Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh; it belongs to a genius named Kazuki Takahashi. Worship him!
Warnings: This fanfiction has shonen ai, or yaoi, as well as swearing. Lotsa that~
A Moment in Time: Chapter Five
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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(Normal POV)
Mokuba sighed and sat back in his chair, looking out the window. "I
wonder if my brother's found that stupid spirit yet," he mused, tapping
one foot on the floor impatiently.
Ryou, who was glaring at the tapping foot, didn't get the
connection at first. "What spirit."
Mokuba stopped tapping and stared. "You know, Bakura? Your
darkness? *That* spirit."
Ryou stared back, then growled at the smaller boy. "Don't call
Bakura stupid!"
Mokuba rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window
again. "You sound as if you like him or something," he muttered.
"What?!" Ryou was shocked. "Why wouldn't I like him?!" He
demanded. "He's my darkness! Of course I like him!"
Mokuba's blue eyes flashed as he turned on the pale boy.
"Why? He rapes you and you care for him? How screwed up is that?"
There was a long pause, then Ryou spoke softly. "What do
you mean, Bakura raped me? When did he ever do that?"
The smaller boy started. "You mean he didn't?"
"Of course not!" Ryou hadn't been in a good mood to start with,
but all this talk of rape and such was making it worse. "He's never
made any advances to me, ever! The only person who has was Ma---"
He flushed and stopped, not wanting to say any more, but Mokuba
had heard.
"Ma...?" he repeated, his face blank. "Who's 'Ma'? You mean
Mai? I thought she liked Anzu."
Ryou groaned into his hands. "Never mind, never mind," he
muttered, embarrassed beyond reason.
Mokuba didn't want to let it go, however, and began to
pester him. "Or do you mean Malik? You know, Malik Ishtar? Or was
it Mariku, Malik's darkness? Is it him? Who is it?"
Ryou had had enough. His patience was gone, he was sick
of being lied to, and furious with being told to stay somewhere he
didn't want to by someone he barely even knew.
"Hello? Is someone here?" a voice called from the front hall,
interrupting Ryou's rant before it began.
Mokuba looked up, suspicion on his face. "That's Malik," he
murmured, frowning slightly. "What could he possibly want?"
His question was answered, however, as Ryou jumped at the
locked door and began to bang on it. "Malik! I'm in here, Malik!"
"What the -- stop it, Ryou! He'll try to break down the door!"
Mokuba protested, trying to pry Ryou's hands off the door-handle.
"That's," Ryou coughed then tried again, "exactly what I want!"
"But --"
"Ryou!" Malik sounded surprised and angry. "What the fuck
are you doing in there?!"
"Just... just get me out, dammit! I'm sick of being in here!"
"No!" Mokuba looked terrified. "Seto will kill me if he finds
out you got out! You can't leave!"
Ryou turned to glare at the small boy, backing up from the
door as Malik began to try to break it down. "I don't care," he
snapped peevishly. "I'm sick of being told where to stay and where
to go. I don't care what your brother said; he has no right to tell me
where to go and where to stay."
There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking wood,
then the blond egyptian was in the room, wiping dust and plaster
from his hair. "Dammit, that hurt! Now I have a sliver!" He turned
and growled down at Mokuba, "Where the fuck is that deranged
brother of yours?! He has a hell of a lot to pay for!"
"No, Malik," Ryou pleaded, grabbing onto Malik's arm,
"just let it go. It doesn't matter. You got the door down; I'm free to
go. Kaiba doesn't matter anymore. Let's just leave."
Malik looked as if he wanted to argue, then looked down
at the silver-haired angel on his arm and smiled gently. "All right,
Ryou," he murmured, brushing Ryou's hair back from his face
softly, "You win. Let's just go." As the two turned to leave, Malik
eyed Mokuba again. "Tell your brother this, kid: If he ever touches
Ryou again, so help me, I'll kill him. Got it?" There was utter
conviction in his voice, and Mokuba shivered and nodded. "Good."
