A/N Thanks for all the reviews! ^_^ And also thanks to all the people
who added me to their favorites. YOU ALL ROCK! ^____________^
Anywho, I promised this chapter would be long, so it is! A WHOLE TWO PAGES longer than usual. Lol. From 4 pages to 6. I feel so proud. *wipes tears*
Anyway, on with the chapter. Please read and review. -^____^-
OH! And I used this song by someone I can't remember...and there is the obvious absence of Ryou/Bakura fluff that I promised. Sorry! I guess it'll have to come next chapter. But as you can see, my exact words were "Either next chapter or the one after that" so I didn't technically break a promise. Lol.
I am so mad at the YuGiOh dubbers. GEEZ! Do you know what they made Ryou say?!
Dubbed Ryou: *clutching his arm* *in an English accent* Yugi! Help me! I don't feel well. I don't feel well at all. I must go to a hospital to lie down.
How stupid is that?! .
----------------Anyway, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! ^_^---------------
~*~Chapter 8~*~
~*~ Love makes no promises
If you only knew what I've been going through ~*~
Yugi's eyes widened as Yami's lips brushed against his, but then closed them softly, giving in to the warm, tingly sensation. He could feel the tangible warmth flow from the taller tri-color haired teen into him and it made the heat rise to his cheeks, giving them a beautiful rose-colored tint. Yugi felt himself get light-headed, the sheer feeling of Yami being so close giving him shivers down his spine.
~*~ Could this be love? ~*~
Yami's mind slowly began to go back into focus, and as his crimson eyes flickered open, he suddenly pulled back, startled at his bold action. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment as he turned away from the little one who still sat, leaning a little forward, his lips still slightly parted.
~*~How, tell me, how will I know?
Will my heart make believe it's so? ~*~
Yugi looked at Yami in a sort of daze, his violet eyes large in confusion. Yami still turned away, his heart beating faster than ever. He had just kissed Yugi. But was that a good thing? He could feel Yugi's eyes on him and it made him more uncomfortable as he shifted nervously. An unearthly silent fell upon the room, both teens not knowing when to break the deadly quiet.
~*~ Or can I trust the way I feel?
If you could read my mind. ~*~
'Say something, damnit!' Yami thought, digging his fingers into the denim cloth of his jeans tensely. He was too amazed at his own temerity to even make eye contact with the other teen.
Yugi brought a shaking finger up to his lips where the soft, delicate feeling of Yami's lips lingered. He stared in uncertainty, not knowing if this was some kind of dream.
~*~If you only love me in my dreams, then let me sleep forever~*~ Or was Yami was actually returning long kept emotions. But he flinched as another possibility crossed his mind. What if this was some kind of cruel, practical joke meant to devastate him entirely?
~*~You see how hard I've tried
Still I can't decide~*~
The tri-color haired teen looked at Yugi from the corner of his eyes, watching as the ill youth touched his lips in disbelief and then visibly cringed. 'Shit.' Yami cursed to himself. He should have known better than to do something so stupid like that. He had just crossed the line of friendship and there was no way he could just go back. Not only was Yami bewildered with a foreign set of emotions, but he had just made a huge fool of himself.
~*~ If you only knew what I've been going through
Waiting and wanting you~*~
Standing up quickly, Yami strode towards the door.
"...Yami?" Yugi whispered after him.
"I need to go."
~*~Could this be love?
Oh, tell me, could this be love?~*~
***
"Ryou! When you're done with your homework, you need to pick up some groceries!" Ryou's dad said, watching as his son climbed the stairs towards his bedroom.
"OK!" Ryou shouted back down, before sitting down with a plop. His text books were spread about and he had a pencil in hand, poised to begin homework. So he opened his English text book and began to do grammar exercises. The first question: The baker loves to sell bread. Write the subject on the line.
Ryou stared at the question, and then wrote on the line in neat handwriting. 'Bakura.'
~*~Do you know if it's true-
That real love lasts a lifetime?~*~
The white-haired teen did a double-take and then grabbed frantically at his eraser, messily rubbing out the name. Heaving a troublesome sigh, Ryou laid his head on his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. 'Just forget about him.' But it was so much easier said than done.
