*eyes pop out of their sockets* O... M... R... THANK YOU!! I never dreamed I'd get such a response! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! *is so happy she's dancing around making a fool of herself* Um... Yeah... On with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Matchbox 20, which really sucks but that's life.
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'What did I do?' Ryou asked himself. Staring blankly around him, he sat down in a chair at the table. 'What... what did I do?' Covering his face with his hands, he sobbed until sleep overtook him again.
~He said I don't know why you ever would lie to me~
Bakura's POV
I snuck in through the secret passage I found earlier that day. I was in the tomb of one of the wealthiest- well, used to be wealthiest- merchants in Ancient Egypt. Gold was everywhere. There were daggers with jewel encrusted hilts, pots filled to the brim with gold coins, and many other treasures. The thing that caught my eye was a beautiful sword standing point down in the middle of the tomb. The hilt was silver with a ruby inlaid in the end. Set into the blade itself, a charming snake twined around the sword. The tail of the snake lay near the hilt of the blade, and the head continued to the point. Its eyes were clear rubies, ground perfectly to match each other in every single detail.
I smiled and greedily rubbed my hands. "Just what I've been looking for..." I whispered as I approached the sword in the ground. Just as I'm about to grab the hilt, I hear someone call out.
"You there! Stop!" I look toward the entrance and see none other than the Pharaoh and his guards. The Pharaoh is holding a strange golden ring pendant. On it were several cone shaped dangles, and in the center was an unfamiliar symbol. I was mesmerized by the pendant. I had to have it. I started to walk up to the Pharaoh with an air of confidence.
"I have just come to pay my respects to my old friend." I tell them, still approaching the rotten Pharaoh with tri-colored hair. (A/N: Yes, the Pharaoh is Yami but I don't know his name other than "Yami" and I didn't like that for a Pharaoh's name, so I'm using literary license. I also don't know how Ancient Egyptians paid respects to the dead; therefore I'm using the literary license thing again.)
Seeming to sense what I was up to, the Pharaoh held the ring straight in front of him. His mouth starts to move, but all I can understand is a loud, deep, ominous chanting in some unknown language. Then I feel it. It feels like giant hooks dig into my chest. Then they pull apart. I scream, which makes me angry for I do not scream from pain. I never have. Until now. Then there was a 'pop' and my body fell, and blackness covered me like a blanket.
"Yami..." I hear a faint and familiar voice whisper. Vaguely I notice that I am being gently shaken awake. I snap my head up quickly and see Ryou jump back from me.
'He's awake!' A joyous part of me exclaims. I shake my head mentally. 'Stop it! You hate him! You don't care about him!' I narrow my eyes so I look angry and my angel's eyes widen.
"What are you doing?" I slur.
"I- I- um..." My feeble hikari stutters.
"'I- I- um...' What?!" I rudely mimic.
As my lovely white-haired angel opens his mouth to reply, I panic. Afraid of what he might say, I slap him across his cheek. I see Ryou grasp for a chair and step back to avoid falling.
'Fuck!' I curse at myself and I can feel the emotion in my eyes change from angry to worry. 'Quick! Do something!' I scream at myself. I can't let him see that I care. I'm not supposed to care.
Heeding my own advice, I threaten him, "Don't you every do that again."
"Yes Bakura," I hear Ryou reply sadly. I can't bear to look at him after what I just did. "I won't do it again."
'Say something!' I find nothing else to say and I storm past Ryou and disappear into my soul room.
~Like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya~
Bakura fell onto the bed in his spirit room, face first.
'Why did I do that?' He questioned himself. 'Why did I hit him again after what I had just done?'
Letting out a growl of frustration and anger, Bakura rolled onto his back. 'Stop it!' He disciplines. 'You're not weak! He's the pitiable one! Not you!'
Still arguing with himself he paces around the floor of his spirit room. He continued pacing for hours until he had to get out.
