Yay!!! A semi-happy chapter!! And no, I won't let my beautiful Ryou die!! NO!!! Sorry this took so long, I hand wrote it first and re-typing things annoys me easily. Oh yeah and we're still assuming in this world, the Goo goo Dolls never wrote any songs.
Bakura: This is happy? What will happen?
LYB: You're my inspiration… what do you want?
Bakura: I want to know what the hell is going through that boy's mind!!!
LYB: *snaps fingers* Done!
*Lyric's Ryou is singing*
/thoughts/
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Sympathy
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Blood welled up around the glass where Ryou had pressed it to his skin, but couldn't bring himself to make a cut across his wrist. He couldn't finish this thing. The cut on his wrist stung. He could never remember this self-destruction as being painful before. The last time he'd done this it wasn't painful at all, it was soothing. Why did it disturb him now? Why couldn't he finish what he started? Something held him here in reality, away from the dark peacefulness of the unknown. It reminded him of the poem "Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath: "My right foot
a paperweight
...like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is number three...
These are my hands, My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
to last it out and not come back at all."
He seemed to pause in his own mind. For the first time as he stood on the edge, something whispered 'don't jump.' He thought no one understood or cared the first time he assigned himself to die, if he thought the same thing now, why couldn't he write his name on the list of those to be forgotten. What had changed since last time? A revelation dawned on him like a cool touch of evening air: his yami had changed. The words of the dark, light-haired spirit came back to him: "Can I offer you my sympathy?" Ryou felt his heart break again. This was his new choice: was he just being foolish about this whole estrangement or did his Yami lie? Maybe they just needed to talk. Was he the one who was wrong all along? /Step away, Ryou,/ he thought, and slowly laid the glass on the edge of the tub
He quickly wrapped gauze around his wounded wrist to stop the slight flow from the puncture that had already stained the water below his arms pink. He took off his stained shirt and washed out the red stains in the tub before unplugging it. Ryou pulled on a long-sleeved, white silk shirt to hide his bandaged wrist, but let it hang open. /It's so strange, so left of center. Too many options…/ He thought to himself as he closed his eyes, listening peacefully to the silence in his soul, searching for answers.
He found no answer, but what he did uncover was a melody to a new song, echoing to him. He gave a sigh, trying to analyze this new thought; he hadn't been inspired since he wrote "Here is Gone", and the pressure to write more had hindered him completely. He wandered out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, and picked up his guitar. He struck a few chords, /Not quite right./ He listened to the song in his head, and made a few more changes, then a few more until he found what he wanted. The played the song over and over until it seemed to be second nature, the enchanted melody filling the room, all it need now was lyrics. He lay down the guitar and turned out all the lights in the room, then opened the window to let in the warm summer air. He stood in the window for a few moments, just gazing up at the moon, full and beautiful. He took a deep breath, enjoying the air. Then Inspiration kissed his cheek.
@~8~ @~8~ @~8~
Bakura felt a sharp pain in the right side of his head and looked up. The pain vanished as sharply as it came and he shook his head. He composed himself, rising and cleaning his hands and paint set. He carefully cleaned the brush, bottles and palette, restoring it to its like-new condition, then put it away. All of which he did without much thought, except for tender appreciation of the paints. He resented this weakness he now felt deeply. It angered him, missing the boy so horribly.
He pulled on his favourite green shirt, now that he thought about it, it used to be Ryou's. He pressed the green fabric to his cheek and smiled slightly, catching a faint whiff of the boy's shampoo. With the silence of a cat he walked out of the house into the moon-lit streets. He walked along oblivious, enjoying the comfort of the warm summer breeze around him. Bakura thought about the whole situation, the fresh, heated air helping him to be logical. He wandered for awhile in complete disregard of direction before raising his head to see where his feet had taken him. Just down the road, he saw the familiar outline of the game shop. /Ironic/ he thought on his normal resentful note /My feet know exactly where I want to go/ He shrugged slightly, it couldn't hurt to walk by; just to see.
