A Change of Heart
By: In Fair Verona/Sibby
Summary: Bakura and Tea have had a serious and steady relationship for 1 year, and suddenly Bakura wants to call it off. How will he end the relationship without hurting her? Maybe his favourite card can help.
Rating: PG-13 (I said it would go up, this is just for Descriptive Violence)
Shipper: Bakura x Tea
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, cards, settings, or basicly anything else from Yu-Gi-Oh!
A/N: Okay, at first I was going to make this chapter short and have it focus on both Bakura and Tea's feelings after the break-up, but from the number of reveiws which was better than I had expected, this is going to be entirely Bakura. (Since we all just 3 Bakura!) The next chapter will be Tea!
Reveiwers:
Asea Bast- Yea, I wasn't sure if blouse was the right word to use but I didn't want to put collared shirt thingy either! And, I meant un-ruthlessly, thanks for pointing that out!
AWWW!- Thankies! *Blushes*
R Amethyst- You were my first reveiw! Yay! Thanks for the compliments!
Bakura's Skater Angel- Thankies! Nice name :D.
UK Chatte aka Silver Flure - You have to post a link to that website with the Anzu x Ryou stuffi if you reveiw again! (And if you have the link, hee hee.)
ShikonJewel- Wow I had no idea I could make someone relate to it. Concidentially, the daya fter I wrote this I sort went throguh the whole rejection thing so now I can relate to my own story too. And nice name, I can tell you watch Inuyasha!
Tasha- Don't worry it's not Yugi or Yami! I do see that alot, the whole Yugi likes Tea/Anzu, Tea/Anzu likes somebody else thingy. Eh.
PeppermintAngel- Thankies! :D
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My Dear Bakura,
I'm thinking about you now, and that night at the beach. I know, that was a month ago, but the sweet memories still haunt my dreams. The sounds of the waves crashing against the dusty shore, and how you held me close to you as we watched the sea foam spray the sand. The cawing of sea gulls over head, and how before I fell into a soft slumber, you whispered into my ear and told me that you loved me. I never got a chance to say it back then, but I know what I want to say now. I love you! I love you more than you'll ever know, Bakura! Thankyou for always being there when I needed you.
Love,
Tea.
Bakura crinkled the tiny slip of paper in his fist, after reading it for what had to be the millionth time. Each time he read the note it made him realize what an idiot he truly was, and how his actions had come to haunt him.
"Dammit!" He slammed his fist on the bed, not even making a dent or surging any pain. Closing his tear stained eyes, he began to take quick shallow breaths which slowed into deep breaths as he struggled to calm down. "I did it for her... I'm protecting her." Bakura reassured himself. He slowly skulked off his bed and made his way to his closet, putting his hand on the brass knob and turning it open slowly. Stepping inside the closet, he reached up on his toes and picked up an old black hat box from the top shelf, and returned to his bed. Sitting Indian style, he took off the lid to the box and placed the slip of paper inside. In return, he pulled out a small pile of photos. In the first glossy photograph that he held in his hand was a picture of Tea when they had gone to the beach together. She was sporting a cute khaki bucket hat and holding an ice cream cone. The picture haunted him so much because of what had happen the night it was taken, unable to bear it he placed that picture down, he looked at the next. It was a picture Yugi had taken of him and Tea on the last day of school. Bakura found it amazing that he had ever in his life smiled so much and seemed so happy as in that picture. Flipping to the next picture was another picture of Tea. It was a picture she had sent him while she vacationing in America over the summer. She wearing a white t-shirt that read 'I 3 NY' across it and a cap, standing infront of the Statue of Liberty. Next photo, a shot of the whole gang, taken by Yugi's Grandpa. In the middle were Yugi and Tristan, besides them a rather 'busy' Joey and Mai, and behind Yugi and Tristan was a not smiling Seto Kaiba, and a goofishly grinning Mokuba. Then, on the right hand corner, there they were. Looking at each other, not the camera. Why had he never noticed that before? "How could I have been so blind... she loved me. She really loved me." Bakura said shakily, placing the pictures back into the box and closing the lid. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he moved off the bed and made his way out of his room and towards the kitchen.
"Bakura?" The young man's father turned around from his spot in the living room while watching the Brady Bunch marathon. "What do you want for dinner, son?"
