**Starlight**
Author's Muse: Truly, I thank the people who took their time to read this. Each review allows me to work harder and write more and more J
Summary: In this fic, Yami Bakura is a nice guy. Yawp… and… uhh… that's about it :)
Chapter 2
"Do you love Kaiba? As in with… passion, I guess…"
Lost at words, Ryou only blinked his large brown eyes and asked, "Do I love Seto?"
Bakura frowned, he really didn't like having his question thrown back at him, but he nodded in an affirmative manner. Ryou pulled back, kneeling on the floor, and said, "Of course… why would I not?"
"Just wondering," the dark one quickly brushed off the sudden twist in his stomach. Ryou watched as Bakura stood up and headed for the door.
"Bakura? Where are you going? It's late…"
"I can see that it's late, Ryou."
Ryou flinched at the sudden caustic tone, watching silently as his Yami opened the door and left without a word. Bakura… Ryou's thoughts trailed off.
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The proud and impassive form crumbled at each step Bakura took, each shake of his shoulders wreaking slight convulsion. The walls had collapsed and the fortress had fallen, the delicacy of his heart and sanity only waiting to be taken away.
He couldn't help but love Ryou. Ryou was everything he was, while he was all that Bakura wasn't. The soft and delicate skin, the innocent brown eyes - the veil of smiles over what dark feelings that may lay at his heart – always leaving him speechless and vulnerable against the harsh attacks the world may have for him.
Lifting his head, Bakura noticed a tall and prominent figure perched up on a branch, against the solitary moon. The crimson of the eyes caught the dim light of the moon, a smirk etched on the magnificent face.
"Why look so morose on such lovely night, Bakura?"
With grace Yami leapt from the high branch, Bakura stepping back. With suspicion, Bakura leveled his eyes to the Pharaoh's, pride clashing against pride. With a deceptive smirk, Bakura asked, "What are you talking about, Pharaoh? I've never felt better."
"Oh really?" The doubtful tone in Yami's voice only intensified, his hand reaching out to Bakura's face to wipe a droplet of tear away. "Then why the unnecessary tears?"
With a dignified smirk, Bakura slapped away the hand and said, "I don't cry. I'm not weak, unlike you."
The reprimanded hand sought after Bakura once more, a vicious grip fixing itself at the white strands. Pulling the slightly shocked face closer, Yami lowered his voice to a whisper, "You're afraid, Bakura. You're afraid of being alone, while the fact is… you are alone as of now. You want someone, you need someone… you want Ryou to be there for you forever… Face it, he'll fade away someday, leaving you alone. What will you do then?"
In the midst of his thoughts, Bakura felt warm lips touch his own, only to crush against his with more force after a moment. The fingers loosened themselves from the strands of hair momentarily, only to fix a much harsher grip.
Yami…?
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Author's comment:
Another rather short chapter, isn't it? hehehehe… please R&R! Reviews make me feel so… I don't know.. happy!