Disclaimer and Warnings: See chapter one.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Hardly anyone reviewed on the first chapter. Why not? I seriously don't think it sucked that bad, did it? Oh, well. Here goes literally nothing.
Key:
(blah) = Set, in Ryou's mind
/blah/ =Ryou to Bakura, in mind link
//blah// = Bakura to Ryou, in mind link
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(A few weeks after chapter one {not sure how many})
Ryou watched his yami out of the corner of his eye. The silver-haired devil was sitting at the kitchen table. READING! Anyone who knows Yami Bakura can tell you that that doesn't happen. But there he was, face buried in a book. "Yami-chan? What are you doing?" "Reading." "You know how?" Bakura shot him a cruel yet mocking glare. "I'm *your* yami, aren't I?"
Ryou sat down and tried to peek at the book's cover. Bakura smirked and purposely moved it so the hikari couldn't see. "Bakura!" "Nani?' he asked, sweetly. Ryou fumed cutely. Bakura chuckled and handed him the book. The cover read 'Parental Guide to the Pregnancy Stage.' Ryou twitched.
Why are you reading this?" Bakura frowned. How to tell him without giving away what he'd done. "I think it might be important to know, someday." He didn't see the hurt in Ryou's eyes. "So...you plan on growing up and having kids someday?" "It's a nice idea." "I feel so sorry for the *wife*!" The last word had been snarled. "What?" Ryou screeched the chair across the floor, purposefully, stood, and stormed out. Bakura sat there with his eyebrows raised. He didn't get it.
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Ryou dived on to his bed, kicking the door closed with his foot. 'That insensitive prick! You think he would at least have the decency not to say something like that to my face. Damn him!' It wasn't a big secret that Ryou had planned to spend his whole life with Bakura. 'Well apparently he doesn't want the same. How could he do this to me?'
(Poor thing. He just doesn't understand, does he?) What in the world? "Who...Who's there?" Ryou looked around but saw no one. (That's because I'm not out there. I'm in you. Right...here.) There was a warming feeling in the very back of Ryou's mind. "Who-who are you?" (Not so loud. Do you want *him* to hear you? Hasn't he done enough damage for one day?) 'What do you mean?' (He hurt you so bad, didn't he? Using you like that.)
'He didn't mean it. He just...doesn't understand. I never told him.' (But he's your yami,) the voice gasped. (He can sense your emotions. Surely he must know.) 'No. He doesn't read my soul anymore.' ('Read my soul?' Oh, that's deep. How do you know he stopped? His word? *Ha!* Ryou...can you really trust him? Can you truly believe that he'll stay with you when things get rough? He'll give up and go on to greener pastures.) 'No he won't! Bakura-sama loves me!' (And yet you call him 'master.' *Tsk, tsk* Face it, Ryou. Your heart knows he'll stray.) 'That's not true!'
Suddenly, Ryou tasted bile in the back of his throat. 'I think I'm going to be sick.' He dashed for the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, retching almost instantly. /Bakura.Bakura!/ //Yes, hikari.// (Wait! Think about it, Ryou. How many times has he forced you to the point of vomiting blood and still not cared?) 'But that was before.' (Ryou, that's now. He won't care. I know he won't.) //Hikari? Tenshi-chan?// Ryou hesitated. /Nevermind. I'm okay./ //If you say so.//
Ryou emptied his stomach, a few tears making their way down his face. He felt a slight cool-warmth {See very bottom note} running up and down his back, slowly. (It's okay, Ryou. I'm here for you now.) Ryou nodded his acceptance and Set smirked, cruelly. (You're a good boy, Ryou.) And Bakura didn't know. His hikari was now Set's host.
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Sucked, right? It didn't come out like I'd planned for it to. I hope the two people who *did* review on chapter 1 like it. This is to them. They know who they are. (To lazy to check on reviewers.)
