For those of you who have heard this song, I understand it's sorta… happy-ish. I know! But I had to write this track… THIS WAY. So please don't get mad at me! It's all part of a master plan! [hides] don't hurt me! Or else I can't finish! RYOU WILL RECOVER, I SWEAR! Oh- and Emiru is just a character for this track. She might show up a couple more times, but don't worry, I really only need her to show how Ryou actually feels… she's just a mirror- as I say!
Disclaimer: Read the first
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*…*: song lyrics '…': thoughts
Left of the Middle: Wishing
I Was There
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*Take your hand and place it
in my pocket-
Flick your eyes back in their sockets-
Put those thoughts away,
Sometimes they're much too loud…*
He smiled broadly; the young
woman was shaking his hand with a smile on her face as well. "I'm so pleased to
finally meet you." She looked a bit shy, but interest looked as if it lingered
in her eyes.
"I'm pleased to meet you as
well." Ryou nodded, crossing his arms over his chest once again. It had been
over 4 months since Bakura had left- and now it seemed as if he might live
without him. At least that's what the young man kept telling himself. His
friends had insisted that he take his mind off his yami.
'Get a girlfriend!' Joey had
said.
'Or a boyfriend...' Yuugi
had encouraged. After all- he seemed happy enough with his yami. But it wasn't
the same, was it?
"Well- I guess I'll see you
tomorrow then, Ryou-san. You've better call me too!" The girl bowed to him.
Ryou instinctively bowed back.
"You don't need to call me
Ryou-san, Emiru-san." The two laughed lightly.
"I'll stop calling you Ryou-san if you don't call me Emiru-san, alright?" The dark haired girl winked as Ryou nodded. "Later…!" She waved,
turning and leaving the class room, a few girls now talking
excitedly at her. Her friends kept glancing at the young man.
Ryou sighed, closing his
eyes. 'What am I doing?' He ran his fingers through his silver hair. The entire
idea now seemed stupid. 'Am I really even ready for this..?' He reached for his
books, checking for anything that may have left behind.
"Emiru
is nice, I hope?" Ryou's dark eyes looked up at Yami who was sitting on the
desk behind his, elbows on his knees.
"Yes… why do you ask?" He
stood upright, books at his side.
"Yuugi proposed that maybe
you two would be good together, but you don't seem so excited." Yami tilted his
head.
"I'm sorry that… I'm not."
Ryou looked down at the ground; it was the truth. His fellow classmate was
attractive, funny, and popular; she wasn't as superficial as some of the other
women in his life. But she seemed only a complete mirror of him. That's what
everyone said about him anyway…
"It's alright if you don't
like her in the way she wants. You don't have to apologize for anything."
"I don't want her to be hurt
because of me. Emiru is a very nice person." Ryou
sighed.
"Too much like you, you
mean?" Yami smiled lightly at Ryou's surprised face. "You miss Bakura don't
you?"
"Uh…" Ryou looked down
again; he could feel his pale cheeks starting to tint. "You shouldn't be
bringing that up, Yami-san… everyone is trying so hard to make me forget him."
His fingers nervously traced the outlines of the letters on his books. Yami's
eyes followed the young man's fingers, he understood to some extent.
"You don't have to hide your
feelings about him gone from me. I personally have no idea what I would do if
Yuugi were to suddenly be gone from me." His eyes shifted to his own hikari who
was talking to a fellow classmate; both were motioning to a book between them,
Yuugi occasionally making a few notes in the margin.
"Yeah well- both you and
Yuugi get along perfectly." Ryou's voice was slightly more aggressive than he'd
intended, Yami looking up at him. "Bakura hates me."
*I'll take a breath, and cradle
you sweet head-
Should've stayed at home in bed…
Put that face away- I'm melting for you.*
His slippers made a soft
tapping noise as he walked through his home; the wooden floor sparkled from the
hard work he'd done in cleaning it. Ryou yawned, looking down at the light
purple digital watch around his wrist.
'Oh yeah… I'm supposed to
call Emiru tonight…' Walking into the living room, he
went through his school books, pulling out a slip of paper with a phone number
scratched neatly onto it in pink ink; there was a chibi rabbit winking at him
from the side of it. A smile slipped onto his lips as he starred at it for a
second. Reaching for the cordless phone nearby, he dialed the young woman's
phone number, listening to the ringing.
He sighed, looking around
the room. One ring…. His eyes fell to the spot where he'd been thrown on the
ground by Bakura on his last night there. Two rings… Ryou's chocolate eyes
starred at it imagining his yami's cold eyes starring down at him. Three rings…
"Moshi moshi." A female's voice spoke lightly.
Ryou shook his head. The
place was almost a spot of meditation. "Uh… hello?"
The voice responded in an
expectant, "hello…"
"Uh… I'm calling for Emiru."
"This is she…" She still
sounded confused. The young man looked down at the white paper still in his
hand.
