DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YGO OR THE SONG "MY DECEMBER" BY LINKIN PARK
This story something that I took my time on for my reviewers. I stayed up late each night, due to finals, to write and study at the same time. T.T Please no flames. The test in regular font is the POV and the story. The one underlined and italic is the lyrics to the song, "My December" by Linkin Park. This is dedicated to Bakura, Ryou and to my reviewers. I just didn't want to let you guys down. I hope that you enjoyed "At last" and this Story. It's for Bakura and Ryou.
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This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
*Ryou's POV*
Here I was in the hospital, lying in bed, waiting for death to come get me. All of my friends visited me everyday, but I felt that this was my last day alive. I looked at my hand and cuts were all over my hand. Some were scares and some were new. I had cut myself from the pain that I felt of being hurt by the one I loved. It always hurt when I cut myself, but not as much as love. He knew that I did this, but he didn't care. When he found out, all he did was glare at me and gave me a look that said, "Go to hell."
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
And I
My parents died and none of my relatives wanted me. The only person left in my life was him. He was my Yami, my Bakura, but he hated me and I hated him. Can I really say that though? No, I couldn't. I simply adored him. Whenever I thought about him or even the slightest look from him made me crazy and wanted him even more. I wanted to see him before death came for my life, but my mind told me that he wouldn't come at all. I didn't care what my mind said. Hope told me that he would come. Hope was keeping me alive. I looked at the clock. It had been two hours since Yugi and the gang left. I wanted my Yami, my Bakura to come. My mind hated him, but my Soul and my Heart loved him. I remembered the day when I told him how I felt. All he did say was that I was stupid and foolish. He then pushed me away from him. That crushed my hope. I was his Hikari, but that didn't matter to him. He hated me. No, I couldn't say that. He despised me.
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
After that day I asked Yugi if someone can hate one forever. Yugi laughed at the thought of that and said that it was impossible to hate one forever. He knew what was going on and told me that deep down inside of Bakura's heart, there is something that I have never seen in him before. I wanted to see what was deep down in him, but I knew that was never going to be able to see what was deep down inside of him. He wasn't even coming, but I still wanted to see it. Maybe it was tears that I've never seen before or maybe . . . maybe it was his love. I wanted it to be love. Love was what I wanted from him. I looked at the window and saw Bakura's reflection. I quickly looked over at the door, but saw that no one was there. My eyes lowered. It was all an imagination. It was all in my mind. I guess what Bakura said was true. I was stupid and foolish. I kept chasing after my dreams, but realized that even the first step was the hardest to take. I guess life wasn't meant for me. He was my reason to be here. He was my reason to be alive. He was my life, but sadly he was also my Death.
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel Like that
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
*Bakura's POV*
That was close. He had seen my reflection and almost seen me. I looked at Ryou once more and noticed that he had closed his eyes. I didn't want him to know that I was here. My Hikari was sick and I wanted to help him, but it seemed like that I was the one who got him sick. I was the one to make him pained, bleed, and cry. I was his cause. I listened carefully to his breathing. "Good." I thought. He had fallen asleep. This was my chance to see and talk to him, but could I really do so? No, I couln't. I've hurt him enough already, but something was urging me to go. I decided to take the chance. I slowly crept into his room, not wanting to wake up him. I closed the door quietly. I looked at his sleeping face.
Take back all the things I said To you
And I Give it all away
Just To have somewhere To go To
Give it all away
To have someone To come home To
The moonlight reflected the paleness of his skin and his silver hair. He looked liked an angel. An angel born during the winter; born from snow. A snow angel with its snow no longer pure as white, but dark red with blood. An angel hurt and wounded. Why was this angel hurt? I already knew why. It was because of a certain Yami who had hurt and wounded this snow angel. This Yami had clipped its wings, so it could no longer fly and make sure that the snow fell during the winter. This Yami was me. I did this to him. I gave him pain and clipped his wings. I couldn't bear to see this, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was a true, complete, pure, innocent, and genuine snow angel. Why did I hurt him? I guess I hurted him because I couldn't bare him to leave me. Back then when I was a child, everyone left me because of how I looked and who I was. "Hel-help me . . ." I looked at Ryou and studied his facial expression. He was having another nightmare. "Bakura. . ." He had said my name. He had wanted me Help. Even though I was his cause, he still wanted my help. I clamped my hand over my mouth and shut my eyes. I wanted to speak to him. I wanted to him to fly again. I wanted to see my angel. I couldn't though. After what I did to him? I could never forgive myself.
