It's me again! Yay! I got lots of good reviews, not to mention lots of
stuff! Thank yous:
Link-Ryou-Marth-lover: Thank you! I guess I have a fetish for craziness! ^-^
Carmen5: Awww...don't cry! *hands a tissue* I'll make it better soon!
Evil Chibi Malik: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for the pocky and the plushies! *has plushies in death grip and pocky already eaten*
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Aurora of the Moon: As you wish! I will continue the fic!
Yuri Rikusentai: My faithful reviewer! I can always count on you for a review! And yes that pic should do fine! My email is beauwing@hotmail.com. Send it there and I should be able to get it. I also got your other plushies! Yay! *looks at plushie collection and skips around them happily!* Thank you so much! Here have a Popsicle since you seem to like them so much and one for your yami! *hands a box of popsicles*
Anyways, from now on, it will be less angsty and as I promised Ryou will be more cheery! Yay! Wow I must say this is the longest fic I've written ever! Anyways, this will start in Bakura's POV and will start to switch around a bit again. **************************************************************** ************************************ I stare at the black of my wall. Blink, blink, blink. I shift around to my side so I stare at the other wall.
'Bored again?'
You again?! Why won't you go away?!
'It's a permanent move, sorry. Deal with it.'
Grrr...
'You know what's wrong with you?'
What?!
'You need to confess to Ryou.'
WHAT?!
'Yeah, I mean look at you. You're pathetic! You sit here all day and mope about how Ryou would never love you! Have you ever thought that maybe just maybe he likes you?'
...
'See?'
...
'Uh...'
I'M GOING INSANE! INSANE I TELL YOU! I'M LISTENING TO A VOICE IN MY HEAD AND ACTUALLY LISTENING TO IT! I'M GOING INSANE!
'Insanity is anger put to good use.'
Shut up.
"Bakura-san?"
I see large chocolaty brown eyes peer at my face a little too close.
"Gah!"
I roll away and end up landing on the floor. I think I'm getting to know the floor of my room to well now. I see the beautiful brown eyes stare down at me from a further distance, clouded over with concern the soft gentle voice speaks out again.
"Are you okay Bakura-san? Do you need help up?"
I manage to cling to my bed and sit up.
"Fine...just fine..."
I force a smile onto my face, although I think it looked a tad bit pained. I see my little tenshi sitting on my bed, gazing at me, concern still clouded over on his face. I manage to haul myself onto the bed once more. Damn, how come I always manage to make a fool of myself in front of him? I swear Kami must really hate me. Rubbing my head I look up at him, I hope he doesn't think me as a fool, which he probably does. Damn karma.
(Ryou)
I stared hard at the wooden door; I think I burned a hole in it from staring. I probably have the deep brown oak door memorized. I knock very quietly...ok, maybe too quietly. I knock a little harder. Still no answer. Is he even there? I open the door very slowly and peek inside. I must say, Bakura's room has a tendency to scare me witless in some sorts. Well I was freaked out when I first saw it. It's all black walls and dark carpet gave it a decidedly shadowing and mysterious atmosphere. His desk had what looked like a miniature chemistry set, although I swear I saw a vial labeled nitroglycerin. The curtains are always drawn tightly, preventing any sunlight from entering the room; it's almost as if he's afraid of the sunlight. The sources of lights are always from the bedside lamp and the desk lamp. The black walls always make it look like there is an empty void behind them and the fact that the room is always dimmed doesn't help. What scared me the most was his collection of very sharp, very shiny, very lethal looking collection of daggers on his walls. They proudly stood on the black of the walls, shining like little lamps themselves. Every single one, I think he has a collection of about 15, were intricately decorated, dangerously beautiful. Much like Bakura. He is much like his dagger collection, beautiful but dangerous if you get too close or too careless. Note to self: never get on his bad side. What perplexes me about his room was the fact that it was spotless. Everything's in pristine order, books alphabetical, although they are all about blood and gore, chemistry set spotless, although I swear he makes his own cherry bombs, and his very lethal looking daggers? Very shiny. I see a mop of silvery white hair standing out in the dimmed and shadowy room.
"Bakura-san?"
"..."
Did he hear me? Is he sleeping? I wonder what he looks like sleeping...I bet he looks cute. Gah! What am I saying?! Snap out of it Ryou!
"Bakura-san."
I say a little louder. Nope, still no answer. Man, he must be really daydreaming. Wonder about what, well I don't think I really want to know.
