Well here you are everyone, the last track on the CD Gutterflower! I do send my apologies for how long it took to get this up! I have a nasty cold and I had to finish painting my room.
LYB: *Comes running in her arms full* MALIK!! YAMI B!!
Bakura: What do you want little sister?
Malik: *looks out from reading an overly thick book*
LYB: O_o... Malik? What are you reading?
Malik: Beyond Ragnarok, It's about a bunch of Elf's trying to kill all of man kind!
Everyone: O_OU;;
LYB: And your reading this why?
Malik: Because all of us are in the story! At least characters that act and look like us! It's awesome!
LYB: Seriously?
Malik: Sure, look! *everyone crowds around the book* Kevral, although female is freakishly like me, There's a guy in here who a thief and acts exactly like Yami B, there a guy who looks like Seto and acts like Yami called Ra-khir....
Kaiba: That's scary.
LYB: Yeah, anyway... PRESENTS!!!! MALIK AND YAMI B GOT PRESENTS!!
*Malik drops his book and he and Yami B glomp LYB*
YamiB: WHERE??!!
LYB: @_@ here... from blue eyes silver dragon *hands them a flat box wrapped up*
*Yami B and Malik rip of the paper and Yami B starts jumping around in delight.*
Malik: THANKS BLUE EYES!!
YamiB: IT'S AN OUIJI BOARD!!! *he proudly holds up his five ouiji cards then his new gift* NOW I HAVE A REAL ONE TO PLAY WITH!!
Yami: Well, why don't you guys try it out?
*Yami B and Malik sit with the board between them as LYB puts her new huge Bakura/Malik picture on the wall and droolz over it, grinning insanely*
Malik: Will I ever become the ruler of the world?
Ouiji Board: G-O-D-F-O-R-B-I-D
*everyone save Malik sweatdrops*
Kaiba: Smart board...
Malik: STUPID BOARD! YOU LIE!!
YamiB: *grabs the board* Don't touch it!! Myyyy prrreeeecciiiousssss....
LYB: O_o.... anyway, now Questions!! From blue eyes silver dragon!
Ryou: For who?
LYB: Malik and Bakura, first question, how many shots does it take you to get drunk?
Bakura: 11 shots, about that....
Malik: I can take 12 ^_^
LYB: Umm... great to know your proud of that. and Question 2: what kind of dancing do you do?
Kaiba: *whispering to Yami* horizontal polka
Yami: *snickers*
Bakura and Malik: I HEARD THAT!!!!
Bakura: I dunno, is there such a thing as freestyle?
Malik: *shrugs* god only knows, whatever people dance in clubs. I'm not sure...
LYB: Ooookkay.... anyway... Without further ado... chapter 12 of Gutterflower: Truth is a Whisper. Oh yeah and blue eyes silver dragon? Kaiba is in it!!
No funny *'s in this chapter, Ryou is singing the lyrics ^___^
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Truth Is A Whisper
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The first thing Bakura noticed as he set foot inside the club was that he ~knew~ Ryou was there. It was a strange feeling, something he hadn't felt it what seemed like ages and he passed it off as his nervous tension, which was quickly making him frustrated. The second was that the bouncer was about to throw him out again. "Hey you!' The rather large man glared, "I though I told you, you're not welcome here!"
"Well add this to the clouded contour of your brain, I was invited here." Bakura said smartly, glaring daggers at the man who he was quickly developing a personal hate for.
"Bullshit! And I don't care if you were asked here by the bloody Queen of England! You're not coming in this..." He was cut off abruptly as Bakura's fist made direct contact with his jaw and he was blown to the floor.
"That's for calling me a liar." Bakura growled, then he felt a hand on his shoulder as the man on the floor growled and pulled himself up.
"He's with me," Bakura glanced at the person beside him who held up a small white piece of paper. "And I have a pass."
"Who are you?" The man glarred from the floor.
"The bloody Queen of England." Came the smart mouth reply. The bouncer glared at the both of them, but didn't protest as Bakura started to get pulled away. "Come on, Tomb Robber, before you get a restraining order slapped on your wrist."
"You always know how to ruin my fun Pharaoh." He scowled, and kicked the bouncer in the chin for good measure putting the man to his knees in pain again before willingly following Yami. "You know I didn't need your help, Oh Mighty One." he said, giving Yami a smirk.
"Like hell you didn't." Yami replied, rolling his eyes with a smile. "You would have been smoked with out me, my friend."
"Oh Ra!" Bakura hissed and pushed Yami away from him "This is just PERFECT! I have another screwed up friend to hang off my waist like Malik does!" Yami never being one to let opportunity get by jump at Bakura clinging to his torso.
"Bakura!! You do care!!"
"GET OFF OF ME!!" Bakura managed to peel Yami away from him and drop him on the floor. Yami sat there laughing.
"Come on," Yami laughed, raising and brushing himself off and walking to a side table "Let's get a drink shall we? The band doesn't seem ready to go on just yet."
"A drink?" Bakura questioned, following and sitting down beside him. "I swear to Seckmet I've never met anyone who likes to drink like you, you must have a beer belly the size of China" He poked Yami's stomach, staring at it with childish fascination. "Is that why you wear so many buckles? To keep your gut in?" Oh course he actually had no gut at all and was rather toned Bakura discovered as he continued to annoyingly poke at Yami's tummy. Yami flicked Bakura in the noise. "Ow! That hurt!"
"Hands off the leather." Yami stated, brushing fake dirt from where Bakura was prodding him.
"Your so fucking vain." Bakura said, rolling his eyes. "Where's the rest of your entourage?" he asked, looking around. Yami waved his hand toward the table Bakura had seen them all sitting at the first time he entered the club so long ago. Four of the group sat there, waiting for the band. Both Tea and Tristan seemed hyperactive, Tea was talking at Kaiba while Tristan seemed intent on hitting on Isis. Neither Isis or Kaiba seemed very amused.
"It's a pretty odd thing when I find YOU less annoying then THEM." Yami said, a mocking tone on his voice. Bakura nodded slowly.
"What the hell is wrong with Tristan?"
"Ra only knows." Yami stated rather blandly then motioned to the stage, "The band is coming out." Bakura quickly turned his gaze, scanning the platform for the boy he had secretly come to adore and spotted him stepped back from the spotlight on the lead mike, as if he were scared to approach it. Bakura had to fight the urge to drool looking at him, Ryou was dressed in leather pants and the white silk shirt he had seen the night before, only it was buttoned up and hung loosely over the black pants.