~*~ Does it shine like the stars up in the sky
And do you know if you can fall for just a moment? ~*~
***
Bakura came home, dumping his backpack carelessly to the side. Stripping off his gloves and heavy jacket, the white-haired teen hit the play-back button on his answering machine. He then lay sprawled on his messy bed, his face pressed deep within the cool fabric of his pillow.
The message played, "Hey, Bakura? It's me..."
Bakura perked up at the voice; it was Yami.
"I did the stupidest thing today. Why am I such a dumbass?.........Well, I guess you're not home, then....bye."
The white-haired teen sat up with a groan. It was 3:30. What could Yami have possibly done in the last half hour that was so horrible? Groping under the bed for his gloves, he pulled them on as well as his discarded jacket. He went down the stairs and out the door, headed towards Yami's house. He had a feeling it was something to do with Yugi.
***
~*~Is a moment for all time?
Why, why am I so unsure~*~
As the last, golden rays of the sun drifted off into the distance, Yami shut his eyes painfully, his lightly tanned skin giving off a radiant glow in the pale sunlight. He leaned against the trunk of a weeping willow, looking through a curtain of bare, drooping branches. In front of him lay a quiet lake, starting to freeze over due to the cold temperature. Snow had not yet begun to fall, and Yami looked to the lake. It was freezing unevenly, the jagged pieces of ice reminding him of the reason he was here in the first place. Inside, he felt like a puzzle. But no matter how hard he tried, the jagged pieces of his life just wouldn't fit together.
~*~ Is that love knocking at my door?
Or the sound of my beating heart~*~
At first, he thought to discuss things with Bakura. But the white- haired teen had problems of his own as well and it was no use bothering him time after time. So here Yami sat, breathing in the cool, crisp, winter air, his mind filled of nothing except Yugi. The odd feeling that had grown in Yami's heart was beginning to make itself known. But he wasn't so sure if he wanted to know. What *was* the feeling inside that made it so damn hard to breathe every time Yugi was near?
~*~ If you could read my mind
You know I just can't hide
What I feel inside~*~
***
Bakura walked down the busy street, still headed towards Yami's house. He plodded down the street, his hands shoved into his pocket. Luckily, the two did not live far from each other. While turning the corner, Bakura suddenly bumped into someone, causing the other person to land, with a soft thump, onto the hard pavement.
"Sorry," Bakura muttered, offering a hand, "I didn't see-" Bakura froze. He had bumped into the last person he would have guessed to see.
~*~ If you only knew, what I've been going through
Waiting and wanting you~*~
Ryou's eyes widened as he looked up at Bakura. "No, it was my fault," he said hastily, gathering up the fallen groceries. "I'm kind of in a hurry," he explained, taking off quickly in the opposite direction.
Bakura turned as if to follow, but then hesitated. He had come to see Yami. And, he thought guiltily, his best friend was more important. Taking one last look at Ryou as he rounded the corner, he walked up the steps to Yami's front door.
~*~ Could this be love?
Oh, tell me, could this be love? ~*~
Ringing the doorbell, the white-haired teen paused, waiting for the familiar footsteps. But there were none.
"YAMI!" Bakura shouted, taking a step back to see if his friend had his head poked out through the window. But there were no lights on in the house and there was no sign of Yami. Scowling, Bakura glared daggers at the house. He had missed Ryou again. This time, for no reason.
***
Yami sighed, exiting the park. It was getting late and he felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. As he strode down the street, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the foot of the wall. It was Ryou, panting heavily as if he had just escaped certain doom.
"Hey, Ryou," Yami said tiredly.
Ryou looked up, and smiled. It was just Yami...
"Hi." The white-haired teen said, pausing. To make conversation, he asked, "You went to see Yugi today, right?"
Yami's expression suddenly grew grim. He had known about Yugi's future for days now, but the news still hurt, long after it had revealed itself. The tri-color haired teen looked away nervously, his eyebrows knitting together with concern. "Umm...."
Ryou frowned at Yami's odd behavior. "Did something happen?"
Yami faltered for a moment. So *many* things happened today....
"What's wrong? Tell me!" Ryou said worriedly, stepping forward. He sensed the hesitation and hurt in the tri-color haired teen and was getting more and more tense as time dragged on. What wasn't Yami telling him?!
