I'm back again! I want to thank so many people for being so nice to me in
the reviews!!! Okay let's start with:
Yuri Rikusentai: Thank you so much for the plushies *hugs to my chest in a death grip* and the posters! *Posts them up on her room and stares at them for 5 hours* I want to dedicate this chapter to you for being one of the best reviewers ever! Think of it as thanks you gift!
Death's Child: Yes angst is the greatest. Thanks for the review.
Bakura-is-MINE-1: I'm sorry for making you cry! Here, *hands tissue* He will get better, but for now more angst! Heh.
Link-Roy-Marth-lover: Thanks for the review! I know it was sad, but he will get better.eventually. Meaning not anytime soon.
Anyways on with the chapter! Oh and it starts with Bakura's POV.
Warnings: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura and more Ryou angst! Yes for this and maybe the next chapter it will contain unearthly amounts of Ryou angst, I know I'm sorry, but he will get better! I promise! *crosses fingers behind my back* Hehe. **************************************************************** *********************************************** I see his face looking anguished as he gazes at the highly polished coffin. White flowers are neatly placed on the shining coffin. I see his hands twist at each other, wringing each other in their death grips. I only came to his father's funeral because he begged me, well rather he asked me and I immediately agreed. In all this black, he seems to look paler then ever.not the delicate porcelain pale, but deathly pale. His eyes seem to be too big for his face as they are doubled over in pain and grief. For about the 100th time today I ask Kami what he did to deserve this. Ryou doesn't deserve to be punished for no reason! I hear the murmurs of:
"Poor boy, all alone now."
"Must miss his father terribly."
"Heard his sister and mother died as well."
"Poor dear."
"He looks so unhappy." I clench my hands, of course he's unhappy! You don't need to say it out loud! His father died for goodness sake! Kami! Did his father work with these bakas?! No wonder he died in an accident! I glare at the huddled bunch of people, who seem to suddenly go quiet under my gaze. I walk over to his hunched figure and gently touch his arm.
"You know, you might break your hands like that."
Startled he looks up at me and tires to smile although he fails terribly. I see him shiver in the chilled air. In a whispery voice I hear him murmur.
"Hard to believe he's dead."
I see tears beginning to form in his pain clouded eyes. Don't cry angel, don't ruin those beautiful eyes of yours. No more tears, no more sorrow, please angel, don't cry. I hesitantly let my arm wrap around your thin shoulders and pull you into a protective embrace. Your snowy white head rests on my shoulder and I hear your voice murmur out once more.
"What did I do to deserve this Bakura-san?"
I feel my heart squeeze tight as I hear his little voice sounding like a little child being scolded. You didn't deserve this angel; you didn't deserve any of this. Fate has just been cruel to you angel, fate has been cruel.
"Fate is just cruel Ryou-san."
(Ryou)
"Fate is just cruel Ryou-san."
Fate is indeed cruel. First mother, then Amane, then...I close my eyes as I feel tears brush on my eyes once more. I told myself I wouldn't cry, not this time. I smile wryly as I remember the last time I said that to myself was when Amane died. When I saw her little casket laid out, covered with white lilies, they were her favorite flowers. I just let Bakura pull me closer into a warm and protective embrace. Amidst the haze of pain and loneliness, Bakura's embrace seems to lessen the pain the slightest bit.
The service went sluggishly slow, I once more felt like I was in school. The only difference was my father's overly shined casket lay covered in white bleeding hearts, those were his favorite flowers. He said it reminded him of mother, the way she caused his heart to bleed when she died. Mother's casket was covered in wisterias, they were his favorites. I look away and at the black of my pants. The speaker's talk about his greatness as a colleague and friend, yet he seems to be like a distant stranger to me rather then my father, possibly because he never was home. I feel guilty as I think about my father like that. He was a good father, he just couldn't handle being alone like me. Well he won't be alone anymore, don't worry father; you'll be with Amane and mother. I will be the one that is alone now. Alone.
