AN. No, I didn't think of making Bakura a drag racer. I was thinking more stealing from people all the time and stuff like that. But whatever. You can think what you like about it.

Disclaimer: Yugioh is the wondrous creation of Kazuki Takahashi, who made it without any help from me.

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Coming back to you

            Ryou was crying in his bed again. He knew that it wasn't constructive and it wasn't helping him but he couldn't help it. He missed Bakura. He wanted to see him again. It was wrong he knew. His yami was gone and no amount of wishing would bring him back.

            Still, he couldn't help but wish to see his yami's eyes and get trapped as always by his mesmerizing gaze. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't stop thinking about the spiky white hair, strong tall body, brown eyes that changed to a deep wine color when their owner was amused. Oh darn it; he was supposed to be thinking about something other than his yami. But, how could he.

            He left his mind-link open constantly, hoping that Bakura would read him. He wanted to see him again. Wanted to see the blood-red glare that was given to anyone who dared to hurt him. The long snowy hair that his yami obsessed over. He wouldn't let anyone touch it except Ryou.

            Mornings were Ryou's favorite part of the day. His yami loved being able to get clean and to take a shower every day. It was one of the few things that Bakura liked about the modern world. So every morning Ryou would get up early to take his shower. As soon as he was finished his yami would go in and shower himself. It was strange that Bakura always waited until Ryou had finished. He got up much earlier.

            Bakura would come out, get dressed and then sit on the couch trying to get the tangles out of his hair. One disadvantage of having such long hair was that it was always a bird's nest in the mornings. Ryou would come over and brush Bakura's hair for him. It was wonderful to be able to play with his yami's hair. He could've sat there letting the long silvery strands slide through his fingers all day. And he would have if it weren't for Bakura, who would get tired of having Ryou play with his hair and leave.

            Ryou burst out in a fresh wave of sobbing at the thought of Bakura leaving, burying his head in his pillow and trying to muffle his sobs. He didn't want Malik to hear him crying. Malik had enough problems already. Why did their yamis have to leave?

            Sitting up again Ryou picked up a picture off his dresser. After the Millenium Ring this picture was his most treasured possession. It captured one of the few moments when Bakura was neither angry, nor insane and as such would have been precious even if he hadn't been glomping Bakura at the time the picture was taken. And as he had been... Ryou curled up again, hugging the picture to his chest and allowing himself to cry, great gasping sobs that seemed about to tear his body apart.

            He was at his lowest point when he felt his yami's mind brush against his. The touch was so delicate that if he hadn't been spending all of his available time straining to find just that he would never have noticed it. Ryou smiled, tears vanishing as he basked in his yami's presence and reveled in the feel of the other's mind against his.

            The contact didn't last long though and almost as soon as it had begun it was over; but at least Ryou knew now that his yami was out there and there was still a chance that he might come back if Ryou was good. And Ryou was trying to be good. He always came home at the time his yami had set for him and he stayed away from the group that Yugi hung out with. He kept to his old routine as much as possible and tried not to do anything that he thought his yami might not approve of. The only thing that he had done that he was not certain of was inviting Malik over to his house to stay.

            He wasn't ashamed of that though. Marik had left Malik just as Bakura had left him. They were both alone and so Ryou had decided that at least they could be alone together. That's why Malik was staying over until at least one of their yamis came back.

            'And if Bakura doesn't want him staying here with me then he'll just have to come back here to stop it.' Ryou thought rebelliously. 'I hope he does. Even if he decides to beat me for it at least he'll be here.'