"This is Ryou. You asked me
to call?" Ryou looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh- Ryou! You should have said something earlier… getting me
worried and all…"
*I know- I get cold-
Cuz I can't leave things well alone
Understand I'm accident prone
Me- I get free…
Every night the moon is mine…-*
The pen's tip lightly
scribbled the note on Ryou's Utada Hikaru calendar attached to the inside of his door. "Date
w/ Emiru- 6.30". Ryou stepped back from his door
starring at the small number in the square where he had written. The date was
exactly 6 months since Bakura had left; time had certainly passed. The two
classmates had seen and called each other more and more, and Ryou finally had
the strength to ask her on a date.
But it wasn't that he was
scarred of being rejected. If anything, he could tell by the way she constantly
brought up days she would be "bored at home" that she wanted to go out. It was
that he felt as if he was some how rejecting his yami- betraying him.
'No… stupid
thoughts.' Ryou had finally
convinced himself that it was for the better. He had to open himself up to her
and then he'd finally forget about the man who'd abused him and who was finally
out of his life. Did he love him? No- it was a stupid childish obsession with
someone who was his complete opposite.
The young man laid down on his bed; his fingers cradled his head. Ryou
smiled lightly, closing his eyes. He could almost picture Emiru's
smile, her small soft hand reaching out to his.
'She's so nice to me…' Ryou
kept repeating the words in his mind- but he knew he was failing. The image of
her disappeared, fading into the smile of his yami's. Bakura was caressing his
cheek. 'No… he's mean to me…' Ryou kept trying to convince himself as the image
of his yami leaned in to kiss his forehead. The apparition was whispering
something- but Ryou could hear nothing. 'Please Bakura… no… Emiru
is here with me- not you…' But it was as if his words were in vain. The image
of Bakura was pushing up against him, warmth running down his body. Was he
supposed to actually FEEL warmth on him- in his imagination? Ryou longed for
it.
The imaginary Bakura kissed
his neck lightly, strong muscular arms wrapping around Ryou's waist, pulling him
closer. The young man felt weak in his yami's arms.
"Hikari…" Ryou could finally
hear Bakura's words- he was whispering in his ear. "Hikari…" That was all he
was saying.
'Bakura…' Ryou's body seemed
frail in a way that Ryou accepted without fail.
"Hikari…" the image repeated
its words as the yami's lips approached his own.
'Bakura…'
*But when the morning comes-
don't say you love me- don't say you need me-
I really don't think that's fair.
Boy, I'm not so dumb…
But when you leave me-
I'll be wishing I, wishing I, wishing I was there…*
The young man stretched,
silver hair falling carelessly down his naked back. It was a rare occasion that
he slept in, but with the dream he had the night before- he felt it was
appropriate. Ryou stood, making his bed slowly, yawning all the time. Making
his way down the stairs of his silent home, he walked into the kitchen,
starring at the table. Just once he would love to have someone cook for him.
His body slumped into one of
the 4 wooden chairs. Saturday morning and he felt empty. He didn't want to do
anything. But somehow, he knew he was going to be forced to. Someone would
call- or come to his door- always something. Ryou closed his eyes in an attempt
to go back to sleep. The dream of the night before was flashing through his
mind.
Bakura kissing him with a
slow soft vigor, his imaginary lips tasted like caramel melting against Ryou's
tongue; the chills he'd felt as his yami's hands traveled into his hair,
pulling lightly at the strands- almost massaging his scalp; the feeling of
Bakura's hardened length against the inside of his thigh. Ryou licked his lips.
Yet nothing had happened in the dream. It seemed as if the illusion was only
there to comfort his mind and drift him into the night's sleep. Without noticing,
the young man was lightly touching his own lips- wishing that the taste of his
illusion still lingered.
The phone rang; for an
instance Ryou felt scarred. If someone saw him like this- what would they say?
They would say something to Emiru… The phone rang
again. He shook his head, standing and reaching for the phone.
"Hello?" He tried to talk
normally instead of in an exasperated tone.
"Afternoon,
sleepy- head!" Emiru's voice was cheerful. "I've been trying to call all
morning, ya know!"
"Gomen…" Ryou yawned once
again. 'I need to forget him…'
"Don't you have a phone in
your room or anything?"
"No… why?" 'I need to forget him so I don't hurt her… she
deserves someone who's faithful and wants only her.'
"So you'll hear the phone
every time I call, baka!"
She laughed lightly, Ryou doing the same to show he was paying attention.
'I want to forget him… so I
can't concentrate on only her… but… I can't…'
*I dreamt about another girl
in bed with you.
You just laughed and smiled- denied the proof…
We're fine till I think of the problem…*
Her hand moved slowly to
his, her thumb was soon caressing his knuckles. He starred down at their
physical connection. It felt wonderful to have the woman give some affection;
it felt empty.