(Bakura)
As the herd of black clad figures huddle to Ryou's house for the banquet, I see his silvery head bent, concentrating on the floor. Once in the house, he seems to be swallowed in the crowd of black. I desperately search for the silvery white of his hair, yet fail to find it. I snake to the side, ready to give up my search, when I spot the silvery white in a secluded corner. Pressing his face into a pillow, he's huddled in an armchair, trying to hide from the crowds. I can see his little body shaking as tears seem to be disappearing into the pillow. I pick my way across to his dark little corner and sit on the armchair with him. Gently touching his shoulder I move his hair trying to get him to look up. As he does, I feel surprised. He's not crying, well not exactly at least. He's laughing, not the delighted sort of laugh, but the hysterical laugh, and tears stream down his face at the same time. Oh angel, what's wrong? What happened? His hysterical laughter seems to disappear among the chatter of the black clad people, but I can still here it. Distorted and so unlike you. Angel, what happened?
(Ryou)
I'm alone, alone in the world. Alone in the world, alone in the world. You know that sort of rhymes. Burying my face into a pillow, I feel laughter bubble up from within my throat. It's funny! I'm alone in the world! It's hysterical! I feel tears drip down my face as I laugh. It's just so funny! Being alone here in this big house with no one to care for me! It's hilarious! I feel Bakura look at me alarmed. What's wrong? Don't you see how funny this is? How hysterical it is? IT'S FUNNY!
"It's...funny Bakura-san."
I manage to wheeze out amidst laughter.
"I'm alone...and no one...to care for...me!"
I feel myself give out another peal of laughter as I say it out loud. It sounds even funnier when I say it! I clutch my stomach, which is starting to ache from laughing too hard. I feel strong hands grip my shoulders and force me to look into that beautiful blood like eyes. It's funny Bakura-san, its funny! I let out a gasp as I try to catch my breath and soon my vision starts to fade.
"It's...funny."
I breathe out with the last bit of my consciousness before slumping onto Bakura's shoulder. I let the comforting blackness over take me as it carries me to the land to dreams where all reality is suspended.
(Bakura)
RYOU ARE YOU NUTS?! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! RYOU SNAP OUT OF IT! I see his small form slump as he closes his eyes and seems to have passed out. I start to panic, well what would you have done if a kid whose father just died started to laugh hysterically and suddenly blacked out?! Easily I picked him up and discreetly carried him to what I though was to be his room; well considering it was the only room that looked occupied. The group people didn't even seem to notice me carrying Ryou to the upper part of the house...geesh you'd think they were here only for the food. Gently I laid his limp form onto the blue blanketed bed. The soothing grey and blue colored room seemed to calm my nerves, much like Ryou does. I paced the freakishly neat room, trying to find in my much cluttered mind what to do. Instinctively I put my hands deep into my pockets to feel the plastic of my cell phone. Course! I flipped over the cover and dialed a number.
"Moshi-moshi how may I help you?"
"I would like to speak to Dr. Tehoran please?"
I hear a click and a different voice speaks through.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"Hey 'kassan, it's me."
"Oh hey honey, how was the funeral?"
I sweat drop slightly as I hear the question. My mother's weird like that.
"Um...depressing? But I have a problem."
"What is it honey?"
I feel my eye twitch at the sugar coated nick name...I hate them. Why can't my mother just call me Bakura? Every body else does. Then I remember that I'm still on the phone.
"Can you pick me up?"
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."
I hear another click as she hangs up. That's what's cool about my mom, she never really seems to question what I do or why I do it...hence she never asks about my collection of sharp objects and things that explode...my cherry bomb collection is safe hehehe. I cautiously approach Ryou's slender limp form and rest a hand on his forehead...maybe he's catching a fever. Nope, not really warm. Hysterics? I sigh and cross the room, looking at things that make up his room. A highly polished oak box seems to stand out on his desk. Glancing over to him, I open the box. Cards? I take one out and look at it intently. I read the word written out in scroll form, "The Fool." What the hell is this?! I take out a couple more to see more pictures and words that make up what looks like a tarot deck. Is Ryou a witch?* Frowning I put the cards back and close the box. I poke at it, thinking maybe it'll suddenly come alive and cast a spell on me...what?! You never know! Deciding that it's just a box I continue my journey around his room. I come across a picture frame set on his bed side table. A beautiful lady with silvery white hair and gentle brown eyes stared serenely in Ryou's direction. Her pale skin seemed to be translucent and radiated with happiness and grace. If it wasn't for the fact that her hair was waist long, she looked much like Ryou. The same silvery hair, the warm brown eyes, and that beautiful pale skin. Must be his mother. It's amazing that it was only a picture, I expected her to blink out at me or smile more broadly at Ryou. No wonder Ryou was sad she died. Then another picture made me stare. It was a little girl, only what seemed to be about 8 or 9. Dark blue hair was slickly put into a pony tail as she smiled broadly to me. Her brown eyes shined with mirth and amusement. Seems like all the Hanai family has brown eyes. A stack of papers catch my eyes...what's this? I unfold what looks to be a letter.