"I'm not hungry for dinner." Bakura said simply, ignoring his father. "I won't be down tonight." He added, pacing around the kitchen. He approached the sink, a simply metal two sided sink that was inserted into the wooden counter in their kitchen. Next to it, a wicker basket of apples, just bought from the grocery store that morning (they still had those little oval stickers on them), and behind the metal faucet was the wooden knife rack. Wooden knife rack.
"Bakura, are you allright, son?"
"I'm fine!" Bakura snapped, spinning around and glaring at his father. No one noticed the shining light emit from his Millenium Ring as his eyes gradually narrowed.
"Bakura-"
"Don't talk to me! I said I'm not hungry! Leave me alone!" Bakura shouted, cutting his father off.
"Bakura, I, I don't understand. If something's happening we should talk."
"Talk! Ha! This is all your fault!" Bakura accused. He knew in his heart that he was wrong. He shouldn't be accusing his ftaher of something that had nothing to do with him. But he wanted to relieve himself, he needed someone to blame. "Where were you when we should've talked 2 years ago!?" Bakura cried, "That's right! Off on another adventure, another journey, off getting more of these damn things," He pointed at his Millenium Ring. "Don't even speak to me about talking!" Bakura quickly whipped the largest knife, the steak knife, from the wooden rack and bolted back up the carpeted stairs and into his room. Bakura's father looked up with a worried, and frightened expression on his face as he heard his son slam the door to his bedroom shut. Quickly getting up from the black leather LazyBoy he was nestled in, he quickly made his way towards the phone in the kitchen, picking up at the poking at the numbers of the only person he could think of to call; Tea Gardner.
Ring. Ring. Ring. "He's calling someone." Bakura muttered, pressing his ear against the door the of his bedroom. "Probably the police." He added resentfully. Turning the lock on his door and then dragging the dark wooden chair from his desk and propping it against tje door knob, Bakura made his way towards his bed. A full size, dark blue comforter, white sheets. Nothing special. Plain white pillows. Plain white pillows, which wouldn't be just so plain white anymore. "There's got to be someone to blame. I know it's not really my father... it's me. I hurt her. I hurt her so much, when all she did was care and love me!" Bakura cried out in anguish, picking up the steak knife which gleamed under the lamp light, laying peacefully on his dark wooden bedstand. He held it carefully in his hands, looking at his narrow reflection and examining himself carefully. "No one ever hurts the ones I love..." Bakura trailed off. "Without being punished..." He rolled up the sleeves of his clean cream colored sweater, revealing an amount of bare pale skin. Soft and tender to the touch. Raising his right hand, the hand grasping the sacred knife, he whispered while clasping shut his tear wetted eyes. "This is for Tea." And in a raging frenzy, he ripped the knife through the air, slashing a cold crimson line onto the pale skin. He bit his tongue to keep himself from crying. He deserved this and crying was no way to get out of it. Ignoring the gushing blood from his left wrist, he struck again, ignoring the horrible scraping sound and fighting back tears in agony. Malice. Hatred. Bellirgerence. He was putting all of these livid emotions against himself as he introduced more sweet red blood to the atmosphere.
"Hey! Stop that!"
"What was that?" Bakura loosened his grip on the knife, looking up from his damaged arm. Someone had said something. Not just someone. "Tea." Bakura said quietly. He stood up and approached his window, drawing the curtains and looking outside. It was a dark blue hazy sky, and he couldn't make out any sign of life down below. "Must be my imagination." He said, shaking his head. Drawng the covers together once again, he plopped himself onto his bed, leaning against the wooden headboard. He took the boody knife and began to saw softly against his skin.
"Stop! You stupid jerk!"
"Huh?" Bakura furrowed his eyebrows and glanced around his room. "No one's here... I'm being so paranoid. But what have I got to lose?"
"You get away from him right now!"
"Who's behind this?!" Bakura shouted, standing up angrily and glancing around. Staring intently at the plain cream colored wall infront of his bed, he blinked a few times, and the oddest thing happened. A whole scene came into picture onto his wall, like it had become a television or something. It was a scene of Domino High! Bakura recognized it instantly, and there, on that scene was Tea, front and center, glaring angrily. Her glare was directed at two thugs, standing tall and cross armed, laughing hideously at her. "I know them..." Bakura said, frowning. He didn't have good memories of these two. What he saw next shocked him more than anything else. On the concrete ground, kneeling behind Tea, was a head of shaggy jagged white hair, and a limp body curled up in agony...it was him!
