Due to popular demand, by both humans and angel muses alike, chapter three is here! Yes, one day after uploading chapter two, chapter three has been written!
You people really like it?! Why? I honestly think that it isn't very good and it's kinda confusing... Oh well! If it's what you like... Um... Thank you for reviewing! After this chapter I am going to put up a reply to all my reviewers. I'm just way too lazy to do it right now. Oh yeah! I'm kind of suffering from a mild case of writer's block. I know what I'm going to do, but I don't know how exactly it will fit together, so if this chapter is a bit choppy, let me know and I'll try to redo it. Just because I'm easily bored, I might make an alternative ending, but I'm not sure yet.
Disclaimer: I own all! Everything belongs to me! You cannot have my Matchbox 20 or my Yu-Gi-Oh! Especially not the Yamis! You just can't have them!
Real Disclaimer: Okay, okay. You caught me. I really don't own Matchbox 20. I really don't own their songs. I really don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the beautiful Yamis, but that won't stop me from using the characters from Yu-Gi-Oh and the songs from Matchbox 20 to write my own story! Oh yeah! I don't own English Literature classes and I don't own any of the information that Ryou receives in class. I went on a college view weekend tour thingy and that's what they were teaching. I found it interesting, so I put it in the fic. Go read the good stuff now!
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Ryou's POV
The bell rings, signaling it's time to go to class. English Literature is first. My first class is my elective of the day. I've always been somewhat fascinated by it, therefore I wanted to learn more about it. I snatch up my books and start running. I get into class just in time, right before the second bell rings. Putting my stuff on my desk in the back of the class room, I sit down and wait for Mr. Horner, the teacher, to officially start class.
Before he does, he must have noticed the mess I am. He comes over to me and speaks softly, "Ryou, what happened?"
Staring at my hands I say, "I fell, sir." I'm too ashamed to tell him that I was shoved on purpose. "It was just a clumsy little mistake."
He studied me for a minute (A/N: Stop thinking like that! You sick minded people! He's just concerned for the well being of his student! Sheesh!) before replying, "I see... Why don't you go to the restroom and clean up?"
I nod in agreement and stand up, somewhat uncomprehendingly. I go around the back and sides of the class room and exit through the only door. My feet are taking my to the restroom, while my mind has no idea what is going on. When I reach the restroom, I look in a mirror and see what a mess I am.
'No wonder he drove off.' I think miserably. I pull some paper towels out of the dispenser and wet them down. I wipe my face down thoroughly, then splash water on my face to rinse it. I look down at my shirt and try to think of a way to clean that up. There is none so I just leave it be. I run my fingers through my hair, which doesn't look too bad, and make my way back to class.
We're talking about the Four Humors, and they apparently determine your moods. It's somewhat interesting. The theory is that if someone has an over abundance of blood, they are angered easily and called choleric. If a person has an over abundance of phlegm, they are phlegmatic and emotionless. If a person has an over abundance of yellow bile, they are sanguine and energetic or hyper. Lastly, if there is a profusion of black bile, the person is called melancholic and is quiet, philosophical, and sad.
Melancholic is represented by the color black, choleric is red, phlegmatic is green, and sanguine is yellow. A mix between choleric and melancholic makes the person dry. Sanguine and choleric make the person hot, while sanguine and phlegmatic makes them moist. A mix between phlegmatic and melancholic makes the person cold.
My thoughts drift as Mr. Horner changes topics. 'Bakura... He is definitely phlegmatic and choleric. What color would that make him? Orange... what "climate" type thing would that make him? I don't know.' Absentmindedly I hear the bell ring. I gather up my notes and books and carry head to my next class. Algebra.
Again, I sit in the back of the class. Our teacher is an old lady named Mrs. Hikoshi (A/N: I'm bad with names, work with me here!). She's nice enough, but she's not in very good control of her classes. Her voice is also very monotonous.
I try to stay awake, but I'm so exhausted. My head slowly drifts down to my desk and my eyelids close.
//RYOU!//
I nearly jump out of my seat.
/Ya-yami?!/ No response. Something in his voice frightens me and I feel like something has been pinched off between me and Bakura. I have to find him. He isn't replying. With no time to properly excuse myself, I dart out of my desk, through the door, and out of the school. I use all of my will to look search for my dark. Finally, I find a faint pulse of something in the spirit room. I grab onto it and try to find where I'm supposed to go.
'Oh Ra, what's happening?'
~Oh but don't bowl me over~
Ambulances and police cars speed to the accident. Though his truck is totaled, the other driver is fine, coming out with only a few shallow scratches and minor bruises. The white haired boy in the next car though...