Yami paused. Was it even his place to tell Ryou? But Ryou and Yugi *were* best friends... Yugi didn't want to tell anyone, afraid that he would cause others pain because of his own problems. But Ryou had a right to know....
"In a few days, Yugi...might...not be here anymore..." Yami couldn't even bring himself to say 'die'. Instead, he looked away, unable to do anything else.
The white-haired teen stood still for a while, speechless. Then, suddenly, his eyes began to well up in tears, his mouth slightly open.
"Why...didn't he tell me?" Ryou said softly, burrowing his face into his hands.
Yami stared at Ryou oddly; he had never seen a guy cry before. Yami took a step closer, patting Ryou awkwardly on the back. "Yugi will be ok..." Yami lied through his teeth, wishing that he had never met Yugi in the first place; then he wouldn't have to fell this pain, he wouldn't have to feel these strange emotions, he wouldn't have the urge to fall to his knees and just stop trying...
"HE WON'T BE ALRIGHT!" Ryou shouted, falling forward to lean against Yami's chest, tears beginning to drop on the leather material of Yami's jacket.
The tri-color haired teen tensed at the sudden contact, but then relaxed, supporting Ryou as he cried.
***
Irritated at Yami's absence, Bakura came back the way he came, turning the corner once more. As he came around, he saw two people in the middle of the sidewalk-Ryou pressed up to his best friend, encircled in a loose embrace.
~*~Love makes no promises ~*~
A/N OH MY GAWD! WHAT THE HELL IS GONNA HAPPEN NOW?! Lol. I feel like this chapter was crap. *CRIES* Was it really as bad as I think it is? I can't even stand to re-read it, so please excuse grammar and spelling mistakes. T_T
I underestimated how long this chapter would be, so Bakura/Ryou fluff shall be later on. Hahahahaha. I'm such a dork. Promising stuff before I even plan out the chapter...I'm pretty sure its gonna be real soon. SO PLEASE REVIEW! I'm skipping study time to write this. Maybe that's why my math grade is going lower than the hip-hugging leather pants Seto wears when he's flirting with Jou. XD Naw, I'm just kidding. I would've written this fic no matter what. ^_^
Anywho, I promised this chapter would be long, so it is! A WHOLE TWO PAGES longer than usual. Lol. From 4 pages to 6. I feel so proud. *wipes tears*
Anyway, on with the chapter. Please read and review. -^____^-
OH! And I used this song by someone I can't remember...and there is the obvious absence of Ryou/Bakura fluff that I promised. Sorry! I guess it'll have to come next chapter. But as you can see, my exact words were "Either next chapter or the one after that" so I didn't technically break a promise. Lol.
I am so mad at the YuGiOh dubbers. GEEZ! Do you know what they made Ryou say?!
Dubbed Ryou: *clutching his arm* *in an English accent* Yugi! Help me! I don't feel well. I don't feel well at all. I must go to a hospital to lie down.
How stupid is that?! .
----------------Anyway, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! ^_^---------------
~*~Chapter 8~*~
~*~ Love makes no promises
If you only knew what I've been going through ~*~
Yugi's eyes widened as Yami's lips brushed against his, but then closed them softly, giving in to the warm, tingly sensation. He could feel the tangible warmth flow from the taller tri-color haired teen into him and it made the heat rise to his cheeks, giving them a beautiful rose-colored tint. Yugi felt himself get light-headed, the sheer feeling of Yami being so close giving him shivers down his spine.
~*~ Could this be love? ~*~
Yami's mind slowly began to go back into focus, and as his crimson eyes flickered open, he suddenly pulled back, startled at his bold action. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment as he turned away from the little one who still sat, leaning a little forward, his lips still slightly parted.
~*~How, tell me, how will I know?
Will my heart make believe it's so? ~*~
Yugi looked at Yami in a sort of daze, his violet eyes large in confusion. Yami still turned away, his heart beating faster than ever. He had just kissed Yugi. But was that a good thing? He could feel Yugi's eyes on him and it made him more uncomfortable as he shifted nervously. An unearthly silent fell upon the room, both teens not knowing when to break the deadly quiet.
~*~ Or can I trust the way I feel?