Malik straightened the strap of his guitar as he stepped forward to his own mike. "Hey everyone, and welcome to this CLOSED performance of Star Dust Goddess. Thank God this was a buy your ticket in advanced thing, this place would be mobbed." The crowd screamed with delight.
"Popular aren't they?" Bakura said, raising a brow. Yami nodded.
"This show has been booked solid since "Here is Gone" hit the radio. The club only lets in a certain amount of people a night, that's why it's not such a big crowd tonight. You had to get a pass."
"Well I got in okay."
"Only because I have a pass and can bring a guest."
"Oh lucky you, your Highness."
Malik let his eyes scan the crowd and gave a suggestive grin "A special welcome to all the ladies." Bakura was sure that amid the roar of screams that this induced, a few girls fainted; the seemed to like Malik enough. Bakura rolled his eyes it was then he realized Malik had spotted him. "Oh hi there!" Malik smiled and waved childishly, "You decided to come after all! Doesn't it feel good to listen to me?" Bakura offered a fake smile and gave him the finger. Yami started laughing uncontrollably. Bakura let his eye glance back at the white haired boy still standing in the shadows and for a moment their eyes locked, then they both looked away, slightly embarrassed. Malik had meanwhile turned back to the crowd "Okay then, let's get this show started, oh and Tristan if you move on inch closer to my sister like your about to I will rip off all of your appendages one by one and that includes your third leg." All of which Malik said with a dangerously pleasant smile on his face, making Tristan exceedingly nervous. Everyone in the club save Malik, Isis and Tristan started laughing hysterically and Isis turned, shocked to see just how close Tristan was to her, then promptly slapped him. She got up quickly and grabbed Kaiba by the arm dragging him off to sit with Yami and Bakura.
"At least you two are relatively sane!" she said sitting down next to Bakura as Kaiba pulled up a chair beside Yami.
"You are aware Yami Bakura is sitting beside you right?" Kaiba smirked. Bakura put on his best master-of-all-evil face and Yami rolled his eyes.
"You try living with Malik, you'll have a new definition of sanity." She cupped her hands over he mouth and yelled loudly up to the stage, "Malik Ishtar if you don't stop embarrassing me at these concerts I'm going to stop coming!!"
"I love you too, Isis." Malik smirked.
"You know you have highly selective hearing little brother!!" She replied smartly.
"Yes I know I'm hot and amazingly sexy, thank you!" Malik smiled broadly and winked at her. Isis grumbled and whacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Our first song is brand new, only written today by Ryou and he refuses to tell us the words." Malik looked at Ryou, "You even have words?" Ryou shook his head and stepped into the light, Bakura nearly sighed seeing the boy glow in the warmth of the stage lights.
"Of course." Ryou said to the microphone as he dangled a piece of paper in front of Malik. "Right here." He put the paper back in his pocket.
"Is everyone ready?" Malik said to the band, but he looked at Ryou as he said it and he waited patiently until, after a moment of staring at some imaginary stain on the wood floor, Ryou nodded and moved to his microphone.
He stood proudly, arms held the slightest bit from his sides; then, the music moved, a dark and ever shifting piece. It pounded down through the stage and out on to the blackness of the floor, blurring past him in a rush and he raised his arm slightly feeling it pick him up and give him a new life and depth he could never reach at other times as it painted the dance floor in it's warped heavy color. Ryou moved into the music, letting the world his song created in his mind come alive, every thought and feeling. The music had a desperation to it, a demanding, frantic nature. Yes, Ryou smiled, he had captured his emotions on the music. Bakura watched Ryou thoughtfully, letting the sound come around him and nip his soul; a dozen little sets of hands pulling at him, reaching out and beckoning him forward, but he refused to follow just yet. The demonic angel music dropped off to a lower more set pace that cast shadows of doubt through the mind, and into this emotional set of doubt and fear. Bakura raised his head, a sixth sense whispered a power to him and he wondered vaguely why he felt the urge to listen, something linked to his mind, telling him this was a gift. It was an echo from somewhere, a soul, it reminded him of Ryou's mind, the way it swirled and swung deep into complex thoughts. Ryou let his voice come out, the words forming on his lips, giving explanation to the music.
"Truth is a whisper and only a choice...
Nobody hears above this noise..."
Ryou's voice rose up in pure turning rhythm, his voice had a firmness that seemed to slip the boy by when he was simply talking. The music was a release and made his thoughts and words one in the same, it was never more clear to Bakura how much Ryou depended on this way of communicating, the only way he could get out what he was thinking. Bakura raised his head, listening, and smiled distantly, yes, that seemed so true. The truth was so obscure who would ever know it? Still the song ventured on, letting Bakura see into his hikari's mind:
"It's always a risk when you try and believe, in something
I know there's so much more than me...Yeah ...
And I got caught in the ruse of the world,
It's just a promise no one ever keeps...
And now it's changing while you sleep,
And no one here can see.
You know all I am...
Feel this moment in you.
You know all I am...
Can you teach me to believe in something?"
Ryou cast a glance at Bakura on the last line and Bakura felt something stir inside him and he slowly stood up, it was like he could feel the thoughts as well as hear them. He understood; this song wasn't about him, it was for him. A message to him, an explanation. Everything he wanted to tell him, it was coming out. The words rung in Bakura's mind echoing what Ryou had asked him the night before, Can you teach me to believe in something like you do? Bakura walked forward slightly, "Where are you going?" Yami said softly, following Bakura with his eyes. Bakura just raised a hand slowly for silence and let his eyes fix on the singing angel, starting forward again. The lights realigned themselves, casting a blue glow across Ryou's silver feature, making his pale hand that grasped the microphone glow. A new verse started to form on the boy's lips:
"Sometimes you choke on the smell just to breathe.
I need to question what I need..."
Ryou raised his eyes and looked at the white haired spirit standing solemnly in the center of the room, perfectly still, gazing up to the stage, his face blank. The people on the floor danced around him oblivious, likewise, Bakura seemed to be a darkness amid them, a perfect stillness. It took Ryou's breath away for a moment to see him there, almost as if he were some sort of fallen angel about to unfurl his wings and claim a place of power in this smaller version of hell. The world the music made with nothing to fear and nothing to lose. The song was his and it was as if the world between them had vanished. His eyes locked and narrowed on his darker's, moving into the theatrics of the stage, letting the music taking him back into his message, his voice firm.
"Rhythm of silence
That beats through your mind...
Still you forget what you deny."
