I know, but, just let him get his bearings okay? Why are you so snappy anyway?"
Yami sighed and his face seemed sad, Yugi watched him expectantly. "No reason, just… forget it."
Yugi sighed within himself in disappointment, then shrugged. "Whatever. Oh by the way, have you seen the package Kali gave me last night?" Yami's face went dark with disgust.
"You left it upstairs in the dresser drawer."
"Thanks." Yugi stood up. Then he heard footsteps on the stairs, both Yami and Yugi looked up, Ryou was coming down, a bunch of papers in his hand. "How are you feeling, Ryou-chan?"
"Better." The white haired boy answered with a slight smile, approaching Yugi. "Thanks for letting me stay."
"It's not a problem, you know your welcome here anytime."
"Domo Arigatou, Yugi." Ryou smiled and hugged his friend. Yugi felt his heart flutter and wrapped his arms around the boy.
"Douitashimashite, Ryou."
"Oh, by the way," Ryou said, stepping away. "You said we needed a new song to perform tonight. Here I have one." Held out the papers to Yugi. Yugi took them and looked them over.
"It seems easy enough." Yugi said looking at the chords and shaping them with his fingers "I could strum this easily. Malik may flinch at these riffs but I'm sure he can pluck them out on his lead guitar. You have a talent for guitar, you should play on stage"
Ryou just smiled, "No, I sing, you know that."
"Are there words to this?" Yugi asked. Ryou hesitated then nodded, he took a piece of folded paper from his pocket. "Just made them up?"
"Right off the top of my head." Ryou said, putting the paper back, "Pure thought, no double checking or looking back and fixing them, just straight thoughts. You better call the rest of the band so we can practice it before the show, and before I lose the will to sing it."
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Yami Bakura looked at his watch, he was almost right on time, 10 pm. They should start to play at any minute. He walked up to the club door, the bouncer looked him over then let him pass without a word. That was good because chances are if he didn't let him in Bakura would have kicked his ass ten ways from Tuesday.
Night clubs had always fascinated Bakura, this one was no exception. Tables were set up along the edge of the dance floor. At the end of the small club was a stage area and along the opposite end was the bar. He liked the darkness and neon spot lights. He glanced around, up on the stage the band was just finishing up a sound check. Joey tapped his cymbals a few times till he got the feel for they and Yugi was standing next to an amplifier, tuning up his guitar. Mai was doing the same to her bass guitar. He scanned the place but couldn't find Ryou. His eyes fell on Malik who was off to the side, looking at a piece of paper and absorbed in plucking out something complex on his lead guitar. The Egyptian raised his head and caught sight of Bakura and gave him a nodded. "Ryou?" Bakura mouthed to him, Malik looked around, then pointed towards a table in the shadow of the stage. Bakura gave a quick nod of thanks. There he was, sitting at the booth with The Pharaoh, Isis, Tristan and Tea.
Bakura sat down at a table relatively off to the side, then he got the sensation someone was watching him. Glancing up, he saw that Yami Yugi had noticed his arrival. The ancient gave him a curious look then leaned toward Ryou and whispered something to him. Ryou glanced at Bakura, the youth's eyes became dark and angry. Bakura felt himself shudder under the cold gaze.
Ryou stood up and walked to the stage, jumping up on to the platform, his face still fixed in some type of a cold emotion Bakura couldn't place. Ryou grabbed a microphone and looked intent on setting it up while Malik finally got up and stood at his own microphone.
"Good evening… again." The sandy haired boy said into the microphone, adjusting his guitar strap like the all the attention suddenly fixed on his didn't even phase him. Well that was Malik for you. "As if you didn't already know, we're the band Stardust Goddess, don't ask how we got the name, I'm not sure myself. In any case, I suppose you can consider me your MC, because no one else up here has the courage to speak to a crowd." This earned more then a few giggles from the audience and a few glares from his fellow band members; even Yami seemed amused by the comment. Malik shrugged and smiled, "Okay, so I may as well introduce us. Over there on rhythm guitar is Yugi Moto," Yugi waved, there was a round of applause and a few cheers. "And our stunningly beautiful bassist is Mai Valentine." Mai smiled sweetly and winked, there was clapping and a few cat calls, which seemed to please her. "Over on drums is Joey Wheeler." Joey held up his arms as if he had just won a marathon. Bakura rolled his eyes, but none the less, more then a few girls cheered their delight. "And our angel-voiced singer-songwriter is Ryou Bakura." Girls started cheering again, and Bakura felt somewhat jealous. "And me? I'm lead guitarist Malik Ishtar." More girls. "Hey I'm adored!" Malik beamed. Girls started screaming with joy at his acknowledgement, Malik let his eyes fall on the corner table where the rest of the group sat, "Sorry girls, I already see the one I'm taking home tonight. Sitting right there with the black hair and blue eyes, Gods is she a looker." Yami Yugi, Tristan and Tea cracked up laughing, Isis looked like she was ready to die. Bakura had to crack a smile. "Sorry I couldn't resist Isis. Well on with the show, I suppose."