If you could read my mind. ~*~
'Say something, damnit!' Yami thought, digging his fingers into the denim cloth of his jeans tensely. He was too amazed at his own temerity to even make eye contact with the other teen.
Yugi brought a shaking finger up to his lips where the soft, delicate feeling of Yami's lips lingered. He stared in uncertainty, not knowing if this was some kind of dream.
~*~If you only love me in my dreams, then let me sleep forever~*~ Or was Yami was actually returning long kept emotions. But he flinched as another possibility crossed his mind. What if this was some kind of cruel, practical joke meant to devastate him entirely?
~*~You see how hard I've tried
Still I can't decide~*~
The tri-color haired teen looked at Yugi from the corner of his eyes, watching as the ill youth touched his lips in disbelief and then visibly cringed. 'Shit.' Yami cursed to himself. He should have known better than to do something so stupid like that. He had just crossed the line of friendship and there was no way he could just go back. Not only was Yami bewildered with a foreign set of emotions, but he had just made a huge fool of himself.
~*~ If you only knew what I've been going through
Waiting and wanting you~*~
Standing up quickly, Yami strode towards the door.
"...Yami?" Yugi whispered after him.
"I need to go."
~*~Could this be love?
Oh, tell me, could this be love?~*~
***
"Ryou! When you're done with your homework, you need to pick up some groceries!" Ryou's dad said, watching as his son climbed the stairs towards his bedroom.
"OK!" Ryou shouted back down, before sitting down with a plop. His text books were spread about and he had a pencil in hand, poised to begin homework. So he opened his English text book and began to do grammar exercises. The first question: The baker loves to sell bread. Write the subject on the line.
Ryou stared at the question, and then wrote on the line in neat handwriting. 'Bakura.'
~*~Do you know if it's true-
That real love lasts a lifetime?~*~
The white-haired teen did a double-take and then grabbed frantically at his eraser, messily rubbing out the name. Heaving a troublesome sigh, Ryou laid his head on his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. 'Just forget about him.' But it was so much easier said than done.
~*~ Does it shine like the stars up in the sky
And do you know if you can fall for just a moment? ~*~
***
Bakura came home, dumping his backpack carelessly to the side. Stripping off his gloves and heavy jacket, the white-haired teen hit the play-back button on his answering machine. He then lay sprawled on his messy bed, his face pressed deep within the cool fabric of his pillow.
The message played, "Hey, Bakura? It's me..."
Bakura perked up at the voice; it was Yami.
"I did the stupidest thing today. Why am I such a dumbass?.........Well, I guess you're not home, then....bye."
The white-haired teen sat up with a groan. It was 3:30. What could Yami have possibly done in the last half hour that was so horrible? Groping under the bed for his gloves, he pulled them on as well as his discarded jacket. He went down the stairs and out the door, headed towards Yami's house. He had a feeling it was something to do with Yugi.
***
~*~Is a moment for all time?
Why, why am I so unsure~*~
As the last, golden rays of the sun drifted off into the distance, Yami shut his eyes painfully, his lightly tanned skin giving off a radiant glow in the pale sunlight. He leaned against the trunk of a weeping willow, looking through a curtain of bare, drooping branches. In front of him lay a quiet lake, starting to freeze over due to the cold temperature. Snow had not yet begun to fall, and Yami looked to the lake. It was freezing unevenly, the jagged pieces of ice reminding him of the reason he was here in the first place. Inside, he felt like a puzzle. But no matter how hard he tried, the jagged pieces of his life just wouldn't fit together.
~*~ Is that love knocking at my door?
Or the sound of my beating heart~*~
At first, he thought to discuss things with Bakura. But the white- haired teen had problems of his own as well and it was no use bothering him time after time. So here Yami sat, breathing in the cool, crisp, winter air, his mind filled of nothing except Yugi. The odd feeling that had grown in Yami's heart was beginning to make itself known. But he wasn't so sure if he wanted to know. What *was* the feeling inside that made it so damn hard to breathe every time Yugi was near?
~*~ If you could read my mind
You know I just can't hide
What I feel inside~*~
***
Bakura walked down the busy street, still headed towards Yami's house. He plodded down the street, his hands shoved into his pocket. Luckily, the two did not live far from each other. While turning the corner, Bakura suddenly bumped into someone, causing the other person to land, with a soft thump, onto the hard pavement.