Ryou smirked slightly and tapped his finger at Bakura in a tisk-tisk motion as he stated his last line. Bakura inwardly laughed at the gesture to the lyrics before Ryou twisted himself into the music, letting himself sway slightly. He swung out his arm slightly from his side and stepped forward quickly and gracefully, taking the microphone into his hands. He was caught in his own revelation, and let his movement echo his voice. Bakura let his gaze flick across the stage, everyone in the band seemed mildly confused at Ryou's choice of words and his new found enthusiasm, though Malik just seemed impressed.
"And I got caught in the ruse of the world.
It's just a promise no one keeps...
And now it's changing while we sleep,
And no one here can see."
One more Ryou made his point by locking his eyes on Bakura and gesturing abruptly toward the other people on the stage. Though Malik seemed quite willing to accept Ryou's lyric, the rest of the band looked at Yugi curiously for an explanation; Yugi shrugged, looking perplexed. Bakura smiled a bit and stepped forward slightly, drawn to the music and Ryou's motions like a magnet. The words were becoming much more forceful now, a teasing thought, a question that would need to be answered.
"You know all I am...
Feel this moment in you,
You know all I am...
Can you teach me to believe in something?"
A new fury came out of Ryou, he set his eyes firm on the silent spirit who stood manifestly out on the floor before him. Catching the moment of truth, what would define them, and Ryou spread open his arms in a gesture of peace but at the same time turned his head away slightly to show wariness, his eyes caught the light and sparkled with honest questioning.
"Who's the one you answer to?
Do you listen when he speaks?
Or is everything for you?
And do you find it hard to sleep?
Or is it easy on your own?
Will you ever find some peace
Before you're gone......"
Bakura tilted his head as the music slid into a simple stillness, thinking, reflecting. The questions really had no answer but still they lingered, the very questions that made him struggle onward everyday when he could just as easily stubbornly sit down and give up. The boy's eyes fell on him again, echoing questions and a suspended misery pending the answers. The music started to build again, coming back to the way it was before and Bakura recognized it as reflecting how his lights mind ended up coming back to the same set of questions and thoughts. Ryou retched his right hand out towards his dark double, pleading for his acceptance. The music rose, building itself slowly as if coming to some sort of powerful conclusion.
"You know all I am...
Feel this moment in you,
You know all I am...
Can you teach me to believe in something ? ... ... …"
Ryou's voice trailed and so did the music, it came to no conclusion as the building suggested, it dropped off abruptly and teasingly in a type of suspended unfinished thought. Ryou's arm dropped down to his side. Once more it seemed like they were the only two people in the room, staring at each other. Only unlike the first time a song passed between them, neither felt the needed to do anything, for the moment there was a peace there. Everything that needed to said had been said and everything that needed to be answered was answered with a light silence. An understanding passed between them. It was Bakura who broke the stillness, but remained oblivious to the crowd that seemed to have parted between himself and the stage, looking over the situation with curiosity. Bakura felt for once no need to show stubborn pride, and assailed slighted at the thought that he wasn't showing it out of stubborn pride; simply to prove to Ryou that he could. He raised his left hand upward as if to help the silver angel down from the stage, but the distance between them made it impossible. Obligingly Ryou knelt down and half slid, half-jumped down from the platform.
"Ryou?" Mai questioned, but found a small hand placed on her arm, holding her back.
"No," Yugi said gently, "Let him go. They need to settle this on their own terms... without anyone past or present between them." Malik gave Yugi an appresative look and nodded. Yugi offered a sad smile and turned to look at the two doubles near by.
Bakura lowered his arm and jammed his hands into his pockets, looking thoughtful. Ryou made his way toward him, the boys face fixed in look of fearful expectant apprehension as he stopped in front of the dark spirit. They watched each other a moment, chocolate locked on dark as if they were trying to read each others thoughts before saying anything. Bakura smiled softly, almost sympathetically, and odd expression for him, but his face still kept the dark qualities that made him look so decidedly sharp; Ryou relaxed a bit and tipped his down slightly a shy, embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks under the gaze. "You looked good." Bakura said finally, bring a hand up to brush a few strains of hair from the boy's face. "Your voice is pure."
Ryou leaned his head into the touch and Bakura let his fingers play with the silky white locks. "You think?" he asked softly. Bakura nodded slowly and Ryou swallowed. "It was for you, you know. Everything for you..."
"I know." Bakura said gently but his face saddened and raised his free hand to the Ryou's face, moving close to him. "Forgive me." He said softly in such a low voice Ryou could barely hear as he ran his thumb over the boy's jaw line. He gazed at Ryou pleading. "I never meant for it to happen, please believe I never meant to fall in love with you, I never meant to put you through hell because of it. Forgive me for being weak and afraid. Your right Ryou, I fear it, and I listen to it even now when I have no reason to, but everyone I tried to love has betrayed me. You were the only thing that kept me going after the spirit of the rod was banished, and I betrayed that, I hurt you and I shouldn't have put that pain on you. But please believe that I did care. Forgive me for being afraid of you, forgive me for being so weak, for not being able to go on like you do. Please," He buried his face in Ryou hair, "Forgive me for loving you." he whispered softly in Ryou's ear, sending a warm feeling of peace through the youth, he wrapped his arms around the spirit holding him.
"How can I forgive you from something that's not your fault?" Ryou said finally, resting his head on Bakura's shoulder. "I can't ask for anything more from you when I know what I've wanted to know, that you love me the way I've loved you. Why do I have to forgive you for something that I wanted. It's all I've wanted from the beginning and there's nothing else I need. But if it will make you feel any better, your not weak, you were never weak. I was the one who decided to give up, remember? I was the one who didn't know what I needed. Forgive me for believing the lies and getting caught up in it."
Bakura stepped back to looked at him and once more an understanding passed between them. "So we forgive each other then?"
Ryou smiled, his eyes gentle and loving and he reached behind him under the shirt he was wearing and produced a gold object, holding it out between them like it was an offer. A golden hoop that dripped five tear-drop pointed. "Always." Ryou smiled. "We were destined to find each other weren't we? I help you to go on, you help me to have hope and faith, dark and light..."
"...yami and hikari." Bakura finished, touching the ring thoughtfully "But, I thought..."
"I let Yugi throw it away?" Bakura nodded, looking at his light curiously. Ryou smiled and shook his head, then pressed the ring into Bakura's hand before removing his own "Well, Yami talked some sense into me, and I guess I decided to get it back. I think I scared Yami though when I jumped in."
"Oh really?" Bakura cast a smirk at Yami, who was just watching off to the side with a casual smile, and Yami just smiled and shrugged.
