Ryou Bakura sat in his living room with his yami one night, thinking. It would soon be Father's Day and his father would be away. He was angry, and yet, the anger was so familiar that he barely noticed anymore. He felt it all the time. Bakura noticed his hikari's mood, and was worried.
"Ryou?" Ryou looked up.
"Yes Bakura?"
"Are you alright?"
"Of course Bakura, I'm fine."
"Alright then. I'm gonna go out with Malik. I'll be back later."
Bakura got up and went to the door and left to go to Malik's house. He had an uneasy feeling about leaving, but he pushed it away. Ryou was now left alone. It was Friday, and he had no homework, so there was nothing to do. Nothing but brood. His father had called the other night, and said that he had tried but wouldn't be able to come home. After Ryou got off the phone he had cried on Bakura's shoulder until he had fallen asleep. Bakura had carried him upstairs and put him in his bed. Ryou started thinking about all the times before his father had started traveling as much as he did and he used to take time with Ryou and his little sister.
Ryou remembered the day well when his little sister was born. He had been so excited as him and his father drove to the hospital to see his mother and new sibling. That night he and his father were at home, and Ryou fondly remembered that night as one of the best nights of his life. Ryou loved and adored his father above all else, especially now that he was the only family Ryou had left. "Why can't he ever be home anymore? It seems like he doesn't care anymore, so you know what? Neither do I."
Ryou was determined now, and he wore a blank expression on his face. He went to the kitchen and got the sharpest knife he could find. He sat right there in the kitchen and made a deep cut in his right arm. The crimson flowed all over the floor, but Ryou didn't care. He thought he heard someone come in the door, but he shrugged it off. "It's probably just Bakura." He thought as he made a deeper cut, a fatal cut. The blood poured now, and Ryou dropped the knife. He was getting dizzy now, and his vision was blurring. He could hear someone call his name, but it sounded so far away... it was his father! No...he did come after all.
His father ran over and held Ryou in his arms, weeping. "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry my son." He kept repeating this over and over. Ryou's eyes fluttered open for a split second and his eyes met his father's. His father's eyes were filled with pain and also what Ryou had missed seeing for so long... love. He suddenly felt guilty for what he had done and tried to apologize, but he was only moving his lips, no sound could come out. Ryou felt so weak, he could no longer hold his eyes open. As he felt his life slip away, all he could think was, "I'm sorry dad, I love you. Please forgive me." His father sat there in the kitchen floor, his son's blood all around him, and wept.
When Bakura returned several hours later, Ryou's father was in the same position, not crying anymore because he had no tears left. He also didn't cry at the funeral, it was like something died within him and he could no longer weep. All he could feel was anger, and worst of all, guilt. He no longer felt he could live with all the pain so the night after the funeral, he also committed suicide to rejoin his precious, innocent son that he had never had time for.
The End
A/N: Please review! (And I do not own Yugioh)
"Ryou?" Ryou looked up.
"Yes Bakura?"
"Are you alright?"
"Of course Bakura, I'm fine."
"Alright then. I'm gonna go out with Malik. I'll be back later."
Bakura got up and went to the door and left to go to Malik's house. He had an uneasy feeling about leaving, but he pushed it away. Ryou was now left alone. It was Friday, and he had no homework, so there was nothing to do. Nothing but brood. His father had called the other night, and said that he had tried but wouldn't be able to come home. After Ryou got off the phone he had cried on Bakura's shoulder until he had fallen asleep. Bakura had carried him upstairs and put him in his bed. Ryou started thinking about all the times before his father had started traveling as much as he did and he used to take time with Ryou and his little sister.
Ryou remembered the day well when his little sister was born. He had been so excited as him and his father drove to the hospital to see his mother and new sibling. That night he and his father were at home, and Ryou fondly remembered that night as one of the best nights of his life. Ryou loved and adored his father above all else, especially now that he was the only family Ryou had left. "Why can't he ever be home anymore? It seems like he doesn't care anymore, so you know what? Neither do I."
Ryou was determined now, and he wore a blank expression on his face. He went to the kitchen and got the sharpest knife he could find. He sat right there in the kitchen and made a deep cut in his right arm. The crimson flowed all over the floor, but Ryou didn't care. He thought he heard someone come in the door, but he shrugged it off. "It's probably just Bakura." He thought as he made a deeper cut, a fatal cut. The blood poured now, and Ryou dropped the knife. He was getting dizzy now, and his vision was blurring. He could hear someone call his name, but it sounded so far away... it was his father! No...he did come after all.
His father ran over and held Ryou in his arms, weeping. "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry my son." He kept repeating this over and over. Ryou's eyes fluttered open for a split second and his eyes met his father's. His father's eyes were filled with pain and also what Ryou had missed seeing for so long... love. He suddenly felt guilty for what he had done and tried to apologize, but he was only moving his lips, no sound could come out. Ryou felt so weak, he could no longer hold his eyes open. As he felt his life slip away, all he could think was, "I'm sorry dad, I love you. Please forgive me." His father sat there in the kitchen floor, his son's blood all around him, and wept.
When Bakura returned several hours later, Ryou's father was in the same position, not crying anymore because he had no tears left. He also didn't cry at the funeral, it was like something died within him and he could no longer weep. All he could feel was anger, and worst of all, guilt. He no longer felt he could live with all the pain so the night after the funeral, he also committed suicide to rejoin his precious, innocent son that he had never had time for.
The End
A/N: Please review! (And I do not own Yugioh)