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"Let me get this straight," Seto sighed, massaging the
bridge of his nose. "Malik fucks Ryou. You go to kill Malik. Ryou
interrupts. Malik reveals that both he and you love Ryou. Ryou
runs away. You follow. Malik stays with his darkness." He opened
his eyes to glare at Bakura. "You expect me to believe this?!"
"I didn't ask you to!" Bakura was obviously frustrated; he
couldn't find Ryou, but he found Seto, who was determined to kill
him for something. That 'something' was, apparently, something
Bakura should know. Bakura, frankly, had no idea what the hell
was going on, but was tired of being interrogated by this upstart.
"Well, I'm trying to get to the bottom of all this!" Seto yelled
back, looking exhausted. "I find that the love of my life is terrified
of being touched, and I want to know why!" He began to suspect
that he shouldn't have declared so out loud when Bakura fixed his
eyes on him with an expression that told him he was dead.
"O-ora..."
"'The love of your life'?" Bakura's expression was thunderous.
"Ryou is the 'love of your life'?!"
"Hey, that just slipped out! I didn't mean to --"
"SHUT UP!" Bakura snarled, trying to think. *What the hell
is Ryou that he would have at least three people in love with him?!*
He wondered, even as he casually raised his arm to send Seto into
the Shadow Realm for even daring to love Ryou.
"Yami! STOP!" The shout cut through the haze that was
Bakura's mind and made him stop, even as he looked up in joy at
the voice.
"Ryou?!"
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(Mariku POV)
Gah. This just sucks. I've only loved one person -- one person! --
in my entire life... well, existance... and they probably love someone
else. Then my light decides I'm in love with someone I'm not.
Ryou.
What is it with that kid?! He's got an army after him! Nearly
every single man or boy in this city wants to fuck him dry! What a
predicament.
A humourous predicament.
Admittedly, I'm annoyed at the turn things are taking -- why
the hell can't Bakura and my light see the obvious?! -- but I can live
with it.
I can even live with the fact that the man I love loves someone
else.
I just can't live with the fact that I'm surrounded by idiots.
Honestly, did Malik or Bakura ever *ask* Ryou if he loved
them? Nooooo. They had to go on this roundabout love-octagon-thing.
It's so stupid!
It makes me want to laugh.
But I still feel sorry for Ryou. I'll admit it, he's hot. Not as hot
as Bakura, but still, there's a beauty to him all the same. Maybe it's
his innocence -- no, maybe not. Not anymore, at least. Hah!
Ahem. Well, it could be his purety, even though's he not a
virgin anymore. Damn, I can't believe it was *my* light that took the
kid's innocence! I can't believe Malik roused enough balls to do
such a thing! It's so funny, I can hardly think straight.
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(Normal POV)
"Malik! Ryou!" Bakura greeted the two young men as they
charged down the sidewalk at him.
"Don't send him to the Shadow Realm, yami!" was Ryou's
reply.
Malik was a bit more responsive. "Wish I could do that."
Seto was not pleased at the turn things were taking. "Ryou!
What are you doing out of that room?! I thought I told you to stay
in there!"
Ryou turned to Seto, trying to reign in his emotions. "Seto,"
he said carefully, "I appreciate you trying to help me, but it was
unnecessary. Yami did nothing to me, I was just having a bad day."
He paused, remembering past events, then flushed. "Well... not all
of it was bad..."
"A-ha!" Malik crowed from next to Bakura. "You *did* enjoy
it! I'm glad."
"Enjoy what?!" Seto was frazzled.
"Oh," Bakura replied carelessly, waving one hand idly in the
air, "they just had sex. That's all."
Seto seemed to almost deflate. Ryou eyed him in surprise, then
turned to Bakura. "Are you still mad about that, yami?" he asked in a
remarkably child-like voice.
Bakura shook his head. "No, not anymore. If you gave yourself
freely, then I have nothing to say." He gave his light a piercing look.
"Did you freely have sex with Malik?"
Ryou stood silent, thinking. He remembered how his heart had
swelled when Malik had called him love, how he had felt when he
heard Bakura loved him, how confused he had felt when Malik claimed
to love him as well. Then he remembered the warm feeling in his heart
as he sat by the window in the Kaiba mansion, and smiled warmly.