"Bakura-san!"
"Gah!"
*Thump* Opps? I crawl onto his bed, where he previously sprawled over. I feel bad; he always seems to fall over when I talk to him. Hm...maybe I'm cursed? I see a pained smile float about his lips. Well at least he's smiling. Before I know it, I'm staring into the beautiful blood eyes. They are so beautiful. Have I ever described them to you? They are a mixture of scarlet red and a hint of russet, which mix together to form the perfect shade of garnet. They are so intense, like a storm slowly unfolding, dangerous but beautiful. They have a ferocity and viciousness about them, but they seem to shine with kindness at times, like now. They always seem to smile at me, twinkle with a hint of amusement. So beautiful, it's like staring into my own dark demon's eyes. They could send shivers down the spine of the manliest of men, but could melt the most cold hearted of people at times.
"Yes Ryou-san?"
His rough voice sends pleasantly warm shivers down my spine. Is it just me or does his voice sound whispery? Must be just me. Those eye study me so intently, like their searching for something, what? I can't seem to take away my eyes from his, not that I want to.
"Ano...d-dinner's ready."
My voice sounds soft, too soft. I breathe in the bittersweet chocolaty smell of him and blink. I notice how close we are for the first time and I feel a blush paint my cheeks. Pulling away from his hypnotic gaze I quickly walk out the door, and as I do I swear I heard a soft sigh of disappointment emitted from him. I must have been daydreaming.
(Bakura)
What's gotten into me lately? I mean, just now when we were leaning towards each other I swear I saw him blush. I wanted to kiss him so badly, really badly. His lips looked petal soft and so tempting. They parted slightly as he stared at me; he too seemed to be studying me. I felt the urge to crush my lips against his and I almost did. That's what scared me the most, we were bending really close to each other, too close. I could almost taste the delicate sweet scent of him, the scent that reminded me of roses, white roses and vanilla, yes vanilla. Something sweet and pure, an angel sent from the heavens stared intently at me. His eyes, oh kami his eyes! Those mocha pools of henna looked at me so fixedly; it was as if he could see into the depth of my ugly dark soul. They were so gentle and so...so...I don't know! They were just so perfect! As I watched his slim nymph like form slip away from the dark void of my room, I let out a little sigh of unhappiness. I could never have him, he's too pure for me to taint.
Walking out of my room I sit at the table, glaring at the plate of food in front of me as if it's all the poor plate of foods fault. Dinner was really quiet as nobody bothered to talk or start a conversation. I looked up at the white haired tenshi to see him staring off into to space, absentmindedly putting the food in his mouth. I felt kinda relived that dinner was over as the clatter of dishes occupied the overly silent atmosphere. Mumbling an excuse I shut myself in my room again. Time to talk to the voice in my head once more.
'Hah! I knew you'd come to me soon!'
Shut up, I don't need you, I just need to babble.
'Babble away.'
I'm confused, does Ryou like me? If he does should I act on it? I mean I can barely contain myself!
'Well...'
Just shut up and listen, but if he doesn't then I could totally ruin our little friendship, or lack of. I mean I barely know him!
'True.'
Plus I don't think I could really handle being crushed like that.
'What do you think?'
I...don't know.
'Trust your instincts.'
Screw instincts.
I bury my face into my cool pillow and mull over the decisions over and over, the thoughts buzzing in my mind like a kingdom of bees.
(Ryou)
I stare at the blue wall of my new room; it almost looks identical to my old one, only fresher. I sigh and turn to the ceiling, screwing my eyes shut for a minute.
Do I love Bakura?
YES!
Okay that answers obvious.
Does he love me?
...
Okay not so obvious. Opening my eyes once more I see the ceiling come back into focus. How do I tell if someone loves me?! I mean there should be a book on this kind of stuff! Or better yet, have a school for this kind of stuff! What's the use of school if we don't learn anything useful? I stare at the picture of my mother.
'What do you think mother? Do you think I'm right? Do you think I should tell him?'
I turn to Mane and stare at those twinkling eyes. I instinctively reach for a paper and pen and start to write. I don't know what, I just write; just let the pen smoothly flow across the smooth surface of the white paper. I look down and reread what I just wrote for the first time.
