Even In Death-- 1/4
[A/N: Evanescence just works for Yu Gi Oh. The lyrics are dark, and just, well, work. I've got a whole jam-load of stories locked away in my brain. Songfics, mostly. Here's one, probably one of the most disturbing, too. I'll try real hard. I hope everyone isn't too out of character, please correct me in a review when you read it… Please???? ^.^]
[A/N: 5/6/04; Ok, The first time I posted this story it was as a (really long) one-shot. It's 12 pages in M.Works on 10-sized print, so it's really long, and I know that stories are a bit easier to read if you don't throw the whole thing in reader's faces at once, so I decided to take it down and re-post it as 4 chapters. So here goes, I hope this works better than the first time I posted!]
[Disclaimer: This fact causes more sadness that the topic of the story; I don't own Yu Gi Oh.]
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I really don't believe what's just happened. I sit in our old room and stare blankly ahead of me at the wall, white as your hair was. They all told me you're dead, but that just can't be. I know you're not. I can still see your shadow walking around this old house, but I'm the only one here. I really wish you would come home. I'm very lonely, and I don't know this world.
Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
My Ryou…
Where did you go?
They had a funeral, a wake, even a service, but I wasn't there. Why mourn someone who isn't dead? I know you must be somewhere, but I just can't find you. I told this to your friend, the Pharaoh's Hikari, but he just looked at me with tears in his eyes. Why is everyone crying? Even the Pharaoh looks at me with pity now, and I hate that more than anything. I don't want their pity! I want you back! That isn't too much.
Even Kaiba is lying to me now. He told me the worst things, like that you are gone forever, and they buried you already. That sickened me, thinking of you, my angel, in the ground, in a box… It just can't happen.
Why did you make me do it? They blame me, I know they do. You told me you'd be fine, that you'd be ok. I would rather be in my soul room still, where I could at least talk to you. I didn't need my own body, why did you make me do it?
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"Please, Bakura," he begged. Bakura just stared back at him, coldly refusing with his transparent eyes.
"I don't have that kind of energy. Let me wait, I'll get more of the Items, then I will do it."
"But Yami and Yugi have separate bodies, and they're fine!" he protested, but his Dark countered him sharply.
"The Pharaoh has more power than I do, as much as I hate him for it. The Ring and the Eye are not enough," he replied.
"Then why don't we ask for help? I really want this, Bakura, you know I do, and then we wouldn't have to share the body," the smaller boy continued to plead.
"Ryou," the astral body beside him sighed, "My real concern is you. This needs more strength and power than either of us have, and its going to use yours. It might even kill you," he finished with a hard glance at his Hikari.
"Bakura, I'll be fine, I promise!"
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I believed you. You said you would be all right, that the spell couldn't hurt you, and that at worst you'd be in bed getting your strength back for a day or two. You didn't know, you had no way of knowing how horribly the spell would tax your frail body.
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The Dark chanted words, softly at first, but got louder as the spell called for it. His astral body began to glow, along with the Ring and the Millennium eye on a table nearby. Ryou winced as the spell pulled energy from him, but he stayed standing nearby, watching as first Bakura's legs, then all the way up to his waist became solid.
"It's working, Bakura," he said in wonder, his eyes shinning, but as the spell called more and more energy from his, trying to pull Bakura's soul room away from him, he faltered, grabbing the table as he fell, toppling the Eye.
"Ryou," Bakura started, turning around sharply, almost to his neck now, he knelt down and grabbed the smaller boy's shoulders. Ryou looked up at him, smiling weakly as Bakura's face became real.
"Bakura-kun," he started softly, but a bright light distracted the darker one from his words. It started at Ryou's chest where the Ring would usually be, then expanded in a vicious slash. Ryou screamed only once as an awful tearing sound was heard, and the small boy was thrown backwards. Blood sprayed from the gash in his chest, and his little body heaved, trying to breathe desperately.
"Ryou!" Bakura shrieked, running to his Hikari. His arm twitched, as if trying to push himself up to sit, but it fell.
"Bakura," he said, very softly, "Did it work?"
"Ryou! Don't talk, you'll be alright," Bakura heard his own words, but didn't believe them himself. Ryou was loosing blood fast, and it already looked like most of his life force was gone. "This is all my fault," panicked the usually harsh Yami, looking around for something, anything to help the smaller boy. Knowing he had only moments, Bakura did the only thing he could think of. He brought his face down to the smaller one's in a gentle kiss, their first real one.
Ryou's body gave a tiny shudder, and he sighed, a sound that sent chills down Bakura's newly acquired spine.