"I did," he replied simply, leaning close to Malik.
Malik, who was trembling in fear at Ryou's response, nearly
fainted.
Bakura looked at the two of them, then nodded, something
seeming to shatter in his eyes. "Then I'll leave you two alone," he
replied softly, turning to go.
"Wait!"
Seto turned and walked to his house, a blank look in his eyes.
Ryou freely had sex with Malik. Ryou loved Malik. Not him; Malik.
Bile rose in his throat as he remembered all the times he had
fantasized about the pale boy, and how those fantasies would never
become reality. Then he remembered the young boy waiting for him
at home, loving and patient, and nearly smiled. Though painful, he
knew he would survive. And maybe... just maybe... if Mokuba didn't
object...
Malik stared after Seto, then turned after Ryou as the smaller
boy chased after his darkness, smiling softly. *He chose me,* he
thought giddily, his eyes gleaming in joy. *After everything, he
chose me. Not Bakura. But Bakura...*
He stopped, looking at nothing, his eyes lavender-blue eyes
glazing over. *But... what about Bakura...?*
Mariku's words, unbidden, rose up in his mind. *Basically,
you're falling in love with Bakura.*
"With Bakura...?" he murmured, frowning slightly. "Am I
really?"
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(Malik POV)
This isn't like I thought it would be.
I thought once I had Ryou, everything would be better.
Everything would be perfect, we would be happy... lies. All lies.
Now Bakura is slipping into my mind, and my heart. I
never thought I would feel about him this way, ever. He's been
a friend, a good friend to my darkness, but to me...? I never
thought of him as anything but an acquaintence. Until I fell in
love with his light, Ryou.
Ryou is like an angel of light: Pure, innocent, kind,
loving... when I first met him, the shock of meeting someone so
utterly without the malice of life was enough to make me lose
sleep. I had never felt such emotions before.
But... the more I loved Ryou, the more I thought of
Bakura, as well. Bakura is like... he's like a devil. Dark, evil,
and dead sexy. His tight wardrobe practicallys screams
"Do Me", and his smile causes me to shiver.
Just like an opposite of Ryou.
But... in every way that counted... he was like Ryou.
He even offered me a place to stay--his place--when Mariku
and I had a week-long tiff that had me locked out of the
house. And... he was Ryou. Like... a dark Ryou. A Ryou
that was worldly.
And now... now, damn it, I can't look at one without
envisioning the other. I look at Ryou, I see Bakura. I look at
Bakura, I see Ryou. And... though it shames me to admit it...
I feel for them both. The same way I want Ryou, long to touch
him, hold him in my arms, I want Bakura, long for him. I
want them both.
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(Bakura POV)
Well, that's it. Ryou loves Malik. Not me; never me.
What the hell was Malik talking about?! Saying shit
like 'Ryou loves you'! Damn him... he never did anything for
Ryou. He has it so easy... he just waltzed right in and fucked
Ryou. Just like that.
It's not fair.
I finally realize I love someone -- actually love them, not
just consider them property for me to fuck -- and they don't
return my feelings.
And he had the nerve to make me think my feelings
might be reciprocated.
It's just not fair.
"Yami, wait! Please, wait for me!"
Not now, Ryou. Right now, I'm ready to cry. No, never
mind... I have never cried as an adult, and I'm not planning to
now. So go away and let me think.
"Yami... why won't you talk to me...?"
I can't help it... I hear his voice, right next to me, and my
heart just seems to shatter. I heard Ryou say that once... I think
it was in some inane song he heard off that thing, that radio...
and thought it was stupid.
Now I'm not so sure.
"Yami!"
He looks exasperated. And yet, he's still beautiful. Heart-
wrenchingly beautiful.
Like an angel.
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(Normal POV)
Bakura looked at his light, his face unreadable. Ryou
stared back, seeing -- as few could -- the hidden emotions in his
darkness' brown eyes. "I'm sorry," he finally said, inwardly
flinching at how inadequite it sounded.