"Yeah." Ryou smiled shyly and blushed a bit, Bakura thought he looked adorable and put a hand of his cheek. "The leather was no good anymore," Ryou said, gesturing to the ring in Bakura's hand "It kind of crumbled when I took it out of the water and started to clean it." Bakura looked at it thoughtfully then reached up behind his neck removing the gold chain from around his throat and strung it through the loop at the top of the ring. "What's that?" Ryou asked curiously.
"It was my mothers." Bakura answered taking Ryou gently by the wrist. He placed the ring in Ryou's hand, and closed the boy's fingers around the ring, then pressed Ryou's hands gently to his chest, "Take it, it's yours, if you'll still have me."
Ryou looked up at Bakura a moment, "But, this chain?"
"Yours." Bakura smiled and nodded, letting his hand fall away. Ryou looked at the ring a moment and smiled shyly, fastening it around his neck. The ring fell charmingly around his throat, seeming right at home again against his chest and Ryou felt a completeness come over him, a feeling of being loved and missed. //Welcome back, hikari.//
/YAMI!/ Ryou cried through the restablished link and threw his arms around Bakura's waist, nearly knocking him over. Bakura laughed and wrapped his arms about his hikari's waist, lifting him up and swinging him around a full circle before placing him back on his feet. He cupped the boy's face in his hands and leaned down, catching Ryou's lips in soft and powerful kiss. Ryou twined his arms around Bakura's neck and returned the passionate kiss, letting his yami pull him tight against his body.
/umm... yami?.../
"Mmm?" Bakura mumbled into the kiss, running his fingers through Ryou's hair.
/we have an audience.../ Bakura let the kiss break and looked down at his smiling hikari, then glanced around, indeed the whole club seemed focused on them and a number of them were cheering. Isis was smiling, Yami too seemed rather pleased. Kaiba just looked amused and when he saw Bakura looking at him he clapped his hand a few times smartly, so Bakura just grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Do you mind, Bakura?" a smart voice said over the microphone. Bakura turned and looked up at the stage to see a certain Egyptian standing, looking at him as if to say ha!-I-told-you-so! "Can we have our singer back now?"
"Fuck you, Ishtar!" Bakura called back, "Can't you see I'm busy!" he finished, pulling Ryou to him, kissing him once again, he jokingly thought he could get addicted to this. Ryou laughed slightly as the kiss and blushed as more then a few people in the club laughed.
"Kinda hard to do a show when your shoving your tounge down our singers throat!" Malik retorted, looking smart.
"First of all I'm not tounging him; Second of all, if you want a singer so bad why don't You sing!" Bakura answered back sharply.
"Ummm..... no." Malik replied smartly. Bakura shook his head and planted a kiss on Ryou's forehead.
//I think you're needed on stage// Bakura mentally smiled. Ryou nodded and Bakura let him slip away to run back to the platform to his microphone once again. //Hikari?//
/Yes?/
There was a bit of a pause before Bakura answered, Ryou could have swore he heard a bit of nervousness in his darker's voice through the link. //Will you come home after the show?//
Ryou let an elated smile cross his face. The question seemed so innocent but they were the best words Ryou had heard since the stormy night when he ran away. /Of course Yami, of course I'm coming home./ Bakura smiled and let the words sooth whatever fears he had left. /I might be a bit late, I have to get my guitar./
//Do you want me to come with you?//
Ryou laughed a bit and smiled /No, don't wait up. I'll be home as soon as I'm done here, I'll see you there, okay? And we can talk a bit, if you want. But I promise, I'm coming home./
//Okay, Koi//
Ryou felt himself flush a bit and stepped up to the microphone, another song had started to play. Something Malik had given him the idea for sometime ago. It had started as just a bunch of random thoughts scribbled on a page, but Ryou had refined it into a lyrical form that Malik seemed extremely please with.
"Yeah I'm fading,
And I call out,
No one hears me
Never dreamed, never felt, never thought I'd
Say a word..."
The crowd had gone back to dancing, falling into the music world that the music made for them and Bakura watched them move as he sat back down with Yami. For this blessed moment he felt peaceful, and he no longer was dreading the possibly of showing his abiou exactly what he had written on the bedroom wall since he had gotten his paints. He put his elbows on the table and folded his hands, then cast a death glare at Kaiba who had glanced at him and started to snicker. Kaiba stopped his repressed laughter but kept smiling and Isis cracked him on the back of the head.
"Be good Kaiba!" She scowled.
"Hey!" Kaiba growled, rubbing his head where she had struck him. Bakura offered his dark amused laugh.
Bakura's sixth sense told him Yami was about to speak to him and Bakura abruptly raised his hand and glanced at the pharaoh, sure enough, he was poised to say something. "Don't. Say. Anything. You'll ruin my good mood. And if I so much as hear the words "I told you so," or "that wasn't so hard was it?" I will make sure you won't be able to stand for a bloody year." Bakura flashed a dangerous smile and Yami simply laughed.
"Whatever you say, Bakura, whatever you say." Yami smirked and poked Bakura's shoulder, no longer expecting an extreme retaliation from the Tomb Robber he formally considered an enemy. "It's just good to see you happy for once."
Bakura smiled and turned his eyes to the stage again letting himself fall into the music and lights. Everything finally seemed to have meaning and all his thoughts blessedly paused as he admired the beautiful boy that sang so sweetly. His world, his angel, his life, his hikari.
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Bakura: *does a happy dance* Yay!!!
Ryou: *Blushes* well, that certainly worked out....
LYB: Yes! And now I'm free to ramble! I have decided a few things
1. I will make a 13th chapter to this story! Kind of an epilogue, Mainly because this chapter was running long and there's still something else I want to do! And I may throw in a bit of lemony fluff, I'm not sure. '_^
2. I'm making a YamixYugi sequel with another Goo Goo Dolls CD. In which I'll explain exactly where StarDust Goddess got their name from and what's wrong with poor Yugi :( Do you think I should keep posting the story on Gutterflower, or make a new story for it?
3. The song that Ryou starts to sing in this chapter that Malik inspired is another Goo Goo Dolls song (yeah, go figure) called "Naked" it's on the CD "A boy named Goo" take a listen to it and see if you can figure out why I picked that song for Ryou to sing. ;)
4. I promise to go back and fix all my Grammar errors, I know, I'm awful with grammar and spelling!
5. Nkoah My mother is bartender :) and thank you so much for that compliment, it real did make my day ^_^. I can't say I've been in the situations but I can honestly state how I would feel if I were in them, so I think that helps. Thank you so much!And I may throw lemon in the next chapter.