"I told you," he whispered softly. Then he ran to the phone and called Yugi. He might know what to do. He left a message on the Hikari's phone and ran back to Ryou's still body. Kneeling next to him, he gently lifted his upper body onto his lap and held him tightly. "You're not dead," he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse from unshed tears.
If he knew one thing, it was that he could not cry.
Ryou wouldn't believe it, or want it. It would only make him nervous.
Slowly, Bakura began to make himself think that Ryou was still alive, that he had somehow ran into his soul room or something, and all Bakura could think was how his Hikari would respond to his living room being covered in blood.
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I remember how Yugi found us, me holding you on the floor, and the way he had instantly ran back outside and threw up in the bushes. I didn't care. It took Jounouchi and Yami both to pry you out of my arms, and they laid you out on the floor, cleaning you off with a gentle rag. Somehow, the gash in your chest was gone, and only your torn shirt and the blood everywhere was evident to it ever being there. Yugi was hysterical, and Jounouchi kept demanding to know what had happened.
Yami was the only one who was quiet. The only one without tears on his face, other than me. He simply, silently cleaned you off and picked you up. Jounouchi held me back from him as he carried your still frame out of the house. I screamed at him, demanding that he bring you back, but he wouldn't listen.
He took you to the police station without me, telling them all he had found you at the side of the road. I was furious. How dare he say you were dead? It wasn't funny, and I told him that. That was when he gave me that look that I don't ever want to see again. Pity shone through his dark eyes. He pitied me for thinking you were still alive, that there was still a chance to save you somehow.
I have to find you; I'm so lonely all by myself, though I'll never admit it.
Something else that sickened me. They made me come to the police station to 'claim the body.' Your eyes were closed peacefully; you looked as much like an angel then as you did as the Change of Heart. I still haven't forgotten those days, when you were nothing more to me than a host, and I was a parasite, living off your energy and body. But that was a long time ago, a long time before three weeks ago.
And three weeks ago was eternity.
~*~*~*~*~
As Bakura sat brooding in his bedroom, Yugi, Anzu and Yami were standing outside his house on the front porch.
"How are we going to do this?" Asked Yami as the sun began to set.
"We have to be very gentle with him," warned Anzu. Yami Bakura had spent three weeks alone in his house. They didn't know if he had even eaten anything in that time, they hadn't seen him since he left the police station. He didn't come to any of Ryou's services, and he was missed by only those who knew him. The only thing any of them knew was that the dark boy was in denial.
"Should we really go through with this?" asked Yugi timidly.
"The only way Bakura is going to snap out of this is if he sees for himself that Ryou is gone. Its really terrible, but it's the truth, and he can't live like this anymore. He'll end up killing himself somehow, or starving, and that's not what Ryou would have wanted," said Yami, his strong voice almost cold at what they had to do. They would bring Bakura to visit Ryou's grave.
"Should we even do this?" asked Yugi, still doubtful. "We don't know how he will react. He might even lose it."
"If he hasn't already," added Anzu sympathetically, casting a sad glance up to the bedroom window as the last of the sun's rays glared off it.
"Bakura," called Yami, pounding on the door, after nobody answered after five minutes of knocking normally. "Bakura, open the door!"
"Yami, please," cautioned Yugi. "I really don't think he wants any visitors right now. Think of how you would feel if anything happened to me."
Yami's expression softened considerably at the thought, and he stopped his banging. Carefully, he tried to open the door, and was surprised to see that it was unlocked. He cast a glance to Yugi and Anzu, and stepped inside.
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[…Are you in suspense???? Do you like it so far, beloved readers? You know I love you, and if you love the story (or, you know.. me?) you'll review, especially if you want me to update next Friday! (Well, it's Thursday night right now, but…) I'll be posting all my updates over the next four Fridays, since they're already done and I don't want to post it all at once. It'll be something to look forward to. I'll even give you an (abridged bonus!) sneak peek for next week!]
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"Is this some kind of sick joke?!" he screamed, furious. Yami took a step back, bracing himself. But Bakura only looked back down. Yami could swear he saw something inside the thief break and crumble. Moments later he was on his knees next to the stone, his fingers on the inscription, as if trying to make himself read different words.
Yami backed away to let Bakura be alone. He didn't want to see this any more than Bakura wanted to be seen.
Bakura could feel his grip slipping. What he was hanging on to he didn't know, but he was about to lose it. "Ryou," he whispered softly, then more angrily, "Ryou!"
