I baaaaaaaack! And it's about time, no? It's been over a month since I
updated. Cripes. I hope no one forgot about me.....
This chapter is pretty short, but considering I haven't updated in over a month, it's something, right? But my muse is back, and I know exactly where I'm going with this story now. And even though I don't have the next chapter written yet, I'm going to work on it tomorrow and update as soon as possible. Because I've missed this story.
Thanks to everyone who has read this story this far, and a special thanks to all the people who said they understood that I needed to put this on hold for a while. Thank you all for not being upset. *kisses to all the lovely reviewers*
Sooooo......I give you Chapter Nine! Woot!
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I run through the streets, blood on my clothes, blood on my hands. So red, so wet, so sacred. My mind will not tell me whose blood it is. But my heart tells me it is the blood of one near to me, near to my heart. My heart cries out in agony as my eyes stare at the crimson liquid on my palms; my feet continue to pound against the pavement as I run. I am always running. Always.
The uncaring, judgmental eyes of the people on the streets stare at me, and what a sight I am! My eyes are wild, my heart is breaking. My hands are flailing, my brain is throbbing. My body is no longer mine. All I know is that I must run, before my guilt catches up with me.
But guilt for what? Why can't I remember? Why wont my brain tell me what I want-what I need-to know? Why is my heart screaming out in agony?
I trip. My blood-covered hands hit the pavement, leaving crimson handprints in the street. I scramble to get up. Must keep running, always.
I run, out of the city, into the desert. I fall down in the sand, willing it to cover my body. Cover me, bury me, anything to stop the pain; I still do not know what I have done. Pyramids stand out against the horizon; the sun has begun to set. The sky is on fire; orange and red and yellow melt together to form a sight as beautiful as him.
Him. The one whose blood is on my hands. But who is he? Why does my heart break so much at knowing that something has happened to him? Who is he? Who am I?
My brain is ripping apart. I know nothing, yet I know everything. He has killed himself, killed himself for what I have done. I do not know who he is, who I am, but I know that I loved him.
I know that he loved me.
I stare at my hands, covered with the blood of my beloved. My beloved with no face, no name, no memory in my mind. My beloved that is dead because of me.
My palms burn. My skin sizzles as the blood sinks in. I scream out in agony as the sky above turns as red as blood.
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The bed beneath me shakes. I hear him panting, grasping in air as if he has not breathed in years. I turn over and sit up to face him.
His eyes are wide, and I believe that deep within them I see tears. His breathing is ragged; his hands are gripping the sheets as if without them he will fall into oblivion.
I reach out a hand and touch his arm. He flinches.
"Bakura?"
He turns, slowly. His eyes show uncertainty and fears. I have never seen him like this. Not even on that night months ago when he fell into my arms and cried, and I held him until all his tears had turned to nothing.
But this is different. This look in his eyes is like nothing I have ever seen before in anyone's eyes.
It is the look of one who has caused the death of another.
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He touches my arms. I flinch. I do not mean to, but I am so sensitive now to human touch. His hand is hot. My skin is like ice. I cannot shake the feelings that I felt in my dream.
"Bakura?" he asks. I hear the caring in his voice. But deep within it I hear the fear. I know that I am scaring him. I do not mean to, but I am scared as well.
It was not just a dream. It was my past. I know it. I feel it.
Somewhere in my past, I lost the one I most loved. Somewhere in my past, I did something terrible to someone, and I swore never to love again.
I have broken my promise. I have fallen in love with Ryou.
I am so lost. I don't know what to do. This dream has awoken something in me. Something that was buried deep within me, and now has found its way out. Something that does not want to love again. Something that does not want to risk hurting anyone again. Something that does not want to hurt Ryou again.
~End Chapter Nine~
Whew. So there ya go. The newest chapter. Odd, no? This story is really coming to a close now. Only about 3 more chapters tops left I think. Unless I figure out a way to make it longer. But I'm planning a prequel, so woot. Fun fun fun.
