Chapter 4 Brick Wall
(Ryou's POV)
It's all gone. Everything disappeared. Tears stung my eyes as I looked around. He even took the liberty of ripping out the carpets.
In a flash, I ran up the stairs, nothing clear in sight. The photos on the walls of my family were no more, and as I peered into the upstairs rooms, I noticed the wallpaper was even stripped off the walls. How could he do this!?! None of this was his! Nothing!
My room was just as empty as the rest of the house. I was pleased to know that my clothes laid at the bottom of my closet. What would he want with sweaters anyways? This happy bit of news was not enough, I'm afraid, to make me feel any better.
In my pile of sweaters, I cried. I sobbed myself silly until it was well past nightfall, and just when I thought nothing would ever go right again, the phone in the corner of my room was ringing.
Choking back my tears, I picked it up, sniffling slightly. If it was Bakura, I was going to cuss him out.
"Hello?" I said no louder than a whisper.
"Ryou! Oh my Ra, Ryou! Your house! I just heard!" Bless my tainted soul, it was Malik.
"Oh Malik! It's awful! Is he there? Tell that fucker I want my things back! He had NO right to take anything more than his clothes! Malik!" I curled up on the floor, ready to cry again, "He even stripped the wallpaper, and took my photos of Amane and Mother."
I heard a gasp on the other line, "NO! No he didn't!" Malik was more surprised than I thought he would be. He excused himself, and put down the phone. His voice ringing through the Ishtar's household.
"YAMI NO BAKURA! YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU TAKE RYOU'S FAMILY MEMORIES! YOU'RE DISGUSTING!"
I couldn't believe how supportive frail little Malik Ishtar was acting. I let myself smile a bit before he returned, huffing and puffing.
"Sorry about that. He didn't re- WELL YOU CAN GO TO FUCKIN' HEAVEN CUZ HELL JUST SOUNDS TOO GOOD FOR YOU!"
Through the phone, I heard my yami yelling back at Malik, and it was nothing very positive.
Eventually, Malik took the phone outside, and sat inside the moving truck with all my things, "Ra, Ryou. I'm so sorry, but I have an idea. I'll just sneak your things back over there. I promise everything will work out, okay? Who needs keys when my yami is as good a theif as yours?"
I gave a short and bittersweet laugh, "Thank you, Malik. I really appreciate this." and with that, I hung up the phone. Since there wasn't even a bar of soap in the house, I decided to go grocery shopping. Washing my face with cool water, I slipped my shoes back on, and headed out. I mean, what harm would shopping do?
God, was I so wrong.
"No! Stop it!" I found myself running from the store, completely forgetting where it was I wanted to run to.
He was chasing me. I knew that cold smirk was on his face. God, no one would help me! Why is this happening!?! There were so many things running through my mind.
Like every cliche, I ended up at a dead end. I found myself all the way on the east side of town, staring at a brick wall. Tear went down my face as I had whirled around, gasping for air. To my surprise, he was right in front of me.
"M-Marik... please don't come near me..." I found myself begging.
He chuckled darkly, "Dear Ryou..." he cupped my face with his hand, and licked his lips, "You have something I want."
My knees were beginning to give away. I was so tired, and so afraid. I whimpered softly, not even bothering to get away anymore, "Why?" I soon asked, "Why? You've taken everything else. It's just not fair..." I cried, punching Marik in the shoulder, "IT'S NOT FAIR!"
With another laugh, he rubbed his shoulder slightly, "Why?" he repeated, "Well, I really don't know why." he used his tongue to lick away from tears. I knew by his eyes that he enjoyed to see my pain, "I think, it's because I just want a little... payback. You, of all people, have taken quite an interest in my darling Bakura, and now, I just want to tell you that it's not going to happen. I don't think he appreciates you being our third wheel."
"What are you talking about?" I found myself gaining courage. It was now or never, "I'm not anyone's third wheel. If anything, you were the one who came and caused hell in OUR life together. YOU have no place in his heart."
"Ryou... I believe that by the end of tonight, you will be thinking another way." and just like that, he advanced onto me...
The brightest of all the lights in the world were on me, as I opened my eyes. With a groan, I rolled over, feeling every part of my body was dead weight. I came face to face with that damned brick wall. I didn't want to sit up. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to do anything, but lay there and die.
I would hear a car or two drive by. There were no birds chirping. I couldn't hear anyone walking by or laughter like I would near my home. The sun was out, but it still looked like it was going to rain. The alley I was in was damp and musty. I would see a spider climbing the brick wall every so often. I don't even know how long I laid there, the ground uncomfortable on my broken body. I think the only thing I knew, was that it was over. Everything I knew, was nothing.