He appeared exactly where he had disappeared hours earlier. Ryou was up making breakfast. Grabbing his jacket, the dark of the two headed towards the door.
"Bakura?" Ryou hesitantly calls out. "Where... where are you going?" He asks. Big mistake.
"Where am I going?!" Bakura bellowed. "Where am I going?!" Bakura quickly crossed the space between him and Ryou. Balling his hand into a fist, the dark punched his light in his stomach. Ryou doubled over from pain and gasped to take in breath. Bakura raised his hand as if he were about to back-hand Ryou. "Don't you ever question me!"
Ryou winced and braced himself. The blow never came. Hearing the door open, then close, he looked up and at the door. He then looked around, and seeing no sign of Bakura, he straightened and leaned on the counter for support as he breathed a few deep breaths.
'Don't cry.' He commanded. 'That will only prove that you are weak!'
But he couldn't help it. He sat down on the kitchen floor and sobbed like he had never sobbed before. He sobbed for his physical pain, he sobbed for his emotional pain, and he sobbed because of the love he poured out for Bakura and the hate that he received back.
~And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me~
Bakura's POV
"Don't you ever question me!" I order. My hand was raised for me to back-hand my precious light. But then... He winced.
'Get out of here while you still can without killing the boy.' The first reasonable suggestion tells me. I grit my teeth and turn to leave. The keys to the car and my jacket are lying on the counter so I pick them up and go angrily out the door, slamming it behind me. Resisting the urge to look back through the window at the poor heavenly being standing in the kitchen, I get into the car. (A/N: I have no knowledge of cars; therefore the car will just be "the car")
For a few minutes, I just sit there. 'Where do I go?' I wonder. I just wanted to stay there. I wanted to go inside and hold my Ryou and tell him it would be okay. I wanted to tell him that I didn't mean to and I didn't want to hit him. My anger wouldn't allow me to. I was angry at myself for being so feeble-minded lately. My mind made up, I put the key in the ignition and zoom out of the driveway. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care. All I knew is that I couldn't be near Ryou.
~ You couldn't stand to be near me~
Ryou's POV
I sniffled.
'How long have I been crying?' Time doesn't seem to matter anymore, though. Just as a dream passes, time goes by and keeping track of it only drives you crazy. I glance at the clock.
'Shit!' I panic. The bus for school leaves in fifteen minutes and I still hadn't gotten ready. I race through the house, throwing on my uniform and gathering my books. I grab an apple as I race out the door to get to the bus stop in time.
Just as the bus reaches my stop, I arrive. I scurry up the steps and sit in the first empty seat I come across. I set my books next to me and stare out the window at the passing scenery. I sigh as I think of the work that awaits me at school.
'Oh well,' I think in gloom, 'Nothing I can do about it.' With that, I relaxed a bit more and eat my apple while I watch the outside world pass by. 'It's going to be a long day.'
Bakura's POV
"I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you, I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you..."
The song blared through the car speakers.
I smirk. 'Literally,' I think to myself. I see a stop sign but pay no heed to it. A car going through the intersection at the same time almost hits me and my adrenaline is pumping. Just to get things going, I honk at them and throw a string of Egyptian curses their way.
"Where the hell am I going?" I ask out loud to an invisible passenger who can't answer. 'Hm...' I spot a school with a sign out front reading "Domino High School." 'Buses are pulling in... I'll go there to pass some time.'
I pull into the student parking lot and park in an empty spot near the entrance. I climb out of the car and lean against it, watching. A bus pulls up and I watch as teens of all ages get off and head into school. 'I wonder if Ryou-' I begin, 'No! Cut it out! Stupid! If he knew you were going weak- if anyone knew... They can't know! What are you? A pansy?'
There was no Ryou by the time the bus pulled off, though.
Ryou's POV
My apple gone, I sit back and wait to get to school. I want off this bus! I just don't want to get off at school.
