Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh, nope. The song 'Everytime' by Britney Spears, nope.
Aiya! I'm so, SO sorry that this took so long! Everytime I went to write this, I drew a blank! So this just kinda got written as I went along. . . . and my mind has made me manipulate the plot yet again! Even -I'm- not sure what exactly is going on! It's so short and OOC and crappy too! cries ;; Also, if the italics are weird, I'm sorry, because I still don't know how to do them correctly.
Thank you so much to all who reviewed, and I really am sorry! If the next chapter takes this long. . . um. . . I don't know what I'll do, but I swear I'll try harder to write faster! Celes, I've given what you said some thought, and I think I -will- use it! Thanks for the idea!
Only three chapters to go after this, mostly just because I need to finish the poem that the chapter titles are creating. I don't know why I added song lyrics to this one, but it really adds to the mood. . . . I think.
Update on the best friend situation, for anyone who cares: I couldn't write this story very well because my heart was just. . . . empty. She finally betrayed my trust again and told the guy I liked him. Then I don't think he believed her, so I told him myself. He said, "Oh." and then launched into this speech about how he's really liked my best friend since October, and he asked me how to get her. My heart was just. . . . zapped. I know this probably sounds really lame, and I know a lot of people have problems a lot worse than this, but right now I just feel incredibly lonely and void. Not to mention the guy who was supposed to "like" me ended up liking my other friend better anyway. It's just kind of. . . . depressing, you know? ::sigh:: So anyway. . . .
Please read and review.
Chapter 5: Damn you, now just leave me here
# Come notice me
and take my hand #
Ryou gingerly lay back down and tried to inhale the last of Bakura's scent. Silence flooded throughout the room, suffocating him.
"Bakura. . . . what did I do?" He whispered weakly into the pillows. A tear slipped down his cheek.
# So I guess we
are strangers then #
Yami. . . . I give up. . . .
How can I love you. . . . when. . . . you're a lie?
Your entire being. . . . darkness.
Shadow.
Nonexistent.
Only real. . . . to torture me.
# Our love, not strong
go carry on without me #
Ryou pressed his shoulder wound lightly, clenching his teeth when it stung and blood wet his fingertips. More tears welled up.
. . . . . I can't go on like this. . . . . .
# Everytime I try to fly
I fall #
I let myself be used, abused, anything just to be with you. . . .
/Ryou. . . ./
And all for what?
. . . . . Nothing. . . . . . . . . . . . I am nothing. . . . . .
# Without my wings
I feel so small #
And it hurts.
# I guess I need you, baby #
Ryou gingerly stood up from the bed, his groin region aching terribly, and stumbled out of the room, dragging his boxers and a blanket with him.
Once in the hallway, he tripped over his feet and stumbled into the bathroom, falling and cracking his head on the bathtub.
"ITAI!" the hikari yelped, pushing himself away angrily and collapsing onto the linoleum floor, sobbing. Bakura's face swam in front of his closed eyelids, laughing cruelly.
# And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me #
"N-no. . . . please. . . ." Ryou clutched his blood-crusted hair desperately. "Stay out of my head!" The illusion-Bakura snorted and looked away.
'I thought you loved me, my light,' he breathed, glancing up at the other sadly through his lashes before dissolving away.
Ryou gave a strangled cry.
"B-but yami! I do!--I did!--I--!"
# I guess I need you baby #
Emotions overwhelmed the poor boy and he fled downstairs, blanket still trailing behind him. His injuries did not allow him to get far before he fell again however, this time headfirst into the couch, where he curled up into a ball and cried his heart out.
"Why can't you love me?!" the young albino screamed. "Why?! Answer me, -master-!"
# I make believe
that you are here #
/Ryou. . . . shh, now. . . ./
The hikari froze, jerking his head up from his arms.
"Who's there?" he asked shakily, eyes narrowing. That voice. . . . it had come across a mind link. . . .
But it wasn't Bakura.
/No need to be afraid. . . ./
Ryou suddenly felt a tug in his heart, coming from upstairs again. Without a word, he pulled one of Bakura's spare daggers out of the cushions underneath him and headed back to the second floor, clutching it nervously in his hand.
Intruder.
# It's the only way
I see clear #
He clumsily wiped the tears out of his eyes with an uncut palm, and creaked open the door to the room that still smelled of rape, raising the knife.
There was no one there.
The confused light inspected his surroundings thoroughly, but still came up empty. He sat wearily on the bed, pressing a hand to his forehead.
"And now I'm going insane. . . . gods, Bakura. . . ."
# What have you done?
I'll never move on easy #
Ryou's deeply saddened gaze fell upon the knife he was holding. It was nothing special, just an ordinary blade, it's hilt wrapped with leather.
Nothing special.
How appropriate.