Read and Review everyone So I know if you liked my experiment into the world of music!
LYB: *Comes running in her arms full* MALIK!! YAMI B!!
Bakura: What do you want little sister?
Malik: *looks out from reading an overly thick book*
LYB: O_o... Malik? What are you reading?
Malik: Beyond Ragnarok, It's about a bunch of Elf's trying to kill all of man kind!
Everyone: O_OU;;
LYB: And your reading this why?
Malik: Because all of us are in the story! At least characters that act and look like us! It's awesome!
LYB: Seriously?
Malik: Sure, look! *everyone crowds around the book* Kevral, although female is freakishly like me, There's a guy in here who a thief and acts exactly like Yami B, there a guy who looks like Seto and acts like Yami called Ra-khir....
Kaiba: That's scary.
LYB: Yeah, anyway... PRESENTS!!!! MALIK AND YAMI B GOT PRESENTS!!
*Malik drops his book and he and Yami B glomp LYB*
YamiB: WHERE??!!
LYB: @_@ here... from blue eyes silver dragon *hands them a flat box wrapped up*
*Yami B and Malik rip of the paper and Yami B starts jumping around in delight.*
Malik: THANKS BLUE EYES!!
YamiB: IT'S AN OUIJI BOARD!!! *he proudly holds up his five ouiji cards then his new gift* NOW I HAVE A REAL ONE TO PLAY WITH!!
Yami: Well, why don't you guys try it out?
*Yami B and Malik sit with the board between them as LYB puts her new huge Bakura/Malik picture on the wall and droolz over it, grinning insanely*
Malik: Will I ever become the ruler of the world?
Ouiji Board: G-O-D-F-O-R-B-I-D
*everyone save Malik sweatdrops*
Kaiba: Smart board...
Malik: STUPID BOARD! YOU LIE!!
YamiB: *grabs the board* Don't touch it!! Myyyy prrreeeecciiiousssss....
LYB: O_o.... anyway, now Questions!! From blue eyes silver dragon!
Ryou: For who?
LYB: Malik and Bakura, first question, how many shots does it take you to get drunk?
Bakura: 11 shots, about that....
Malik: I can take 12 ^_^
LYB: Umm... great to know your proud of that. and Question 2: what kind of dancing do you do?
Kaiba: *whispering to Yami* horizontal polka
Yami: *snickers*
Bakura and Malik: I HEARD THAT!!!!
Bakura: I dunno, is there such a thing as freestyle?
Malik: *shrugs* god only knows, whatever people dance in clubs. I'm not sure...
LYB: Ooookkay.... anyway... Without further ado... chapter 12 of Gutterflower: Truth is a Whisper. Oh yeah and blue eyes silver dragon? Kaiba is in it!!
No funny *'s in this chapter, Ryou is singing the lyrics ^___^
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Truth Is A Whisper
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The first thing Bakura noticed as he set foot inside the club was that he ~knew~ Ryou was there. It was a strange feeling, something he hadn't felt it what seemed like ages and he passed it off as his nervous tension, which was quickly making him frustrated. The second was that the bouncer was about to throw him out again. "Hey you!' The rather large man glared, "I though I told you, you're not welcome here!"
"Well add this to the clouded contour of your brain, I was invited here." Bakura said smartly, glaring daggers at the man who he was quickly developing a personal hate for.
"Bullshit! And I don't care if you were asked here by the bloody Queen of England! You're not coming in this..." He was cut off abruptly as Bakura's fist made direct contact with his jaw and he was blown to the floor.
"That's for calling me a liar." Bakura growled, then he felt a hand on his shoulder as the man on the floor growled and pulled himself up.
"He's with me," Bakura glanced at the person beside him who held up a small white piece of paper. "And I have a pass."
"Who are you?" The man glarred from the floor.
"The bloody Queen of England." Came the smart mouth reply. The bouncer glared at the both of them, but didn't protest as Bakura started to get pulled away. "Come on, Tomb Robber, before you get a restraining order slapped on your wrist."
"You always know how to ruin my fun Pharaoh." He scowled, and kicked the bouncer in the chin for good measure putting the man to his knees in pain again before willingly following Yami. "You know I didn't need your help, Oh Mighty One." he said, giving Yami a smirk.
"Like hell you didn't." Yami replied, rolling his eyes with a smile. "You would have been smoked with out me, my friend."
"Oh Ra!" Bakura hissed and pushed Yami away from him "This is just PERFECT! I have another screwed up friend to hang off my waist like Malik does!" Yami never being one to let opportunity get by jump at Bakura clinging to his torso.
"Bakura!! You do care!!"
"GET OFF OF ME!!" Bakura managed to peel Yami away from him and drop him on the floor. Yami sat there laughing.
"Come on," Yami laughed, raising and brushing himself off and walking to a side table "Let's get a drink shall we? The band doesn't seem ready to go on just yet."
"A drink?" Bakura questioned, following and sitting down beside him. "I swear to Seckmet I've never met anyone who likes to drink like you, you must have a beer belly the size of China" He poked Yami's stomach, staring at it with childish fascination. "Is that why you wear so many buckles? To keep your gut in?" Oh course he actually had no gut at all and was rather toned Bakura discovered as he continued to annoyingly poke at Yami's tummy. Yami flicked Bakura in the noise. "Ow! That hurt!"
"Hands off the leather." Yami stated, brushing fake dirt from where Bakura was prodding him.
"Your so fucking vain." Bakura said, rolling his eyes. "Where's the rest of your entourage?" he asked, looking around. Yami waved his hand toward the table Bakura had seen them all sitting at the first time he entered the club so long ago. Four of the group sat there, waiting for the band. Both Tea and Tristan seemed hyperactive, Tea was talking at Kaiba while Tristan seemed intent on hitting on Isis. Neither Isis or Kaiba seemed very amused.
"It's a pretty odd thing when I find YOU less annoying then THEM." Yami said, a mocking tone on his voice. Bakura nodded slowly.
"What the hell is wrong with Tristan?"
"Ra only knows." Yami stated rather blandly then motioned to the stage, "The band is coming out." Bakura quickly turned his gaze, scanning the platform for the boy he had secretly come to adore and spotted him stepped back from the spotlight on the lead mike, as if he were scared to approach it. Bakura had to fight the urge to drool looking at him, Ryou was dressed in leather pants and the white silk shirt he had seen the night before, only it was buttoned up and hung loosely over the black pants.