Bakura walked towards the building calmly, stopping just in front. The upstairs was dark, but he could see a light on in the living room, and he stepped around into the shadows of the side alley to see better without being seen himself (being a thief had the perks of knowing how to conceal yourself). In the living room he could see both Yugi and Yami; the darker was talking to the boy, obviously trying to keep calm, and Yugi just looked impatient and annoyed. No Ryou. Then a movement in the window above caught his eyes: a flash of silvery moonlight on white. Bakura looked up at the figure in a white open silk shirt. Long white hair falling over his shoulders. "Ryou," he whispered softly. The boy gazed out at the moon for awhile before a thoughtful look passed across his face and he vanished from the windows.
Bakura looked after him. A new thought occurred to him: he didn't belong here. Not just at the card shop, but in Domino City. If he left, he would cause no more grief to anyone. /Just give me this last wish, sweet Hikari,/ he thought. /Let me see you. Then I'll leave you forever./ Bakura reached up and took hold of a tree branch above his head and swung himself up, climbing the tree with the agility of a cat (or in this case, a tomb robber). He leaned himself across a steady branch by the window, only intending to watch the boy for a moment. Then he would go down to the west side and say goodbye to Malik before splitting town. It would be so much better than this. Bakura watched him a moment as he stood over the bed then pick up his guitar, in curiosity Bakura decided to stay another moment and see what he would do.
@~8~ @~8~ @~8~
Yami sighed looking up at the ceiling, about 20 minutes before there had been a loud crash from the bedroom which silence the war with his hikari for a moment. But it soon resumed when Yami voiced that he hoped Ryou hadn't done something stupid. Yugi, still being upset from the argument took it far to personally. Yami tried to keep his temper and explain to Yugi what he thought but it was failing. He sighed, "I'm not saying anything Yugi." he insisted "It just that you can't keep the boy prisoner here forever."
"Ryou is here of his own freewill." Yugi said, pressing his lips together. Yami resisted the urge to kiss the pretty little pouting mouth or scream at him for being so arrogant.
"You don't understand, Yugi! He's in love with his yami! Are you blind? Or did you see the way Ryou reacted when his yami was turned away at the club tonight?" That's why he's up there mopping right now."
"But look what Yami Bakura does to him! You saw how he cried earlier today!"
"Yes but he never said why he so upset, it sounded to me like he was crying out for his dark spirit."
"What do you know! You always have to be right! It always has to be your way! Can't you just be happy for me, instead of trying to rule me!" Yugi stormed out of the room and up the stairs.
Yami bit back tears. "Your going to get hurt, my sweet light abiou…" he whispered, then silently left the house to find Kaiba, at least he listened.
@~8~ @~8~ @~8~
Ryou looked at his guitar a moment, then sat down on the bed. His fingers slid deftly over the string, playing out the loveliest melody Bakura had ever heard. The melody Ryou had just figured out a few moments before. Bakura leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes, listening. Then he heard something far more beautiful: Ryou's voice. Ryou let his fingers play and let a lyric flow from his lips: The Truth. It was nice to hear it; it was nice to understand.
*Stranger than your sympathy,
This is my apology.
I'm killing myself from the inside out,
And all my fears have pushed you out. *
Bakura cocked his ear to the sweet music, the lyrics capturing his attentions. he slowly turned to the open window. Sympathy? Was this about him? He was fascinated by the beautiful melody and emotional words. The words stunned him, an apology?
Bakura wasn't the only one captured by the song. The soft declaration had also caught Yugi's attention as he stormed past the bedroom. Confusion settled on Yugi as he paused and listened, a sense of desperation set on him. This couldn't be about Yami Bakura could it? The chords changed into that of a chorus.
*I wish for things that I don't need
All I wanted
And what I chase won't set me free
All I wanted
And I get scared but
I'm not crawling on my knees *
Yugi bit his lip; Ryou was so faithful. Yugi felt a hollow feeling form in his chest; Yami couldn't have been right, he told himself stubbornly, he couldn't have been.
Bakura gazed at the boy with a calm gentleness, watching the moon light play on his skin and resonating guitar strings. /No you're not crawling,/ Bakura thought, as if he were speaking to the boy, /You're just stumbling./ he shook his head slightly, lowering his eyes /I'm the one who fell. I'm the one on my knees, not you, look for far you've come with your music. I'm the one who went weak first…/ His thought trailed off, the gentle acoustic sound easing his mind.
*Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah
Everything's all wrong yeah
Where the hell did I think I was*
Yugi shook his head. Ryou was really this unhappy here? /Why are you so unhappy? It can't be him, it can't be him,/ Ryou plucked out an intricate rift, moving back into a verse. His voice floated out. Honest, direct and sincere. The music was his life at that moment. It was as much a part of him as his sparkling brown eyes and long white hair.