Bakura simply looked at him. "Look, this is going to
sound really stupid," Ryou finally said, trying his best to
look his yami in the eye, "but I love Malik."
"I know," the taller boy replied, and for a moment,
just a moment, there was a spark of pain in his eyes that
cut Ryou's heart in half.
"Let me finish?" there was an unspoken plea there,
Bakura realized, and nodded. "Okay." Ryou looked
nervous. "Look, Bakura... I... I might as well be honest with
you. I... I've loved you for a really long time." he hung his
head. "A really long time. But I was too much of a coward to
tell you. I didn't think you loved me back. And then... and
then Malik came into the picture. And slowly into my heart.
"I realize that I hurt you, yami, and you'll never know
how sorry I am. But you need to hear this." Ryou took a
deep breath, then raised his head, and the sheer emotion
shining in his eyes took Bakura's breath away. Even now, even now,
Ryou could still take his breath away. "When Malik came onto me...
I didn't know what to do. I froze. I... I didn't know what I
should do, you know?" Ryou's face turned pleading, as if begging
his darkness to understand. "I just... at first, I tried to
pretend it was you, making love to me. But... but after I woke
up, I realized that wasn't really fair. Not to you, and not to
Malik. I needed to rethink my feelings.
"I love Malik, I understand that now. But..." Ryou
trailed off, then abruptly leaned forward and kissed Bakura
deeply. "I realize that, as much as I care for Malik, I care for
you as well. I love you both... there's no way around it."
Bakura stared as Ryou pulled back, smiling sadly. "I
know you probably think I'm just babbling, and you probably
don't care. I know you probably don't love me, and that's okay.
I still love you. I love you exactly as much as I love Malik. I
love you both."
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End Chapter Five
Bwahahahahahahahah! Hey, can you guess what's going on?
Well, if you can't, lemme give you a hint.
I have no freaking clue what to do next.
So... can anyone guess who Mariku's secret love is? Huh?
If someone can guess it, I'll write you a special fic -- or attempt to --
just for you. However you like it. Or something. Yeah.
Well, keep in touch! Ja!
-Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
Warnings: This fanfiction has shonen ai, or yaoi, as well as swearing. Lotsa that~
A Moment in Time: Chapter Five
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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(Normal POV)
Mokuba sighed and sat back in his chair, looking out the window. "I
wonder if my brother's found that stupid spirit yet," he mused, tapping
one foot on the floor impatiently.
Ryou, who was glaring at the tapping foot, didn't get the
connection at first. "What spirit."
Mokuba stopped tapping and stared. "You know, Bakura? Your
darkness? *That* spirit."
Ryou stared back, then growled at the smaller boy. "Don't call
Bakura stupid!"
Mokuba rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window
again. "You sound as if you like him or something," he muttered.
"What?!" Ryou was shocked. "Why wouldn't I like him?!" He
demanded. "He's my darkness! Of course I like him!"
Mokuba's blue eyes flashed as he turned on the pale boy.
"Why? He rapes you and you care for him? How screwed up is that?"
There was a long pause, then Ryou spoke softly. "What do
you mean, Bakura raped me? When did he ever do that?"
The smaller boy started. "You mean he didn't?"
"Of course not!" Ryou hadn't been in a good mood to start with,
but all this talk of rape and such was making it worse. "He's never
made any advances to me, ever! The only person who has was Ma---"
He flushed and stopped, not wanting to say any more, but Mokuba
had heard.
"Ma...?" he repeated, his face blank. "Who's 'Ma'? You mean
Mai? I thought she liked Anzu."
Ryou groaned into his hands. "Never mind, never mind," he
muttered, embarrassed beyond reason.
Mokuba didn't want to let it go, however, and began to
pester him. "Or do you mean Malik? You know, Malik Ishtar? Or was
it Mariku, Malik's darkness? Is it him? Who is it?"
Ryou had had enough. His patience was gone, he was sick
of being lied to, and furious with being told to stay somewhere he
didn't want to by someone he barely even knew.
"Hello? Is someone here?" a voice called from the front hall,
interrupting Ryou's rant before it began.