Dear Mane-chan, What do I do Mane? Do I tell him? Well I guess you're wondering who HE is, aren't you? Well, he is Bakura. My demon, my little minion of darkness, the yami tenshi. I'm at his house, lying on the bed that I can now claim mine. Is it right to love him Mane-chan? Is it right to stare at him aimlessly and wish that his lips were against mine? Do you think I sound like a love lost fool Mane-chan? I bet you do. I wish you could tell me what to do, I mean I'm clueless! I wish I really wish he loved me. I wish his arms would circle me and protect me from all evil; I wish that he would whisper into my ears, "I love you." I feel like a pathetic person, wishing for the impossible, well is it? I mean, maybe, just maybe he loves me? I wish. Love is so complicate Mane-chan. It's too complicated; I wish you were here to help me. I really wish I wasn't alone on this Mane-chan, I wish I just wished, he loved me.
I sigh at the letter and add it to the growing pile of unsent letters. I glance at the clock to see it flash 12:34. It's late and I'm wide awake. Great. Just great. I get up and pad out my door to see the hallway darkened. I'm pretty sure Bakura's mom is asleep, is Bakura? I see his familiar door and no dimmed lights peeking out the cracks. Guess he's asleep too. As walk aimlessly down the darkened hallway I feel an unexpected breeze from my left. Turning I see an attic doorway opened at the top of some stairs. Following the breeze I find myself on the roof staring at a familiar haze of slivery white hair.
"Bakura-san?"
I see his head turn and his garnet eyes widen in surprise.
"Ryou-kun?"
(Bakura)
I had to get out of my room, it was suffocating. Somehow the black walls seemed to close in on me, slowly leaving me feeling claustrophobic. I sat on the cool roof, letting the night breeze filter through me. I stare up at the countless murals of stars, astounded by the way they shine with hope. They seem to tease me, daring me to reach out for them. I want to, I want to take one and hold it in my hand. I want to grasp it and watch it shine in my palm. I sigh and let my head hang a bit. Even the stars are full of hope.
"Bakura-san?"
Is that who I think it is? I quickly turn my head, nearly falling off the roof.
"Ryou-kun?"
Smiling gently I pat the space next to me, inviting him to sit. He takes up my invitation and sits next to me, staring up at the endless stretch of stars.
"Beautiful, isn't it Bakura-kun?"
"Hm."
"It feels nice to come out here and just think."
I look at him, surprised. Think? Think about what? I see him staring intently at the full moon.
"Also good if you can't sleep."
He blinks and stares at me for a minute. Soon, he melts into a warms smile.
"I guess so."
We just sit in silence, enjoying each other's presence. I glance over at him, seeing his body bathed in the gentle beams of the moon. He looks beautiful, like a moon angel. His silvery white hair glows gently, casting a silver halo over his locks. His lips curve up into a smile as he stares up at the dark sky. Suddenly he clutches my arm and points at something.
"Look Bakura-san! A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!"
I smile and close my eyes, making a brief moment, wishing with all my heart for the impossible. I open my eyes to see Ryou looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his. They seem to shine with childish amusement under the mural of the sky.
"What did you wish for Bakura-kun?"
"Close your eyes and I'll show you."
Like a child, obediently he closes his eye and faces me. I send out a quick prayer to Kami, hoping that I'm not doing the wrong thing. While I have the courage I quickly lean forward and for the brief moment I capture my little tenshi's lips with mine. Even if it was for that one brief moment I can taste the quickly addicting taste of him, the one of roses and vanilla. Sweet and delicate. Breaking apart the kiss I brush my lips against his ears and whisper my deepest secret to him. The secret that has been tearing my apart for the short week and a half I knew him.
"Aishiteru Ryou."
And with that I slip back into the house and into the sanctuary of my room. I cradle my head in my hands. What have I done?
'You did right.'
I did?
'Yes.'
For once I don't question it and just stay silent.
(Ryou)
Did he? I touch my lips as the bittersweet taste of Bakura lingers on my lips. It's quite addicting. I turn my head to see if he's still there, but no. He's disappeared into the shadows of the house. I look up to the sky where the stars shine brightly as diamonds against the dark midnight blue. Well at least my wish came true. **************************************************************** ************************************ That's the end! How did you like it? Yes, Bakura FINALLY kissed Ryou, but how will they respond to each other now? You'll find out in the next chapter once I type it up. Hehe, I'm having so much fun with this! Anyways, please read and review once more and I will be happy! So ja ne ^_^!