"What are you going to do to us?" One of the beefy bullies laughed.
"Hey sweetcheeks, why don't you ditch the dork and come dance for *us*." The other one suggested, both of the over grown slugs burst out into a hideous laughter.
"Yeah right, like I'd ever spend time even near you two if I didn't have to!"
"Well, think about it this way," The first bully said, reaching out and grabbing her arm. "Now you have to."
"You let go of her!" Bakura yelled, struggling onto his feet, revealing a bruised cheek and mussed up clothing and hair.
"Hey, the dork has something to say!"
"You bet I do!" Bakura stumbled forward, glaring up at him. He approached the first bully, who was so choked up with laughing, barely noticed him. Curling up his fist and clenching it tightly, Bakura summoned up all the anger and hatred for this guy and hurled his fist through the air, making direct contact with jaw, only pulling away after hearing a satisfying crack. The thug landed with a thud on the concrete, groaning in pain. Bakura stumbled backwards, bumping into Tea who clutched his arm dearly.
"I can't beleive you did that!" She exclaimed, looking up at him.
"I don't beleive I did either..." Bakura blinked.
"You're gonna pay for that you little punk!" The second man growled. The next thing Bakura saw was that bully getting into his face and grabbing him by the collar before pushing him down and then throwing him against a nearby tree. The last thing he heard was Tea shouting his name franticly, and fearing that his friend might be hurt without him to defend her. Little did he know it was exactly the opposite, and that it was Tea who defended him. After welcoming the comforting blackness, Bakura woke up much later, and who was the first person he saw? Tea.
"What happened?" Bakura asked weakly, watching as she placed an ice pack on his forehead.
"The second one threw you against a tree and you went unconcious..." Tea said simply.
"What!? But, but, what happened? How did you get away?"
"Well, after I realized negotiating was useless," Tea paused, a wicked smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I mentioned that we happened to be very good friends of Joey Wheeler and Tristan Taylor. *That* scared him off." She chuckled.
"Oh... yeah. They are tough. It's good to have tough friends." Bakura said, slightly disappointed in himself. If only he could be like Tristan and Joey... tall, strong, fearless. Okay, maybe Tristan and fearless weren't exactly a good match, but at least strong.
"Bakura!" Tea exclaimed, as if reading his thoughts, "It's good that I have friends like you." She said earnestly, looking down at him. "Tristan and Joey weren't even there, they didn't save the day. *You* did. What you did to that first guy, was just amazing!"
"I didn't know I had it in me." Bakura blushed.
"Well you did. It was wonderful! Bakura, you were my hero." She said softly, leaning down and kissing his cheek quickly and then pulling away. "I'm going to go get you something to drink." With that, she got up and left the room quickly.
"But what does it all mean?" Bakura said to himself, shutting his eyes and opening them again as the scene on his wall disappeared and returned to it's cream colored structure. "... Now I remember. That was the day I fell in love with Tea Gardner. But that memory alone is not enough..." He stared at the knife in his hands for a few moments then moved it towards his left arm, as if it wasn't butchered enough. But just as he moved to strike, the loss of blood had gotten to him, and he felt dizzy all off a sudden. "Mmm." He let out a whimper as his eyes fluttered close and just like in his memory, the blackness engulfed him, and he slumped down onto the softness of his bed. Whilst he was out, his father was outside his room, bagning and struggling desperately to open his door, but with it locked and defended by a chair, Bakura may as well be trapped inside his own room, in a time of desperate need.
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Tell me what you think! This chapter was pretty short, but I liked how it turned out. I wanted it to be pretty angsty! :). I hope no one is angry at me for turning Bakura into a cutter. I have no intentions of trying to kill Bakura, I love him to death, he is my favourite character! I just have some ideas and I think this would play well into the scene, and I *did* say Bakura would make some "intense" movements. Spoilers for the next chapter? Well, Bakura will be rescued, but by someone unexpected!