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[A/N: Evanescence just works for Yu Gi Oh. The lyrics are dark, and just, well, work. I've got a whole jam-load of stories locked away in my brain. Songfics, mostly. Here's one, probably one of the most disturbing, too. I'll try real hard. I hope everyone isn't too out of character, please correct me in a review when you read it… Please???? ^.^]
[A/N: 5/6/04; Ok, The first time I posted this story it was as a (really long) one-shot. It's 12 pages in M.Works on 10-sized print, so it's really long, and I know that stories are a bit easier to read if you don't throw the whole thing in reader's faces at once, so I decided to take it down and re-post it as 4 chapters. So here goes, I hope this works better than the first time I posted!]
[Disclaimer: This fact causes more sadness that the topic of the story; I don't own Yu Gi Oh.]
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I really don't believe what's just happened. I sit in our old room and stare blankly ahead of me at the wall, white as your hair was. They all told me you're dead, but that just can't be. I know you're not. I can still see your shadow walking around this old house, but I'm the only one here. I really wish you would come home. I'm very lonely, and I don't know this world.
Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
My Ryou…
Where did you go?
They had a funeral, a wake, even a service, but I wasn't there. Why mourn someone who isn't dead? I know you must be somewhere, but I just can't find you. I told this to your friend, the Pharaoh's Hikari, but he just looked at me with tears in his eyes. Why is everyone crying? Even the Pharaoh looks at me with pity now, and I hate that more than anything. I don't want their pity! I want you back! That isn't too much.
Even Kaiba is lying to me now. He told me the worst things, like that you are gone forever, and they buried you already. That sickened me, thinking of you, my angel, in the ground, in a box… It just can't happen.
Why did you make me do it? They blame me, I know they do. You told me you'd be fine, that you'd be ok. I would rather be in my soul room still, where I could at least talk to you. I didn't need my own body, why did you make me do it?
~*~*~*~*~
"Please, Bakura," he begged. Bakura just stared back at him, coldly refusing with his transparent eyes.
"I don't have that kind of energy. Let me wait, I'll get more of the Items, then I will do it."
"But Yami and Yugi have separate bodies, and they're fine!" he protested, but his Dark countered him sharply.
"The Pharaoh has more power than I do, as much as I hate him for it. The Ring and the Eye are not enough," he replied.
"Then why don't we ask for help? I really want this, Bakura, you know I do, and then we wouldn't have to share the body," the smaller boy continued to plead.
"Ryou," the astral body beside him sighed, "My real concern is you. This needs more strength and power than either of us have, and its going to use yours. It might even kill you," he finished with a hard glance at his Hikari.
"Bakura, I'll be fine, I promise!"
~*~*~*~*~
I believed you. You said you would be all right, that the spell couldn't hurt you, and that at worst you'd be in bed getting your strength back for a day or two. You didn't know, you had no way of knowing how horribly the spell would tax your frail body.
~*~*~*~*~
The Dark chanted words, softly at first, but got louder as the spell called for it. His astral body began to glow, along with the Ring and the Millennium eye on a table nearby. Ryou winced as the spell pulled energy from him, but he stayed standing nearby, watching as first Bakura's legs, then all the way up to his waist became solid.
"It's working, Bakura," he said in wonder, his eyes shinning, but as the spell called more and more energy from his, trying to pull Bakura's soul room away from him, he faltered, grabbing the table as he fell, toppling the Eye.
"Ryou," Bakura started, turning around sharply, almost to his neck now, he knelt down and grabbed the smaller boy's shoulders. Ryou looked up at him, smiling weakly as Bakura's face became real.
"Bakura-kun," he started softly, but a bright light distracted the darker one from his words. It started at Ryou's chest where the Ring would usually be, then expanded in a vicious slash. Ryou screamed only once as an awful tearing sound was heard, and the small boy was thrown backwards. Blood sprayed from the gash in his chest, and his little body heaved, trying to breathe desperately.
"Ryou!" Bakura shrieked, running to his Hikari. His arm twitched, as if trying to push himself up to sit, but it fell.
"Bakura," he said, very softly, "Did it work?"
"Ryou! Don't talk, you'll be alright," Bakura heard his own words, but didn't believe them himself. Ryou was loosing blood fast, and it already looked like most of his life force was gone. "This is all my fault," panicked the usually harsh Yami, looking around for something, anything to help the smaller boy. Knowing he had only moments, Bakura did the only thing he could think of. He brought his face down to the smaller one's in a gentle kiss, their first real one.
Ryou's body gave a tiny shudder, and he sighed, a sound that sent chills down Bakura's newly acquired spine.
