Authors Note: Fisrt of all I would like to say that this is a the same
story as 'Healing Souls' I just changed the title and the story itself is
going to be going through the major changes compared to what it was
originally planned as. Sorry for all the confusion. As always I hope you
enjoy this story and please feel free to leave any and all comments and
constructive criticism that you have.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, if I did I would sue 4Kids Entertainment for doing such a poor dub dubbing and editing it, and just simply kill off a good show.
Key:
'blah blah blah' - thoughts
"blah blah, blah" - speech
~*~*~*~* - Scene change
~*flashback*~ - flashback (simple, ne?)
Yami Bakura - Bakura
Normal Bakura - Ryou
Yami Yugi- Yami (I may actually give him a name later on is the story, but we shall see ~smirks~)
Normal Yugi - Yugi
Take These broken Wings
Chapter 1: In the Night
The night was clear and crisp; the stars were twinkling brightly and the moon shown at its full. Deep brown eyes gazed out from a window seeking the comfort of the night. Sighing Bakura turned his gaze from the moon to his other self, his aibou. Ryou was sleeping peacefully, curled tightly in his blankets. The only light source in the room was from the full moon above, lighting the room and Ryou with an almost angelic glow. Bakura was amazed at how beautiful the boy looked in the pale light, the soft skin and snow white hair sparkling with beauty.
'He looks so beautiful in his sleep. Wait! What am I thinking?! He's weak.' Bakura growled at himself. With a quick jerk of his head, he returned his gaze to the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou tossed and moaned in his sleep. He was dreaming; that Bakura was sure of, but of what, he couldn't tell. That was until Ryou began to talk in his sleep.
"Yami, please stop. What did I do.?" He curled into a tight ball and put his hands over his head in a protective manner. "Please."
Bakura got up from his seat by the window and quietly walked over to Ryou's bed. When he reached the bed he was not surprised to find Ryou crying and shaking in his sleep.
"Weak," he breathed "weak but beautiful." With slow movements he gently brushed his knuckles along Ryou's cheek. Ryou stiffened at the touch and gave a small whimper. Bakura's heart melted slightly at the sound. How could he cause harm to one so beautiful, to one that reminded him of his past self? 'Because he's weak, just like I used to be, and needs to be taught how to be strong.' His mind chided as he pulled his hand away.
Ryou woke with a start, happy to be away from the nightmare. They came so often now, that he was almost willing to give up sleep itself. Slowly he uncurled himself from the constricting sheets, and sat up only to come face to face with his yami.
"Yami?" He asked quietly, hoping that it was just a vision. Looking into his yami's eyes he could see anger flashing in their depths. Letting out a small whimper of fear he closed his eyes and pushed him-self up against the wall, expecting what he knew was to come.
"Ryou." Bakura breathed in a barely audible whisper. He then reached out and gently placed his hand on Ryou's shoulder. Feeling the smaller boy stiffen he sighed.
"Ryou, open your eyes." He said gently, "Please."
Ryou tried to hold his fear in check, but it was no use. All he wanted to do was to just melt into the wall and be away from his evil self. Trembling, he slowly opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't.."
"Hush" Bakura stated harshly, instantly regretting it when Ryou stiffened and shut his eyes again. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Just please open your eyes." He ran his fingers along Ryou's cheek to stop under his chin. He tilted Ryou's head so that he could look into the beautiful brown eyes, but they were still closed to him. "Ryou, I promise you.. I will not hurt you. Not now or ever again. Now please open your eyes."
Ryou started, he was expecting his yami to yell at him, hit him, anything but this. Could what his yami be saying actually be true? He would never hurt him again. No, it had to be some kind of trick. But there was always that last ray of hope. A tear made its way through shut lids. And surprisingly he felt a gentle hand brush it away. Maybe it was true; maybe his yami would never hurt him again. Slowly he opened his eyes.
"That's better. Now look at me Ryou." Slowly Ryou looked into his yami's eyes fearful of the anger he might find in them, but to his surprise there was none. "There now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Bakura said with a laugh.
It was obviously a rhetorical question, but all Ryou wanted to do was shout 'yes.' After having your yami beat you for weeks, of course it's going to be hard to look at him without flinching.
Bakura let a small smile play on his lips, before letting out a soft sigh and again running his knuckles across Ryou's cheek.
"Ryou...." he sighed. "I am so sorry I treated you the way I did. I was only acting as I knew how, I wanted to teach you to be strong, but now I see it was the wrong way."
'As you only knew how?' Ryou thought looking at his yami. 'What was it like in you other life? What did you have to go through?' Mustering up the courage he spoke "Yami?"
"Yes, aibou?"
"What was it like?" Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"What was what like?" He asked a tad confused as to what his hikari meant.
"Your past. What was it like?" Ryou amended. Shifting in the bed so he was more comfortable, but causing the blankets to fall from his body. The coolness of the room and the autumn night hit him full force and he couldn't suppress the shiver that made its way through his body. Noticing this Bakura lifted the blanket and gently wrapped it around Ryou.
"My past?" Bakura whispered; his eyes then became distant, as he seemed to drift into memories of his former life. "My past" he whispered again, this time it was filled with sorrow. His eyes then returned back to their normal chocolate depths. Shifting so that he was sitting on the bed with Ryou, he pulled the smaller boy into his lap, still mindful to keep Ryou wrapped in the warm blanket. "You want to hear of my past?" He asked, his voice still a whisper.