Dear Amane,
School went as usual, but I have to tell you Mane-chan, nothing's really the same without you.........Otoussan left for another expedition. House seems to be quite quiet, I almost expect you to be coming out of a little corner trying to attack me. I miss you Mane-chan...you and all the noise you used to make. Everything's too silent without you here...
I fold the letter again. Is Ryou writing to his dead sister?* I find it odd, not the bad kind of odd that I think he's insane, but odd as in interesting odd. Is this his way of grieving? I hear a honk outside and I drop the letter back onto its previous stack and carry him to the car. Once more nobody seems to notice our departure. Baka people can't believe they called themselves friends of his father. I snort at them and quickly slide into the car.
"Hey mom, meet Ryou."
(Ryou)
I feel a cool cloth gently glide over my face. It feels refreshing as it wipes away the sticky sensation of left over tears. I shift over to my side, trying to get more comfortable, but I'm awake now. Sleep seems to have left me or rather consciousness seems to have found its way back into my mind. I open my eyes to see myself in a darkened room greeted by brown eyes filled with mirth and amusement. It couldn't be! I only know one pair of eyes filled with mirth and amusement like that; they seem to smile and laugh at me, not teasingly, but rather with happiness and kindness. I feel my eyes widen considerably as I see the familiar eyes stare intently at me.
"Mane-chan?" **************************************************************** *********************************************** My goodness! That was one really long chapter! I think my fingers are numb now...I can't move them!!!! Anyways, like I warned you mucho Ryou angst. It will get better soon; just waits a chapter or two. Anyways, um...well read and review please and ja ne until then ^_^!
*Ryou has been dubbed a witch in many fic's and the magna version of Yu-Gi-Oh. There might be some tarot reading which I know how to do later in the story. I'm not really a witch, just a person into mystics.
*Ryou has also been known to write to his Amane in the magna, I decided to incorporate it into the fic.
Yuri Rikusentai: Thank you so much for the plushies *hugs to my chest in a death grip* and the posters! *Posts them up on her room and stares at them for 5 hours* I want to dedicate this chapter to you for being one of the best reviewers ever! Think of it as thanks you gift!
Death's Child: Yes angst is the greatest. Thanks for the review.
Bakura-is-MINE-1: I'm sorry for making you cry! Here, *hands tissue* He will get better, but for now more angst! Heh.
Link-Roy-Marth-lover: Thanks for the review! I know it was sad, but he will get better.eventually. Meaning not anytime soon.
Anyways on with the chapter! Oh and it starts with Bakura's POV.
Warnings: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura and more Ryou angst! Yes for this and maybe the next chapter it will contain unearthly amounts of Ryou angst, I know I'm sorry, but he will get better! I promise! *crosses fingers behind my back* Hehe. **************************************************************** *********************************************** I see his face looking anguished as he gazes at the highly polished coffin. White flowers are neatly placed on the shining coffin. I see his hands twist at each other, wringing each other in their death grips. I only came to his father's funeral because he begged me, well rather he asked me and I immediately agreed. In all this black, he seems to look paler then ever.not the delicate porcelain pale, but deathly pale. His eyes seem to be too big for his face as they are doubled over in pain and grief. For about the 100th time today I ask Kami what he did to deserve this. Ryou doesn't deserve to be punished for no reason! I hear the murmurs of:
"Poor boy, all alone now."
"Must miss his father terribly."
"Heard his sister and mother died as well."
"Poor dear."
"He looks so unhappy." I clench my hands, of course he's unhappy! You don't need to say it out loud! His father died for goodness sake! Kami! Did his father work with these bakas?! No wonder he died in an accident! I glare at the huddled bunch of people, who seem to suddenly go quiet under my gaze. I walk over to his hunched figure and gently touch his arm.
"You know, you might break your hands like that."
Startled he looks up at me and tires to smile although he fails terribly. I see him shiver in the chilled air. In a whispery voice I hear him murmur.
"Hard to believe he's dead."
