Well since I was determined to get another chapter out, like now! I only got 2 reviews, which did make me happy, and I send my thanks to SerenaArythusa and Daine. Oh! and SerenaArythusa your review made me laugh which made me happier ^^ So lets get this party started shall we… joy… I seem enthusiastic, don't I?

My Broken Shell
By: Lunatic Lisa
A Dedication Fan fiction To Yami Bakura


Chapter Two
"On the Outside"



As I was saying before I decided to stand up and kick the wall. I was going to make Yami Yuugi pay, and I think I'll need a little help, I think Malik would be good a the part. But the more I think about it, I shouldn't do it should I? I mean, I want to, but… I don't know what Ryou would think about me, he'd probably stay even further away from me that he already is...and that's pretty far

From confusing I screamed, no yelled, "Ra damnit! I just want to fucking kill him!!" "Oh crap, I hope nobody heard me, but why… WHY! Does it matter to me any more!"

"I should stop punching walls, I think one day I'm just gonna punch a hole in my light's bedroom, but why do I care? I don't even know, oh God please tell me why do I care for everything, why do I have guilt, still from beating Ryou into surrender, why do I feel, that those day when I used to practically kill Ryou are haunting my dreams, I can still see his face staring up at me pleading for me to stop…why!"

I really should start paying more attention to what's going on in reality than my own thoughts; it might just, one day save me a lot of humiliation. Well you see Ryou was standing there for only God knows how long, just staring at me, face surprised, taken back, in shock and wonder all at once.

When Ryou finally noticed I was staring back at him he hastily shifted his eyes to the floor staring at nothing but his own two feet. After a few minuets of silence Ryou's eyes moved slowly towards my glare and the wall that I had been punching and kicking for the last hour. Then he spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words, " Umm…Yami, are" he started stuttering, "are… um you okay?" He looked back towards me, eyes set on my ever so soften eyes. "Is something wrong?" Ryou looked closer at me and noticed I had been crying.

"Idiot, what the hell does he think he doing, staring at me, I want to punch him and make him pay dearly, but something told me that Ryou didn't do anything to me, and truefully he hadn't."

"Grr...to hell with what ever is making me feel all confused and guitly, I'm real pissed off, I just want to hurt something, anything right now!"

But instead I pushed back my anger in a rather odd way. I swallowed my spit, don't ask I just had to do something other than hurt my light; I was after all trying to be a nicer guy. I kept swallowing until I could think a something to say.

Ryou looked up at me again and said, "Yami are you feeling okay? You don't look very well, what's been bothering you, you know Yami you can tell me anything."

"Of course I knew I could tell him anything! He always listens, not like me who doesn't hang around with any loser who keep talking, on and on." But the thing was Ryou wanted to help me and with all the will power I could collect I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"Aibou I'm perfectly fine."

"Well it wasn't exactly a true lie, I was fine, on the outside, but in the inside I wanted to spill everything, everything that I had bolted up inside of me for many, many years, every little thing that had go wrong in my life, from Egypt, from my horrible excuse of a life, from every little feeling that I had felt, from my own self-pity, and even all that guilt I had felt every time I would even laugh at my Ryou."


But instead I just smiled up at him and brought my knees up to my chin and mumbled, " I have the most pitiful life."











You know what, I think I'm catching on to this great idea in my head... I have the next chapter written briefly in my...umm science notebook (what can I say that class IS boring) but I hope the next chapter to be up in 6 days at the max.Feel free to drop off a review or even a flame, but if you flame you must promise me that it will help me write better, okay?