After sometime, I found myself opening my eyes again. I had a sense of deja vu when that hideous wall came into veiw. I guess I had fallen asleep again. It was about time for me to get up, and find my clothes. Being naked in this enviorment was started to creep me out.
My body was cold, and all I started to cry again. What was I going to do? Was I going to run back to that empty house, to go take a million showers and still feel like I was the filthiest person on this planet? Was I then going to take the sharpest thing I could find, possibly glass from a broken window, and slice away everything I was to become? I guess that was what I planned on, because there was nothing else left for me to do.
The water was warm and heated up my numb body, but it didn't matter. As I scrubbed the dirt and grime away, did that matter? I was going to end it tonight. It didn't really make sense to clean up just when I'm going to dirty myself again.
One thought did come to mind though: Malik. Was he really going to bring back my things? I suppose that doesn't matter either. If I got them back, it wouldn't make me feel any better. I still wouldn't have anything to share it with.
Anyways, I dried off, and got into some fresh clothes, still feeling like a muck monster. It was time to seal the deal. I grabbed the telephone, it being the only thing heavy enough to do the job, and smashed the glass that made up my window. I was pleased to find a large shard of the glass by my feet. As I lifted the glass to my wrist, I realized there was still something else I had to do.
I searched the whole house, rummaging around for anything I can find to write with. Bakura did a rather amazing job when it came to emptying my house, but he did forget a black marker that had rolled under the kitchen cabinets.
I picked up the marker, running into the largest place in the house: my living room. There, I uncapped my writing utensil and began my story...
My POV
It took only one day for anyone to find Ryou Bakura. His body was frozen, and stained with dried blood. He laid in the middle of the living room, surrounded by four white walls. The said walls were now littered with little, but messy handwriting, confessing everything Ryou had become. It had taken Ryou seven hours, twenty three minutes, and fifty two seconds for him to write down every last word.
It was Yami no Bakura who had opened the front door, an apology speech echoing in his head for him to recite to his beloved. When he had spotted his love, dead beyond anything, he had collasped in the doorway, shocked by what he saw. He then crawled over to Ryou, holding him close for a mere minute or two, before reading the words on the wall, walking in circles until the very last sentence was read. It was then he noticed the floor was written on as well, only this time, it was a note, addressed to Bakura himself.
"Darling Bakura,
I will assume you have read the walls before reading the floor. Just so you know, I am not sorry. If anything, I am thrilled to be dead. There is nothing to be done now. I am unresponsible for anything. You're death will soon follow mine, and that only brings me more pleasure.
I have loved you, with all of my heart. You were everything I aspiried to be. Yet, you threw me away. You treated me as nothing. I only fed you, gave you a place to stay, helped you, comforted you, made love to you over and over again. I guess I should have tried harder to please you. I suppose I had no special place in your heart.
It honestly doesn't matter now. Nothing matters. For all I have learned is that you would never return. Even after you stole everything from me, and your lover had raped me in the slums of town. Nothing would be different. The only thing that would be lost, was me.
What was I going to do after all this happened? Huh? Help me out, because even now I don't know what I had going for myself. I lost every will to learn and grow. I had no one to grow WITH! I had nothing TO learn! My whole life's lesson was done in less than a week! After all of this, I have made one giant conclusion: I was all wrong.
The teachers said I had a bright future, but look at me now! Go on! Look! I'm a lump of cold flesh on the floor! I am a bled over, pile of death waiting for some strangers to throw me six feet under! I am DEAD.
It was no one's fault but mine, but no one, especually you, has to worry. I have taken care of the problem. I have ridden of the garbage! I did a good thing! I should be rewarded with a prize!
However, there is still truth I have to admit. Remember when people always said I could do better than you? I still don't know if they were right. Why did I stay with you? I know! It was because you kissed me, touched me and watched me throw my head back as I was taken over the edge. It was all the attention I received from you. It was everything I was given by you. You made me feel like I was on top of the world! That is, until the lights were turned back on, and you were already out the door.
Even after you had left, and the carpets were rolled up and piled into a truck, I still had hope. I still loved you. Now, as my soul is who knows where, I still know that I love you. Too bad I'm always wrong. My life has come to a halting crash against a brick wall.
Good-bye,
Ryou"
Bakura got up from the far corner of the livingroom, reading the last few sentences through blurred eyes. It was all so true, but Ryou was still so ignorant. He didn't know. He didn't realize the real truth, and that was Bakura's fault. He had never told him. He never said the very thing he had always been afraid of saying, "I loved you too, Ryou." he choked out, amazed by this overwhelming grief he felt in his heart. Soon, the only thing left of him were tear drops that would soon by evaporated into the air.
He probably had another millenia until he would be seen again.
Gods how depressing, but yes, it is over. Reveiws are very well appreciated and I hope you enjoyed my fic. Until next time!