I see tears beginning to form in his pain clouded eyes. Don't cry angel, don't ruin those beautiful eyes of yours. No more tears, no more sorrow, please angel, don't cry. I hesitantly let my arm wrap around your thin shoulders and pull you into a protective embrace. Your snowy white head rests on my shoulder and I hear your voice murmur out once more.
"What did I do to deserve this Bakura-san?"
I feel my heart squeeze tight as I hear his little voice sounding like a little child being scolded. You didn't deserve this angel; you didn't deserve any of this. Fate has just been cruel to you angel, fate has been cruel.
"Fate is just cruel Ryou-san."
(Ryou)
"Fate is just cruel Ryou-san."
Fate is indeed cruel. First mother, then Amane, then...I close my eyes as I feel tears brush on my eyes once more. I told myself I wouldn't cry, not this time. I smile wryly as I remember the last time I said that to myself was when Amane died. When I saw her little casket laid out, covered with white lilies, they were her favorite flowers. I just let Bakura pull me closer into a warm and protective embrace. Amidst the haze of pain and loneliness, Bakura's embrace seems to lessen the pain the slightest bit.
The service went sluggishly slow, I once more felt like I was in school. The only difference was my father's overly shined casket lay covered in white bleeding hearts, those were his favorite flowers. He said it reminded him of mother, the way she caused his heart to bleed when she died. Mother's casket was covered in wisterias, they were his favorites. I look away and at the black of my pants. The speaker's talk about his greatness as a colleague and friend, yet he seems to be like a distant stranger to me rather then my father, possibly because he never was home. I feel guilty as I think about my father like that. He was a good father, he just couldn't handle being alone like me. Well he won't be alone anymore, don't worry father; you'll be with Amane and mother. I will be the one that is alone now. Alone.
(Bakura)
As the herd of black clad figures huddle to Ryou's house for the banquet, I see his silvery head bent, concentrating on the floor. Once in the house, he seems to be swallowed in the crowd of black. I desperately search for the silvery white of his hair, yet fail to find it. I snake to the side, ready to give up my search, when I spot the silvery white in a secluded corner. Pressing his face into a pillow, he's huddled in an armchair, trying to hide from the crowds. I can see his little body shaking as tears seem to be disappearing into the pillow. I pick my way across to his dark little corner and sit on the armchair with him. Gently touching his shoulder I move his hair trying to get him to look up. As he does, I feel surprised. He's not crying, well not exactly at least. He's laughing, not the delighted sort of laugh, but the hysterical laugh, and tears stream down his face at the same time. Oh angel, what's wrong? What happened? His hysterical laughter seems to disappear among the chatter of the black clad people, but I can still here it. Distorted and so unlike you. Angel, what happened?
(Ryou)
I'm alone, alone in the world. Alone in the world, alone in the world. You know that sort of rhymes. Burying my face into a pillow, I feel laughter bubble up from within my throat. It's funny! I'm alone in the world! It's hysterical! I feel tears drip down my face as I laugh. It's just so funny! Being alone here in this big house with no one to care for me! It's hilarious! I feel Bakura look at me alarmed. What's wrong? Don't you see how funny this is? How hysterical it is? IT'S FUNNY!
"It's...funny Bakura-san."
I manage to wheeze out amidst laughter.
"I'm alone...and no one...to care for...me!"
I feel myself give out another peal of laughter as I say it out loud. It sounds even funnier when I say it! I clutch my stomach, which is starting to ache from laughing too hard. I feel strong hands grip my shoulders and force me to look into that beautiful blood like eyes. It's funny Bakura-san, its funny! I let out a gasp as I try to catch my breath and soon my vision starts to fade.
"It's...funny."
I breathe out with the last bit of my consciousness before slumping onto Bakura's shoulder. I let the comforting blackness over take me as it carries me to the land to dreams where all reality is suspended.
(Bakura)
RYOU ARE YOU NUTS?! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! RYOU SNAP OUT OF IT! I see his small form slump as he closes his eyes and seems to have passed out. I start to panic, well what would you have done if a kid whose father just died started to laugh hysterically and suddenly blacked out?! Easily I picked him up and discreetly carried him to what I though was to be his room; well considering it was the only room that looked occupied. The group people didn't even seem to notice me carrying Ryou to the upper part of the house...geesh you'd think they were here only for the food. Gently I laid his limp form onto the blue blanketed bed. The soothing grey and blue colored room seemed to calm my nerves, much like Ryou does. I paced the freakishly neat room, trying to find in my much cluttered mind what to do. Instinctively I put my hands deep into my pockets to feel the plastic of my cell phone. Course! I flipped over the cover and dialed a number.