*Stranger than your sympathy
I take these things so I don't feel
I'm killing myself from the inside out
Now my head's been filled with doubt*
Bakura let his mind linger on that statement and allowed himself to smile slightly, the boy had listened to what he'd said earlier. His heart felt light and relieved, but at the same time, he felt bad the boy was beating himself up so much.
*And it's hard to lead the life you choose
All I wanted
When all your luck's run out on you
All I wanted
And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true…*
Yugi sighed and leaned against the closed door and closed his eyes, dwelling on the enchanting music. "You're not happy with just the band, are you?" It was true, he knew in his heart, Ryou wanted more than just his music. Ryou put his whole being into the song, letting out his regret and fear as well as his love.
*Oh yeah it's easy to forget yeah
You choke on the regrets yeah
Who the hell did I think I was*
He played a few transitions and chords once more, moving into a verse again. This verse seemed to hold his whole soul.
*Stranger than your sympathy
And all these thoughts you stole from me
I'm not sure where I belong
Nowhere's home and I'm all wrong*
Yugi raised his eyes to the ceiling, sighing to himself, Yami had been right all along. Ryou didn't belong with him. He wanted to be with his own yami. Yugi felt a tinge of jealousy, a totally new feeling for him. He wished he had that much faith in his own Yami. He would let Ryou go. Go to chase what he really wanted. Ryou played the most beautiful rift, a touching melody moving into the bridge. He watched his own fingers, the words dripped from his lips along with crystalline tears of relief.
*And I wasn't all the things
I tried to make believe I was
And I wouldn't be the one to kneel
Before the dreams I wanted*
Ryou shook his head. No he hadn't kneeled to his dreams, it was his Yami that pushed him forward towards them. Bakura held his breath, gazing at the boy in anticipation. "Oh my beautiful," he whispered gently. "My abiou, my hikari, hear my prayer now..."
* And all the talk and all the lies
Were all the empty things disguised as me *
"You're everything to me now, I understand now, I understand."
*Mmmm, Yeah…*
Bakura melted, seeing something he thought he'd never see again. Ryou was smiling, a small smile of relief and joy at putting these thoughts to music. Yugi shook his head, so Yami had been right all along. This imaginary relationship had come to a stop, and Yugi knew Ryou was willing to give up everything to go back to him darker. Yugi leaned his head back, he wanted to run to his own darker. Maybe if Ryou could forgive the violence don't to him, he could forgive Yami for not understanding. Yugi turned and walked away, down the stairs to find Yami.
*It's stranger than your sympathy
Stranger than your sympathy
Mmmm….*
Ryou trailed off the last chord and say quietly, a light content smile on his face, looking thoughtful. Bakura let the same smile cross his face. He closed his eyes and rested his head to the tree trunk, feeling peaceful. Ryou sighed. The song eased his mind. He wished he had the heart to let his Yami hear it, maybe the he would understand...
A sound outside the open window caught his attention, a slight, barely heard rustle of cloth and for the first time he looked up. The dark-clothed figure seemed relaxed in the tree limbs, contently leaning against the tree trunk, his white hair shining in the moonlight. The image was beautiful and Ryou drew a breath; did he dare hope?... "Yami?" he whispered softly. Bakura tensed up and his sharp, dark eyes opened at his name: The boy had seen him. He turned quickly to the window, Ryou's gentle brown eyes caught his, and he felt his heart skip. A fear crept into him, surely the boy would scream or run off, but he remained still. Even so he felt he had overstayed his welcome. Without a word, Bakura dropped soundlessly from the tree and ran off down the street. Ryou ran to the window, but it was to late; the spirit had vanished into the night. Ryou sucked in his breath, his yami had been there, listening.
That was it. Ryou did up his shirt and pulled on his jacket. With any luck, he could catch him before he got too far.
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Yugi: *sobs* No!! Ryou!!
Ryou: O_o u… it's okay Yugi, you can be with your own yami now
Yugi: ^_^ Yay! *glomps Yami*
Yami: @_@…
LYB: Anyway, you'll have to hold that thought, On to the next chapter!!
Bakura: Are we going to work this out soon?