"Sorry," Bakura muttered, offering a hand, "I didn't see-" Bakura froze. He had bumped into the last person he would have guessed to see.
~*~ If you only knew, what I've been going through
Waiting and wanting you~*~
Ryou's eyes widened as he looked up at Bakura. "No, it was my fault," he said hastily, gathering up the fallen groceries. "I'm kind of in a hurry," he explained, taking off quickly in the opposite direction.
Bakura turned as if to follow, but then hesitated. He had come to see Yami. And, he thought guiltily, his best friend was more important. Taking one last look at Ryou as he rounded the corner, he walked up the steps to Yami's front door.
~*~ Could this be love?
Oh, tell me, could this be love? ~*~
Ringing the doorbell, the white-haired teen paused, waiting for the familiar footsteps. But there were none.
"YAMI!" Bakura shouted, taking a step back to see if his friend had his head poked out through the window. But there were no lights on in the house and there was no sign of Yami. Scowling, Bakura glared daggers at the house. He had missed Ryou again. This time, for no reason.
***
Yami sighed, exiting the park. It was getting late and he felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. As he strode down the street, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the foot of the wall. It was Ryou, panting heavily as if he had just escaped certain doom.
"Hey, Ryou," Yami said tiredly.
Ryou looked up, and smiled. It was just Yami...
"Hi." The white-haired teen said, pausing. To make conversation, he asked, "You went to see Yugi today, right?"
Yami's expression suddenly grew grim. He had known about Yugi's future for days now, but the news still hurt, long after it had revealed itself. The tri-color haired teen looked away nervously, his eyebrows knitting together with concern. "Umm...."
Ryou frowned at Yami's odd behavior. "Did something happen?"
Yami faltered for a moment. So *many* things happened today....
"What's wrong? Tell me!" Ryou said worriedly, stepping forward. He sensed the hesitation and hurt in the tri-color haired teen and was getting more and more tense as time dragged on. What wasn't Yami telling him?!
Yami paused. Was it even his place to tell Ryou? But Ryou and Yugi *were* best friends... Yugi didn't want to tell anyone, afraid that he would cause others pain because of his own problems. But Ryou had a right to know....
"In a few days, Yugi...might...not be here anymore..." Yami couldn't even bring himself to say 'die'. Instead, he looked away, unable to do anything else.
The white-haired teen stood still for a while, speechless. Then, suddenly, his eyes began to well up in tears, his mouth slightly open.
"Why...didn't he tell me?" Ryou said softly, burrowing his face into his hands.
Yami stared at Ryou oddly; he had never seen a guy cry before. Yami took a step closer, patting Ryou awkwardly on the back. "Yugi will be ok..." Yami lied through his teeth, wishing that he had never met Yugi in the first place; then he wouldn't have to fell this pain, he wouldn't have to feel these strange emotions, he wouldn't have the urge to fall to his knees and just stop trying...
"HE WON'T BE ALRIGHT!" Ryou shouted, falling forward to lean against Yami's chest, tears beginning to drop on the leather material of Yami's jacket.
The tri-color haired teen tensed at the sudden contact, but then relaxed, supporting Ryou as he cried.
***
Irritated at Yami's absence, Bakura came back the way he came, turning the corner once more. As he came around, he saw two people in the middle of the sidewalk-Ryou pressed up to his best friend, encircled in a loose embrace.
~*~Love makes no promises ~*~
A/N OH MY GAWD! WHAT THE HELL IS GONNA HAPPEN NOW?! Lol. I feel like this chapter was crap. *CRIES* Was it really as bad as I think it is? I can't even stand to re-read it, so please excuse grammar and spelling mistakes. T_T
I underestimated how long this chapter would be, so Bakura/Ryou fluff shall be later on. Hahahahaha. I'm such a dork. Promising stuff before I even plan out the chapter...I'm pretty sure its gonna be real soon. SO PLEASE REVIEW! I'm skipping study time to write this. Maybe that's why my math grade is going lower than the hip-hugging leather pants Seto wears when he's flirting with Jou. XD Naw, I'm just kidding. I would've written this fic no matter what. ^_^
