Authoress: YYYYAAAAYYYY!!!! I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry to those of you
who have waited so long for me to finish "Live Another Day", but I
abandoned it. I am not GOING to continue it. I can no longer stand the
thought of HP fanfics. But, I have been reading a lot of Yu-gi-oh fanfics,
and I REALLY like some of them. I used to watch the show religiously, but
stopped when it seemed to do a repeat of the plotline. Consequently I
didn't (and I must admit, still don't) even know what Battle City
is!!!!!!!!!! Kuso scary!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, I do know enough to write
about, and I've been trying to write something for months, but I can't
quite think of anything, and yes, I'm aware that this is a long A/N. Read
my other fanfic for a taste of what I can REALLY do when it comes to long
A/N's. Or, just get me to email you. Anyway, the first chapter of this one
isn't so angsty. The second chapter hopefully is. I'll shut up and yet you
read the fic now.
Readers: Phew! Finally!
Authoress: I HEARD THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sends all readers to the Shadow Realm* There! You can read from there!!! Oh, and don't forget to review!!!!!!!!
A PAIR OF SHATTERED HEARTS
Chapter 1: The Concert
"Yugi! I don't want to!" the white haired teenager whined. "I don't drink, I hate cigarette smoke, and I REALLY don't like pop music. Places like that should be illegal for us younger people!!"
"Now, Ryou," answered the spiky-haired boy patronizingly ('I must remind my Hikari that people don't like that tone,' though Yami absently), "it's a concert!! The only people who come are people our age! It'll be fun, you'll see! And there's supposed to be a really good singer on tonight!"
"Yugi," Ryou answered impatiently, "I've been over the stupid program at least ten times. The only act I would not bring earplugs to is one I've never heard of! What's it called again? Oh yes, Zeno Celase. OW!" he yelled as Yugi yanked a heavily gelled comb through the silver hair (A/N: yes, gel; how else would Yugi get his hair to stay like that?). Yugi grinned sheepishly.
"Oops, sorry, Ryou! It's just that you have really thick hair!" Ryou glared daggers at him, and then at the black leather outfit he had chosen. He didn't want to wear it. It reminded him too much of Yugi's Yami, which in turn reminded him of his own.
He sighed. His Yami. How long had he been gone? He didn't care. Or at least, he shouldn't. But he did. Before he left, all Ryou wanted was for him to leave, to vanish from Ryou's life forever. But now that he was gone, Ryou, crazy as it would seem, was having second thoughts. Why? Because through everything he'd been put through, through all the beatings, the physical, emotional and mental torture, he loved his Yami. Yes. He didn't know what it was, but through all the pain and torture, he still loved him. He dreaded coming home from school every day to face his Yami, and yet he awaited the time with unbearable tension, waiting, yelling, screaming inside at the clock for not going faster. And when he did get home, after the daily beatings had subsided, he would stare at the pool of his own blood and wish that his Yami had spilled more of it, if only it was to feel his touch again. It felt so painful, and yet so blissful. So wrong, and yet so right. Ryou sighed. It had only been a week, maybe less, if his memory served him, and yet he missed his abuser already. 'Something,' he thought sarcastically to himself, 'is not right with this picture.' Yugi noticed him deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts," said the young boy inquisitively.
Instead of answering Yugi's question, Ryou asked him, "How long has it been?"
"What?" asked Yugi, unsure of what his friend meant.
"Since he left," came the answer. "Since I made him leave."
Yugi sighed. "A week and a half, Ryou. You can't keep dwelling on it, you know. You've got to take your mind off it."
"How?," Ryou asked angrily. "How do I take my mind off of something like this?!"
Yugi, looking shocked, answered, "I don't know, Ryou. You'll have to ask Yami about it. I don't even know why you seem to care about that--" He stopped himself in time. Even innocent little Yugi had trouble keeping in his anger at Yami Bakura's treatment of Ryou. He retreated to his soul room, and Yami retreated from his, into the physical world. He looked inquisitively at Ryou.
"My Hikari said something about you needing a question answered." Ryou nodded hesitantly. "Well then, what is it?"
Ryou hesitated, that said slowly, "How can I take my mind off him?" Yami looked a little shocked at the question, but he quickly composed himself. He said, "I don't think you can. You can try to ease the pain, but the memories will never go away. I know that you feel guilty about banishing him, but--" Ryou chuckled bitterly.
"That's not it. It's something else. And that's the problem. The memories are the pain." Yami stared at him oddly. He seemed to be thinking about something. Then, as if something had clicked in his brain, he gasped, "You were in love with him, weren't you?" Ryou nodded.
"I still am."
Yami was shocked. "But, but," he stuttered helplessly. "How can you be? After all he's done to you?" Ryou shook his head.
"I don't know. I don't have a clue, but I am. I miss him so much, Yami. I knew he was abusive and that I couldn't live with him anymore, but I can't live without him, either! I don't know what to do, Yami! I can't go back to him, but I can't live without him!" Yami tried to comfort him, but comforting was not one of the things he was best at.
"It's okay, Ryou. You'll figure out what to do. But I can't tell you. You have to figure out yourself, or it won't work."