This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel Like that
And I
I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to look at this beautiful snow angel. It caused me anguish just looking at him, but I couldn't part my eyes away from this snow angel. He was still sleep, but his face seemed to somewhat shine brighter than a few minutes ago. After a few moments, I finally realized that it was Tears. This snow angel was crying in his sleep. My heart ached and pained just see his tears. I reached out and softly wiped his tears away. Should I tell him how I feel, but wouldn't that just hurt him even more? I looked at this angel once more. I remembered his smiling face, but I couldn't remember the last time he had actually smiled out of true happiness. When I found out that he was cutting himself, I was angered at him. Not in a way I wanted him to die, but in a way wanting to ask him why he did this to himself. I had already known why. It was because of me. "Bakura? Is that you?" My eyes grew as I recognized his voice. He had woken up and he was Smiling at me.
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said To you
*Ryou's POV*
My Love, my Life, my Death had came. Bakura was actually here, but my smiled quickly faded when I saw the seriousness in his face. He had never allowed me to look into his eyes, but I decided to take a chance at it. I took a glace at his eyes and quickly realized that it showed pain and fear. His eyes were just like mine. "What are you looking at?" I quickly looked away, not wanting to anger him. "I'm sorry . . ." I said softly. I didn't know what else to say to him. I hated awkward silences especially when it's between me and Bakura. I looked back down and my hands clutched onto the blanket. I felt tears streaming down my face. I waited for Bakura to yell at me like he always did whenever I cried and basically because I was who I was. "Stop crying. Your a man, not some woman." I quickly wiped my tears way. "I'm not crying!" I said back him to, but he knew that I was lying to him. Another awkward silence occurred. "I'm sorry. . . " I said again. "What are you sorry for?" He asked me. I had a million reasons for being sorry, but decided not to start with him. I closed my eyes and turned my back to him.
And I Give it all away
Just To have somewhere To go To
Give it all away
To have someone To come home To
Bakura still stood there looking at Ryou. Bakura wasn't sure if Ryou had fallen asleep yet. Bakura reached out his hand and stroked Ryou's hair with his fingers. "Ryou, I'm sorry for hurting you. I never wanted to cause you so much pain, but I did. I yelled at you so much that you almost killed yourself by getting drunk. You have other people to depend on. Other people to run to for help. You could have gotten a chance to go to America, but you didn't take it just because I yelled at you. Are you stupid? Whatever I do to push you away, even if it hurt you, you just keep coming back to me." Bakura felt tears streaming down his face, but didn't bother to hold it back. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that. . .I love you too." Bakura then fell asleep. Ryou cried softly as he felt Bakura's tears fall onto his cheeks. Ryou looked at Bakura and smiled once more. "I guess what Yugi said was true. Thank you Bakura. I guess. . .I can finally leave knowing that you love me. I love you too Bakura." Ryou then slowly closed his eyes, feeling his last breath coming closer then ever.
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
*Bakura's POV*
I slowly opened my eyes to realize that I had fallen asleep. "Ryou. . .Wake up." I said quietly to him, shaking him by the shoulder. I looked at him. He wasn't waking up. "Ryou. Wake up!" I said to him louder. "This isn't like him. . ." I thought. He was always up and about, but I could tell that something was wrong. I felt his face. It felt cold as ice. "Ryou?" I listened for his breathing, but I only heard my own. I then listened for his heartbeat, but heard nothing. My eyes grew wide. "No. This can't be!" I thought. "Ryou!" I hugged him, crying harder then ever. My delight, enchanting, true, pure, innocent, and genuine snow angel was . . . Gone . . .
And I Give it all away
Just To have somewhere To go To
Give it all away
To have someone To come home To