Malik straightened the strap of his guitar as he stepped forward to his own mike. "Hey everyone, and welcome to this CLOSED performance of Star Dust Goddess. Thank God this was a buy your ticket in advanced thing, this place would be mobbed." The crowd screamed with delight.
"Popular aren't they?" Bakura said, raising a brow. Yami nodded.
"This show has been booked solid since "Here is Gone" hit the radio. The club only lets in a certain amount of people a night, that's why it's not such a big crowd tonight. You had to get a pass."
"Well I got in okay."
"Only because I have a pass and can bring a guest."
"Oh lucky you, your Highness."
Malik let his eyes scan the crowd and gave a suggestive grin "A special welcome to all the ladies." Bakura was sure that amid the roar of screams that this induced, a few girls fainted; the seemed to like Malik enough. Bakura rolled his eyes it was then he realized Malik had spotted him. "Oh hi there!" Malik smiled and waved childishly, "You decided to come after all! Doesn't it feel good to listen to me?" Bakura offered a fake smile and gave him the finger. Yami started laughing uncontrollably. Bakura let his eye glance back at the white haired boy still standing in the shadows and for a moment their eyes locked, then they both looked away, slightly embarrassed. Malik had meanwhile turned back to the crowd "Okay then, let's get this show started, oh and Tristan if you move on inch closer to my sister like your about to I will rip off all of your appendages one by one and that includes your third leg." All of which Malik said with a dangerously pleasant smile on his face, making Tristan exceedingly nervous. Everyone in the club save Malik, Isis and Tristan started laughing hysterically and Isis turned, shocked to see just how close Tristan was to her, then promptly slapped him. She got up quickly and grabbed Kaiba by the arm dragging him off to sit with Yami and Bakura.
"At least you two are relatively sane!" she said sitting down next to Bakura as Kaiba pulled up a chair beside Yami.
"You are aware Yami Bakura is sitting beside you right?" Kaiba smirked. Bakura put on his best master-of-all-evil face and Yami rolled his eyes.
"You try living with Malik, you'll have a new definition of sanity." She cupped her hands over he mouth and yelled loudly up to the stage, "Malik Ishtar if you don't stop embarrassing me at these concerts I'm going to stop coming!!"
"I love you too, Isis." Malik smirked.
"You know you have highly selective hearing little brother!!" She replied smartly.
"Yes I know I'm hot and amazingly sexy, thank you!" Malik smiled broadly and winked at her. Isis grumbled and whacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Our first song is brand new, only written today by Ryou and he refuses to tell us the words." Malik looked at Ryou, "You even have words?" Ryou shook his head and stepped into the light, Bakura nearly sighed seeing the boy glow in the warmth of the stage lights.
"Of course." Ryou said to the microphone as he dangled a piece of paper in front of Malik. "Right here." He put the paper back in his pocket.
"Is everyone ready?" Malik said to the band, but he looked at Ryou as he said it and he waited patiently until, after a moment of staring at some imaginary stain on the wood floor, Ryou nodded and moved to his microphone.
He stood proudly, arms held the slightest bit from his sides; then, the music moved, a dark and ever shifting piece. It pounded down through the stage and out on to the blackness of the floor, blurring past him in a rush and he raised his arm slightly feeling it pick him up and give him a new life and depth he could never reach at other times as it painted the dance floor in it's warped heavy color. Ryou moved into the music, letting the world his song created in his mind come alive, every thought and feeling. The music had a desperation to it, a demanding, frantic nature. Yes, Ryou smiled, he had captured his emotions on the music. Bakura watched Ryou thoughtfully, letting the sound come around him and nip his soul; a dozen little sets of hands pulling at him, reaching out and beckoning him forward, but he refused to follow just yet. The demonic angel music dropped off to a lower more set pace that cast shadows of doubt through the mind, and into this emotional set of doubt and fear. Bakura raised his head, a sixth sense whispered a power to him and he wondered vaguely why he felt the urge to listen, something linked to his mind, telling him this was a gift. It was an echo from somewhere, a soul, it reminded him of Ryou's mind, the way it swirled and swung deep into complex thoughts. Ryou let his voice come out, the words forming on his lips, giving explanation to the music.
"Truth is a whisper and only a choice...
Nobody hears above this noise..."
Ryou's voice rose up in pure turning rhythm, his voice had a firmness that seemed to slip the boy by when he was simply talking. The music was a release and made his thoughts and words one in the same, it was never more clear to Bakura how much Ryou depended on this way of communicating, the only way he could get out what he was thinking. Bakura raised his head, listening, and smiled distantly, yes, that seemed so true. The truth was so obscure who would ever know it? Still the song ventured on, letting Bakura see into his hikari's mind:
"It's always a risk when you try and believe, in something
I know there's so much more than me...Yeah ...
And I got caught in the ruse of the world,
It's just a promise no one ever keeps...
And now it's changing while you sleep,
And no one here can see.
You know all I am...
Feel this moment in you.
You know all I am...
Can you teach me to believe in something?"
Ryou cast a glance at Bakura on the last line and Bakura felt something stir inside him and he slowly stood up, it was like he could feel the thoughts as well as hear them. He understood; this song wasn't about him, it was for him. A message to him, an explanation. Everything he wanted to tell him, it was coming out. The words rung in Bakura's mind echoing what Ryou had asked him the night before, Can you teach me to believe in something like you do? Bakura walked forward slightly, "Where are you going?" Yami said softly, following Bakura with his eyes. Bakura just raised a hand slowly for silence and let his eyes fix on the singing angel, starting forward again. The lights realigned themselves, casting a blue glow across Ryou's silver feature, making his pale hand that grasped the microphone glow. A new verse started to form on the boy's lips:
"Sometimes you choke on the smell just to breathe.
I need to question what I need..."
Ryou raised his eyes and looked at the white haired spirit standing solemnly in the center of the room, perfectly still, gazing up to the stage, his face blank. The people on the floor danced around him oblivious, likewise, Bakura seemed to be a darkness amid them, a perfect stillness. It took Ryou's breath away for a moment to see him there, almost as if he were some sort of fallen angel about to unfurl his wings and claim a place of power in this smaller version of hell. The world the music made with nothing to fear and nothing to lose. The song was his and it was as if the world between them had vanished. His eyes locked and narrowed on his darker's, moving into the theatrics of the stage, letting the music taking him back into his message, his voice firm.
"Rhythm of silence
That beats through your mind...
Still you forget what you deny."