Ryou stared bitterly at Yami before he disappeared, then shooed the now- present Yugi out of the room as he resignedly began to dress.
"Oh well," he thought, sighing inwardly. "I guess I don't have a choice. It doesn't mean I don't get to brood, though." He stared at the picture of the white and spiky-haired, pale boy on his dresser. Luckily Yugi was too naïve to notice it, and Yami didn't come into his room often enough. "Yami," he thought sadly. "Why do I still miss you?"
Readers: Phew! Finally!
Authoress: I HEARD THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sends all readers to the Shadow Realm* There! You can read from there!!! Oh, and don't forget to review!!!!!!!!
A PAIR OF SHATTERED HEARTS
Chapter 1: The Concert
"Yugi! I don't want to!" the white haired teenager whined. "I don't drink, I hate cigarette smoke, and I REALLY don't like pop music. Places like that should be illegal for us younger people!!"
"Now, Ryou," answered the spiky-haired boy patronizingly ('I must remind my Hikari that people don't like that tone,' though Yami absently), "it's a concert!! The only people who come are people our age! It'll be fun, you'll see! And there's supposed to be a really good singer on tonight!"
"Yugi," Ryou answered impatiently, "I've been over the stupid program at least ten times. The only act I would not bring earplugs to is one I've never heard of! What's it called again? Oh yes, Zeno Celase. OW!" he yelled as Yugi yanked a heavily gelled comb through the silver hair (A/N: yes, gel; how else would Yugi get his hair to stay like that?). Yugi grinned sheepishly.
"Oops, sorry, Ryou! It's just that you have really thick hair!" Ryou glared daggers at him, and then at the black leather outfit he had chosen. He didn't want to wear it. It reminded him too much of Yugi's Yami, which in turn reminded him of his own.
He sighed. His Yami. How long had he been gone? He didn't care. Or at least, he shouldn't. But he did. Before he left, all Ryou wanted was for him to leave, to vanish from Ryou's life forever. But now that he was gone, Ryou, crazy as it would seem, was having second thoughts. Why? Because through everything he'd been put through, through all the beatings, the physical, emotional and mental torture, he loved his Yami. Yes. He didn't know what it was, but through all the pain and torture, he still loved him. He dreaded coming home from school every day to face his Yami, and yet he awaited the time with unbearable tension, waiting, yelling, screaming inside at the clock for not going faster. And when he did get home, after the daily beatings had subsided, he would stare at the pool of his own blood and wish that his Yami had spilled more of it, if only it was to feel his touch again. It felt so painful, and yet so blissful. So wrong, and yet so right. Ryou sighed. It had only been a week, maybe less, if his memory served him, and yet he missed his abuser already. 'Something,' he thought sarcastically to himself, 'is not right with this picture.' Yugi noticed him deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts," said the young boy inquisitively.
Instead of answering Yugi's question, Ryou asked him, "How long has it been?"
"What?" asked Yugi, unsure of what his friend meant.
"Since he left," came the answer. "Since I made him leave."
Yugi sighed. "A week and a half, Ryou. You can't keep dwelling on it, you know. You've got to take your mind off it."
"How?," Ryou asked angrily. "How do I take my mind off of something like this?!"
Yugi, looking shocked, answered, "I don't know, Ryou. You'll have to ask Yami about it. I don't even know why you seem to care about that--" He stopped himself in time. Even innocent little Yugi had trouble keeping in his anger at Yami Bakura's treatment of Ryou. He retreated to his soul room, and Yami retreated from his, into the physical world. He looked inquisitively at Ryou.
"My Hikari said something about you needing a question answered." Ryou nodded hesitantly. "Well then, what is it?"
Ryou hesitated, that said slowly, "How can I take my mind off him?" Yami looked a little shocked at the question, but he quickly composed himself. He said, "I don't think you can. You can try to ease the pain, but the memories will never go away. I know that you feel guilty about banishing him, but--" Ryou chuckled bitterly.
"That's not it. It's something else. And that's the problem. The memories are the pain." Yami stared at him oddly. He seemed to be thinking about something. Then, as if something had clicked in his brain, he gasped, "You were in love with him, weren't you?" Ryou nodded.
"I still am."
Yami was shocked. "But, but," he stuttered helplessly. "How can you be? After all he's done to you?" Ryou shook his head.
"I don't know. I don't have a clue, but I am. I miss him so much, Yami. I knew he was abusive and that I couldn't live with him anymore, but I can't live without him, either! I don't know what to do, Yami! I can't go back to him, but I can't live without him!" Yami tried to comfort him, but comforting was not one of the things he was best at.
"It's okay, Ryou. You'll figure out what to do. But I can't tell you. You have to figure out yourself, or it won't work."
Ryou stared bitterly at Yami before he disappeared, then shooed the now- present Yugi out of the room as he resignedly began to dress.
"Oh well," he thought, sighing inwardly. "I guess I don't have a choice. It doesn't mean I don't get to brood, though." He stared at the picture of the white and spiky-haired, pale boy on his dresser. Luckily Yugi was too naïve to notice it, and Yami didn't come into his room often enough. "Yami," he thought sadly. "Why do I still miss you?"