Angel
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any related characters. Nor do I own "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan.
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*Bang bang bang* "GET OUT HERE, BAKA!"
His Yami was outside the locked bathroom door.
Ryou shut off the water. He hadn't even been in there that long, why was his Yami bothering him?
Ryou wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door, his hair still dripping wet.
His Yami was holding the phone. He glared at Ryou and handed it to him.
"Hullo?" (British accent.)
"Bakura? It's Tea."
"Tea?"
"Yeah... I was just wondering if you'd like to go out somewhere tonight?"
He gulped. Had she just asked him out on a date?
No. No, she didn't. Please. Fate hated him. How could he reject her? How could he turn her down with how he felt about her? .... Knowing that she might feel the same way?
Bakura overheard this and a cruel, cold smile spread across his face. He watched Ryou expectantly. He enjoyed this sort of thing. He wanted to see Ryou break her heart.
Ryou resisted the urge to cry. He'd been doing too much of that lately. "I'm..." he couldn't help his voice cracking. "I'm... sorry, Tea. I... I can't."
Another painful silence. That was it. His life was over. He was nothing but an abused slave, something there solely for the purpose of raising an evil until it didn't need him anymore. And he had just been forced to turn down the girl he loved.
Tea bit her bottom lip on the other line. Can't? "But... why, Bakura?"
"Because... it's hard to explain. I'm sorry, Tea..." he gulped. "I really am." He hung up.
Ryou let his arm fall to his side. He looked down, not able to meet his Yami's eyes. He knew he was smiling cruelly at him.
"So," Bakura's voice was as chilling as ice, piercing at Ryou's soul. "What did she want with you? A weakling such as yourself..."
Ryou gulped and bit back more tears.
"Well?"
"She... she..." Ryou couldn't think of a suitable lie. His Yami had heard the conversation, anyways. "She wanted... to ask me if I could go out on Saturday."
"Well, that's too bad. You'll be tending your wounds on Saturday."
***
Pathetic. Helpless. This is how he would be for the rest of his life. Lying on the ground, bleeding is how he would remain for eternity. Begging for mercy in a life he was too weak to belong in.
He wanted to end it. He didn't see why he shouldn't. Maybe that's what Bakura wanted. He had just thrown him out the house and demanded he sleep outside in the cold.
Bleeding, for eternity. He'd take a knife and slit his own throat. Bakura would be gone, at least for some ammount of time, because he needed a host body, and this one would be dead...
Tomorrow, he'd end it. Tomorrow. Maybe just get a little sleep... he was lying in the dirt having dust rubbed into his wounds. Maybe just a little bit of sleep... a girl, walking home in the dark.
Who was she? Maybe just a little bit of sleep...
***
~Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance~
The smell of someone's perfume woke Ryou up. He didn't open his eyes. The searing pain of the cuts on his arms, his legs and his chest told him he didn't have enough energy to.
~For a break that would make it okay~
~There's always one reason~
~to feel not good enough~
He was breathing cautiously, hoping if he drew his breaths out, they wouldn't end... Who's hand was that on his cheek?
~~And it's hard at the end of the day~~
Bakura felt a small bit of water splash onto his forehead. A tear that wasen't his.
~I need some distraction
oh beautiful release~
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
~Memory seeps from my veins~
Who was she?
~Let me be empty, and weightless and maybe~
~I'll find some peace tonight~
Chocolate hair, soft skin, deep, concerned eyes...
~In the arms of an angel, fly away from here.~
~From this dark hotel room and the enlessness that you fear~
"Tea?" he whispered hoarsely. "What am I doing here?" All he could manage was a whisper.
~You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie~
"Shhhhh," she whispered. "It's okay, Ryou."
~you're in the arms of an angel, may you find some~ ~comfort here~
He was lying on Tea's bed. He looked down. The deep, cruel cuts in his arms, legs and chest left by Bakura's knife had been cleaned and tenderly bandaged. And he was naked under the covers of Tea's bed
Nude. He rememberd. Bakura had thrown him out, nude.
~So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn~
~there's vultures and thieves at your back~
"Ryou," she said, tears choking up her voice. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
~The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the~ ~lie, that you make up for all that you lack~
Ryou closed his eyes and then opened them again. Tears shone in them. "I didn't."
~It don't make no difference, escaping one last time.~ ~It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh,~
~this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees~
Ryou sat up in bed and took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to tell her his story, but it got stuck in his throat. He took another shaky breath and told her.
~In the arms of an angel~
"Oh, Ryou," Her eyes filled with sadness.
~fly away from here~
She leaned forward and hugged him.
~From this dark cold hotel room~
~And the endlessness that you fear~
~You are pulled from the wreckage~
~Of your silent reverie~
Ryou closed his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek.
~You're in the arms of the angel~
~May you find some comfort there~
He returned her hug with bandaged arms.
~You're in the arms of the angel~
~May find some comfort here~
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any related characters. Nor do I own "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan.