Everyone on stage got ready to play, Ryou stepped up to his microphone and adjusted it. "This song was just written today by our Ryou," Malik acknowledge, "This is our first time playing it on stage, but it'll probably turn out pretty well. They say the first time you play a song, it plays pure emotion, we'll just have to hope that this is going to be one of those songs."
The lights went down and the flashing spot lights of the stage took over. A melody started to play out, underlined with a smooth bass line, the melody was familiar to Bakura then he placed it, it was the one Ryou had been picking out the night before. Ryou stepped up to the mike and the lights fell on him, his eyes were closed and his body relaxed, an angel drenched in blue light. Everything had fallen into another world, Ryou's world, this was his song, his music. Here, he was in control and he could say whatever he wanted. His lips opened and the voice that came out was nothing like Bakura had ever heard before:
"You and I got something
but it's all and then it's nothing to me… yeah"
Ryou's voice was steady, musical, like he was born to sing, or was it even Ryou at all? This voice was clear and honest, emotional. There was meaning in the words:
"And I got my defences
when it comes to your intentions for me… yeah…
And we wake up in the breakdown
of the things we never thought we could be… yeah.
I'm not the one who broke you,
I'm not the one you should fear.
What've you got to move you darling?
I thought I lost you somewhere
but you were never really ever there at all…
And I want to get free.
Talk to me;
I can feel you falling…
I wanted to be,
all you need.
Somehow here is gone…"
In a sudden flash, Bakura understood; the song was about him. Everything Ryou had said the night before, everything he felt was coming out for the first time. Everything he wanted to tell the world, tell him, it was coming out. Get free… the words rung in Bakura's mind like he had been slapped in the face, that was what Ryou wanted? To be free of him? He fixed his eyes on the silver angel at the microphone again. The boy's hands came up to the black metal and he held it close to his lips. The lights flashed and a new set of words started to fall like icy tear drops from the boys lips. Pain, hurt and anger so apparent.
"I have no solution
to the sound of this pollution in me… yeah…"
Ryou turned his head, and looked at the fiend sitting dumfounded in the corner. This was Ryou's world, here he had nothing to fear and nothing to lose, music did that to him. It was his song, right from the depths of his provisional rage. His eyes locked and narrowed on his darkers.
"And I was not the answer
so forget you ever thought it was me… yeah…"
I'm not the one who broke you,
I'm not the one you should fear.
What've you got to move you darling?
I thought I lost you somewhere
but you were never really ever there at all…
Bakura could feel his breath be stripped from his lungs under the gaze and the words directed right at him. Ryou broke the connection and turned back to his microphone, the words becoming much more forceful now, a depressed fury, the boy was running on pure emotion, that was clear.
"And I _want_ to get free.
_Talk_ to me;
I can feel you falling…
I _wanted_ to be,
all you need.
Somehow here is gone… …"
Suddenly a new fury came out of Ryou, his arms spread open in a dramatic gesture, his eyes caught the light and sparkled with jaded tears.
"And I don't _need_ the fall out
Of all the past that's here between us…
And I'm not _holding_ on.
And all your _lies_ weren't enough to keep,
Me _here_…
And I _want_ to get free.
_Talk_ to me;
I can feel you falling…
I _wanted_ to be,
all you need.
But somehow here is gone…"
The boy's eyes fell on him again, so sad and miserable, but his voice strong and set. He retched his right hand out towards his dark double, pleading, asking for an answer, for release. That's what this song was, a plea.
"And I want to get free.
Talk to me;
I can feel you falling…
I know it's out there,
I know it's out there.
I can feel you falling…
I know it's out there,
I know it's out there.
