I want to thank all of my reviewers. You are the sole reason why I
continued so long with this story. Originally, it was supposed to be only a
few chapters but you all inspired me to write more (and I'm still sorry
that I made you confused!). But due to my inspiration and your reviews, I
got the most reviews for one story that I had ever gotten!
Thank you and I hope you enjoy all my future stories. Dedicated to all my faithful reviewers. Particularly 'Tha girl that likes Darren hayes' (I still love Savage Garden! Right now I'm listening to their Orange c.d. ) and 'Ril'.
I must give credit to cloud-1-3-5. Some of this chapter was inspired by his story, "Forever Dreaming of What Might Be."
Oh, and be happy... originally I was going to draw this out through three chapters, but I smushed it into this one just because I knew it would be suicidal if I did.
The Japanese song that comes later in this chapter is called 'Ai no Uta,' or the English version, 'Song of Love.' Sorry, but I don't know the English translation or I would put it! Read, enjoy, review and domo arigatou
Chapter Fourteen
"Time, only time,
Could never take me away from you.
And why should it try?"
As Bakura finished singing the first verse of one song called "The Dreams of Candlelight," he broke down into silent tears for his fallen Ryou.
As Yami and Yugi looked on to Bakura, sorrow filled their hearts for their friends.
One year.
It had been a whole year since the hikari had been stabbed, and – somehow – Bakura had found a way to survive.
After the man had stabbed Ryou, all hell had let loose. Ryou had woken and gasped, his eyes going wide, clutching his chest in pain. Bakura was pissed as he ran forward, dragging Malik over to where the man was and Bakura punched the man and Malik with alternate hands repeatedly.
Baz had ran over to Ryou and softly kissed him, saying that Baz loved him and that he was sorry over and over again for everything wrong he had ever done to Ryou. After a minute, Ryou was merely sobbing as he hung his head, gasping every now and then for air.
As Baz and Bakura walked home, the car being forgotten, tears flowed down Bakura's cheeks. The thoughts of what Bakura had done to him... "Ryou..."
Yugi and Yami watched the two from a distance. "Poor Bakura-chan," Yugi sighed. "They only had about four or five days together..."
When Baz and Bakura arrived home, they just decided to sleep while they grieved over the death of the much-loved Ryou.
Dream sequence
SMACK!
Ryou groaned as he hit the wall. He didn't like what was happening. He never did. I was beating him again. Ryou tried with all he had to get his mind of the pain, but it was no good. I would just read his mind and shove the thoughts out of the hikari's head.
"Worthless." A kick to the ribs. "Pathetic." A punch to the face. "Why must you exist?"
Ryou looked up, tears threatening to spill. But if he cried, he knew it would give me pleasure. He mustn't cry. "If you hate me so much, why don't you just kill me?" 'I know it would be better than this,' Ryou thought to himself. 'Anything would be better than this.'
I just grinned. "And not let me have my fun? I think not."
Dream end
Bakura awoke suddenly, eyes wide, gasping and crying through breaths. His gasping awoke Baz, and the older held the albino, rubbing small circles in his back and saying words of comfort in his ear, slowly taking the boy in his arms and whispering, "Would you like to sleep now?"
Bakura nodded slightly, hoping with all his might that those horrible memories wouldn't haunt his dreams again.
--
As the morning came to the two, dried tearstains on their cheeks, Bakura turned and hugged Baz. "T-Thank you for being here."
--
{{The hour is drawing closer,
Though no man knows the day.
When he'll come in all his glory.
And we'll meet him face to face}}
--
As Bakura and Baz somehow made it down the stairs and started breakfast, they held their composure as well as possible.
Jumping slightly when someone quietly knocked on the door, Bakura stood up and went to answer it.
He was surprised, but at the same time not to see who was on the other side.
"Malik... what do you want...?"
Malik, alone, held up his hands in defense. "I was only wondering if there was some way I could... help."
Bakura shook his head back and forth furiously, tears beginning to flow. "No... you've helped enough already, don't you think?"
Jumping slightly when Marik appeared behind Malik, Bakura looked fiercely into the eyes of the yami. "Marik. You are not going to scare me into letting you... 'help'. Knowing you, you'd probably make the case worse."