Mokuba looked up, suspicion on his face. "That's Malik," he
murmured, frowning slightly. "What could he possibly want?"
His question was answered, however, as Ryou jumped at the
locked door and began to bang on it. "Malik! I'm in here, Malik!"
"What the -- stop it, Ryou! He'll try to break down the door!"
Mokuba protested, trying to pry Ryou's hands off the door-handle.
"That's," Ryou coughed then tried again, "exactly what I want!"
"But --"
"Ryou!" Malik sounded surprised and angry. "What the fuck
are you doing in there?!"
"Just... just get me out, dammit! I'm sick of being in here!"
"No!" Mokuba looked terrified. "Seto will kill me if he finds
out you got out! You can't leave!"
Ryou turned to glare at the small boy, backing up from the
door as Malik began to try to break it down. "I don't care," he
snapped peevishly. "I'm sick of being told where to stay and where
to go. I don't care what your brother said; he has no right to tell me
where to go and where to stay."
There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking wood,
then the blond egyptian was in the room, wiping dust and plaster
from his hair. "Dammit, that hurt! Now I have a sliver!" He turned
and growled down at Mokuba, "Where the fuck is that deranged
brother of yours?! He has a hell of a lot to pay for!"
"No, Malik," Ryou pleaded, grabbing onto Malik's arm,
"just let it go. It doesn't matter. You got the door down; I'm free to
go. Kaiba doesn't matter anymore. Let's just leave."
Malik looked as if he wanted to argue, then looked down
at the silver-haired angel on his arm and smiled gently. "All right,
Ryou," he murmured, brushing Ryou's hair back from his face
softly, "You win. Let's just go." As the two turned to leave, Malik
eyed Mokuba again. "Tell your brother this, kid: If he ever touches
Ryou again, so help me, I'll kill him. Got it?" There was utter
conviction in his voice, and Mokuba shivered and nodded. "Good."
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"Let me get this straight," Seto sighed, massaging the
bridge of his nose. "Malik fucks Ryou. You go to kill Malik. Ryou
interrupts. Malik reveals that both he and you love Ryou. Ryou
runs away. You follow. Malik stays with his darkness." He opened
his eyes to glare at Bakura. "You expect me to believe this?!"
"I didn't ask you to!" Bakura was obviously frustrated; he
couldn't find Ryou, but he found Seto, who was determined to kill
him for something. That 'something' was, apparently, something
Bakura should know. Bakura, frankly, had no idea what the hell
was going on, but was tired of being interrogated by this upstart.
"Well, I'm trying to get to the bottom of all this!" Seto yelled
back, looking exhausted. "I find that the love of my life is terrified
of being touched, and I want to know why!" He began to suspect
that he shouldn't have declared so out loud when Bakura fixed his
eyes on him with an expression that told him he was dead.
"O-ora..."
"'The love of your life'?" Bakura's expression was thunderous.
"Ryou is the 'love of your life'?!"
"Hey, that just slipped out! I didn't mean to --"
"SHUT UP!" Bakura snarled, trying to think. *What the hell
is Ryou that he would have at least three people in love with him?!*
He wondered, even as he casually raised his arm to send Seto into
the Shadow Realm for even daring to love Ryou.
"Yami! STOP!" The shout cut through the haze that was
Bakura's mind and made him stop, even as he looked up in joy at
the voice.
"Ryou?!"
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(Mariku POV)
Gah. This just sucks. I've only loved one person -- one person! --
in my entire life... well, existance... and they probably love someone
else. Then my light decides I'm in love with someone I'm not.
Ryou.
What is it with that kid?! He's got an army after him! Nearly
every single man or boy in this city wants to fuck him dry! What a
predicament.
A humourous predicament.
Admittedly, I'm annoyed at the turn things are taking -- why
the hell can't Bakura and my light see the obvious?! -- but I can live
with it.
I can even live with the fact that the man I love loves someone
else.
I just can't live with the fact that I'm surrounded by idiots.
Honestly, did Malik or Bakura ever *ask* Ryou if he loved
them? Nooooo. They had to go on this roundabout love-octagon-thing.
