EDIT NOTE: Due to the rule as of 4/17/05, all lyrics have been removed. Thank you.
R Amythest: Now, I know this is different from what you expected, most likely, but here's chappie three, to the lyrics of 'My Heart Will Go On' by James Horner!
Yami Amythest: don't you have a whole fic of things based on that?
R Amythest: um. . . yeah. . . sweatdrop anyway, get readin'.
It was cold and dark on all sides. Loneliness echoed on all sides, consuming the edges of his hikari's last emotions. . .
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -Ryou had stared into Bakura's eyes. . . as if he were to be defiant. If only he had told him sooner. . . that he felt the same? Now he lives to regret. Every night is a nightmare. Ryou'd appear as an angel, Bakura as a demon, and he'd look into his eyes and whisper, "Why?"
And he'd be forced to look back into his eyes and reply, "I don't know."
Bakura would hold him as tight as he could, never letting him go, feeling his skin gently, the skin that felt like flower petals, that frame that looked delicate as a porcelain doll, the hair that was like strands of silk. But he'd push him away, shouting, "I don't want anything to do with you, you cold-hearted. . ."
Ryou could never finish the accusion, as he'd wake up. He called it a nightmare. . . but he also long for the day he'd return to my dreams and finish his statement, and he'd know how cruel he was. Bastard? Btch? Demon? Devil? He couldn't imagine.
"I'm a cruel demon!" he shouted, admitting defeat to his inner self. "I'm a cruel demon! I'm a cruel demon!" echoed off the endless chambers of the millennium ring. He collapsed onto the floor, silently sobbing, listening to the millennium ring concur with his statement. And he knew it was true.
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Ryou still haunts him.
Be it a nightmare or just blinking, he'd see his beautiful face and his large eyes, looking up at him with hurt and love. He's delirious. . . and he follows him everywhere. It's undeniable. . . he wanted him. Bad.
Bakura sighed and ran a hand through his own hair, feeling the stiffness inside it. He guessed there was a reason he was a yami. . . he truly was dark. He craved the light that used to radiate off his hikari's shining face. And now it shows. "NO!" he screamed, pounding his fist against the cold stone wall, watching the scrapes well up with blood. "Now I can imagine how he always felt," he whispered to himself.
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.
Ryou sighed as he flew to another cloud. Bakura loved him. . . it all seemed to be a past forgotten. If he hadn't committed suicide. . . would Bakura have eventually told him? Or would he continue betraying his inner emotions and continued beating the hikari?
Yet it still felt like heartbreak, even though Ryou knew his yami loved him. Some nights, he would dream of his yami, the one that looked like him, except the eyes, which were cold and somewhat interesting, or as Ryou called it, fascinating. The dreams were always cold, though, as his yami would manically laugh and say, "Do you really think I meant that?" and slap him against the cheek. Ryou never believed the nightmares. . . he was sure his yami's final words were true. Though he was beginning to doubt if he heard them clearly.
He looked down below the clouds now, and caught sight of Malik. His Yami was obviously in control, with the Millennium rod, tauk, puzzle, ring, and eye. Ryou desperately hoped that he wouldn't get to Shadi. . . or his chances of finding Bakura were over. And although he didn't want to be rejected. . . he wanted to find out if his Yami truly loved him. Although he felt sorry for Malik, he wanted, for the first time in his life, to do something for himself. Even if it may hurt others.
And he knew Bakura was still sealed in the Ring.
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Ryou sighed, and he concentrated deeply. He had found out earlier that, this way, he could enter his soul room. He stepped to the closet with the mental notes, and glanced around. Memories. . . Friends. . . Things to do. . . there it was! On the middle shelf was the box labeled 'Yami Bakura.' Flipping through it, he remembered the first time he had met him and stared into his Yami's eyes and marveled, "You have pretty, shiny eyes! Are you here to be my friend!" He sarcastically chuckled, remembering the pain that came from the ridiculous statement. Then he remembered the day under the willow tree. He paused and took time to read over the details.
My Yami's holding me tight! Shit,
now he's going to choke me! No
wait. . . this feels good. . . If only
he had a heartbeat. Then he could
love. . . and I could admit I loved
him back. But for now, I accept
this as a moment of kindness.
Might as well accept it. . . I doubt
something like this is to happen
again.
Ryou smiled sadly at his inner thoughts. Though his guilt momentarily took over as he thought that they could be like that nearly forever. . . if only he had told him.
He sighed and looked at his soul room door. The doorknob was rusted, and he knew from experience it wouldn't budge. It wasn't like he had the ring in heaven. But just for fun, he jiggled it a few times. No movement. He leaned against the door, pretending it was his Yami's chest.
"I'm a cruel demon!" He heard the inside voice shout. He recognized it as his Yami's.
"You are not a demon," Ryou whispered softly back, "you're my angel." But it went unheard.
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"Ryou probably doesn't love me anymore, he probably hates me now for all I've done! Dear Ra. . .!" Bakura groaned, sighing and slapping the stone barricade. Turning his eyes to the door, he wondered if Ryou's mind was still connected to it. "I've locked him in there a lot of times. . . poor tenshi. . . so this is what it's like. . ." He went to the door and turned the doorknob. It didn't budge. "Oh Ryou. . . I've left you forever, haven't I?"
"Yami?"
- This section has been bastardized by FF.N. Thank you. -It was the same, curious voice that had addressed him that day under the willow tree. . . the same meek voice that had questioned the feeling inside Bakura. "Ryou!" he cried happily.
"Yami. . . do you love me?" Ryou barely whispered.
Bakura's heart leapt. All those times in the dreams. . . so Ryou really wanted him back? But. . . what were the dreams, then? "Yes, I love you," he whispered back, leaning on the door. "If only I could see you once-" the door gave way, "more!"
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"Yami! What happened!" Ryou cried, pounding on his side of the door. Bakura moaned and looked out into Ryou's mind corridors.
"The door. . . mine gave way! I'm going to try to open yours!"
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Bakura stepped confidently to Ryou's door and held the knob firmly, and prepared to fling it with all his might. But it came open pretty easily, and shining eyes of chocolate stared up at him. "Yami. . . I knew you'd be back." And he grabbed Bakura around the waist, embracing in a tight hug.
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"I was so scared. . . I thought you'd never be back! I thought you didn't love me anymore!" Ryou sobbed into his Yami's chest, tightening his grip. Bakura gently wrapped his arms around his hikari and pulled him closer.
"You don't need to be scared anymore. . . I'm here, and I love you. Nothing will separate us now. . ."
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Ryou joyously flew up into a higher cloud. "Hi Yugi!" he chorused, landing next to the shorter angel.
"Hi Ryou!" Yugi replied cheerfully, "I finally found a way to break into Yami's soul room! Thanks for the tips!"
Ryou smiled. "No problem. This is now truly heaven. . . my Yami's with me. . . and we're finally together in spirit."
Yami Amythest: O.o is scared
R Amythest: I know, weird ending. . . but I just HAD to end this happily! I mean, I could've left you off at chappie 2. . .
Yami Amythest: humming I'm hopin' and prayin' for a brighter day. . . I listen to my heart and I obey. . .
R Amythest: I thought you said that was a kiddie song. . .
Yami Amythest: stops singing oh yeah. Heh heh. . .
R Amythest: --;; Review. Flames are permitted, because they're reviews as well.