LYB: Well, there's only four more songs to go.
Bakura: That's so comforting…
Cyris: Well another chapter down, please read and review everyone, we would love to know what you think.
Bakura: This is happy? What will happen?
LYB: You're my inspiration… what do you want?
Bakura: I want to know what the hell is going through that boy's mind!!!
LYB: *snaps fingers* Done!
*Lyric's Ryou is singing*
/thoughts/
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Sympathy
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Blood welled up around the glass where Ryou had pressed it to his skin, but couldn't bring himself to make a cut across his wrist. He couldn't finish this thing. The cut on his wrist stung. He could never remember this self-destruction as being painful before. The last time he'd done this it wasn't painful at all, it was soothing. Why did it disturb him now? Why couldn't he finish what he started? Something held him here in reality, away from the dark peacefulness of the unknown. It reminded him of the poem "Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath: "My right foot
a paperweight
...like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is number three...
These are my hands, My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
to last it out and not come back at all."
He seemed to pause in his own mind. For the first time as he stood on the edge, something whispered 'don't jump.' He thought no one understood or cared the first time he assigned himself to die, if he thought the same thing now, why couldn't he write his name on the list of those to be forgotten. What had changed since last time? A revelation dawned on him like a cool touch of evening air: his yami had changed. The words of the dark, light-haired spirit came back to him: "Can I offer you my sympathy?" Ryou felt his heart break again. This was his new choice: was he just being foolish about this whole estrangement or did his Yami lie? Maybe they just needed to talk. Was he the one who was wrong all along? /Step away, Ryou,/ he thought, and slowly laid the glass on the edge of the tub
He quickly wrapped gauze around his wounded wrist to stop the slight flow from the puncture that had already stained the water below his arms pink. He took off his stained shirt and washed out the red stains in the tub before unplugging it. Ryou pulled on a long-sleeved, white silk shirt to hide his bandaged wrist, but let it hang open. /It's so strange, so left of center. Too many options…/ He thought to himself as he closed his eyes, listening peacefully to the silence in his soul, searching for answers.
He found no answer, but what he did uncover was a melody to a new song, echoing to him. He gave a sigh, trying to analyze this new thought; he hadn't been inspired since he wrote "Here is Gone", and the pressure to write more had hindered him completely. He wandered out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, and picked up his guitar. He struck a few chords, /Not quite right./ He listened to the song in his head, and made a few more changes, then a few more until he found what he wanted. The played the song over and over until it seemed to be second nature, the enchanted melody filling the room, all it need now was lyrics. He lay down the guitar and turned out all the lights in the room, then opened the window to let in the warm summer air. He stood in the window for a few moments, just gazing up at the moon, full and beautiful. He took a deep breath, enjoying the air. Then Inspiration kissed his cheek.
@~8~ @~8~ @~8~
Bakura felt a sharp pain in the right side of his head and looked up. The pain vanished as sharply as it came and he shook his head. He composed himself, rising and cleaning his hands and paint set. He carefully cleaned the brush, bottles and palette, restoring it to its like-new condition, then put it away. All of which he did without much thought, except for tender appreciation of the paints. He resented this weakness he now felt deeply. It angered him, missing the boy so horribly.
He pulled on his favourite green shirt, now that he thought about it, it used to be Ryou's. He pressed the green fabric to his cheek and smiled slightly, catching a faint whiff of the boy's shampoo. With the silence of a cat he walked out of the house into the moon-lit streets. He walked along oblivious, enjoying the comfort of the warm summer breeze around him. Bakura thought about the whole situation, the fresh, heated air helping him to be logical. He wandered for awhile in complete disregard of direction before raising his head to see where his feet had taken him. Just down the road, he saw the familiar outline of the game shop. /Ironic/ he thought on his normal resentful note /My feet know exactly where I want to go/ He shrugged slightly, it couldn't hurt to walk by; just to see.
Bakura walked towards the building calmly, stopping just in front. The upstairs was dark, but he could see a light on in the living room, and he stepped around into the shadows of the side alley to see better without being seen himself (being a thief had the perks of knowing how to conceal yourself). In the living room he could see both Yugi and Yami; the darker was talking to the boy, obviously trying to keep calm, and Yugi just looked impatient and annoyed. No Ryou. Then a movement in the window above caught his eyes: a flash of silvery moonlight on white. Bakura looked up at the figure in a white open silk shirt. Long white hair falling over his shoulders. "Ryou," he whispered softly. The boy gazed out at the moon for awhile before a thoughtful look passed across his face and he vanished from the windows.