It's so stupid!
It makes me want to laugh.
But I still feel sorry for Ryou. I'll admit it, he's hot. Not as hot
as Bakura, but still, there's a beauty to him all the same. Maybe it's
his innocence -- no, maybe not. Not anymore, at least. Hah!
Ahem. Well, it could be his purety, even though's he not a
virgin anymore. Damn, I can't believe it was *my* light that took the
kid's innocence! I can't believe Malik roused enough balls to do
such a thing! It's so funny, I can hardly think straight.
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(Normal POV)
"Malik! Ryou!" Bakura greeted the two young men as they
charged down the sidewalk at him.
"Don't send him to the Shadow Realm, yami!" was Ryou's
reply.
Malik was a bit more responsive. "Wish I could do that."
Seto was not pleased at the turn things were taking. "Ryou!
What are you doing out of that room?! I thought I told you to stay
in there!"
Ryou turned to Seto, trying to reign in his emotions. "Seto,"
he said carefully, "I appreciate you trying to help me, but it was
unnecessary. Yami did nothing to me, I was just having a bad day."
He paused, remembering past events, then flushed. "Well... not all
of it was bad..."
"A-ha!" Malik crowed from next to Bakura. "You *did* enjoy
it! I'm glad."
"Enjoy what?!" Seto was frazzled.
"Oh," Bakura replied carelessly, waving one hand idly in the
air, "they just had sex. That's all."
Seto seemed to almost deflate. Ryou eyed him in surprise, then
turned to Bakura. "Are you still mad about that, yami?" he asked in a
remarkably child-like voice.
Bakura shook his head. "No, not anymore. If you gave yourself
freely, then I have nothing to say." He gave his light a piercing look.
"Did you freely have sex with Malik?"
Ryou stood silent, thinking. He remembered how his heart had
swelled when Malik had called him love, how he had felt when he
heard Bakura loved him, how confused he had felt when Malik claimed
to love him as well. Then he remembered the warm feeling in his heart
as he sat by the window in the Kaiba mansion, and smiled warmly.
"I did," he replied simply, leaning close to Malik.
Malik, who was trembling in fear at Ryou's response, nearly
fainted.
Bakura looked at the two of them, then nodded, something
seeming to shatter in his eyes. "Then I'll leave you two alone," he
replied softly, turning to go.
"Wait!"
Seto turned and walked to his house, a blank look in his eyes.
Ryou freely had sex with Malik. Ryou loved Malik. Not him; Malik.
Bile rose in his throat as he remembered all the times he had
fantasized about the pale boy, and how those fantasies would never
become reality. Then he remembered the young boy waiting for him
at home, loving and patient, and nearly smiled. Though painful, he
knew he would survive. And maybe... just maybe... if Mokuba didn't
object...
Malik stared after Seto, then turned after Ryou as the smaller
boy chased after his darkness, smiling softly. *He chose me,* he
thought giddily, his eyes gleaming in joy. *After everything, he
chose me. Not Bakura. But Bakura...*
He stopped, looking at nothing, his eyes lavender-blue eyes
glazing over. *But... what about Bakura...?*
Mariku's words, unbidden, rose up in his mind. *Basically,
you're falling in love with Bakura.*
"With Bakura...?" he murmured, frowning slightly. "Am I
really?"
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(Malik POV)
This isn't like I thought it would be.
I thought once I had Ryou, everything would be better.
Everything would be perfect, we would be happy... lies. All lies.
Now Bakura is slipping into my mind, and my heart. I
never thought I would feel about him this way, ever. He's been
a friend, a good friend to my darkness, but to me...? I never
thought of him as anything but an acquaintence. Until I fell in
love with his light, Ryou.
Ryou is like an angel of light: Pure, innocent, kind,
loving... when I first met him, the shock of meeting someone so
utterly without the malice of life was enough to make me lose
sleep. I had never felt such emotions before.
But... the more I loved Ryou, the more I thought of
Bakura, as well. Bakura is like... he's like a devil. Dark, evil,
and dead sexy. His tight wardrobe practicallys screams
"Do Me", and his smile causes me to shiver.