Somehow here is gone…"
His voice trailed and so did the music. Ryou's arm dropped down to his side. It seemed like they were the only two people in the room, staring at each other. One was waiting for a reaction, the other was simply overwhelmed. It was Bakura turn to break the gaze in anger. He narrowed his eyes, whenever he was in doubt, he just let his dark nature take over. Stubborn pride, Ryou had called it, well whatever it was it refused to let him become a victim of this. He pushed himself away from the table and stood up, turning to the door. If the boy wanted to be free, so be it, he'd be gone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, "Yami," the tender voice said. Bakura spun around, his thoughts swarmed looking at the boy, he swallowed.
"Is that what you feel?" he hissed, biting back tears and putting indignation forward instead. "Was that the truth what you said up there?"
Ryou drew back and bit his lip, "Yes, I suppose it was."
Bakura glared and nodded slowly, not taking his eyes from the boy. He reached out as if to take hold of Ryou's neck and choke him. "Fine then," he hissed, "If that's how you want it." Ryou closed his eyes tightly, preparing for an impact or something along that line, but what he felt scarred him even worst. He felt a heavy brush against his chest then a sharp tug at his neck and a snap on the skin at the nap of his neck. He eyes flashed open, there was Bakura, standing there, looking at the metal object in his hand. He dropped the ring to the floor and it made a dark silvery noise as it clattered to the ground, it leather string broken in two. "Then your free."
By now the two had gather a lot of attention. Yami Yugi had risen from the table in pure shock at what had just occurred. A yami breaking his tie with his hikari?
"What the hell?" Joey gasped.
"Oh Lord." Mai muttered.
"What's going on?" Malik cursed, "The song was about Yami Bakura?"
Yugi looked shocked and pale. "Yeah, yeah it was." He was said hurriedly, trying to get off his guitar.
"Blessed Maat." Isis said shaking her head.
"Ryou!" Yugi called, jumping of the stage.
"Yugi!" Yami, said, putting an arm in front of the boy. "No. Give them a minute now the love of Ra!"
The two white haired boy stared at each other a minute, oblivious to everything going on around them. Ryou's hand went up to his throat where the ring used to hang, then looked at the metal object, lying dejectedly on the floor. "Your everything to me, Ryou… my hikari." Ryou looked up at the darker version of himself. "You mean the world to me, but if that's what you want, you can have your freedom, and I'll never bother you again." Bakura eyes glared, but his voice was soft and forlorn, no one else but the two of them could hear what he had said. Without another word, he walked out the door. Ryou starred in pure shock.
Yugi pushed Yami's hand away and ran to Ryou, Malik wasn't far behind. Yugi put his arms about Ryou's shoulder. "Ryou? Ryou, are you okay?" Ryou simple stared at the door and nodded vaguely in complete shock. Malik put a hand comfortingly on Ryou's shoulder but Ryou didn't acknowledge him, he just dropped his gaze to the ring on the floor. Malik looked at Yugi.
"I'll go try to talk to Yami Bakura." he said, Yugi nodded and Malik took off after Bakura.
By now, the rest of the group had gathered around Ryou. Yami picked the ring up off the floor. "I think we've had enough for tonight, maybe it's best we go home." he said, looking at the abandoned necklace in his hand. The rest of the group nodded in agreement.
"I have my car here, I can drive you, Yugi and Ryou back to your house." Isis offered, "So it's not so crowded."
"Thank you, Isis." Yami nodded.
"Come on, Ryou." Yugi said gently, "We're going back to my house."
"Huh?" Ryou shook himself out of his thoughts, he was still in disbelief, he was freed from the ring, his yami was gone… and his yami said he was what? He was confused all over again. "Oh yeah. Okay." he finally said softly. He wanted to sleep, get his head straight, he wasn't sure what he should feel. He should be happy to be free, but he wasn't, should be enraged, but he had no anger in him. Nothing, he felt nothing, only a dull ache in the bottom of his soul… what had he done?
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Ryou: NO!! This isn't what I wanted at all!
LYB: It was an accident, little one, we all make mistakes. Bakura's just stubborn and can't admit when he's wrong.
Ryou: *sobs* he broke the ring…
LYB: There, there. Things will get better, besides you get the next chapter all to yourself for the most part.
Ryou: Really?
LYB: Promise.
Ryou: ^_^ okay!
LYB: Any way, I'm sorry if Malik and Isis were way out of character, I only know what I'm told. Please Read and Review if you want this to continue!!