[A/N: *waves slightly* Hi you guys! Again, in a sleepless
night (I REALLY don't sleep alot, do I? *sighs*) I heard the Evanescence album
and when this song, ‚Imaginary' came, I just thought „Hey, wait a sec! That
song is perfect!". So I scribbled down a few notes and after a few days, I
wrote this new chapter. I hope you like it, please R&R!!! ^____^]
Responses to reviews (I like getting responses, so I'm answering you now!):
IronAndYukito: You're my first reviewer! ^__^
Don't cry about them. I kow it's sad, but they wouldn't like to see you
crying! I'd like to do you the favor of bringing Ryou back.. but how? I mean, I
just can't make him get back from the dead! O.O If I could do such things, my
grandma would be alive again.. *smiles sadly* .. but I'll think about it..
aibou_ryou: Oh.My.God. YOU REVIEWED! ^.^ I feel so special! I love you,
Sora-chan!! (not in THAT way O.o) Yeah, you're right about that whole ‚Let's
abuse Ryou'-thing, but I love those fics and I just wanted to write such a
thing. *sighs* .. poor Ryou-chan.. ;_;
Oh, and I'll mail you tomorrow! I promise! ... somehow I have to think
of Sora, when I hear the sentence ‚I promise.' ARGH, Kairi, I hate you!!!
.
LadyBlueEyes: *handes you a tissue* Don't cry.. *sniffles* That makes me sad,
too! Oh, and I've read one of your fics and reviewed it. (I REALLY need to
practise resisting agains puppy eyes -____-) When I have more time left, I'll
read the others, okies? *smiles*
Misura: O.O DON'T CRY! Why's everyone crying? I didn't mean to make you sad!
;_; I guess I'll think of another *happy* fic, but first I want to finish this
one, okies? ^.^v
Faia Ookami: T^T Yeah, just punish me.. *sniffles* .. I'll think of something
of Ryou, but I don't have only the slighest bit of an idea, how I should go on!
Guess that means more listening to Evanescence! YAY! ^__^ (Oh, by the way,
isn't ‚Ookami' japanese for ‚wolf'?)
Black Magician Girl3: I'M ON YOUR FAVY AUTHORS LIST!!! *starts a happy dance*
Thanks for not flaming me!! *bows her head* I really feel like walking off a
cliff.. O.O .. Oh Ra, I don't think that's such a good idea. I have to finish
that fic first, right? ^^" About the sequel.. @__@ Everyone wants Ryou to
return! What the..? *sighs* I'll think of something. Help me, Evanescence
album.. ;_;
AngelStarFire: Thanks SO much! You don't know how much it means to me, when
someone says I have a good writing style! ARIGATO!!! I love your fic ‚Truth or
Dare'! And I'll read your others as soon as I get time.
OH MY GOD! That's a total of
!!!!7!!!! Reviews! I feel so
loved! *sobbs happily* To others this might be not much, but to me.. *sighs
dreamily*
Alright, on with the fic!
Explanations:
'Thoughts'
Gomen nasai – I'm sorry
WARNINGS:
Short Yaoi Scene in this chapter!!!
Imaginary
The rain was falling. Soaking the clothes of the gathering. Mixing with their
tears. Running along cold grey stone.
Here lies Ryou Bakura
Beloved son, friend and lover
Bakura stared at the letters, neither listening to the priest's last words,
nor to the crying of the people. He just stood there, silently weeping to
himself.
The people stepped next to the grave and laid down a few flowers. Some offered
Ryou's father their sympathies, others left immediately. Only a few were
silently watching.
Yugi, who was being hugged by Yami. Seto with Mokuba on one, Joey in the other
arm.
Malik had his arms curled around Mariks neck and was crying like a baby. He had
always felt more to Ryou. Marik slowly let go of him and walked over to Bakura.
Malik whimpered slightly, but Isis stepped besides him and started stroking his
back.
Marik placed a hand on Bakura's left shoulder, who didn't even blink. After a
few minutes he removed it and left the graveyard together with Isis and Malik.
Seto, Joey and Mokuba were also gone.
With a last sob, Yugi broke down, so Yami had to carry him. Before he left, he
glanced one last time over to Bakura. A tear rolled down his cheek. Then he
left, too.
Bakura was left in the rain. Silently crying, while staring at the grave.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story
A week had past since then. Ryou's father was on a dig somewhere in Egypt
again. Bakura didn't show himself only once to the others.
Yami slowly walked to Ryou's house. His head was bowed, his mind somewhere in
memories of the last days. As the reached the doorway, he saw Bakura leaning
against it. The white-haired one was looking at the sky with a kind of
hypnotised look.
"Tomb-robber." Yami greeted him. Bakura didn't respond. He was just staring at
the clouds.
"Haven't heard anything from you the last days. They're all worried.." Although
he didn't want to admit it, he was worried, too. Still he didn't show it. It
was his goddamn pride…
"Tomb-robber?" Again, only silence greeted the former pharaoh, who sighed
softly.
"… Bakura? C'mon, snap out of it!"