Just like an opposite of Ryou.
But... in every way that counted... he was like Ryou.
He even offered me a place to stay--his place--when Mariku
and I had a week-long tiff that had me locked out of the
house. And... he was Ryou. Like... a dark Ryou. A Ryou
that was worldly.
And now... now, damn it, I can't look at one without
envisioning the other. I look at Ryou, I see Bakura. I look at
Bakura, I see Ryou. And... though it shames me to admit it...
I feel for them both. The same way I want Ryou, long to touch
him, hold him in my arms, I want Bakura, long for him. I
want them both.
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(Bakura POV)
Well, that's it. Ryou loves Malik. Not me; never me.
What the hell was Malik talking about?! Saying shit
like 'Ryou loves you'! Damn him... he never did anything for
Ryou. He has it so easy... he just waltzed right in and fucked
Ryou. Just like that.
It's not fair.
I finally realize I love someone -- actually love them, not
just consider them property for me to fuck -- and they don't
return my feelings.
And he had the nerve to make me think my feelings
might be reciprocated.
It's just not fair.
"Yami, wait! Please, wait for me!"
Not now, Ryou. Right now, I'm ready to cry. No, never
mind... I have never cried as an adult, and I'm not planning to
now. So go away and let me think.
"Yami... why won't you talk to me...?"
I can't help it... I hear his voice, right next to me, and my
heart just seems to shatter. I heard Ryou say that once... I think
it was in some inane song he heard off that thing, that radio...
and thought it was stupid.
Now I'm not so sure.
"Yami!"
He looks exasperated. And yet, he's still beautiful. Heart-
wrenchingly beautiful.
Like an angel.
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Bakura looked at his light, his face unreadable. Ryou
stared back, seeing -- as few could -- the hidden emotions in his
darkness' brown eyes. "I'm sorry," he finally said, inwardly
flinching at how inadequite it sounded.
Bakura simply looked at him. "Look, this is going to
sound really stupid," Ryou finally said, trying his best to
look his yami in the eye, "but I love Malik."
"I know," the taller boy replied, and for a moment,
just a moment, there was a spark of pain in his eyes that
cut Ryou's heart in half.
"Let me finish?" there was an unspoken plea there,
Bakura realized, and nodded. "Okay." Ryou looked
nervous. "Look, Bakura... I... I might as well be honest with
you. I... I've loved you for a really long time." he hung his
head. "A really long time. But I was too much of a coward to
tell you. I didn't think you loved me back. And then... and
then Malik came into the picture. And slowly into my heart.
"I realize that I hurt you, yami, and you'll never know
how sorry I am. But you need to hear this." Ryou took a
deep breath, then raised his head, and the sheer emotion
shining in his eyes took Bakura's breath away. Even now, even now,
Ryou could still take his breath away. "When Malik came onto me...
I didn't know what to do. I froze. I... I didn't know what I
should do, you know?" Ryou's face turned pleading, as if begging
his darkness to understand. "I just... at first, I tried to
pretend it was you, making love to me. But... but after I woke
up, I realized that wasn't really fair. Not to you, and not to
Malik. I needed to rethink my feelings.
"I love Malik, I understand that now. But..." Ryou
trailed off, then abruptly leaned forward and kissed Bakura
deeply. "I realize that, as much as I care for Malik, I care for
you as well. I love you both... there's no way around it."
Bakura stared as Ryou pulled back, smiling sadly. "I
know you probably think I'm just babbling, and you probably
don't care. I know you probably don't love me, and that's okay.
I still love you. I love you exactly as much as I love Malik. I
love you both."
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End Chapter Five
Bwahahahahahahahah! Hey, can you guess what's going on?
Well, if you can't, lemme give you a hint.
I have no freaking clue what to do next.
So... can anyone guess who Mariku's secret love is? Huh?
If someone can guess it, I'll write you a special fic -- or attempt to --
just for you. However you like it. Or something. Yeah.
Well, keep in touch! Ja!
-Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com