Ryou smirked slightly and tapped his finger at Bakura in a tisk-tisk motion as he stated his last line. Bakura inwardly laughed at the gesture to the lyrics before Ryou twisted himself into the music, letting himself sway slightly. He swung out his arm slightly from his side and stepped forward quickly and gracefully, taking the microphone into his hands. He was caught in his own revelation, and let his movement echo his voice. Bakura let his gaze flick across the stage, everyone in the band seemed mildly confused at Ryou's choice of words and his new found enthusiasm, though Malik just seemed impressed.
"And I got caught in the ruse of the world.
It's just a promise no one keeps...
And now it's changing while we sleep,
And no one here can see."
One more Ryou made his point by locking his eyes on Bakura and gesturing abruptly toward the other people on the stage. Though Malik seemed quite willing to accept Ryou's lyric, the rest of the band looked at Yugi curiously for an explanation; Yugi shrugged, looking perplexed. Bakura smiled a bit and stepped forward slightly, drawn to the music and Ryou's motions like a magnet. The words were becoming much more forceful now, a teasing thought, a question that would need to be answered.
"You know all I am...
Feel this moment in you,
You know all I am...
Can you teach me to believe in something?"
A new fury came out of Ryou, he set his eyes firm on the silent spirit who stood manifestly out on the floor before him. Catching the moment of truth, what would define them, and Ryou spread open his arms in a gesture of peace but at the same time turned his head away slightly to show wariness, his eyes caught the light and sparkled with honest questioning.
"Who's the one you answer to?
Do you listen when he speaks?
Or is everything for you?
And do you find it hard to sleep?
Or is it easy on your own?
Will you ever find some peace
Before you're gone......"
Bakura tilted his head as the music slid into a simple stillness, thinking, reflecting. The questions really had no answer but still they lingered, the very questions that made him struggle onward everyday when he could just as easily stubbornly sit down and give up. The boy's eyes fell on him again, echoing questions and a suspended misery pending the answers. The music started to build again, coming back to the way it was before and Bakura recognized it as reflecting how his lights mind ended up coming back to the same set of questions and thoughts. Ryou retched his right hand out towards his dark double, pleading for his acceptance. The music rose, building itself slowly as if coming to some sort of powerful conclusion.
"You know all I am...
Feel this moment in you,
You know all I am...
Can you teach me to believe in something ? ... ... …"
Ryou's voice trailed and so did the music, it came to no conclusion as the building suggested, it dropped off abruptly and teasingly in a type of suspended unfinished thought. Ryou's arm dropped down to his side. Once more it seemed like they were the only two people in the room, staring at each other. Only unlike the first time a song passed between them, neither felt the needed to do anything, for the moment there was a peace there. Everything that needed to said had been said and everything that needed to be answered was answered with a light silence. An understanding passed between them. It was Bakura who broke the stillness, but remained oblivious to the crowd that seemed to have parted between himself and the stage, looking over the situation with curiosity. Bakura felt for once no need to show stubborn pride, and assailed slighted at the thought that he wasn't showing it out of stubborn pride; simply to prove to Ryou that he could. He raised his left hand upward as if to help the silver angel down from the stage, but the distance between them made it impossible. Obligingly Ryou knelt down and half slid, half-jumped down from the platform.
"Ryou?" Mai questioned, but found a small hand placed on her arm, holding her back.
"No," Yugi said gently, "Let him go. They need to settle this on their own terms... without anyone past or present between them." Malik gave Yugi an appresative look and nodded. Yugi offered a sad smile and turned to look at the two doubles near by.
Bakura lowered his arm and jammed his hands into his pockets, looking thoughtful. Ryou made his way toward him, the boys face fixed in look of fearful expectant apprehension as he stopped in front of the dark spirit. They watched each other a moment, chocolate locked on dark as if they were trying to read each others thoughts before saying anything. Bakura smiled softly, almost sympathetically, and odd expression for him, but his face still kept the dark qualities that made him look so decidedly sharp; Ryou relaxed a bit and tipped his down slightly a shy, embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks under the gaze. "You looked good." Bakura said finally, bring a hand up to brush a few strains of hair from the boy's face. "Your voice is pure."
Ryou leaned his head into the touch and Bakura let his fingers play with the silky white locks. "You think?" he asked softly. Bakura nodded slowly and Ryou swallowed. "It was for you, you know. Everything for you..."
"I know." Bakura said gently but his face saddened and raised his free hand to the Ryou's face, moving close to him. "Forgive me." He said softly in such a low voice Ryou could barely hear as he ran his thumb over the boy's jaw line. He gazed at Ryou pleading. "I never meant for it to happen, please believe I never meant to fall in love with you, I never meant to put you through hell because of it. Forgive me for being weak and afraid. Your right Ryou, I fear it, and I listen to it even now when I have no reason to, but everyone I tried to love has betrayed me. You were the only thing that kept me going after the spirit of the rod was banished, and I betrayed that, I hurt you and I shouldn't have put that pain on you. But please believe that I did care. Forgive me for being afraid of you, forgive me for being so weak, for not being able to go on like you do. Please," He buried his face in Ryou hair, "Forgive me for loving you." he whispered softly in Ryou's ear, sending a warm feeling of peace through the youth, he wrapped his arms around the spirit holding him.
"How can I forgive you from something that's not your fault?" Ryou said finally, resting his head on Bakura's shoulder. "I can't ask for anything more from you when I know what I've wanted to know, that you love me the way I've loved you. Why do I have to forgive you for something that I wanted. It's all I've wanted from the beginning and there's nothing else I need. But if it will make you feel any better, your not weak, you were never weak. I was the one who decided to give up, remember? I was the one who didn't know what I needed. Forgive me for believing the lies and getting caught up in it."
Bakura stepped back to looked at him and once more an understanding passed between them. "So we forgive each other then?"
Ryou smiled, his eyes gentle and loving and he reached behind him under the shirt he was wearing and produced a gold object, holding it out between them like it was an offer. A golden hoop that dripped five tear-drop pointed. "Always." Ryou smiled. "We were destined to find each other weren't we? I help you to go on, you help me to have hope and faith, dark and light..."
"...yami and hikari." Bakura finished, touching the ring thoughtfully "But, I thought..."
"I let Yugi throw it away?" Bakura nodded, looking at his light curiously. Ryou smiled and shook his head, then pressed the ring into Bakura's hand before removing his own "Well, Yami talked some sense into me, and I guess I decided to get it back. I think I scared Yami though when I jumped in."
"Oh really?" Bakura cast a smirk at Yami, who was just watching off to the side with a casual smile, and Yami just smiled and shrugged.
