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
Shipper: Bakura x Tea
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, cards, settings, or basicly anything else from Yu-Gi-Oh!
A/N: I'm happy with this chapter and I hope you all will be too. I realized that I never thanked my reveiwers in the previous chapter, so here's thanks to the reveiwers of chapters 3 & 4! I am so sorry, I was going to add the reveiwers in before I uploaded it, but it completely slipped my mind!

Reveiwers: Thanks to All of You!

Anzu Moto- Thanks. By the way, your name confirmed that I spelt Yugi's last name right in the last chapter. :)

Tasha- Here's the next chapter you're looking forward to. :)

R Amythest- Heh heh, I suck at action sequences.

Dark Crystal- This is actually a good story? Lol, is that a good thing or a bad thing? :)

Blue- Yep. Love triangles. "If it isn't complicated, it isn't love." -Roswell.

Kaori- I'm sorry for confusing you. I never hear anyone say Ryou when I watch YGO, yet when I get online I see people refer to the innocent Bakura as both Ryou and Bakura, and then the evil spirit as Yami Bakura so... yeah. Lol.

???- Oy, they'll see each other again for the first time after the break-up, in this chapter!

A. (redroseprincess678@hotmail.com)- Thanks, I'm glad you liked the story of how they got together!

ANIME LOVER GIRL- Wow, thanks! This FF & I love you too! ^-^

Yugioh gurl- Thankies!

Darkbloodtwist- I'm not trying to make it fluffy, fyi, but thanks! ^-^

youkai the hell hound- Thankies! :)

magick-angel- I didn't mean to make you cry, honest! :)


