Chapter 2

Beverly: OK, so, Joey tell Bakura a sweet but very OOC Bakura and a happy Ryou

Bakura: You are so horrible! How could you do this to me!

Beverly: It's actually quite easy. And I'm just relaying what happened

Bakura: *rolls his eyes* Yeah sure.

Beverly: Just so you know

Bakura: well, you aren't in there, so ha

Beverly: well, I put Joey with Mai for once

Bakura: Then that's not what happened!

Beverly: And I'll either leave myself out or stick with Seto, or put Mai with Seto instead. That works. Joey, tell them. Whoever is reading this, should I put myself in? If you want to know my story, read Meeting Silence. Ok, now I'll shut it.

/Bakura/ //Ryou//

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Ryou slept peacefully in his Yami's arms, who was in memories and thoughts of the last half hour

[Flashback]

Bakura parted from Ryou, who started sobbing in his chest. "Thank you." And he kept mumbling incoherently. The tomb robber kissed his hikari's forehead. /Sleep, love, you need it./ Ryou froze. "What'd you call me?" "Umm…" Ryou smiled brightly and Bakura had to swallow. His light leaned into him. "I love you too, My Yami." (Sound like Miami. Hehehe.)

[End of flashback]

'I still can't believe I said that.' He sighed and got out of bed, slowly, as to not wake up Ryou. Thank the gods it was Saturday. Ryou wasn't exactly thinking about school when he attempted suicide and it was well past midnight when the incident happened. Bakura walked to the study and over to his 'plans' for the MI (Millennium items,) written in hieroglyphs and moved them aside, revealing an open notebook written in English. He had asked his hikari about his father's researched and got thought to read, write and speak English, even though he could only speak Japanese. 'Should I show him? Should I not?' He shrugged and decided there was no point keeping it a secret.

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Morning (11:03)

Ryou woke up and looked around. He went into his father's study, where Bakura always seemed to be, working on plans for the MI. He noticed the desktop was nearly empty and was suddenly afraid, his stomach tight and him feeling sick. 'Did… did I just dream it all? Why would he just leave like that?' He went over, desperate for any clue that he wasn't suddenly completely alone. On the nicely-polished desk was a notebook he recognized and a note addressed to him.

Ryou-

Don't worry. I didn't go anywhere.

He smiled weakly. Surely, the tomb robber wouldn't lie about something like that. But still somewhere in the recesses of his mind, doubt and fear still lurked

I no longer need my 'plans,' so I threw them away. 'Huh? What does that mean?' If you haven't noticed, which you probably haven't since I didn't let you touch them, I haven't worked on them for over a month now. Instead, I was writing this. Go ahead and read it, it won't bite. I'm sure you'll be interested.

Ryou rose an eyebrow, his attention peaked. 'What could he possibly be talking about?' He plopped down in a nearby chair and grabbed the notebook, opening it. The first page was covered in hieroglyphs, underneath it, in scrawny, fast written writing, was the translation.

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Let me in

I'll close the door

Let me dance the dream

Let me live the truth

Love me, leave me

I don't care

It doesn't matter

Just let me in

Let me love you

Can't make me hate you

I'll be there for eternity

What do you think of me?

Ryou blinked a couple times and read it over. Had he read that right? Was he imagining things? He turned the page and kept reading.

Page 4:

Thinking of you

Staring at the ceiling

Remembering you

Back against the wall

Wanting you

Lying on my side

Dreaming of you

A smile on my face

'What? I think I missed something…'

Page 8:

Whatever I say

Whatever you see

Whatever I pretend

Don't let me be

'Who ever would have thought?'

Page 22:

Miss me?

Thinking

See me?

Wishing

Feel me?

Knowing

Hear me?

Crying

I do

'Yami… My Yami'

Page 53:

My hikari-

There's no point writing this, as you'll never read it anyway. What can I say? At least I'm not writing an idiot thing to some 'Dear diary' like a giggling girl. 'Now there's the tomb robber I know and love.' Ryou thought smiling. I guess I never liked girls anyway. Especially Téa. Ugh. Too much annoying friendship talk. But…I'm sorry for hurting you. It hurts to do it, but I'm just so weak myself. It's just because I'm afraid of whatever you'd do if you found out what I really think of you. So, to make sure you don't find out, I act like I hate you. But it's so hard to look at you after. I can see it, how you look so dejected, so alone. And I want to fall to my knees and apologize. And I want to go over and hold you in my arms until you stop crying. And I can see I'm pushing you too far. You look so dead. All the time, but especially after. I hate hurting you like I do.  You remember the 'guys?' How I wouldn't allow you to talk to them or anything?  Stupid question. How could you forget? I know I say it's just because they are my enemies, but it's not true. I can see the way the way you stare, the way your eyes glaze over when you see them together, and you look like you're about to cry. It hurts you nearly as much as the daily beatings. I'm such a coward. Always hiding.

Maybe tomorrow…

Ryou stared a while before turning the page, where he found another note.

            Hello love-

Did you really read all that? I'm surprised, but maybe I shouldn't be. Do you believe that I'm still here now? You better.

He smiled. Indeed, he now trusted Yami completely. Now that his mind was no longer occupied, he felt hungry. He ran to the kitchen and skidded to a halt. He made himself some soup and proceeded to fill his stomach. As soon as he was done, he wanted to see his Yami. Wondering where he could possibly be, the British duelist entered the living room and found the object of his attention sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling Thinking of you, Staring at the ceiling. He silently walked over and sat on his lap. Bakura looked down, but soon closed his eyes. Ryou wrapped his arms around his Yami's neck, and felt him wrap his own around his waist. Bakura pulled the boy closer to him, deepening the kiss, and hearing his hikari moan. Ryou broke the kiss and smiled at the tomb robber. "Thanks." "Anything for you…" And they stayed on the couch for a while

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Beverly:

As I was saying. Sorry, I couldn't keep it sad and angst very long. The first chapter was al impulse and soul writing, no thinking involved, minus when I corrected it slightly. It's a                mood I get stuck in once in a while. Sorry if you think the first chapter's better. So do I. Anyway. For the next chapter, I'm bringing in the other characters and I need to know If you think I should but myself in (Meeting Silence) or not. If yes, should I put Mai with Joey or Seto? Whoever she doesn't go with, I will.