Disclaimers: I do not own Yu Gi Oh. If I did it'd be yaoi and Tea would die. *throws darts at a picture of Tea on the wall* Anyway... lyrics credit to Linkin Park, the Meteora album. Oh.. this fic contains yaoi, which means a relationship between male/male. If you actually DON'T want top see two anime bishounens (pretty boys) feeling romantic/loving/sexual about each other, hit the back button on your browser.
And don't consider reading any of my other fanfictions. ^_~
Chapter 2
(Otherwise known as "Easier To Run")
A Yu Gi Oh songfic.
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~it's easier to run
replacing this pain with something numb
it's so much easier to go~
Bakura shook himself mentally, eyes narrowing into chocolate brown slits of anger. Why the hell had Ryou said that? And how in hell would Ryou want him?
"Not want.. love.." he murmured to himself. He quieted himself, listening for sounds upstairs. He heard none. Perhaps Ryou had gone to bed...
~then face all this pain here all alone
something has been taken
from deep inside of me~
"Why must I curse his life so.. was he happy before he got me and the damned Ring...?" Bakura mused, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. Internally, he felt like screaming for how he had just acted in the bathroom.
~A secret I've kept locked away
no one can ever see
wounds so deep they never show~
"I do love my hikari... he is the sliver of light in my dark hell.." the fiend admitted in barely a whisper. But Ryou could never know. If he did, who knew how much more Bakura would twist the teenager's mind. Ryou was too angelic and pure to be loved by such a dark being.
~they never go away
like moving pictures in my head
for years and years they've played~
"But that's why I hurt him, isn't it? If I cannot kiss that face, I strike it, if I cannot worship the body I spoil it with bruises and scars. I'm a poison..." Bakura said, wistfully sighing and slowly ascending the gloomy staircase. Slow, racking sobs could be heard from Ryou's room.
~if I could change I would
take back the pain I would
retrace every wrong move that I made I would~
Bakura tried the door. He blinked. It was locked.
"Hikari... please.. let me in. You know I can come through if I want, but I'd feel better if you invited me.." Bakura mumbled softly into the door.
"You.. you made me think I could trust you..."
Bakura smiled darkly.
"Trust a thief? Come, hikari... I promise not to hurt you.. let me in.."
~if I could
stand up and take the blame I would
if I could take all my shame to the grave I would~
"Like you promised in the bathroom?!" Ryou cried, his voice rising. Bakura leaned his forehead against the door, shaking. What had he done, making Ryou fear him so...?
"Ryou.."
"Why can't you love me? Like Yami loves Yugi?"
Bakura frowned.
"Don't bring the Pharaoh into this."
"Why not?! For all I know, you hate him because you lusted for him 5,000 years ago!"
~sometimes I remember
the darkness of my past
bringing back these memories~
Bakura's eyes widened. He looked away for a moment.
"At one point I was the body slave of someone in the Royal Palace," he admitted, voice low, "but it was not the Pharaoh."
"Who was it then?"
Bakura closed his eyes, willing away a tear that threatened to fall.
"The High Priest... Seto."
~I wish I didn't have
sometimes I think of letting go
and never looking back~
The door's lock clicked as it was opened. Bakura stared into the face of his hikari, who was crying, bloody, and with a large bruise on his cheek.
"Kaiba?!"
Bakura nodded. Slowly he stepped inside, closer, watching as Ryou instinctively flinched away from him.
~and never moving forward so
there would never be a past
just washing it aside~
"Don't..." Bakura said quietly, one hand reaching out to wipe tears from the boy's eyes.
"Don't what?" Ryou asked shakily.
"Don't move away from me." the Yami replied, leaning and gently claiming pale lips that were salty from the rare mixture of tears and blood.
~all of the helplessness inside
pretending I don't feel misplaced
is so much simpler than change~
Ryou was startled, but gave in, eyes sliding shut dreamily as he clutched Bakura's shoulders, in a way to remind himself this was real. His Yami was kissing him! 'The guilty pleasure he gives me.. no matter the pain, I still crave it so...'
~it's easier to run
replacing this pain with something numb
it's so much easier to go~
Bakura pulled away slightly, leaning his forehead against Ryou's.
"Yami.."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Bakura pushed a strand of silver hair out of Ryou's chocolate eyes, giving a small but true smile.
~then face all this pain here all alone~
"I know, hikari."
~end of chapter 2!~
hehe. Sorry it took so long for updates.. been really busy. Anyway, I've got BIG plans for this fic.. *nods* many other pairings.. including the Ancient Egypt Seto/Bakura that was mentioned here, Yami/Yugi.. and maybe I'll be nice and throw Duke and Joey into the mix. ^_~ The more reviews, the more I'll write. And each chapter will be themed with a Linkin park song, of course.