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"Tristan! Yugi!" Tea exclaimed with relief and shock as she threw herself off of a comfortable arm chair in the Gardner living room and into the view of her two friends. "What happened? We were so worried, you never came back! We called both your houses and they had no idea where you could be, we were about to call the police! We even called Bakura's but no one would answer!" Tea practically shouted, her eyes beginning to water. "I was so worried! How could you scare us, how could you scare me like that!" She let out quick deep breaths to calm herself down as Tristan gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Please, calm down Tea! We didn't mean to make you worry. We just got caught up. You see..." He glanced over his shoulder at Yugi, hoping that the other boy had his back up story made and ready to present, like a last minute project.
"It was Bakura's father." Yugi said calmly, no worry or even a glimmer of hope in his voice. "He had... a stroke."
"Oh my god." Tea said quietly, clasping her hands over her heart. "Is he allright?"
"Yes, he just got out of the hospital. The doctor said he's perfectly fine."
"I can't beleive this." Tea said, shaking her head softly. "I just hope that the doctor is right Yugi, he's such a good man. It'd be terrible for anything to happen to him."
"I know. He's allright now, though. Let's just be content with that." Tristan put in, making his way over to the couch and sitting down besides Joey.
"Maybe Bakura was the cause of his stroke." Mai said sarcastically, while munching on a bowl of noodles in her hand. Tea snapped her head around and gave Mai a sharp look that none of them thought Tea even had in her.
"Wait a minute!" Tea exclaimed, looking at Yugi. "You said Bakura's father called last night! Why didn't Bakura call instead if his father was having a stroke?!"
"Because Bakura wasn't there!" Tristan said quickly, nodding very affirmatively as everyone glanced at him. "He was off somewhere... doing something."
"Or someone." Joey muttered under his breath.
"Would you two cut it out?" Tristan asked, looking at Joey and his girlfriend. The two forced apologetic grins and went back to the food infront of them. "And why are you chowing down on Tea's food?"
"Her parents have extended their vacation. Great timing too, since their daughter is having a nuclear meltdown." Mai explained, twiddling her chopsticks in the air.
"Tea said we could all stay here until dinner to keep her company." Joey grinned, sticking his tongue out at Tristan.
"It's allright Tristan. I want you guys to stay here a little while longer, if it isn't a problem. I'd feel much better."
"Then we'd be glad to stay." Yugi replied earnestly, making his way into the kitchen. "I'll go prepare some food for us all then. Well, maybe with the exception of Joey and Mai." He chuckled, glancing at his two friends and then walking into the kitchen. Tristan looked up from his place on the couch at Tea and gave her a supportive smile.
"Don't waste anymore time worrying about Bakura's dad. He's just fine, we made sure that he got out safe and sound."
"Allright. I just wish you all would've called and told me. So, you didn't see Bakura at all?"
"No. Not at all." Tristan grumbled, getting up from the couch. "I'm gonna go help Yugi now!" He departed for the kitchen as well, leaving Tea standing there, slightly shocked at her friends' sudden taking to the culinary arts.
"Tristan and cooking. Now that's a nightmare." Joey laughed, gulping down his noodles. "Ah." The three friends joined the other two inside the kitchen, having a rather surprisingly enjoyable time cooking, baking, and creating quite disgusting food together. In the end, they all chipped in with pocket change to order pizza, and the time they had spent had taken Tea's mind completely off of Bakura and his family. That is, until it was time for her friends to leave.
"I'll see you all tommorow at school!" Tea said, waving to her friends as they all split up among their own different paths, each heading to the place they called home. Tea let out a soft sigh as she saw at last Tristan's retreating form become a mere shadow under the setting sun before shutting the front door of her humble home. Immediately she grabbed her faded white denim jacket, from the coat rack and slipped it around her arms quickly before adjusting the collar. She grabbed her tennis shoes from the inside of the coat closet and scurried through the living room, into the kitchen, and to the kitchen's back door. She quickly slipped the shoes on and tied them, opening the back door and prancing out, turning around once to lock it and then taking off across her backyard, climbing the unsturdy gray wooden and rickety fence and jumping down on the other side. When her parents had bought the home, they never considered the annoyance of living right infront of a busy street. Tea didn't mind the nightly noises as she tried to sleep, and in occasions like these, having a street behind you is very convenient. She picked up the pace, jogging her way down the main street and taking a left on Harlequin Drive, which led her down a new street. At the very end of Harlequin Drive was a tall two story house made of coral red brick with denim blue shutteres and a matching blue door. A clean white picket fence lined the freshly cut yard, and a few decorative hedges bordered the dusty red house. Tea looked up at the black tiled roof, directly below it was a window that looked out on the front yard. Tea noticed the faint flicker of a light streaming through the window and swallowing her amounting nervous fear, she made her way boldly up the cobblestone path that led to the blue door. Tea raised her finger to the gold plated doorbell, pressing it once. She didn't have to wait very long until the door was pulled open quickly and she met the always curious face of Bakura's father.
"Tea? What may I ask are you doing here?" He asked, scratching his chin.
"Oh! Hello, sir. I'm sorry to intrude, but I'm just so releived to see that you're okay."
"Well, thankyou?" Bakura's dad arched an eyebrow at the short brunette, wondering what in the name of hell she was talking about. "Bakura's upstairs in his room."
"Thanks." Tea smiled. "And try to get some rest okay? You shouldn't be moving around so much!" With that she practically bounced her way up the familiar stairs to Bakura's room, which was the first door on the right. Tea had been to Bakura's house- and in his room- many times before. It never meant anything had happened. There were tons of times when she would've come over just to do homework, or for a study date, and strictly a study date. Bakura never pushed her, and never got her off task- at least not intentionally. There were always times during school when he would somehow muster his way into her thoughts. The last time she had stepped through this threshold, was when her parents had gotten into a very huge argument. It had only been a week ago. It was Bakura's comforting idea that maybe they should go on a vacation to get away from their work and daily lives, and hopefully restore the peace between them. Where were her parents now? On vacation of course, and seeming to be having a very good time or else they would've come home. Swallowing the building saliva in her throat, Tea raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly. She heard soft footsteps and the shuffling of papers as the door was flung open from the inside. Bakura stood there, looking bewildered to see her out of all people there. Then again, Tea was really the only visitor Bakura's family ever had. What did he expect?