Bakura stopped abruptly when he saw the look in the Millenium Rod spirit's eyes. He looked like he truly had sympathy for Bakura and Baz.
Bakura, who understood that they really wanted to help, stepped aside to let them into his home... and heart. Once he was inside, Malik and Marik turned to see the true Bakura.
Bakura was already sitting in the middle of the couch with Baz, sitting by the dark haired boy. He was trying not to cry by not blinking, but you could see the tears start the gather and then roll down his cheeks on their own.
Malik fumbled once he had sat down on the couch. Marik stayed by the door.
"Um," the blonde hikari began, "we brought you a present."
Bakura looked up long enough to see Malik set a thin object on his lap. Slowly unwrapping it, and seeing it was a c.d., he looked up to Malik questioningly.
"It's a c.d. of the all the songs you sang Ryou, all those times at the nightclub. We thought you might like them," Malik choked out.
Bakura slowly reached forward and gently put his arms around Malik. "Domo arigatou," he whispered into the Egyptian's ear.
Embracing the other for a quick moment and then pulling away, Malik stood up. "We were actually going to the nightclub right now," he pointed out. "You want to come with us?"
Bakura nodded. "I think it would be good for us, don't you think?"
--
As the four made themselves into the cool atmosphere of the back of the nightclub, they heard someone singing but didn't look up to see up who it was.
"Kono chi ni chikara o
No ni hana o
Kokoro ni ai o..."
Sniffing slightly, Bakura thought, 'This singer is pretty good. I wonder who they are...'
Looking up, Bakura was disappointed to see the singer shrouded in darkness. 'Ah, well...'
"...Nee kono mimi o oshiatete kikoeta inochi no zawameki
Sou oboeteru atatakana kodou ni tsutsumareteta koto..."
Bakura looked up again, recognizing the voice. 'But it can't be him...'
The other three turned their heads in wonder when they heard Bakura scoot his chair back and slowly stand up. "Something wrong, Bakura?"
Bakura shook his head back and forth and shook a dismissive hand back and forth, slowly heading to the front of the room in amazement.
"...Dare ka no koe mo, dare ka no kizu mo, kikoenai furi o suru
Sonna minikui kao ni damasarenaide
Ima sugu ni ai ni ikite..."
By now Bakura was walking rapidly, running up the tens of stairs to where the person was standing.
Finally reaching the person, Bakura took one look and fell back down the stairs, not even flinching when he went down. "Iie... it can't be..."
The figure sang on.
"...Kono yo ni umarete
Anata no me ni
Nani o utsushite
Ima kono chi ni chikara o
No ni hana o
Kokoro ni ai o..."
Malik and Marik slowly walked forward, eyes wide, and they starting to recognize the voice too.
"It can't be..."
The figure stopped singing for a moment and merely looked at the three.
"But it is..."
The figure laughed softly again, not a bit of harshness in his voice that had once been there.
The man in shadows slowly stepped forward, shining the light on his hair and head.
Malik crept forward, reaching his hand out to touch the figure.
He gasped and jumped back when the boy reached out and touched the blonde's hand with his own, the warmth radiating off of it and onto his own.
The figure took another step, so you could see the whole of him. He was alive. He wasn't dead – well, it didn't seem that he was. He had light emitting from his face like when he had been alive... but when he had died, there had been a gray-ish tint that stuck on his skin like white on rice. His hair had been the same, but now... it was like something had just breathed life into him.
Bakura still stared, dumbfounded at the boy's presence. "Ryou..."
The shape nodded, a smile placed on his lips. "That's right, Bakura... I'm really back."
It took a moment for the truth to soak in. But when it did, Bakura ran forward and latched his arms around the hikari enough for the shorter to be lifted off the ground a little, mixed tears of happiness and fury rolling down Bakura's cheeks. "It's really you..."
Ryou hugged and nuzzled the man back, not even caring that he was in a vice- like grip. "I'm back, yami, it's really me..."
Bakura let go of Ryou enough for the hikari to be set on the ground, and kneeled in front of Ryou. With a small giggle, Ryou leaned down enough so they were at eye level. "I won't leave you, 'Kura... not ever again," in a whisper and he closed the gap with a kiss.
--
NOTE: If you want to hear the song "Ai no Uta", watch either the first or the second Inuyasha movie. I'm pretty sure that it's in the second, but don't quote me on it.