"If no one cares. . . . then why. . . . why shouldn't I. . . .?" Ryou mused to himself bitterly, running his fingers over it experimentally, not flinching when a thin red line was traced.
# Everytime I try to fly
I fall #
Bakura. . . . would you notice? If I was gone. . . . would you care?
Probably not.
# Without my wings
I feel so small #
The distressed light drew the dagger across his palm again, this time cutting in deeper. Red liquid oozed to the surface and spilled over onto the sheets, next to the dried remnants of his previously spilt blood.
Fascinatedly, Ryou watched it drip. . . . drip. . . . drip. . . .
# I guess I need you, baby #
His breathing harshened, and his eyes became wet. Almost as if in a trance, he raised the blade to his throat. The hikari's tears escaped as he imagined Bakura in front of him, holding it there.
About to kill him, but all the while whispering soft words of love.
# And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me #
Ryou cried.
He cried and cried and cried, salty water mixing with red blood and making it seep further into the bed.
Everything. . . . it was all. . . . nothing. . . .
Only in his dreams was he ever worth anything. . . .
# I guess I need you baby #
()()()Ryou snuggled into the amazing warmth of his yami's strong arms wrapped around him.
"Bakura. . . ." he breathed, burrowing his head in the other's shoulder. "Please. . . ."
"Oh, Ryou. . . ." the dark side whispered huskily, kissing his cheek. "My love, my soul. . . ."()()()
# I may have made it rain #
Who am I kidding?
Another tear slipped down Ryou's cheek.
Love is only for fairy tales. Nothing that cliché could ever actually happen. . . . especially not with Bakura.
My master.
# Please forgive me #
The world was swimming underwater through the hikari's vision, and his hand was shaking so badly that he could not cut himself properly.
"Why?!" he screamed anguishedly. "Why can't I ever control -anything-?! I can't even kill myself! Why do I have to be so -useless-?!"
# My weakness caused you pain #
The Millennium Ring flashed angrily again.
/Ryou. . . ./
The called for boy whirled around wildly, once again out of control.
"WHAT?!" he roared. "ARE YOU HERE TO MAKE ME SUFFER, TOO?!"
/No, Ryou. . . . I would never do that. . . ./ He felt himself being tugged to it once again and lashed out furiously, knocking it to the floor.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
The light side grabbed the Ring and hurled it out his window, where it hit the street pavement with a clang and another flash of red light.
Ryou fainted.
# And this song is my sorry #
================================================
Bakura's throat clenched shut, hard. He abruptly fell to his knees and skidded to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, desperately clutching his neck while he choked on nothing. Light was flashing before his eyes; pictures, images; sounds ghosted around his ears.
# At night I pray #
()()()"M-my name's Ryou. . . ."
"Bakura, will you protect me?. . . ."
"Always and forever, yami. . . . ."
"'Kura, I think might really LIKE like someone. . . ."
"Wait, what are you doing?. . . ."
". . . Please stop it, that hurts!. . . ."
"Master, why?. . . ."
"I hate you, Bakura. . . ."
"That's what you get for displeasing your master--PAIN!. . . ."
"Time for your punishment, my -love-!. . . ."()()()
# That soon your face will fade away #
After a few minutes the gagging let up and was replaced by spastic coughing. Sweat rolled down Bakura's brow as blood escaped his raw lungs.
"Ra, Ryou, what -happened- to you?!" he gasped furiously, collapsed on the ground.
# Everytime I try to fly I fall #
/Why would -you- care?/
The yami's head snapped upward and his eyes widened disbelievingly at the soft hiss. "You. . . ." he breathed.
/That's right. Me./
"TRAITOR!" Bakura snarled at the thin air. "I killed you!"
/Did you, now?/
# Without my wings
I feel so small #
"Stay -away- from my hikari," the low growl came.
/Your sex toy, you mean?/ the voice snapped. /Don't be a fool. You both belong to me, and me alone. . . . Remember that./
# I guess I need you, baby #
Bakura's head was pounding, throbbing insanely. He hauled his body up off the asphalt, and turned to head straight back where he had come from only hours before. Straight back to the boy he'd forced his passion upon.
# And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me #
Bakura clenched his teeth, fighting back the feelings inside him. He hated Ryou so much that he didn't even know what he felt for him anymore.
If that insanity hadn't flashed through him aboard Battle Ship, this wouldn't even be happening! If only he hadn't let his guard down, -that- wouldn't have escaped!
If only he hadn't switched places, Ryou would be. . . . dead. . . .
. . . .Why didn't he like that feeling?
# I guess I need you, baby. . . .
after all #
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tbc?
Again, I apologize for it not being as good as the others were so far.
OK guys, I'm taking a poll on an issue that's got me divided. I'm sure you all know about the dispute over gay marriages, right? Well, I'm not sure which side to take because of all the pressure that's coming from different places in my life, so if you have a comment about it one way or the other, please tell me.