"Thank you so much for
asking me to come with you today, Ryou-chan." Emiru
smiled; her long dark brown hair accented her pale green eyes. "I had a lot of
fun." Ryou smiled up at her. The two were sitting at a small French restaurant-
a small table between the two where two almost empty trays of chocolate mousse
in front of each person.
"Me too." Emiru was blushing; Ryou
looked down. For some odd reason, he knew the moment wasn't right.
"I… I don't know how to say
this… but- I really like you, Ryou. Most guys will only really stick around to
make themselves look good- but… I can feel that you're staying with me because
you care." Her other hand reached out to Ryou's face, caressing his jawbone
with her index and middle finger. "I really like that in you. It's so hard to
find someone like you." The young man stayed silent, but he smiled at her.
Ryou was afraid of what he
would say if he opened his mouth. The truth was that he loved her because of
her concern for others- how she loved to help others. But he had never really had
feelings for her that might involve a relationship Emiru
wanted. All he could do was try and comfort her; Ryou
knew he would eventually have to say something.
"Ryou… I would really like
it if we could be like this…" She lightly guided him closer, the two leaning
closer over the small table. The male could feel what was about to happen, but
was hesitant to think of a way to stop it. "I… really…" And their lips were
instantly locked. Emiru's eyes were closed lightly,
Ryou felt scarred at how sincere she was- and how he had no feelings for her at
all.
'I can't do this…. I…. just
can't… Bakura…' Someone bumped into his shoulder, breaking their kiss. It was
like electricity. Before Ryou even looked up, he knew who it was. His chocolate
eyes looked up at the man who had passed, a smaller
girl next to him, hand in his back pocket.
"Bakura…" Ryou whispered as
the two passed; it seemed that his yami had somehow heard his name, he looked
over his shoulder. His dark eyes were blank as they bore into him- like they'd
never met before in their lives. Emiru followed
Ryou's eyes to the other male who then turned, holding the woman with him
closer- Tea.
"Wow- you two look so much
alike… do you know each other?" She spoke very light
heartedly. Ryou swallowed his failing pride.
"No- I've never seen him in
my life."
*I wish it made sense-
Like a joke that no one gets…
It's a life without regret-
I wanted to feel that way, forever and ever…*
The rain fell hard against
his back as he walked slowly through the wet streets of Domino- the place
looked like a wet watercolor picture. All the colors were fading together,
running in an endless stream through the gutters and drains. Ryou's body longed
to fall onto the pavement underneath him and have the pounding rain wash him
away, but he kept his body upright and functioning.
"No- I've never seen him in
my life." His words liked to come back and haunt him, right? Emiru had been dropped off about an hour before- and since
he'd left her doorstep, he'd wandered the streets. He didn't care if the wind
was cold and the rain was unmerciful. It was nothing compared on how he was
seeing himself.
'He looked at me like…' Ryou
didn't even have the tears to cry. They had all somehow been spent on the six
months of Bakura's absence. Now all he could do was hope the rain would wash
his pain away, or even try to calm him. 'And he saw me kissing her…'
"But I didn't want to kiss
her… gomen, Bakura… gomen nasai…" Ryou mumbled lightly, salty rain washing over
his lips. There would be no longer the caramel taste from his dreams.
But was he upset or
depressed? Ryou couldn't even make up his mind. He was still with Tea- who
cared what was happening with him and Emiru. Ryou
knew for a fact that Tea was sleeping with him.
'God… forget about her!' He
shivered for the first time in the dark
. The look on his yami's blank face was the only thing he really cared about.
"Oh… look at you…" A voice
snapped him from his internal argument. Ryou turned around, three tall
good-looking men stood there with raincoats. "We couldn't help but notice
you're out here by yourself." They all looked at him with concern. "You're all
wet…" The one speaking reached out and ran his index finger down Ryou's cheek.
The young man took a step back, the three men laughing lightly.
"Ah… don't do that…" Another
man spoke; the two men on the ends stepped up closer to him, they were all
surrounding him. "You're such a pretty
boy, too…" They were all stepping up close to him.
"What do you want…?" Ryou knew
that even if he tried to fight- they were all bigger- there were more of them-
they would overpower him no matter what.
"Just to take care of you,
pretty boy…" The three took hold of him, dragging him kicking and screaming to
an alley in a dark and silent street of Domino.
*I know… I get cold-
Cuz I can't leave things well alone- understand I'm
accident prone.
Me… I get free…
Every night the moon is mine-
But when the morning comes, don't say you love me- don't say you need me-
I really don't think that's fair-
Boy, I'm not so dumb…
But when you leave me-
I'll be wishing I, wishing I, wishing I was there…*
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PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I told you- it had to be done! (and for those who don't understand what happened… -_-. You'll get it by the time I finish the next track!) But believe me, the next will probably be really… mushy. O.o well, hopefully not so mushy. "Smoke" is a good song- it always makes me want to cry...