-Yami_Arike-
And don't consider reading any of my other fanfictions. ^_~
Chapter 2
(Otherwise known as "Easier To Run")
A Yu Gi Oh songfic.
--------
~it's easier to run
replacing this pain with something numb
it's so much easier to go~
Bakura shook himself mentally, eyes narrowing into chocolate brown slits of anger. Why the hell had Ryou said that? And how in hell would Ryou want him?
"Not want.. love.." he murmured to himself. He quieted himself, listening for sounds upstairs. He heard none. Perhaps Ryou had gone to bed...
~then face all this pain here all alone
something has been taken
from deep inside of me~
"Why must I curse his life so.. was he happy before he got me and the damned Ring...?" Bakura mused, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. Internally, he felt like screaming for how he had just acted in the bathroom.
~A secret I've kept locked away
no one can ever see
wounds so deep they never show~
"I do love my hikari... he is the sliver of light in my dark hell.." the fiend admitted in barely a whisper. But Ryou could never know. If he did, who knew how much more Bakura would twist the teenager's mind. Ryou was too angelic and pure to be loved by such a dark being.
~they never go away
like moving pictures in my head
for years and years they've played~
"But that's why I hurt him, isn't it? If I cannot kiss that face, I strike it, if I cannot worship the body I spoil it with bruises and scars. I'm a poison..." Bakura said, wistfully sighing and slowly ascending the gloomy staircase. Slow, racking sobs could be heard from Ryou's room.
~if I could change I would
take back the pain I would
retrace every wrong move that I made I would~
Bakura tried the door. He blinked. It was locked.
"Hikari... please.. let me in. You know I can come through if I want, but I'd feel better if you invited me.." Bakura mumbled softly into the door.
"You.. you made me think I could trust you..."
Bakura smiled darkly.
"Trust a thief? Come, hikari... I promise not to hurt you.. let me in.."
~if I could
stand up and take the blame I would
if I could take all my shame to the grave I would~
"Like you promised in the bathroom?!" Ryou cried, his voice rising. Bakura leaned his forehead against the door, shaking. What had he done, making Ryou fear him so...?
"Ryou.."
"Why can't you love me? Like Yami loves Yugi?"
Bakura frowned.
"Don't bring the Pharaoh into this."
"Why not?! For all I know, you hate him because you lusted for him 5,000 years ago!"
~sometimes I remember
the darkness of my past
bringing back these memories~
Bakura's eyes widened. He looked away for a moment.
"At one point I was the body slave of someone in the Royal Palace," he admitted, voice low, "but it was not the Pharaoh."
"Who was it then?"
Bakura closed his eyes, willing away a tear that threatened to fall.
"The High Priest... Seto."
~I wish I didn't have
sometimes I think of letting go
and never looking back~
The door's lock clicked as it was opened. Bakura stared into the face of his hikari, who was crying, bloody, and with a large bruise on his cheek.
"Kaiba?!"
Bakura nodded. Slowly he stepped inside, closer, watching as Ryou instinctively flinched away from him.
~and never moving forward so
there would never be a past
just washing it aside~
"Don't..." Bakura said quietly, one hand reaching out to wipe tears from the boy's eyes.
"Don't what?" Ryou asked shakily.
"Don't move away from me." the Yami replied, leaning and gently claiming pale lips that were salty from the rare mixture of tears and blood.
~all of the helplessness inside
pretending I don't feel misplaced
is so much simpler than change~
Ryou was startled, but gave in, eyes sliding shut dreamily as he clutched Bakura's shoulders, in a way to remind himself this was real. His Yami was kissing him! 'The guilty pleasure he gives me.. no matter the pain, I still crave it so...'
~it's easier to run
replacing this pain with something numb
it's so much easier to go~
Bakura pulled away slightly, leaning his forehead against Ryou's.
"Yami.."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Bakura pushed a strand of silver hair out of Ryou's chocolate eyes, giving a small but true smile.
~then face all this pain here all alone~
"I know, hikari."
~end of chapter 2!~
hehe. Sorry it took so long for updates.. been really busy. Anyway, I've got BIG plans for this fic.. *nods* many other pairings.. including the Ancient Egypt Seto/Bakura that was mentioned here, Yami/Yugi.. and maybe I'll be nice and throw Duke and Joey into the mix. ^_~ The more reviews, the more I'll write. And each chapter will be themed with a Linkin park song, of course.
-Yami_Arike-