"T-tea!" He exclaimed, blushing furiously. "One moment, my room's a mess." He shut the door lightly into her face and Tea furrowed her brow as she heard the sounds of even more shuffling. It was strange... she had always known Bakura to be a very organized person. Within a few seconds he had opened the door again, leaning against the doorframe. "Sorry."
"It's allright." Tea shrugged. Bakura's forced smile had instantly dropped. Tristan and Yugi had probably told her what had happened and now she had come to have some sort of serious talk with him. The worst part was... if Tea told him not to do something, there was no way in hell that he could do it.
"If you're here to talk about what happened at the hospital-"
"Yugi and Tristan told me already. About your father, and his stroke."
"Oh?"
"It's allright you know. You shouldn't feel guilty. You were probably doing something really important when it happened, you had no idea."
"Oh. Well, um, yeah. I felt really bad. I should've been there."
"It's allri- Oh my. What happened to your arm!" Tea exclaimed, taking his bandaged arm into hers. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything!" Bakura snapped, pulling his arm out of her sensitive touch. "When I heard what happened to my father, I was sort of shocked. I scraped my arm against some wood. It's no big deal." He lied, stepping further into the room.
"Oh. Allright." Tea said sadly. "May I come in?"
"Yeah. I was just doing homework." Bakura moved aside as she stepped in, and closed the door behind her. He quickly strided past her, approaching his desk and sitting down in his chair while pouring over some open textbooks.
"I sort of wanted to talk..."
"I knew you would." Bakura shrugged, clearing his throat and struggling to keep himself under control.
"I didn't think it'd be so hard on you..."
"What do you mean?" Bakura said quickly, turning around.
"Bakura I can see it in your eyes. You won't even look me in the eye..." At these words, Bakura directed his gaze up at her. "...And when you do... I can see it. Your in pain."
"I'm not."
"But even if it was hard on you... it was so much worse for me." Tea whimpered, wiping her watery eyes.
"Tea. I told you. I didn't want to hurt you.... You shouldn't have come. You're only going to... make things worse." Bakura said softly, looking up at her. Tea practically collasped onto his bed, the tears that were brimming over the edges of her eyelids fell, breaking the barrier and sliding down her cheeks, making them glossy. "Please don't cry."
"I can't control... when I cry... sometimes I just have to. It's spontaneous."
"I know that. I know you." Bakura lifted himself from the seat, moving himself onto the bed beside her. He uneasily, and reluctantly placed an arm around her shoulder and using his other bandaged hand, placed it gently on her chin, tilting her face towards him. "Please don't cry." At his words more tears flew down her cheeks, and Bakura gently wiped them away with his thumb.
"Why?" Tea whimpered, shivering as he brushed away another tear.
"Why what?" Bakura mumbled, studying her depressed face.
"Why did you do... what you did?" Tea said softly, casting her glance to the floor and then back up, meeting his surprised warm eyes.
"Tea, please don't ask me that. Ever. It's so hard to explain. I can't give you any straight answers, because anything I say... just wouldn't be true."
"Where you telling the truth... at the beach?" She asked. "Please, please tell me that at least..." Bakura let out a hesitant sigh, while massaging her cheek gently with his hand. He leaned in to her, cupping her face in both of his hands.
"I meant it with all my heart." He whispered, leaning in as their lips brushed against each other ever so softly. Tea shivered as she drew her head back slowly, looking up and into his eyes, penetrating them with her own. She saw so much in his eyes, he was vulnerable. She could see that he really had meant it, and for some reason, even though she knew she shouldn't give in to it- knowing that he loved her was good enough for her. That one assured thought propelled her forwards as she felt his hot breath on her lips and stopped his breath in his throat all together by pushing her lips softly onto his own. It was a startled Bakura's turn to also lift his lips from hers as a series of lightning strike shivers zapped up and down his spine. He paused for a moment, revelling in the smell of daisies in the springtime, mixed with a hint of lemon and vanilla, that had radiated off of her, and moving a hand from the based of her neck to the auburn brown strands of her hair, where he caressed it gently before capturing her soft lips which he had claimed as his own so far ago. Tea's eyes flickered shut as he touched her with light butterfly kisses that trailed to the side of her earlobe, and back down to her lips where they were met in a passionate embrace as his hand stroked her soft hair. Her small arms found their way onto Bakura's shoulder, where the restws as if holding the both of them down from the mixture of emotions that were taking them higher and higher. Tea whimpered, her lips parting barely but enough for Bakura to make his way into her heart further and further than he already had. She felt his hands make their way down to the small of her back, enveloping her with his warmth as his lips danced across her rosy flesh. Then it was a return to the passion. As he kissed her with all the fiery rage that Tea had never assumed Bakura could ever have, the emotions were sky rocketing once again. His kisses grew more fierce. His embrace became a grip which tightened as he pushed her against the wall beside the soft blue bed they had placed themselves on. Tea felt the protective envelope she had once had, morph into a strange sort of... prison? Violation?
"Bakura... we have to stop." Tea said softly as he left her lips. He seemed oblivous to anything she was saying and pressed her further into the wall, that she felt any minute now it would collaspe beneath their pressure. "Bakura...please...stop!"
"I thought you wanted me to show you just how much I love you, Tea." He muttered his voice husky as he captured her lips once again, forcing her never to let go until she couldn't even push away his roamings hands and raised her knee, jamming it forwards and into his stomache. Bakura pulled back instantly. Tea, panting and taking a moment to catch her breath, looked at him in horror.
"What's wrong with you Bakura?" She cried, tears free falling down her cheeks. "What happened? You changed, you're not the same." She said, shaking her head. A whimper involuntarily escaped her lips and finding a lack of words to express her feelings she bolted from the room, flinging the door open and sprinting down the stairs and out the door. Bakura sat there in amazement, as if he had no clue what had just happened. Then the truth hit him, he didn't have a clue as to what had happened. He glowered as he spun around and glared at the smirking spirit who was leaning back in his desk chair. The spirit let out a deep chuckle and grinned at Bakura.
"You saw it coming. When will you ever learn? Love is never enough. I told you... " He trailed off. "She's not safe as long as she's near you. You never who may pop in."
"I can't beleive you... how could you do that to me!? How could you do that to her!" Bakura yelled angrily, climbing off of his bed.
"I don't care about either of you. I just want my Millenium Puzzle, I've waited long enough. Ever since that little tramp found her way into your heart, I've had no chance of even getting with 20 feet of Yugi. At first, it seemed like a good idea, but I was completely wrong. She would never let you touch Yugi, and because of her your heart has grown reckless, and you do not obey as easily. I can't have that, Bakura boy."