And there it is! The complete story of Break me, Shake me!! Thank you for reading and please review!! And now to work on all my other fan fictions... XX
Thank you and I hope you enjoy all my future stories. Dedicated to all my faithful reviewers. Particularly 'Tha girl that likes Darren hayes' (I still love Savage Garden! Right now I'm listening to their Orange c.d. ) and 'Ril'.
I must give credit to cloud-1-3-5. Some of this chapter was inspired by his story, "Forever Dreaming of What Might Be."
Oh, and be happy... originally I was going to draw this out through three chapters, but I smushed it into this one just because I knew it would be suicidal if I did.
The Japanese song that comes later in this chapter is called 'Ai no Uta,' or the English version, 'Song of Love.' Sorry, but I don't know the English translation or I would put it! Read, enjoy, review and domo arigatou
Chapter Fourteen
"Time, only time,
Could never take me away from you.
And why should it try?"
As Bakura finished singing the first verse of one song called "The Dreams of Candlelight," he broke down into silent tears for his fallen Ryou.
As Yami and Yugi looked on to Bakura, sorrow filled their hearts for their friends.
One year.
It had been a whole year since the hikari had been stabbed, and – somehow – Bakura had found a way to survive.
After the man had stabbed Ryou, all hell had let loose. Ryou had woken and gasped, his eyes going wide, clutching his chest in pain. Bakura was pissed as he ran forward, dragging Malik over to where the man was and Bakura punched the man and Malik with alternate hands repeatedly.
Baz had ran over to Ryou and softly kissed him, saying that Baz loved him and that he was sorry over and over again for everything wrong he had ever done to Ryou. After a minute, Ryou was merely sobbing as he hung his head, gasping every now and then for air.
As Baz and Bakura walked home, the car being forgotten, tears flowed down Bakura's cheeks. The thoughts of what Bakura had done to him... "Ryou..."
Yugi and Yami watched the two from a distance. "Poor Bakura-chan," Yugi sighed. "They only had about four or five days together..."
When Baz and Bakura arrived home, they just decided to sleep while they grieved over the death of the much-loved Ryou.
Dream sequence
SMACK!
Ryou groaned as he hit the wall. He didn't like what was happening. He never did. I was beating him again. Ryou tried with all he had to get his mind of the pain, but it was no good. I would just read his mind and shove the thoughts out of the hikari's head.
"Worthless." A kick to the ribs. "Pathetic." A punch to the face. "Why must you exist?"
Ryou looked up, tears threatening to spill. But if he cried, he knew it would give me pleasure. He mustn't cry. "If you hate me so much, why don't you just kill me?" 'I know it would be better than this,' Ryou thought to himself. 'Anything would be better than this.'
I just grinned. "And not let me have my fun? I think not."
Dream end
Bakura awoke suddenly, eyes wide, gasping and crying through breaths. His gasping awoke Baz, and the older held the albino, rubbing small circles in his back and saying words of comfort in his ear, slowly taking the boy in his arms and whispering, "Would you like to sleep now?"
Bakura nodded slightly, hoping with all his might that those horrible memories wouldn't haunt his dreams again.
--
As the morning came to the two, dried tearstains on their cheeks, Bakura turned and hugged Baz. "T-Thank you for being here."
--
{{The hour is drawing closer,
Though no man knows the day.
When he'll come in all his glory.
And we'll meet him face to face}}
--
As Bakura and Baz somehow made it down the stairs and started breakfast, they held their composure as well as possible.
Jumping slightly when someone quietly knocked on the door, Bakura stood up and went to answer it.
He was surprised, but at the same time not to see who was on the other side.
"Malik... what do you want...?"
Malik, alone, held up his hands in defense. "I was only wondering if there was some way I could... help."
Bakura shook his head back and forth furiously, tears beginning to flow. "No... you've helped enough already, don't you think?"
Jumping slightly when Marik appeared behind Malik, Bakura looked fiercely into the eyes of the yami. "Marik. You are not going to scare me into letting you... 'help'. Knowing you, you'd probably make the case worse."
Bakura stopped abruptly when he saw the look in the Millenium Rod spirit's eyes. He looked like he truly had sympathy for Bakura and Baz.