Link-Ryou-Marth-lover: Thank you! I guess I have a fetish for craziness! ^-^
Carmen5: Awww...don't cry! *hands a tissue* I'll make it better soon!
Evil Chibi Malik: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for the pocky and the plushies! *has plushies in death grip and pocky already eaten*
Bakura-is-MINE-1: Thanks! You don't like romance? I'm usually a sucker for romance, but I guess it's up to the person. Thanks commanding me kindly!
Aurora of the Moon: As you wish! I will continue the fic!
Yuri Rikusentai: My faithful reviewer! I can always count on you for a review! And yes that pic should do fine! My email is beauwing@hotmail.com. Send it there and I should be able to get it. I also got your other plushies! Yay! *looks at plushie collection and skips around them happily!* Thank you so much! Here have a Popsicle since you seem to like them so much and one for your yami! *hands a box of popsicles*
Anyways, from now on, it will be less angsty and as I promised Ryou will be more cheery! Yay! Wow I must say this is the longest fic I've written ever! Anyways, this will start in Bakura's POV and will start to switch around a bit again. **************************************************************** ************************************ I stare at the black of my wall. Blink, blink, blink. I shift around to my side so I stare at the other wall.
'Bored again?'
You again?! Why won't you go away?!
'It's a permanent move, sorry. Deal with it.'
Grrr...
'You know what's wrong with you?'
What?!
'You need to confess to Ryou.'
WHAT?!
'Yeah, I mean look at you. You're pathetic! You sit here all day and mope about how Ryou would never love you! Have you ever thought that maybe just maybe he likes you?'
...
'See?'
...
'Uh...'
I'M GOING INSANE! INSANE I TELL YOU! I'M LISTENING TO A VOICE IN MY HEAD AND ACTUALLY LISTENING TO IT! I'M GOING INSANE!
'Insanity is anger put to good use.'
Shut up.
"Bakura-san?"
I see large chocolaty brown eyes peer at my face a little too close.
"Gah!"
I roll away and end up landing on the floor. I think I'm getting to know the floor of my room to well now. I see the beautiful brown eyes stare down at me from a further distance, clouded over with concern the soft gentle voice speaks out again.
"Are you okay Bakura-san? Do you need help up?"
I manage to cling to my bed and sit up.
"Fine...just fine..."
I force a smile onto my face, although I think it looked a tad bit pained. I see my little tenshi sitting on my bed, gazing at me, concern still clouded over on his face. I manage to haul myself onto the bed once more. Damn, how come I always manage to make a fool of myself in front of him? I swear Kami must really hate me. Rubbing my head I look up at him, I hope he doesn't think me as a fool, which he probably does. Damn karma.
(Ryou)
I stared hard at the wooden door; I think I burned a hole in it from staring. I probably have the deep brown oak door memorized. I knock very quietly...ok, maybe too quietly. I knock a little harder. Still no answer. Is he even there? I open the door very slowly and peek inside. I must say, Bakura's room has a tendency to scare me witless in some sorts. Well I was freaked out when I first saw it. It's all black walls and dark carpet gave it a decidedly shadowing and mysterious atmosphere. His desk had what looked like a miniature chemistry set, although I swear I saw a vial labeled nitroglycerin. The curtains are always drawn tightly, preventing any sunlight from entering the room; it's almost as if he's afraid of the sunlight. The sources of lights are always from the bedside lamp and the desk lamp. The black walls always make it look like there is an empty void behind them and the fact that the room is always dimmed doesn't help. What scared me the most was his collection of very sharp, very shiny, very lethal looking collection of daggers on his walls. They proudly stood on the black of the walls, shining like little lamps themselves. Every single one, I think he has a collection of about 15, were intricately decorated, dangerously beautiful. Much like Bakura. He is much like his dagger collection, beautiful but dangerous if you get too close or too careless. Note to self: never get on his bad side. What perplexes me about his room was the fact that it was spotless. Everything's in pristine order, books alphabetical, although they are all about blood and gore, chemistry set spotless, although I swear he makes his own cherry bombs, and his very lethal looking daggers? Very shiny. I see a mop of silvery white hair standing out in the dimmed and shadowy room.
"Bakura-san?"
"..."
Did he hear me? Is he sleeping? I wonder what he looks like sleeping...I bet he looks cute. Gah! What am I saying?! Snap out of it Ryou!
"Bakura-san."