The truck had hit the little car with such an impact that it was thrown completely across the intersection and into a telephone pole. The teen was bleeding profusely. Taking every measure of caution they could, the paramedics got the unconscious boy out of the destroyed car and into the ambulance. The police were left to clean up the mess and direct the traffic around the wreck.
In the ambulance, the paramedics received a spark of hope. The boy's eyes flittered open halfway.
'Ryou...' he asks for inside himself. Then his eyes close again and the comforting arms of dark unconsciousness surround him.
Ryou's POV
Holding onto the flicker of hope in my spirit room, I race towards where I sense it coming from. Then, something changes.
'Shit!' I swear. 'He's moving! Where?!' I continue to run forward blindly, knowing full well that that is my only option of finding Bakura. I run, farther... farther... chasing my only strand of hope. Suddenly, the light stops.
"The... the hospital?!" I gasp out. Yes. That is where the light has stopped. I can feel his faint presence in it. This strengthens my resolve, and I push harder to reach my destination.
There it is. I approach the doors and run into the emergency room, panic etched in every line of my face. I run up to the girl at the counter.
Gasping, I ask her with terror, "Miss! Just a few minutes ago someone who looks just like me came in here! Have you seen him?! Where is he?! I must find him!"
"Young man, calm down." she replies to me. "He's here-"
"Where?" I cut her off. "Can I see him?"
"He's in intensive care right now," she calmly tells me "and, no, you may not see him."
(A/N: Just as I have no knowledge about cars, I have no knowledge about hospitals and how they work. This seems like something they would say, so just work with me here.)
"But I have to!" I plead. "I have to know he's okay! I have to see him!"
"When we know more about his condition, you may see him."
'How can she remain so calm?' I wonder. 'But then, she deals with this every day. She doesn't even know Bakura, either, so how could she care?'
I sink dejectedly into a chair in the waiting room. To pass the time I read magazines, play with the child's toys, pace the lobby, and watch the silent television that has closed-captioning on.
I had been there for about three hours when I look up from one of the magazines I had already read and the television captures my eye. The screen showed a two car wreck on the side of a busy intersection. One of the cars looked suspiciously like the one of his father's that Bakura always used.
Reality struck me. 'Oh Ra, no.' I beg. 'No! That can't be his car! Please! Not that!'
As two paramedics carried a boy on a stretcher to the ambulance, the caption reads:
"Traffic is backed up for several blocks, due to a two-car accident Eye-witnesses said the teen must have been going more than sixty-five miles an hour over the speed limit when he ran a red light, causing a large truck to slam into him. The driver of the truck, Jonathan Kim, is fine, while the unidentified teen boy is carted off to the nearest hospital to receive emergency care. If you have any information on who this white-haired, brown-eyed boy is, please call the police."
'No...' I look around frantically, unsure of what to do. I spot the woman at the counter and decide to do something. "Miss! I have been here for three hours already and have received no word on my dark's condition! I just saw what happened on the television. Tell me where he is now!"
"Oh yes," she answers. "He's still in critical condition, but you may see him. He's resting in the fifth room on the left down that hallway." She informs me.
"Thank you." I remember to hiss out before I race down the hallway and into his room.
Bakura's POV
I hear you enter my room. I don't know how I know it's you, I just do. You hesitate, not knowing if I would permit you to come closer if I were awake. I can't do anything but lay there and listen to your footsteps, while hoping that you come closer. You do come closer. I hear you move a chair next to my bed and sit. Something brushes my hand softly, and my heart jumps enough to appear on the heart monitor. I can sense you jerk back.
'Don't pull away.' I want to soothe you. But I can't. My body won't respond to my commands. No matter what I try, I just lay there, fragile, helpless, and defenseless.
Ryou's POV
Entering your room I see you lying on the bed in front of me. I pause in the doorway. You look so frail. So vulnerable. I swallow hard and come closer, pulling up a chair next to the bed. I want to hold your hand. But what if you wake up? What if I risk showing how I feel about you, only to have you wake up and hate me even more?
I make up my mind to try. If you wake up, then so be it. I can't bear to see you like this and not do something. I cautiously reach out. My hand brushes your hand. Your heart monitor indicates that your heart skipped a beat, and I draw back, frightened of what that means. I sit there in silence for a while, just watching you sleep so peacefully.
My hand reaches out on its own, and grabs yours. I just sit there, holding your hand, pleading with Ra for you to wake up.
~Just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so crazy, crazy~
Ryou fell asleep in the chair while holding Bakura's hand. They both slept through the night. Ryou slept fitfully, having nightmares about what could happen to Bakura, while Bakura just... slept. He was too drained to dream.