Bakura, who understood that they really wanted to help, stepped aside to let them into his home... and heart. Once he was inside, Malik and Marik turned to see the true Bakura.
Bakura was already sitting in the middle of the couch with Baz, sitting by the dark haired boy. He was trying not to cry by not blinking, but you could see the tears start the gather and then roll down his cheeks on their own.
Malik fumbled once he had sat down on the couch. Marik stayed by the door.
"Um," the blonde hikari began, "we brought you a present."
Bakura looked up long enough to see Malik set a thin object on his lap. Slowly unwrapping it, and seeing it was a c.d., he looked up to Malik questioningly.
"It's a c.d. of the all the songs you sang Ryou, all those times at the nightclub. We thought you might like them," Malik choked out.
Bakura slowly reached forward and gently put his arms around Malik. "Domo arigatou," he whispered into the Egyptian's ear.
Embracing the other for a quick moment and then pulling away, Malik stood up. "We were actually going to the nightclub right now," he pointed out. "You want to come with us?"
Bakura nodded. "I think it would be good for us, don't you think?"
--
As the four made themselves into the cool atmosphere of the back of the nightclub, they heard someone singing but didn't look up to see up who it was.
"Kono chi ni chikara o
No ni hana o
Kokoro ni ai o..."
Sniffing slightly, Bakura thought, 'This singer is pretty good. I wonder who they are...'
Looking up, Bakura was disappointed to see the singer shrouded in darkness. 'Ah, well...'
"...Nee kono mimi o oshiatete kikoeta inochi no zawameki
Sou oboeteru atatakana kodou ni tsutsumareteta koto..."
Bakura looked up again, recognizing the voice. 'But it can't be him...'
The other three turned their heads in wonder when they heard Bakura scoot his chair back and slowly stand up. "Something wrong, Bakura?"
Bakura shook his head back and forth and shook a dismissive hand back and forth, slowly heading to the front of the room in amazement.
"...Dare ka no koe mo, dare ka no kizu mo, kikoenai furi o suru
Sonna minikui kao ni damasarenaide
Ima sugu ni ai ni ikite..."
By now Bakura was walking rapidly, running up the tens of stairs to where the person was standing.
Finally reaching the person, Bakura took one look and fell back down the stairs, not even flinching when he went down. "Iie... it can't be..."
The figure sang on.
"...Kono yo ni umarete
Anata no me ni
Nani o utsushite
Ima kono chi ni chikara o
No ni hana o
Kokoro ni ai o..."
Malik and Marik slowly walked forward, eyes wide, and they starting to recognize the voice too.
"It can't be..."
The figure stopped singing for a moment and merely looked at the three.
"But it is..."
The figure laughed softly again, not a bit of harshness in his voice that had once been there.
The man in shadows slowly stepped forward, shining the light on his hair and head.
Malik crept forward, reaching his hand out to touch the figure.
He gasped and jumped back when the boy reached out and touched the blonde's hand with his own, the warmth radiating off of it and onto his own.
The figure took another step, so you could see the whole of him. He was alive. He wasn't dead – well, it didn't seem that he was. He had light emitting from his face like when he had been alive... but when he had died, there had been a gray-ish tint that stuck on his skin like white on rice. His hair had been the same, but now... it was like something had just breathed life into him.
Bakura still stared, dumbfounded at the boy's presence. "Ryou..."
The shape nodded, a smile placed on his lips. "That's right, Bakura... I'm really back."
It took a moment for the truth to soak in. But when it did, Bakura ran forward and latched his arms around the hikari enough for the shorter to be lifted off the ground a little, mixed tears of happiness and fury rolling down Bakura's cheeks. "It's really you..."
Ryou hugged and nuzzled the man back, not even caring that he was in a vice- like grip. "I'm back, yami, it's really me..."
Bakura let go of Ryou enough for the hikari to be set on the ground, and kneeled in front of Ryou. With a small giggle, Ryou leaned down enough so they were at eye level. "I won't leave you, 'Kura... not ever again," in a whisper and he closed the gap with a kiss.
--
NOTE: If you want to hear the song "Ai no Uta", watch either the first or the second Inuyasha movie. I'm pretty sure that it's in the second, but don't quote me on it.
And there it is! The complete story of Break me, Shake me!! Thank you for reading and please review!! And now to work on all my other fan fictions... XX