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*Bang bang bang* "GET OUT HERE, BAKA!"
His Yami was outside the locked bathroom door.
Ryou shut off the water. He hadn't even been in there that long, why was his Yami bothering him?
Ryou wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door, his hair still dripping wet.
His Yami was holding the phone. He glared at Ryou and handed it to him.
"Hullo?" (British accent.)
"Bakura? It's Tea."
"Tea?"
"Yeah... I was just wondering if you'd like to go out somewhere tonight?"
He gulped. Had she just asked him out on a date?
No. No, she didn't. Please. Fate hated him. How could he reject her? How could he turn her down with how he felt about her? .... Knowing that she might feel the same way?
Bakura overheard this and a cruel, cold smile spread across his face. He watched Ryou expectantly. He enjoyed this sort of thing. He wanted to see Ryou break her heart.
Ryou resisted the urge to cry. He'd been doing too much of that lately. "I'm..." he couldn't help his voice cracking. "I'm... sorry, Tea. I... I can't."
Another painful silence. That was it. His life was over. He was nothing but an abused slave, something there solely for the purpose of raising an evil until it didn't need him anymore. And he had just been forced to turn down the girl he loved.
Tea bit her bottom lip on the other line. Can't? "But... why, Bakura?"
"Because... it's hard to explain. I'm sorry, Tea..." he gulped. "I really am." He hung up.
Ryou let his arm fall to his side. He looked down, not able to meet his Yami's eyes. He knew he was smiling cruelly at him.
"So," Bakura's voice was as chilling as ice, piercing at Ryou's soul. "What did she want with you? A weakling such as yourself..."
Ryou gulped and bit back more tears.
"Well?"
"She... she..." Ryou couldn't think of a suitable lie. His Yami had heard the conversation, anyways. "She wanted... to ask me if I could go out on Saturday."
"Well, that's too bad. You'll be tending your wounds on Saturday."
***
Pathetic. Helpless. This is how he would be for the rest of his life. Lying on the ground, bleeding is how he would remain for eternity. Begging for mercy in a life he was too weak to belong in.
He wanted to end it. He didn't see why he shouldn't. Maybe that's what Bakura wanted. He had just thrown him out the house and demanded he sleep outside in the cold.
Bleeding, for eternity. He'd take a knife and slit his own throat. Bakura would be gone, at least for some ammount of time, because he needed a host body, and this one would be dead...
Tomorrow, he'd end it. Tomorrow. Maybe just get a little sleep... he was lying in the dirt having dust rubbed into his wounds. Maybe just a little bit of sleep... a girl, walking home in the dark.
Who was she? Maybe just a little bit of sleep...
***
~Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance~
The smell of someone's perfume woke Ryou up. He didn't open his eyes. The searing pain of the cuts on his arms, his legs and his chest told him he didn't have enough energy to.
~For a break that would make it okay~
~There's always one reason~
~to feel not good enough~
He was breathing cautiously, hoping if he drew his breaths out, they wouldn't end... Who's hand was that on his cheek?
~~And it's hard at the end of the day~~
Bakura felt a small bit of water splash onto his forehead. A tear that wasen't his.
~I need some distraction
oh beautiful release~
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
~Memory seeps from my veins~
Who was she?
~Let me be empty, and weightless and maybe~
~I'll find some peace tonight~
Chocolate hair, soft skin, deep, concerned eyes...
~In the arms of an angel, fly away from here.~
~From this dark hotel room and the enlessness that you fear~
"Tea?" he whispered hoarsely. "What am I doing here?" All he could manage was a whisper.
~You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie~
"Shhhhh," she whispered. "It's okay, Ryou."
~you're in the arms of an angel, may you find some~ ~comfort here~
He was lying on Tea's bed. He looked down. The deep, cruel cuts in his arms, legs and chest left by Bakura's knife had been cleaned and tenderly bandaged. And he was naked under the covers of Tea's bed
Nude. He rememberd. Bakura had thrown him out, nude.
~So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn~
~there's vultures and thieves at your back~
"Ryou," she said, tears choking up her voice. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
~The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the~ ~lie, that you make up for all that you lack~
Ryou closed his eyes and then opened them again. Tears shone in them. "I didn't."
~It don't make no difference, escaping one last time.~ ~It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh,~
~this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees~
Ryou sat up in bed and took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to tell her his story, but it got stuck in his throat. He took another shaky breath and told her.
~In the arms of an angel~
"Oh, Ryou," Her eyes filled with sadness.
~fly away from here~
She leaned forward and hugged him.
~From this dark cold hotel room~
~And the endlessness that you fear~
~You are pulled from the wreckage~
~Of your silent reverie~
Ryou closed his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek.
~You're in the arms of the angel~
~May you find some comfort there~
He returned her hug with bandaged arms.
~You're in the arms of the angel~
~May find some comfort here~