Ryou nodded. Never had he seen his yami act like this. Not that he was complaining, but he was worried for Bakura.
"All right. I'll tell you my story." Bakura answered and then kissed Ryou's forehead.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, if I did I would sue 4Kids Entertainment for doing such a poor dub dubbing and editing it, and just simply kill off a good show.
Key:
'blah blah blah' - thoughts
"blah blah, blah" - speech
~*~*~*~* - Scene change
~*flashback*~ - flashback (simple, ne?)
Yami Bakura - Bakura
Normal Bakura - Ryou
Yami Yugi- Yami (I may actually give him a name later on is the story, but we shall see ~smirks~)
Normal Yugi - Yugi
Take These broken Wings
Chapter 1: In the Night
The night was clear and crisp; the stars were twinkling brightly and the moon shown at its full. Deep brown eyes gazed out from a window seeking the comfort of the night. Sighing Bakura turned his gaze from the moon to his other self, his aibou. Ryou was sleeping peacefully, curled tightly in his blankets. The only light source in the room was from the full moon above, lighting the room and Ryou with an almost angelic glow. Bakura was amazed at how beautiful the boy looked in the pale light, the soft skin and snow white hair sparkling with beauty.
'He looks so beautiful in his sleep. Wait! What am I thinking?! He's weak.' Bakura growled at himself. With a quick jerk of his head, he returned his gaze to the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryou tossed and moaned in his sleep. He was dreaming; that Bakura was sure of, but of what, he couldn't tell. That was until Ryou began to talk in his sleep.
"Yami, please stop. What did I do.?" He curled into a tight ball and put his hands over his head in a protective manner. "Please."
Bakura got up from his seat by the window and quietly walked over to Ryou's bed. When he reached the bed he was not surprised to find Ryou crying and shaking in his sleep.
"Weak," he breathed "weak but beautiful." With slow movements he gently brushed his knuckles along Ryou's cheek. Ryou stiffened at the touch and gave a small whimper. Bakura's heart melted slightly at the sound. How could he cause harm to one so beautiful, to one that reminded him of his past self? 'Because he's weak, just like I used to be, and needs to be taught how to be strong.' His mind chided as he pulled his hand away.
Ryou woke with a start, happy to be away from the nightmare. They came so often now, that he was almost willing to give up sleep itself. Slowly he uncurled himself from the constricting sheets, and sat up only to come face to face with his yami.
"Yami?" He asked quietly, hoping that it was just a vision. Looking into his yami's eyes he could see anger flashing in their depths. Letting out a small whimper of fear he closed his eyes and pushed him-self up against the wall, expecting what he knew was to come.
"Ryou." Bakura breathed in a barely audible whisper. He then reached out and gently placed his hand on Ryou's shoulder. Feeling the smaller boy stiffen he sighed.
"Ryou, open your eyes." He said gently, "Please."
Ryou tried to hold his fear in check, but it was no use. All he wanted to do was to just melt into the wall and be away from his evil self. Trembling, he slowly opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't.."
"Hush" Bakura stated harshly, instantly regretting it when Ryou stiffened and shut his eyes again. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Just please open your eyes." He ran his fingers along Ryou's cheek to stop under his chin. He tilted Ryou's head so that he could look into the beautiful brown eyes, but they were still closed to him. "Ryou, I promise you.. I will not hurt you. Not now or ever again. Now please open your eyes."
Ryou started, he was expecting his yami to yell at him, hit him, anything but this. Could what his yami be saying actually be true? He would never hurt him again. No, it had to be some kind of trick. But there was always that last ray of hope. A tear made its way through shut lids. And surprisingly he felt a gentle hand brush it away. Maybe it was true; maybe his yami would never hurt him again. Slowly he opened his eyes.
"That's better. Now look at me Ryou." Slowly Ryou looked into his yami's eyes fearful of the anger he might find in them, but to his surprise there was none. "There now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Bakura said with a laugh.
It was obviously a rhetorical question, but all Ryou wanted to do was shout 'yes.' After having your yami beat you for weeks, of course it's going to be hard to look at him without flinching.
Bakura let a small smile play on his lips, before letting out a soft sigh and again running his knuckles across Ryou's cheek.
"Ryou...." he sighed. "I am so sorry I treated you the way I did. I was only acting as I knew how, I wanted to teach you to be strong, but now I see it was the wrong way."
'As you only knew how?' Ryou thought looking at his yami. 'What was it like in you other life? What did you have to go through?' Mustering up the courage he spoke "Yami?"
"Yes, aibou?"
"What was it like?" Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"What was what like?" He asked a tad confused as to what his hikari meant.
"Your past. What was it like?" Ryou amended. Shifting in the bed so he was more comfortable, but causing the blankets to fall from his body. The coolness of the room and the autumn night hit him full force and he couldn't suppress the shiver that made its way through his body. Noticing this Bakura lifted the blanket and gently wrapped it around Ryou.
"My past?" Bakura whispered; his eyes then became distant, as he seemed to drift into memories of his former life. "My past" he whispered again, this time it was filled with sorrow. His eyes then returned back to their normal chocolate depths. Shifting so that he was sitting on the bed with Ryou, he pulled the smaller boy into his lap, still mindful to keep Ryou wrapped in the warm blanket. "You want to hear of my past?" He asked, his voice still a whisper.
Ryou nodded. Never had he seen his yami act like this. Not that he was complaining, but he was worried for Bakura.
"All right. I'll tell you my story." Bakura answered and then kissed Ryou's forehead.