No other way to describe it. Think about being so cold that it burns. Now divide that by, eh, three-ish.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Hardly anyone reviewed on the first chapter. Why not? I seriously don't think it sucked that bad, did it? Oh, well. Here goes literally nothing.
Key:
(blah) = Set, in Ryou's mind
/blah/ =Ryou to Bakura, in mind link
//blah// = Bakura to Ryou, in mind link
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(A few weeks after chapter one {not sure how many})
Ryou watched his yami out of the corner of his eye. The silver-haired devil was sitting at the kitchen table. READING! Anyone who knows Yami Bakura can tell you that that doesn't happen. But there he was, face buried in a book. "Yami-chan? What are you doing?" "Reading." "You know how?" Bakura shot him a cruel yet mocking glare. "I'm *your* yami, aren't I?"
Ryou sat down and tried to peek at the book's cover. Bakura smirked and purposely moved it so the hikari couldn't see. "Bakura!" "Nani?' he asked, sweetly. Ryou fumed cutely. Bakura chuckled and handed him the book. The cover read 'Parental Guide to the Pregnancy Stage.' Ryou twitched.
Why are you reading this?" Bakura frowned. How to tell him without giving away what he'd done. "I think it might be important to know, someday." He didn't see the hurt in Ryou's eyes. "So...you plan on growing up and having kids someday?" "It's a nice idea." "I feel so sorry for the *wife*!" The last word had been snarled. "What?" Ryou screeched the chair across the floor, purposefully, stood, and stormed out. Bakura sat there with his eyebrows raised. He didn't get it.
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Ryou dived on to his bed, kicking the door closed with his foot. 'That insensitive prick! You think he would at least have the decency not to say something like that to my face. Damn him!' It wasn't a big secret that Ryou had planned to spend his whole life with Bakura. 'Well apparently he doesn't want the same. How could he do this to me?'
(Poor thing. He just doesn't understand, does he?) What in the world? "Who...Who's there?" Ryou looked around but saw no one. (That's because I'm not out there. I'm in you. Right...here.) There was a warming feeling in the very back of Ryou's mind. "Who-who are you?" (Not so loud. Do you want *him* to hear you? Hasn't he done enough damage for one day?) 'What do you mean?' (He hurt you so bad, didn't he? Using you like that.)
'He didn't mean it. He just...doesn't understand. I never told him.' (But he's your yami,) the voice gasped. (He can sense your emotions. Surely he must know.) 'No. He doesn't read my soul anymore.' ('Read my soul?' Oh, that's deep. How do you know he stopped? His word? *Ha!* Ryou...can you really trust him? Can you truly believe that he'll stay with you when things get rough? He'll give up and go on to greener pastures.) 'No he won't! Bakura-sama loves me!' (And yet you call him 'master.' *Tsk, tsk* Face it, Ryou. Your heart knows he'll stray.) 'That's not true!'
Suddenly, Ryou tasted bile in the back of his throat. 'I think I'm going to be sick.' He dashed for the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, retching almost instantly. /Bakura.Bakura!/ //Yes, hikari.// (Wait! Think about it, Ryou. How many times has he forced you to the point of vomiting blood and still not cared?) 'But that was before.' (Ryou, that's now. He won't care. I know he won't.) //Hikari? Tenshi-chan?// Ryou hesitated. /Nevermind. I'm okay./ //If you say so.//
Ryou emptied his stomach, a few tears making their way down his face. He felt a slight cool-warmth {See very bottom note} running up and down his back, slowly. (It's okay, Ryou. I'm here for you now.) Ryou nodded his acceptance and Set smirked, cruelly. (You're a good boy, Ryou.) And Bakura didn't know. His hikari was now Set's host.
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Sucked, right? It didn't come out like I'd planned for it to. I hope the two people who *did* review on chapter 1 like it. This is to them. They know who they are. (To lazy to check on reviewers.)
No other way to describe it. Think about being so cold that it burns. Now divide that by, eh, three-ish.