"Yeah." Ryou smiled shyly and blushed a bit, Bakura thought he looked adorable and put a hand of his cheek. "The leather was no good anymore," Ryou said, gesturing to the ring in Bakura's hand "It kind of crumbled when I took it out of the water and started to clean it." Bakura looked at it thoughtfully then reached up behind his neck removing the gold chain from around his throat and strung it through the loop at the top of the ring. "What's that?" Ryou asked curiously.
"It was my mothers." Bakura answered taking Ryou gently by the wrist. He placed the ring in Ryou's hand, and closed the boy's fingers around the ring, then pressed Ryou's hands gently to his chest, "Take it, it's yours, if you'll still have me."
Ryou looked up at Bakura a moment, "But, this chain?"
"Yours." Bakura smiled and nodded, letting his hand fall away. Ryou looked at the ring a moment and smiled shyly, fastening it around his neck. The ring fell charmingly around his throat, seeming right at home again against his chest and Ryou felt a completeness come over him, a feeling of being loved and missed. //Welcome back, hikari.//
/YAMI!/ Ryou cried through the restablished link and threw his arms around Bakura's waist, nearly knocking him over. Bakura laughed and wrapped his arms about his hikari's waist, lifting him up and swinging him around a full circle before placing him back on his feet. He cupped the boy's face in his hands and leaned down, catching Ryou's lips in soft and powerful kiss. Ryou twined his arms around Bakura's neck and returned the passionate kiss, letting his yami pull him tight against his body.
/umm... yami?.../
"Mmm?" Bakura mumbled into the kiss, running his fingers through Ryou's hair.
/we have an audience.../ Bakura let the kiss break and looked down at his smiling hikari, then glanced around, indeed the whole club seemed focused on them and a number of them were cheering. Isis was smiling, Yami too seemed rather pleased. Kaiba just looked amused and when he saw Bakura looking at him he clapped his hand a few times smartly, so Bakura just grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Do you mind, Bakura?" a smart voice said over the microphone. Bakura turned and looked up at the stage to see a certain Egyptian standing, looking at him as if to say ha!-I-told-you-so! "Can we have our singer back now?"
"Fuck you, Ishtar!" Bakura called back, "Can't you see I'm busy!" he finished, pulling Ryou to him, kissing him once again, he jokingly thought he could get addicted to this. Ryou laughed slightly as the kiss and blushed as more then a few people in the club laughed.
"Kinda hard to do a show when your shoving your tounge down our singers throat!" Malik retorted, looking smart.
"First of all I'm not tounging him; Second of all, if you want a singer so bad why don't You sing!" Bakura answered back sharply.
"Ummm..... no." Malik replied smartly. Bakura shook his head and planted a kiss on Ryou's forehead.
//I think you're needed on stage// Bakura mentally smiled. Ryou nodded and Bakura let him slip away to run back to the platform to his microphone once again. //Hikari?//
/Yes?/
There was a bit of a pause before Bakura answered, Ryou could have swore he heard a bit of nervousness in his darker's voice through the link. //Will you come home after the show?//
Ryou let an elated smile cross his face. The question seemed so innocent but they were the best words Ryou had heard since the stormy night when he ran away. /Of course Yami, of course I'm coming home./ Bakura smiled and let the words sooth whatever fears he had left. /I might be a bit late, I have to get my guitar./
//Do you want me to come with you?//
Ryou laughed a bit and smiled /No, don't wait up. I'll be home as soon as I'm done here, I'll see you there, okay? And we can talk a bit, if you want. But I promise, I'm coming home./
//Okay, Koi//
Ryou felt himself flush a bit and stepped up to the microphone, another song had started to play. Something Malik had given him the idea for sometime ago. It had started as just a bunch of random thoughts scribbled on a page, but Ryou had refined it into a lyrical form that Malik seemed extremely please with.
"Yeah I'm fading,
And I call out,
No one hears me
Never dreamed, never felt, never thought I'd
Say a word..."
The crowd had gone back to dancing, falling into the music world that the music made for them and Bakura watched them move as he sat back down with Yami. For this blessed moment he felt peaceful, and he no longer was dreading the possibly of showing his abiou exactly what he had written on the bedroom wall since he had gotten his paints. He put his elbows on the table and folded his hands, then cast a death glare at Kaiba who had glanced at him and started to snicker. Kaiba stopped his repressed laughter but kept smiling and Isis cracked him on the back of the head.
"Be good Kaiba!" She scowled.
"Hey!" Kaiba growled, rubbing his head where she had struck him. Bakura offered his dark amused laugh.
Bakura's sixth sense told him Yami was about to speak to him and Bakura abruptly raised his hand and glanced at the pharaoh, sure enough, he was poised to say something. "Don't. Say. Anything. You'll ruin my good mood. And if I so much as hear the words "I told you so," or "that wasn't so hard was it?" I will make sure you won't be able to stand for a bloody year." Bakura flashed a dangerous smile and Yami simply laughed.
"Whatever you say, Bakura, whatever you say." Yami smirked and poked Bakura's shoulder, no longer expecting an extreme retaliation from the Tomb Robber he formally considered an enemy. "It's just good to see you happy for once."
Bakura smiled and turned his eyes to the stage again letting himself fall into the music and lights. Everything finally seemed to have meaning and all his thoughts blessedly paused as he admired the beautiful boy that sang so sweetly. His world, his angel, his life, his hikari.
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Bakura: *does a happy dance* Yay!!!
Ryou: *Blushes* well, that certainly worked out....
LYB: Yes! And now I'm free to ramble! I have decided a few things
1. I will make a 13th chapter to this story! Kind of an epilogue, Mainly because this chapter was running long and there's still something else I want to do! And I may throw in a bit of lemony fluff, I'm not sure. '_^
2. I'm making a YamixYugi sequel with another Goo Goo Dolls CD. In which I'll explain exactly where StarDust Goddess got their name from and what's wrong with poor Yugi :( Do you think I should keep posting the story on Gutterflower, or make a new story for it?
3. The song that Ryou starts to sing in this chapter that Malik inspired is another Goo Goo Dolls song (yeah, go figure) called "Naked" it's on the CD "A boy named Goo" take a listen to it and see if you can figure out why I picked that song for Ryou to sing. ;)
4. I promise to go back and fix all my Grammar errors, I know, I'm awful with grammar and spelling!
5. Nkoah My mother is bartender :) and thank you so much for that compliment, it real did make my day ^_^. I can't say I've been in the situations but I can honestly state how I would feel if I were in them, so I think that helps. Thank you so much!And I may throw lemon in the next chapter.
Read and Review everyone So I know if you liked my experiment into the world of music!