Bakura looked after him. A new thought occurred to him: he didn't belong here. Not just at the card shop, but in Domino City. If he left, he would cause no more grief to anyone. /Just give me this last wish, sweet Hikari,/ he thought. /Let me see you. Then I'll leave you forever./ Bakura reached up and took hold of a tree branch above his head and swung himself up, climbing the tree with the agility of a cat (or in this case, a tomb robber). He leaned himself across a steady branch by the window, only intending to watch the boy for a moment. Then he would go down to the west side and say goodbye to Malik before splitting town. It would be so much better than this. Bakura watched him a moment as he stood over the bed then pick up his guitar, in curiosity Bakura decided to stay another moment and see what he would do.
@~8~ @~8~ @~8~
Yami sighed looking up at the ceiling, about 20 minutes before there had been a loud crash from the bedroom which silence the war with his hikari for a moment. But it soon resumed when Yami voiced that he hoped Ryou hadn't done something stupid. Yugi, still being upset from the argument took it far to personally. Yami tried to keep his temper and explain to Yugi what he thought but it was failing. He sighed, "I'm not saying anything Yugi." he insisted "It just that you can't keep the boy prisoner here forever."
"Ryou is here of his own freewill." Yugi said, pressing his lips together. Yami resisted the urge to kiss the pretty little pouting mouth or scream at him for being so arrogant.
"You don't understand, Yugi! He's in love with his yami! Are you blind? Or did you see the way Ryou reacted when his yami was turned away at the club tonight?" That's why he's up there mopping right now."
"But look what Yami Bakura does to him! You saw how he cried earlier today!"
"Yes but he never said why he so upset, it sounded to me like he was crying out for his dark spirit."
"What do you know! You always have to be right! It always has to be your way! Can't you just be happy for me, instead of trying to rule me!" Yugi stormed out of the room and up the stairs.
Yami bit back tears. "Your going to get hurt, my sweet light abiou…" he whispered, then silently left the house to find Kaiba, at least he listened.
@~8~ @~8~ @~8~
Ryou looked at his guitar a moment, then sat down on the bed. His fingers slid deftly over the string, playing out the loveliest melody Bakura had ever heard. The melody Ryou had just figured out a few moments before. Bakura leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes, listening. Then he heard something far more beautiful: Ryou's voice. Ryou let his fingers play and let a lyric flow from his lips: The Truth. It was nice to hear it; it was nice to understand.
*Stranger than your sympathy,
This is my apology.
I'm killing myself from the inside out,
And all my fears have pushed you out. *
Bakura cocked his ear to the sweet music, the lyrics capturing his attentions. he slowly turned to the open window. Sympathy? Was this about him? He was fascinated by the beautiful melody and emotional words. The words stunned him, an apology?
Bakura wasn't the only one captured by the song. The soft declaration had also caught Yugi's attention as he stormed past the bedroom. Confusion settled on Yugi as he paused and listened, a sense of desperation set on him. This couldn't be about Yami Bakura could it? The chords changed into that of a chorus.
*I wish for things that I don't need
All I wanted
And what I chase won't set me free
All I wanted
And I get scared but
I'm not crawling on my knees *
Yugi bit his lip; Ryou was so faithful. Yugi felt a hollow feeling form in his chest; Yami couldn't have been right, he told himself stubbornly, he couldn't have been.
Bakura gazed at the boy with a calm gentleness, watching the moon light play on his skin and resonating guitar strings. /No you're not crawling,/ Bakura thought, as if he were speaking to the boy, /You're just stumbling./ he shook his head slightly, lowering his eyes /I'm the one who fell. I'm the one on my knees, not you, look for far you've come with your music. I'm the one who went weak first…/ His thought trailed off, the gentle acoustic sound easing his mind.
*Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah
Everything's all wrong yeah
Where the hell did I think I was*
Yugi shook his head. Ryou was really this unhappy here? /Why are you so unhappy? It can't be him, it can't be him,/ Ryou plucked out an intricate rift, moving back into a verse. His voice floated out. Honest, direct and sincere. The music was his life at that moment. It was as much a part of him as his sparkling brown eyes and long white hair.