Bakura's POV
I slowly drift into consciousness, only to find you asleep in a chair by my bed. Your hand still holds mine, silently encouraging me to hold on. A faint smile adorns my lips. You're so beautiful, lying there asleep. There is still mud in your hair, shading it a light brown.
You move, stretching a little in your sleep. You lift your head and look at me. Seeing my eyes open, and your hand still on mine, you freeze.
"Ryou..." I try to say strongly, but it only comes out as a hoarse whisper and it hurts like hell.
//Ryou...//
/Bakura, don't speak. You're not strong enough./ my light tells me. He winces after he says that, probably sure that I think he's insinuating I'm weak which would bring him another beating. On normal circumstances that is... /I mean, the doctors said you lost a lot of blood and fractured your wrist. You still need to rest./
//I know, Ryou. But this has to come first.// I say blankly. I see the confusion in his eyes after I say that. I sigh and struggle to sit up.
/Yami! Stop! Please!/ Ryou begs me, worry burned into his eyes. I pay him no heed and finish sitting up. It was a hard job, but I had to do it.
I reach out for Ryou's hands and hold them in my own. I stare into his eyes, searching for the faint glimmer that will let me know I should continue. I wait. Something changes in his eyes. There. There's my hope. I must grab it and jump.
//Ryou, I'm sorry...// I begin.
/There's no need-/ He interrupts.
//Hush.// I tell him. I need to say this. //I'm sorry for the pain I have caused you. I didn't want to, but I had to. Stopping after having done it for so long would just prove that I was going soft. I can't hide it anymore though. Ryou, my angel, my light...//
He was taken aback by what I said. It seemed as if his eyes doubted that I was sorry. I had to do something to prove it. I leaned in and caught his lips with mine, in a soft and delicate kiss.
Ryou's POV
I stood in Bakura's room, holding his hand. His life had left his body a long time ago. I didn't want to call anyone. They would take him. It would mean he's really gone. The long and steady beep of his heart monitor proved that he was gone, but I refused to acknowledge it. He can't be gone. He just can't... The doctors came in and checked his breathing. Then they noted his time of death. They tried to take him away from me, but I wouldn't let go of his hand. If Ra wanted him, he would have to take me too.
I open my eyes a crack. I was still sitting next to Bakura in the hospital room. I lift my head and look at my dark. I freeze. Your eyes are open, and my hand is still on yours.
"Ryou..." you whisper. I can tell it takes a lot of effort. It seems to have hurt you, so you open our mind link and speak through that.
//Ryou...//
/Bakura, don't speak. You're not strong enough./ I tell him. Realizing that I just told Bakura what to do, I wince. When he was stronger, I would probably receive at least a slap on the face for that. Trying to correct myself, I manage to say /I mean, the doctors said you lost a lot of blood and fractured your wrist. You still need to rest./
//I know, Ryou. But this has to come first.// He tells me plainly. I'm confused at what he means, and he struggles to sit up.
/Yami! Stop! Please!/ I beseech of you, knowing that you could probably see the worry that flared in my eyes. He ignores me and continues laboring to sit up.
After taking my hands into his own, he stares into my eyes. He seems to be searching for something. But what?
//Ryou, I'm sorry...// He starts to say.
This is too hard for him. I can't let him continue. /There's no need-/ I cut in.
//Hush.// my dark demands. //I'm sorry for the pain I have caused you. I didn't want to, but I had to. Stopping after having done it for so long would just prove that I was going soft. I can't hide it anymore though. Ryou, my angel, my light...//
I was startled by what he said. My heart wanted to leap into his arms and believe him, but my head was telling me that my yami was just lying to me. Before I could react to what he had said, Bakura leaned in to me. Our lips connected and he gently caressed mine with his. It was then that I knew that he loved me.
~Don't rush this baby, don't rush this baby~
Bakura's heart raced with a new feeling than when he was racing along the crowded road. Ryou was kissing him back. No matter how much he loved this feeling, he had to break the kiss, so he pulled away and looked at Ryou. Ryou opened his eyes looked back.
//I love you, Hikari.// Bakura lets him know.
/I love you too, Yami. I always have./ with that, I climb onto his bed and lean into him. /Always and forever./
~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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Well, what did you think? Was it what you hoped it would be, or should I make an alternate ending? Man, I nearly had a heart attack workin on this thing. I had worked on it for 5 hours, tweaking everything here and there, and then guess what happened? The computer turned off. I thought I had lost everything, but it miraculously was still there! Isn't that great?!? I think so... Okay... *big chibi eyes* Pwease Weview!