(Ryou's POV)
It's all gone. Everything disappeared. Tears stung my eyes as I looked around. He even took the liberty of ripping out the carpets.
In a flash, I ran up the stairs, nothing clear in sight. The photos on the walls of my family were no more, and as I peered into the upstairs rooms, I noticed the wallpaper was even stripped off the walls. How could he do this!?! None of this was his! Nothing!
My room was just as empty as the rest of the house. I was pleased to know that my clothes laid at the bottom of my closet. What would he want with sweaters anyways? This happy bit of news was not enough, I'm afraid, to make me feel any better.
In my pile of sweaters, I cried. I sobbed myself silly until it was well past nightfall, and just when I thought nothing would ever go right again, the phone in the corner of my room was ringing.
Choking back my tears, I picked it up, sniffling slightly. If it was Bakura, I was going to cuss him out.
"Hello?" I said no louder than a whisper.
"Ryou! Oh my Ra, Ryou! Your house! I just heard!" Bless my tainted soul, it was Malik.
"Oh Malik! It's awful! Is he there? Tell that fucker I want my things back! He had NO right to take anything more than his clothes! Malik!" I curled up on the floor, ready to cry again, "He even stripped the wallpaper, and took my photos of Amane and Mother."
I heard a gasp on the other line, "NO! No he didn't!" Malik was more surprised than I thought he would be. He excused himself, and put down the phone. His voice ringing through the Ishtar's household.
"YAMI NO BAKURA! YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU TAKE RYOU'S FAMILY MEMORIES! YOU'RE DISGUSTING!"
I couldn't believe how supportive frail little Malik Ishtar was acting. I let myself smile a bit before he returned, huffing and puffing.
"Sorry about that. He didn't re- WELL YOU CAN GO TO FUCKIN' HEAVEN CUZ HELL JUST SOUNDS TOO GOOD FOR YOU!"
Through the phone, I heard my yami yelling back at Malik, and it was nothing very positive.
Eventually, Malik took the phone outside, and sat inside the moving truck with all my things, "Ra, Ryou. I'm so sorry, but I have an idea. I'll just sneak your things back over there. I promise everything will work out, okay? Who needs keys when my yami is as good a theif as yours?"
I gave a short and bittersweet laugh, "Thank you, Malik. I really appreciate this." and with that, I hung up the phone. Since there wasn't even a bar of soap in the house, I decided to go grocery shopping. Washing my face with cool water, I slipped my shoes back on, and headed out. I mean, what harm would shopping do?
God, was I so wrong.
"No! Stop it!" I found myself running from the store, completely forgetting where it was I wanted to run to.
He was chasing me. I knew that cold smirk was on his face. God, no one would help me! Why is this happening!?! There were so many things running through my mind.
Like every cliche, I ended up at a dead end. I found myself all the way on the east side of town, staring at a brick wall. Tear went down my face as I had whirled around, gasping for air. To my surprise, he was right in front of me.
"M-Marik... please don't come near me..." I found myself begging.
He chuckled darkly, "Dear Ryou..." he cupped my face with his hand, and licked his lips, "You have something I want."
My knees were beginning to give away. I was so tired, and so afraid. I whimpered softly, not even bothering to get away anymore, "Why?" I soon asked, "Why? You've taken everything else. It's just not fair..." I cried, punching Marik in the shoulder, "IT'S NOT FAIR!"
With another laugh, he rubbed his shoulder slightly, "Why?" he repeated, "Well, I really don't know why." he used his tongue to lick away from tears. I knew by his eyes that he enjoyed to see my pain, "I think, it's because I just want a little... payback. You, of all people, have taken quite an interest in my darling Bakura, and now, I just want to tell you that it's not going to happen. I don't think he appreciates you being our third wheel."
"What are you talking about?" I found myself gaining courage. It was now or never, "I'm not anyone's third wheel. If anything, you were the one who came and caused hell in OUR life together. YOU have no place in his heart."
"Ryou... I believe that by the end of tonight, you will be thinking another way." and just like that, he advanced onto me...
The brightest of all the lights in the world were on me, as I opened my eyes. With a groan, I rolled over, feeling every part of my body was dead weight. I came face to face with that damned brick wall. I didn't want to sit up. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to do anything, but lay there and die.
I would hear a car or two drive by. There were no birds chirping. I couldn't hear anyone walking by or laughter like I would near my home. The sun was out, but it still looked like it was going to rain. The alley I was in was damp and musty. I would see a spider climbing the brick wall every so often. I don't even know how long I laid there, the ground uncomfortable on my broken body. I think the only thing I knew, was that it was over. Everything I knew, was nothing.