Aiya! I'm so, SO sorry that this took so long! Everytime I went to write this, I drew a blank! So this just kinda got written as I went along. . . . and my mind has made me manipulate the plot yet again! Even -I'm- not sure what exactly is going on! It's so short and OOC and crappy too! cries ;; Also, if the italics are weird, I'm sorry, because I still don't know how to do them correctly.
Thank you so much to all who reviewed, and I really am sorry! If the next chapter takes this long. . . um. . . I don't know what I'll do, but I swear I'll try harder to write faster! Celes, I've given what you said some thought, and I think I -will- use it! Thanks for the idea!
Only three chapters to go after this, mostly just because I need to finish the poem that the chapter titles are creating. I don't know why I added song lyrics to this one, but it really adds to the mood. . . . I think.
Update on the best friend situation, for anyone who cares: I couldn't write this story very well because my heart was just. . . . empty. She finally betrayed my trust again and told the guy I liked him. Then I don't think he believed her, so I told him myself. He said, "Oh." and then launched into this speech about how he's really liked my best friend since October, and he asked me how to get her. My heart was just. . . . zapped. I know this probably sounds really lame, and I know a lot of people have problems a lot worse than this, but right now I just feel incredibly lonely and void. Not to mention the guy who was supposed to "like" me ended up liking my other friend better anyway. It's just kind of. . . . depressing, you know? ::sigh:: So anyway. . . .
Please read and review.
Chapter 5: Damn you, now just leave me here
# Come notice me
and take my hand #
Ryou gingerly lay back down and tried to inhale the last of Bakura's scent. Silence flooded throughout the room, suffocating him.
"Bakura. . . . what did I do?" He whispered weakly into the pillows. A tear slipped down his cheek.
# So I guess we
are strangers then #
Yami. . . . I give up. . . .
How can I love you. . . . when. . . . you're a lie?
Your entire being. . . . darkness.
Shadow.
Nonexistent.
Only real. . . . to torture me.
# Our love, not strong
go carry on without me #
Ryou pressed his shoulder wound lightly, clenching his teeth when it stung and blood wet his fingertips. More tears welled up.
. . . . . I can't go on like this. . . . . .
# Everytime I try to fly
I fall #
I let myself be used, abused, anything just to be with you. . . .
/Ryou. . . ./
And all for what?
. . . . . Nothing. . . . . . . . . . . . I am nothing. . . . . .
# Without my wings
I feel so small #
And it hurts.
# I guess I need you, baby #
Ryou gingerly stood up from the bed, his groin region aching terribly, and stumbled out of the room, dragging his boxers and a blanket with him.
Once in the hallway, he tripped over his feet and stumbled into the bathroom, falling and cracking his head on the bathtub.
"ITAI!" the hikari yelped, pushing himself away angrily and collapsing onto the linoleum floor, sobbing. Bakura's face swam in front of his closed eyelids, laughing cruelly.
# And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me #
"N-no. . . . please. . . ." Ryou clutched his blood-crusted hair desperately. "Stay out of my head!" The illusion-Bakura snorted and looked away.
'I thought you loved me, my light,' he breathed, glancing up at the other sadly through his lashes before dissolving away.
Ryou gave a strangled cry.
"B-but yami! I do!--I did!--I--!"
# I guess I need you baby #
Emotions overwhelmed the poor boy and he fled downstairs, blanket still trailing behind him. His injuries did not allow him to get far before he fell again however, this time headfirst into the couch, where he curled up into a ball and cried his heart out.
"Why can't you love me?!" the young albino screamed. "Why?! Answer me, -master-!"
# I make believe
that you are here #
/Ryou. . . . shh, now. . . ./
The hikari froze, jerking his head up from his arms.
"Who's there?" he asked shakily, eyes narrowing. That voice. . . . it had come across a mind link. . . .
But it wasn't Bakura.
/No need to be afraid. . . ./
Ryou suddenly felt a tug in his heart, coming from upstairs again. Without a word, he pulled one of Bakura's spare daggers out of the cushions underneath him and headed back to the second floor, clutching it nervously in his hand.
Intruder.
# It's the only way
I see clear #
He clumsily wiped the tears out of his eyes with an uncut palm, and creaked open the door to the room that still smelled of rape, raising the knife.
There was no one there.
The confused light inspected his surroundings thoroughly, but still came up empty. He sat wearily on the bed, pressing a hand to his forehead.
"And now I'm going insane. . . . gods, Bakura. . . ."
# What have you done?
I'll never move on easy #
Ryou's deeply saddened gaze fell upon the knife he was holding. It was nothing special, just an ordinary blade, it's hilt wrapped with leather.
Nothing special.
How appropriate.
"If no one cares. . . . then why. . . . why shouldn't I. . . .?" Ryou mused to himself bitterly, running his fingers over it experimentally, not flinching when a thin red line was traced.