"Don't you dare call her a tramp!" Bakura said defensively, his hands curling into fists. "Take it back!"

"Let me think about that... no. It's not like you could even harm me in the least." The spirit stood up, pushing Bakura down onto his bed and then letting out another cold laugh, vanished into the air. What he had said was true... the spirit had no chance of getting to Yugi if Tea was still around. It wasn't just that he had a reckless heart, it was that his heart was getting stronger if anything. It made it so much harder and took much more of the spirit's energy to simply fuse with the boy. Of course, this information could never be revealed to Bakura. Things were finally heading in the right direction, for once. All he had to do was assure that the love between Tea and Bakura was put out forever.
"Ugh!" Tea cried, collasping onto her soft bed and burying her tears into the fluffy pillow as she convulsed into sobs. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have given into the temptation, she knew better than that. How could she go crying into the arms of the man who broke her heart? It made no sense, yet love never makes sense. Love was the only thing that Tea had fully understood. It was no illusion, in his eyes there was love. But love, just isn't enough.

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Yay! *Claps* I had an extremely busy week but I managed to get this fic done by the end of the week (my goal). I just want to thank my inspiration for this chapter- Roswell's Maxwell Evans and Elizabeth Parker Evans. Roswell returns to T.V on the Sci-Fi channel, on January 13th 6 p.m. Please watch it and see the beginning romance of Max and Liz blossom. They had that "We're not together anymore but we can't not love each other" thing going on in the first and second season which inspired me for this chapter. Yay!

Okay, now a quick question. Would it be less confusing for you readers, and would you prefer it if I referred to our innocent Bakura as Ryou, and the spirit of the millenium ring as Bakura? Or is Bakura and Y. Bakura fine with you guys? Tell me!!


-Sibby