I say a little louder. Nope, still no answer. Man, he must be really daydreaming. Wonder about what, well I don't think I really want to know.
"Bakura-san!"
"Gah!"
*Thump* Opps? I crawl onto his bed, where he previously sprawled over. I feel bad; he always seems to fall over when I talk to him. Hm...maybe I'm cursed? I see a pained smile float about his lips. Well at least he's smiling. Before I know it, I'm staring into the beautiful blood eyes. They are so beautiful. Have I ever described them to you? They are a mixture of scarlet red and a hint of russet, which mix together to form the perfect shade of garnet. They are so intense, like a storm slowly unfolding, dangerous but beautiful. They have a ferocity and viciousness about them, but they seem to shine with kindness at times, like now. They always seem to smile at me, twinkle with a hint of amusement. So beautiful, it's like staring into my own dark demon's eyes. They could send shivers down the spine of the manliest of men, but could melt the most cold hearted of people at times.
"Yes Ryou-san?"
His rough voice sends pleasantly warm shivers down my spine. Is it just me or does his voice sound whispery? Must be just me. Those eye study me so intently, like their searching for something, what? I can't seem to take away my eyes from his, not that I want to.
"Ano...d-dinner's ready."
My voice sounds soft, too soft. I breathe in the bittersweet chocolaty smell of him and blink. I notice how close we are for the first time and I feel a blush paint my cheeks. Pulling away from his hypnotic gaze I quickly walk out the door, and as I do I swear I heard a soft sigh of disappointment emitted from him. I must have been daydreaming.
(Bakura)
What's gotten into me lately? I mean, just now when we were leaning towards each other I swear I saw him blush. I wanted to kiss him so badly, really badly. His lips looked petal soft and so tempting. They parted slightly as he stared at me; he too seemed to be studying me. I felt the urge to crush my lips against his and I almost did. That's what scared me the most, we were bending really close to each other, too close. I could almost taste the delicate sweet scent of him, the scent that reminded me of roses, white roses and vanilla, yes vanilla. Something sweet and pure, an angel sent from the heavens stared intently at me. His eyes, oh kami his eyes! Those mocha pools of henna looked at me so fixedly; it was as if he could see into the depth of my ugly dark soul. They were so gentle and so...so...I don't know! They were just so perfect! As I watched his slim nymph like form slip away from the dark void of my room, I let out a little sigh of unhappiness. I could never have him, he's too pure for me to taint.
Walking out of my room I sit at the table, glaring at the plate of food in front of me as if it's all the poor plate of foods fault. Dinner was really quiet as nobody bothered to talk or start a conversation. I looked up at the white haired tenshi to see him staring off into to space, absentmindedly putting the food in his mouth. I felt kinda relived that dinner was over as the clatter of dishes occupied the overly silent atmosphere. Mumbling an excuse I shut myself in my room again. Time to talk to the voice in my head once more.
'Hah! I knew you'd come to me soon!'
Shut up, I don't need you, I just need to babble.
'Babble away.'
I'm confused, does Ryou like me? If he does should I act on it? I mean I can barely contain myself!
'Well...'
Just shut up and listen, but if he doesn't then I could totally ruin our little friendship, or lack of. I mean I barely know him!
'True.'
Plus I don't think I could really handle being crushed like that.
'What do you think?'
I...don't know.
'Trust your instincts.'
Screw instincts.
I bury my face into my cool pillow and mull over the decisions over and over, the thoughts buzzing in my mind like a kingdom of bees.
(Ryou)
I stare at the blue wall of my new room; it almost looks identical to my old one, only fresher. I sigh and turn to the ceiling, screwing my eyes shut for a minute.
Do I love Bakura?
YES!
Okay that answers obvious.
Does he love me?
...
Okay not so obvious. Opening my eyes once more I see the ceiling come back into focus. How do I tell if someone loves me?! I mean there should be a book on this kind of stuff! Or better yet, have a school for this kind of stuff! What's the use of school if we don't learn anything useful? I stare at the picture of my mother.
'What do you think mother? Do you think I'm right? Do you think I should tell him?'
I turn to Mane and stare at those twinkling eyes. I instinctively reach for a paper and pen and start to write. I don't know what, I just write; just let the pen smoothly flow across the smooth surface of the white paper. I look down and reread what I just wrote for the first time.