After sometime, I found myself opening my eyes again. I had a sense of deja vu when that hideous wall came into veiw. I guess I had fallen asleep again. It was about time for me to get up, and find my clothes. Being naked in this enviorment was started to creep me out.
My body was cold, and all I started to cry again. What was I going to do? Was I going to run back to that empty house, to go take a million showers and still feel like I was the filthiest person on this planet? Was I then going to take the sharpest thing I could find, possibly glass from a broken window, and slice away everything I was to become? I guess that was what I planned on, because there was nothing else left for me to do.
The water was warm and heated up my numb body, but it didn't matter. As I scrubbed the dirt and grime away, did that matter? I was going to end it tonight. It didn't really make sense to clean up just when I'm going to dirty myself again.
One thought did come to mind though: Malik. Was he really going to bring back my things? I suppose that doesn't matter either. If I got them back, it wouldn't make me feel any better. I still wouldn't have anything to share it with.
Anyways, I dried off, and got into some fresh clothes, still feeling like a muck monster. It was time to seal the deal. I grabbed the telephone, it being the only thing heavy enough to do the job, and smashed the glass that made up my window. I was pleased to find a large shard of the glass by my feet. As I lifted the glass to my wrist, I realized there was still something else I had to do.
I searched the whole house, rummaging around for anything I can find to write with. Bakura did a rather amazing job when it came to emptying my house, but he did forget a black marker that had rolled under the kitchen cabinets.
I picked up the marker, running into the largest place in the house: my living room. There, I uncapped my writing utensil and began my story...
My POV
It took only one day for anyone to find Ryou Bakura. His body was frozen, and stained with dried blood. He laid in the middle of the living room, surrounded by four white walls. The said walls were now littered with little, but messy handwriting, confessing everything Ryou had become. It had taken Ryou seven hours, twenty three minutes, and fifty two seconds for him to write down every last word.
It was Yami no Bakura who had opened the front door, an apology speech echoing in his head for him to recite to his beloved. When he had spotted his love, dead beyond anything, he had collasped in the doorway, shocked by what he saw. He then crawled over to Ryou, holding him close for a mere minute or two, before reading the words on the wall, walking in circles until the very last sentence was read. It was then he noticed the floor was written on as well, only this time, it was a note, addressed to Bakura himself.
"Darling Bakura,
I will assume you have read the walls before reading the floor. Just so you know, I am not sorry. If anything, I am thrilled to be dead. There is nothing to be done now. I am unresponsible for anything. You're death will soon follow mine, and that only brings me more pleasure.
I have loved you, with all of my heart. You were everything I aspiried to be. Yet, you threw me away. You treated me as nothing. I only fed you, gave you a place to stay, helped you, comforted you, made love to you over and over again. I guess I should have tried harder to please you. I suppose I had no special place in your heart.
It honestly doesn't matter now. Nothing matters. For all I have learned is that you would never return. Even after you stole everything from me, and your lover had raped me in the slums of town. Nothing would be different. The only thing that would be lost, was me.
What was I going to do after all this happened? Huh? Help me out, because even now I don't know what I had going for myself. I lost every will to learn and grow. I had no one to grow WITH! I had nothing TO learn! My whole life's lesson was done in less than a week! After all of this, I have made one giant conclusion: I was all wrong.
The teachers said I had a bright future, but look at me now! Go on! Look! I'm a lump of cold flesh on the floor! I am a bled over, pile of death waiting for some strangers to throw me six feet under! I am DEAD.
It was no one's fault but mine, but no one, especually you, has to worry. I have taken care of the problem. I have ridden of the garbage! I did a good thing! I should be rewarded with a prize!
However, there is still truth I have to admit. Remember when people always said I could do better than you? I still don't know if they were right. Why did I stay with you? I know! It was because you kissed me, touched me and watched me throw my head back as I was taken over the edge. It was all the attention I received from you. It was everything I was given by you. You made me feel like I was on top of the world! That is, until the lights were turned back on, and you were already out the door.
Even after you had left, and the carpets were rolled up and piled into a truck, I still had hope. I still loved you. Now, as my soul is who knows where, I still know that I love you. Too bad I'm always wrong. My life has come to a halting crash against a brick wall.
Good-bye,
Ryou"
Bakura got up from the far corner of the livingroom, reading the last few sentences through blurred eyes. It was all so true, but Ryou was still so ignorant. He didn't know. He didn't realize the real truth, and that was Bakura's fault. He had never told him. He never said the very thing he had always been afraid of saying, "I loved you too, Ryou." he choked out, amazed by this overwhelming grief he felt in his heart. Soon, the only thing left of him were tear drops that would soon by evaporated into the air.
He probably had another millenia until he would be seen again.
Gods how depressing, but yes, it is over. Reveiws are very well appreciated and I hope you enjoyed my fic. Until next time!