I'll be updating within the next week. So until then, MwAaZ!
~TaLoN~
This chapter is pretty short, but considering I haven't updated in over a month, it's something, right? But my muse is back, and I know exactly where I'm going with this story now. And even though I don't have the next chapter written yet, I'm going to work on it tomorrow and update as soon as possible. Because I've missed this story.
Thanks to everyone who has read this story this far, and a special thanks to all the people who said they understood that I needed to put this on hold for a while. Thank you all for not being upset. *kisses to all the lovely reviewers*
Sooooo......I give you Chapter Nine! Woot!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I run through the streets, blood on my clothes, blood on my hands. So red, so wet, so sacred. My mind will not tell me whose blood it is. But my heart tells me it is the blood of one near to me, near to my heart. My heart cries out in agony as my eyes stare at the crimson liquid on my palms; my feet continue to pound against the pavement as I run. I am always running. Always.
The uncaring, judgmental eyes of the people on the streets stare at me, and what a sight I am! My eyes are wild, my heart is breaking. My hands are flailing, my brain is throbbing. My body is no longer mine. All I know is that I must run, before my guilt catches up with me.
But guilt for what? Why can't I remember? Why wont my brain tell me what I want-what I need-to know? Why is my heart screaming out in agony?
I trip. My blood-covered hands hit the pavement, leaving crimson handprints in the street. I scramble to get up. Must keep running, always.
I run, out of the city, into the desert. I fall down in the sand, willing it to cover my body. Cover me, bury me, anything to stop the pain; I still do not know what I have done. Pyramids stand out against the horizon; the sun has begun to set. The sky is on fire; orange and red and yellow melt together to form a sight as beautiful as him.
Him. The one whose blood is on my hands. But who is he? Why does my heart break so much at knowing that something has happened to him? Who is he? Who am I?
My brain is ripping apart. I know nothing, yet I know everything. He has killed himself, killed himself for what I have done. I do not know who he is, who I am, but I know that I loved him.
I know that he loved me.
I stare at my hands, covered with the blood of my beloved. My beloved with no face, no name, no memory in my mind. My beloved that is dead because of me.
My palms burn. My skin sizzles as the blood sinks in. I scream out in agony as the sky above turns as red as blood.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The bed beneath me shakes. I hear him panting, grasping in air as if he has not breathed in years. I turn over and sit up to face him.
His eyes are wide, and I believe that deep within them I see tears. His breathing is ragged; his hands are gripping the sheets as if without them he will fall into oblivion.
I reach out a hand and touch his arm. He flinches.
"Bakura?"
He turns, slowly. His eyes show uncertainty and fears. I have never seen him like this. Not even on that night months ago when he fell into my arms and cried, and I held him until all his tears had turned to nothing.
But this is different. This look in his eyes is like nothing I have ever seen before in anyone's eyes.
It is the look of one who has caused the death of another.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
He touches my arms. I flinch. I do not mean to, but I am so sensitive now to human touch. His hand is hot. My skin is like ice. I cannot shake the feelings that I felt in my dream.
"Bakura?" he asks. I hear the caring in his voice. But deep within it I hear the fear. I know that I am scaring him. I do not mean to, but I am scared as well.
It was not just a dream. It was my past. I know it. I feel it.
Somewhere in my past, I lost the one I most loved. Somewhere in my past, I did something terrible to someone, and I swore never to love again.
I have broken my promise. I have fallen in love with Ryou.
I am so lost. I don't know what to do. This dream has awoken something in me. Something that was buried deep within me, and now has found its way out. Something that does not want to love again. Something that does not want to risk hurting anyone again. Something that does not want to hurt Ryou again.
~End Chapter Nine~
Whew. So there ya go. The newest chapter. Odd, no? This story is really coming to a close now. Only about 3 more chapters tops left I think. Unless I figure out a way to make it longer. But I'm planning a prequel, so woot. Fun fun fun.
I'll be updating within the next week. So until then, MwAaZ!
~TaLoN~