"I told you," he whispered softly. Then he ran to the phone and called Yugi. He might know what to do. He left a message on the Hikari's phone and ran back to Ryou's still body. Kneeling next to him, he gently lifted his upper body onto his lap and held him tightly. "You're not dead," he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse from unshed tears.
If he knew one thing, it was that he could not cry.
Ryou wouldn't believe it, or want it. It would only make him nervous.
Slowly, Bakura began to make himself think that Ryou was still alive, that he had somehow ran into his soul room or something, and all Bakura could think was how his Hikari would respond to his living room being covered in blood.
~*~*~*~*~
I remember how Yugi found us, me holding you on the floor, and the way he had instantly ran back outside and threw up in the bushes. I didn't care. It took Jounouchi and Yami both to pry you out of my arms, and they laid you out on the floor, cleaning you off with a gentle rag. Somehow, the gash in your chest was gone, and only your torn shirt and the blood everywhere was evident to it ever being there. Yugi was hysterical, and Jounouchi kept demanding to know what had happened.
Yami was the only one who was quiet. The only one without tears on his face, other than me. He simply, silently cleaned you off and picked you up. Jounouchi held me back from him as he carried your still frame out of the house. I screamed at him, demanding that he bring you back, but he wouldn't listen.
He took you to the police station without me, telling them all he had found you at the side of the road. I was furious. How dare he say you were dead? It wasn't funny, and I told him that. That was when he gave me that look that I don't ever want to see again. Pity shone through his dark eyes. He pitied me for thinking you were still alive, that there was still a chance to save you somehow.
I have to find you; I'm so lonely all by myself, though I'll never admit it.
Something else that sickened me. They made me come to the police station to 'claim the body.' Your eyes were closed peacefully; you looked as much like an angel then as you did as the Change of Heart. I still haven't forgotten those days, when you were nothing more to me than a host, and I was a parasite, living off your energy and body. But that was a long time ago, a long time before three weeks ago.
And three weeks ago was eternity.
~*~*~*~*~
As Bakura sat brooding in his bedroom, Yugi, Anzu and Yami were standing outside his house on the front porch.
"How are we going to do this?" Asked Yami as the sun began to set.
"We have to be very gentle with him," warned Anzu. Yami Bakura had spent three weeks alone in his house. They didn't know if he had even eaten anything in that time, they hadn't seen him since he left the police station. He didn't come to any of Ryou's services, and he was missed by only those who knew him. The only thing any of them knew was that the dark boy was in denial.
"Should we really go through with this?" asked Yugi timidly.
"The only way Bakura is going to snap out of this is if he sees for himself that Ryou is gone. Its really terrible, but it's the truth, and he can't live like this anymore. He'll end up killing himself somehow, or starving, and that's not what Ryou would have wanted," said Yami, his strong voice almost cold at what they had to do. They would bring Bakura to visit Ryou's grave.
"Should we even do this?" asked Yugi, still doubtful. "We don't know how he will react. He might even lose it."
"If he hasn't already," added Anzu sympathetically, casting a sad glance up to the bedroom window as the last of the sun's rays glared off it.
"Bakura," called Yami, pounding on the door, after nobody answered after five minutes of knocking normally. "Bakura, open the door!"
"Yami, please," cautioned Yugi. "I really don't think he wants any visitors right now. Think of how you would feel if anything happened to me."
Yami's expression softened considerably at the thought, and he stopped his banging. Carefully, he tried to open the door, and was surprised to see that it was unlocked. He cast a glance to Yugi and Anzu, and stepped inside.
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[…Are you in suspense???? Do you like it so far, beloved readers? You know I love you, and if you love the story (or, you know.. me?) you'll review, especially if you want me to update next Friday! (Well, it's Thursday night right now, but…) I'll be posting all my updates over the next four Fridays, since they're already done and I don't want to post it all at once. It'll be something to look forward to. I'll even give you an (abridged bonus!) sneak peek for next week!]
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"Is this some kind of sick joke?!" he screamed, furious. Yami took a step back, bracing himself. But Bakura only looked back down. Yami could swear he saw something inside the thief break and crumble. Moments later he was on his knees next to the stone, his fingers on the inscription, as if trying to make himself read different words.
Yami backed away to let Bakura be alone. He didn't want to see this any more than Bakura wanted to be seen.
Bakura could feel his grip slipping. What he was hanging on to he didn't know, but he was about to lose it. "Ryou," he whispered softly, then more angrily, "Ryou!"
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