Dear Mane-chan, What do I do Mane? Do I tell him? Well I guess you're wondering who HE is, aren't you? Well, he is Bakura. My demon, my little minion of darkness, the yami tenshi. I'm at his house, lying on the bed that I can now claim mine. Is it right to love him Mane-chan? Is it right to stare at him aimlessly and wish that his lips were against mine? Do you think I sound like a love lost fool Mane-chan? I bet you do. I wish you could tell me what to do, I mean I'm clueless! I wish I really wish he loved me. I wish his arms would circle me and protect me from all evil; I wish that he would whisper into my ears, "I love you." I feel like a pathetic person, wishing for the impossible, well is it? I mean, maybe, just maybe he loves me? I wish. Love is so complicate Mane-chan. It's too complicated; I wish you were here to help me. I really wish I wasn't alone on this Mane-chan, I wish I just wished, he loved me.
I sigh at the letter and add it to the growing pile of unsent letters. I glance at the clock to see it flash 12:34. It's late and I'm wide awake. Great. Just great. I get up and pad out my door to see the hallway darkened. I'm pretty sure Bakura's mom is asleep, is Bakura? I see his familiar door and no dimmed lights peeking out the cracks. Guess he's asleep too. As walk aimlessly down the darkened hallway I feel an unexpected breeze from my left. Turning I see an attic doorway opened at the top of some stairs. Following the breeze I find myself on the roof staring at a familiar haze of slivery white hair.
"Bakura-san?"
I see his head turn and his garnet eyes widen in surprise.
"Ryou-kun?"
(Bakura)
I had to get out of my room, it was suffocating. Somehow the black walls seemed to close in on me, slowly leaving me feeling claustrophobic. I sat on the cool roof, letting the night breeze filter through me. I stare up at the countless murals of stars, astounded by the way they shine with hope. They seem to tease me, daring me to reach out for them. I want to, I want to take one and hold it in my hand. I want to grasp it and watch it shine in my palm. I sigh and let my head hang a bit. Even the stars are full of hope.
"Bakura-san?"
Is that who I think it is? I quickly turn my head, nearly falling off the roof.
"Ryou-kun?"
Smiling gently I pat the space next to me, inviting him to sit. He takes up my invitation and sits next to me, staring up at the endless stretch of stars.
"Beautiful, isn't it Bakura-kun?"
"Hm."
"It feels nice to come out here and just think."
I look at him, surprised. Think? Think about what? I see him staring intently at the full moon.
"Also good if you can't sleep."
He blinks and stares at me for a minute. Soon, he melts into a warms smile.
"I guess so."
We just sit in silence, enjoying each other's presence. I glance over at him, seeing his body bathed in the gentle beams of the moon. He looks beautiful, like a moon angel. His silvery white hair glows gently, casting a silver halo over his locks. His lips curve up into a smile as he stares up at the dark sky. Suddenly he clutches my arm and points at something.
"Look Bakura-san! A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!"
I smile and close my eyes, making a brief moment, wishing with all my heart for the impossible. I open my eyes to see Ryou looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his. They seem to shine with childish amusement under the mural of the sky.
"What did you wish for Bakura-kun?"
"Close your eyes and I'll show you."
Like a child, obediently he closes his eye and faces me. I send out a quick prayer to Kami, hoping that I'm not doing the wrong thing. While I have the courage I quickly lean forward and for the brief moment I capture my little tenshi's lips with mine. Even if it was for that one brief moment I can taste the quickly addicting taste of him, the one of roses and vanilla. Sweet and delicate. Breaking apart the kiss I brush my lips against his ears and whisper my deepest secret to him. The secret that has been tearing my apart for the short week and a half I knew him.
"Aishiteru Ryou."
And with that I slip back into the house and into the sanctuary of my room. I cradle my head in my hands. What have I done?
'You did right.'
I did?
'Yes.'
For once I don't question it and just stay silent.
(Ryou)
Did he? I touch my lips as the bittersweet taste of Bakura lingers on my lips. It's quite addicting. I turn my head to see if he's still there, but no. He's disappeared into the shadows of the house. I look up to the sky where the stars shine brightly as diamonds against the dark midnight blue. Well at least my wish came true. **************************************************************** ************************************ That's the end! How did you like it? Yes, Bakura FINALLY kissed Ryou, but how will they respond to each other now? You'll find out in the next chapter once I type it up. Hehe, I'm having so much fun with this! Anyways, please read and review once more and I will be happy! So ja ne ^_^!