The spirit of the ring didn't even twitch at the soft words of the tri-coloured
boy.
Yami brushed a golden bang out of his eyes and sighed loudly. He sat down
besides the other one and gave him a look of concern.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Bakura glanced at a stack of wood a few metres away. He smiled slightly as
he remembered something that happened the last Christmas.
~*Flashback*~
Ryou ran through the snow and giggled like a small child. Bakura slowly
followed him, while cursing in Egypt and glaring at the cold substance. He
walked over to the stack of wood and removed the snow from the awning, which
kept the wood dry.
"C'mon Ryou, let's get the wood and get back in." he called over to his koi.
Ryou jumped towards him. "Oh Kura-chan, don't be such a meanie. The snow is
really great!" He smiled sweetly at his yami, his cheeks slightly red from the
cold.
"Yeah, really cold if you ask me." The yami glared at the snow again and
frowned as Ryou pouted. "I love the snow.." his lover muttered.
Bakura simply pulled him towards himself and kissed his light softly on the
lips. Ryou giggled and curled his arms around the other's neck. In response,
the older one embraced his back and hugged him only tighter.
"Ai shiteru." Bakura whispered lovingly and smiled, which he only did around
Ryou.
"Ai shiteru, Kura-chan."
~*Flashback End*~
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos – your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
Yami's voice let him snap out of his thoughts. "Bakura.. you can't go on like
this. Get out of your dream world."
Bakura simply stood and walked a few steps away from his former pharaoh. "What
do you understand after all? Wouldn't you react the same, when Yugi... died?"
He turned around and shot the other a long stare. Yami lowered his head, some
blond bangs hiding his face. He remained silent.
"As I thought." The silver-haired muttered and looked at the house.
It was still the same as before, nothing had changed. So many memories of him
and Ryou came up and he slightly shook his head to get them out of his mind.
After a few minutes of silence, to Yami it seemed like years, Bakura walked
back again and looked down on him.
"I know well what's happening out there, it's just… It doesn't hurt so much
this way." The brown-eyed softly said.
Yami glanced up at him, surprised by the unusual tone of Bakura's voice. The
two stared at each other.
Then the multicoloured lowered his head again and closed his eyes. "Gomen nasai."
He apologized.
Bakura simply nodded in understanding and walked into the house. Before he
closed the door he smiled sadly at the other one. "Good bye."
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
With a heavy sigh, Bakura lay down onto the couch. He glanced down at the
Christmas tree, which had already started to loose its needles. He smiled, as
he fell asleep.
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A loud moan escaped Ryou's lips as Bakura pushed hard into him. He bend his
legs a bit more, so the older had easier access. The yami steadied himself on
his elbows on different sides of Ryou's head and claimed the younger one's
mouth.
„KuraAAAH!" Ryou gasped loudly, thrashing his head to the side. Bakura pumped
into him as hard as he could with loud audible thuds and moaned Ryou's name.
That did it for Ryou and he came hard onto Bakura's stomach with a little
scream. At the sudden tightening around his member, Bakura groaned loudly as he
came.
They both collapsed onto the ground exhausted.
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The spirit of the ring screamed, as he woke up and fell from the couch on the
hard ground.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
Bakura turned on the water and splashed some into his face. ‚What the hell..?
Why, of all things, did I dream of this night?' He silently shook his head and
grabbed a towel.
That night.. that Christmas.. Ryou had given him something special. Something
that had only belonged to him..
The silver-haired one sighed and stared into the sink. Ryou had to share his
body, his mind, his whole life.
He had given everything to Bakura, except..
Again Bakura sighed but smiled slightly at the memory. That Christmas, Ryou had
given Bakura his innocence.
The yami looked up into the mirror and gasped. He gave a light scream, dropped
the towel and whirled around, eyes darting through the bathroom.
He could have sworn, there had been a shadow..
Slowly Bakura turned towards the mirror again, his heart beating heavily
against the millenium ring on his chest. He glanced back at his reflection.
Bakura's skin was paler than usually, nearly white. He hadn't lost weight,
though he hadn't eaten anything. He was a spirit, he didn't need to. The silver
mane, his hair, was damp and hanging lifelessly over his shoulders. The spirit
didn't care about brushing them
His dark brown eyes looked tired. Although Bakura had slept more than been
awake, he looked exhaused. Tears welled up in them, as he noticed again, how
similar he was to Ryou.
Both, angry and sad, he smashed the mirror. A few splinters struck in his hand
and made it bleed but he didn't care. Neither did he notice the blood, nor the
tears running down.
Frustrated he stormed out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, where he threw
himself on the bed. He cried and screamed into the pillow, not caring about the
aching pain in his right hand.
His eyes became heavier by the second and his sobbs quietened out.
A soft, warm breeze caressed his cheek, his hair waving slightly.
Bakura fell asleep.
~*Owari*~
"When life takes away all my happiness...
When my tears show you how I think about reality...
When the night only feels loneliness...
And I hide in my dreams, just to prevent me from suffering...
...then you'll know who I really am."