"Moshi-moshi how may I help you?"
"I would like to speak to Dr. Tehoran please?"
I hear a click and a different voice speaks through.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"Hey 'kassan, it's me."
"Oh hey honey, how was the funeral?"
I sweat drop slightly as I hear the question. My mother's weird like that.
"Um...depressing? But I have a problem."
"What is it honey?"
I feel my eye twitch at the sugar coated nick name...I hate them. Why can't my mother just call me Bakura? Every body else does. Then I remember that I'm still on the phone.
"Can you pick me up?"
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."
I hear another click as she hangs up. That's what's cool about my mom, she never really seems to question what I do or why I do it...hence she never asks about my collection of sharp objects and things that explode...my cherry bomb collection is safe hehehe. I cautiously approach Ryou's slender limp form and rest a hand on his forehead...maybe he's catching a fever. Nope, not really warm. Hysterics? I sigh and cross the room, looking at things that make up his room. A highly polished oak box seems to stand out on his desk. Glancing over to him, I open the box. Cards? I take one out and look at it intently. I read the word written out in scroll form, "The Fool." What the hell is this?! I take out a couple more to see more pictures and words that make up what looks like a tarot deck. Is Ryou a witch?* Frowning I put the cards back and close the box. I poke at it, thinking maybe it'll suddenly come alive and cast a spell on me...what?! You never know! Deciding that it's just a box I continue my journey around his room. I come across a picture frame set on his bed side table. A beautiful lady with silvery white hair and gentle brown eyes stared serenely in Ryou's direction. Her pale skin seemed to be translucent and radiated with happiness and grace. If it wasn't for the fact that her hair was waist long, she looked much like Ryou. The same silvery hair, the warm brown eyes, and that beautiful pale skin. Must be his mother. It's amazing that it was only a picture, I expected her to blink out at me or smile more broadly at Ryou. No wonder Ryou was sad she died. Then another picture made me stare. It was a little girl, only what seemed to be about 8 or 9. Dark blue hair was slickly put into a pony tail as she smiled broadly to me. Her brown eyes shined with mirth and amusement. Seems like all the Hanai family has brown eyes. A stack of papers catch my eyes...what's this? I unfold what looks to be a letter.
Dear Amane,
School went as usual, but I have to tell you Mane-chan, nothing's really the same without you.........Otoussan left for another expedition. House seems to be quite quiet, I almost expect you to be coming out of a little corner trying to attack me. I miss you Mane-chan...you and all the noise you used to make. Everything's too silent without you here...
I fold the letter again. Is Ryou writing to his dead sister?* I find it odd, not the bad kind of odd that I think he's insane, but odd as in interesting odd. Is this his way of grieving? I hear a honk outside and I drop the letter back onto its previous stack and carry him to the car. Once more nobody seems to notice our departure. Baka people can't believe they called themselves friends of his father. I snort at them and quickly slide into the car.
"Hey mom, meet Ryou."
(Ryou)
I feel a cool cloth gently glide over my face. It feels refreshing as it wipes away the sticky sensation of left over tears. I shift over to my side, trying to get more comfortable, but I'm awake now. Sleep seems to have left me or rather consciousness seems to have found its way back into my mind. I open my eyes to see myself in a darkened room greeted by brown eyes filled with mirth and amusement. It couldn't be! I only know one pair of eyes filled with mirth and amusement like that; they seem to smile and laugh at me, not teasingly, but rather with happiness and kindness. I feel my eyes widen considerably as I see the familiar eyes stare intently at me.
"Mane-chan?" **************************************************************** *********************************************** My goodness! That was one really long chapter! I think my fingers are numb now...I can't move them!!!! Anyways, like I warned you mucho Ryou angst. It will get better soon; just waits a chapter or two. Anyways, um...well read and review please and ja ne until then ^_^!
*Ryou has been dubbed a witch in many fic's and the magna version of Yu-Gi-Oh. There might be some tarot reading which I know how to do later in the story. I'm not really a witch, just a person into mystics.
*Ryou has also been known to write to his Amane in the magna, I decided to incorporate it into the fic.