'Ah!' I sigh in relief. 'The school.' I start to gather up my books so I can get off quickly. The bus stops and the doors open. I stand up and make my way to the front. Looking out the windows I notice that a sprinkler on the grass edging the concrete was broken and the grass was flooded.
'Things are always breaking around here.' I thought dismally.
I get off the bus and step onto the hard concrete. As I'm making my way up to the doors, I feel someone shove me from behind. I try not to lose my balance, but I fall forward. Straight into the flooded grass. People were laughing. I push my head up to look around, and in the parking lot I see none other than my yami. Bakura, my dark, my demon, was standing against the car. His face wrinkles, as if in disgust, and he turns to get into the car. I manage to get into a kneeling position, and I just sit there, staring at him.
~When my face don't seem to want to shine~
/Yami.../ I mind-call feebly.
He pauses as he's getting into the car. His head turns to the side and his eyes look my way.
//Pitiful.// is all he says back.
~Cuz it's a little bit dirty well~
My eyes burn with tears as he gets into the car and drives off to who knows where. For the second time that day I am sitting by myself crying. Fresh tear tracks carve through the muddy water on my face. Though there are tons of people around me, I'm so alone. So miserably alone.
Bakura's POV
Another bus pulls up. The third since I have been here. The doors open and several kids get out, laughing and smiling. Then, a white haired boy steps off the bus. 'Ryou.' I confirm.
My snow-haired angel takes a few steps along the solid walkway, when I notice a larger boy come up behind him, his arms and hands poised as if he were about to push my light.
'Behind you!' I wanted to call out. But no, that would show I'm here, and it would make him think I care. I can't say anything. I can just watch.
The large brunette shoves my heavenly angel into the mucky water on the grass. I hear laughter coming from many of the teens around. I wanted to banish the teen's soul to the shadow-realm, but again, that would give off my presence and make it seem like I care.
My angel looks up and around, muddy water dripping off his face.
~ Don't just stand there, say nice things to me~
Seeing the mess that the older teen made of my beautiful light, my face wrinkles in hatred. I turn to get into the car, awfully aware of his eyes on me.
/Yami.../ He calls to me in a mind-voice that reeks of fear.
~I've been cheated I've been wronged,~
I turn my head to look at him sideways. 'Think.' I order myself. 'Think of something.'
//Pitiful.// I disapprovingly call back. I grit my teeth to stop from turning around and going to him. It hurt to see him in such humiliation and it hurt to know that I can't let on that I might give a fuck about him.
~ And you, you don't know me, I can't change~
I enter the car and drive off, leaving my brown eyed angel on the ground with mud dripping off his face.
~I won't do anything at all~
Again, Bakura doesn't know where he is going. He doesn't want to know where he is going. He just wants adrenaline. He wants to fly free and narrowly escape death to get his mind off things.
He drove around at twenty miles over the speed limit for a while, but that just wasn't cutting it. 'I need to go faster!' He rages. He speeds up. Thirty miles over... Forty miles over... Fifty miles over... Sixty miles over...
Though his heart was racing, he kept going faster and faster. He came to a busy four way stop. But he didn't slow down. 'Not now. Not ever.' He promises. The light is red. Did he care? Of course not. Lights meant nothing. He sped through. Or he thought he would make it through.
Coming straight at him on the passenger side was a large truck, nearly doubling the size of his car. He didn't even notice it. The driver slammed on the brakes, but not fast enough. He plowed straight into the passenger side of Bakura's vehicle.
//RYOU!// He calls out. Then blackness took him.
~ I wanna push you around, I will, I will
I wanna push you down, I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted,
I wanna take you for granted I will~
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Okay! That's it for now! Aren't I evil?!! A nice little cliffie for you! The next chapter will be my last. Then I hafta yell at Byron (my muse) to give me another idea, just hopefully not this strong of an idea (many hours of homework were put off to write it because of Byron's persistence). I'm not exactly thrilled with how this chapter turned out so I might tweak it around a little bit, but I doubt it. Byron seems to like it. Let's just hope that you do too!