*Stranger than your sympathy
I take these things so I don't feel
I'm killing myself from the inside out
Now my head's been filled with doubt*
Bakura let his mind linger on that statement and allowed himself to smile slightly, the boy had listened to what he'd said earlier. His heart felt light and relieved, but at the same time, he felt bad the boy was beating himself up so much.
*And it's hard to lead the life you choose
All I wanted
When all your luck's run out on you
All I wanted
And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true…*
Yugi sighed and leaned against the closed door and closed his eyes, dwelling on the enchanting music. "You're not happy with just the band, are you?" It was true, he knew in his heart, Ryou wanted more than just his music. Ryou put his whole being into the song, letting out his regret and fear as well as his love.
*Oh yeah it's easy to forget yeah
You choke on the regrets yeah
Who the hell did I think I was*
He played a few transitions and chords once more, moving into a verse again. This verse seemed to hold his whole soul.
*Stranger than your sympathy
And all these thoughts you stole from me
I'm not sure where I belong
Nowhere's home and I'm all wrong*
Yugi raised his eyes to the ceiling, sighing to himself, Yami had been right all along. Ryou didn't belong with him. He wanted to be with his own yami. Yugi felt a tinge of jealousy, a totally new feeling for him. He wished he had that much faith in his own Yami. He would let Ryou go. Go to chase what he really wanted. Ryou played the most beautiful rift, a touching melody moving into the bridge. He watched his own fingers, the words dripped from his lips along with crystalline tears of relief.
*And I wasn't all the things
I tried to make believe I was
And I wouldn't be the one to kneel
Before the dreams I wanted*
Ryou shook his head. No he hadn't kneeled to his dreams, it was his Yami that pushed him forward towards them. Bakura held his breath, gazing at the boy in anticipation. "Oh my beautiful," he whispered gently. "My abiou, my hikari, hear my prayer now..."
* And all the talk and all the lies
Were all the empty things disguised as me *
"You're everything to me now, I understand now, I understand."
*Mmmm, Yeah…*
Bakura melted, seeing something he thought he'd never see again. Ryou was smiling, a small smile of relief and joy at putting these thoughts to music. Yugi shook his head, so Yami had been right all along. This imaginary relationship had come to a stop, and Yugi knew Ryou was willing to give up everything to go back to him darker. Yugi leaned his head back, he wanted to run to his own darker. Maybe if Ryou could forgive the violence don't to him, he could forgive Yami for not understanding. Yugi turned and walked away, down the stairs to find Yami.
*It's stranger than your sympathy
Stranger than your sympathy
Mmmm….*
Ryou trailed off the last chord and say quietly, a light content smile on his face, looking thoughtful. Bakura let the same smile cross his face. He closed his eyes and rested his head to the tree trunk, feeling peaceful. Ryou sighed. The song eased his mind. He wished he had the heart to let his Yami hear it, maybe the he would understand...
A sound outside the open window caught his attention, a slight, barely heard rustle of cloth and for the first time he looked up. The dark-clothed figure seemed relaxed in the tree limbs, contently leaning against the tree trunk, his white hair shining in the moonlight. The image was beautiful and Ryou drew a breath; did he dare hope?... "Yami?" he whispered softly. Bakura tensed up and his sharp, dark eyes opened at his name: The boy had seen him. He turned quickly to the window, Ryou's gentle brown eyes caught his, and he felt his heart skip. A fear crept into him, surely the boy would scream or run off, but he remained still. Even so he felt he had overstayed his welcome. Without a word, Bakura dropped soundlessly from the tree and ran off down the street. Ryou ran to the window, but it was to late; the spirit had vanished into the night. Ryou sucked in his breath, his yami had been there, listening.
That was it. Ryou did up his shirt and pulled on his jacket. With any luck, he could catch him before he got too far.
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Yugi: *sobs* No!! Ryou!!
Ryou: O_o u… it's okay Yugi, you can be with your own yami now
Yugi: ^_^ Yay! *glomps Yami*
Yami: @_@…
LYB: Anyway, you'll have to hold that thought, On to the next chapter!!
Bakura: Are we going to work this out soon?
LYB: Well, there's only four more songs to go.
Bakura: That's so comforting…
Cyris: Well another chapter down, please read and review everyone, we would love to know what you think.