# Everytime I try to fly
I fall #
Bakura. . . . would you notice? If I was gone. . . . would you care?
Probably not.
# Without my wings
I feel so small #
The distressed light drew the dagger across his palm again, this time cutting in deeper. Red liquid oozed to the surface and spilled over onto the sheets, next to the dried remnants of his previously spilt blood.
Fascinatedly, Ryou watched it drip. . . . drip. . . . drip. . . .
# I guess I need you, baby #
His breathing harshened, and his eyes became wet. Almost as if in a trance, he raised the blade to his throat. The hikari's tears escaped as he imagined Bakura in front of him, holding it there.
About to kill him, but all the while whispering soft words of love.
# And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me #
Ryou cried.
He cried and cried and cried, salty water mixing with red blood and making it seep further into the bed.
Everything. . . . it was all. . . . nothing. . . .
Only in his dreams was he ever worth anything. . . .
# I guess I need you baby #
()()()Ryou snuggled into the amazing warmth of his yami's strong arms wrapped around him.
"Bakura. . . ." he breathed, burrowing his head in the other's shoulder. "Please. . . ."
"Oh, Ryou. . . ." the dark side whispered huskily, kissing his cheek. "My love, my soul. . . ."()()()
# I may have made it rain #
Who am I kidding?
Another tear slipped down Ryou's cheek.
Love is only for fairy tales. Nothing that cliché could ever actually happen. . . . especially not with Bakura.
My master.
# Please forgive me #
The world was swimming underwater through the hikari's vision, and his hand was shaking so badly that he could not cut himself properly.
"Why?!" he screamed anguishedly. "Why can't I ever control -anything-?! I can't even kill myself! Why do I have to be so -useless-?!"
# My weakness caused you pain #
The Millennium Ring flashed angrily again.
/Ryou. . . ./
The called for boy whirled around wildly, once again out of control.
"WHAT?!" he roared. "ARE YOU HERE TO MAKE ME SUFFER, TOO?!"
/No, Ryou. . . . I would never do that. . . ./ He felt himself being tugged to it once again and lashed out furiously, knocking it to the floor.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
The light side grabbed the Ring and hurled it out his window, where it hit the street pavement with a clang and another flash of red light.
Ryou fainted.
# And this song is my sorry #
================================================
Bakura's throat clenched shut, hard. He abruptly fell to his knees and skidded to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, desperately clutching his neck while he choked on nothing. Light was flashing before his eyes; pictures, images; sounds ghosted around his ears.
# At night I pray #
()()()"M-my name's Ryou. . . ."
"Bakura, will you protect me?. . . ."
"Always and forever, yami. . . . ."
"'Kura, I think might really LIKE like someone. . . ."
"Wait, what are you doing?. . . ."
". . . Please stop it, that hurts!. . . ."
"Master, why?. . . ."
"I hate you, Bakura. . . ."
"That's what you get for displeasing your master--PAIN!. . . ."
"Time for your punishment, my -love-!. . . ."()()()
# That soon your face will fade away #
After a few minutes the gagging let up and was replaced by spastic coughing. Sweat rolled down Bakura's brow as blood escaped his raw lungs.
"Ra, Ryou, what -happened- to you?!" he gasped furiously, collapsed on the ground.
# Everytime I try to fly I fall #
/Why would -you- care?/
The yami's head snapped upward and his eyes widened disbelievingly at the soft hiss. "You. . . ." he breathed.
/That's right. Me./
"TRAITOR!" Bakura snarled at the thin air. "I killed you!"
/Did you, now?/
# Without my wings
I feel so small #
"Stay -away- from my hikari," the low growl came.
/Your sex toy, you mean?/ the voice snapped. /Don't be a fool. You both belong to me, and me alone. . . . Remember that./
# I guess I need you, baby #
Bakura's head was pounding, throbbing insanely. He hauled his body up off the asphalt, and turned to head straight back where he had come from only hours before. Straight back to the boy he'd forced his passion upon.
# And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me #
Bakura clenched his teeth, fighting back the feelings inside him. He hated Ryou so much that he didn't even know what he felt for him anymore.
If that insanity hadn't flashed through him aboard Battle Ship, this wouldn't even be happening! If only he hadn't let his guard down, -that- wouldn't have escaped!
If only he hadn't switched places, Ryou would be. . . . dead. . . .
. . . .Why didn't he like that feeling?
# I guess I need you, baby. . . .
after all #
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tbc?
Again, I apologize for it not being as good as the others were so far.
OK guys, I'm taking a poll on an issue that's got me divided. I'm sure you all know about the dispute over gay marriages, right? Well, I'm not sure which side to take because of all the pressure that's coming from different places in my life, so if you have a comment about it one way or the other, please tell me.