Tears of an Angel- Chapter 3
A/n: Sorry it took so long to up-date. I haven't been able too use a computer in a while, but I'll make it up to ya. Send me a review on what ya want to see happen and I try to make it happen. OK ^___^ Oh and Ryou's not dead. He just cut himself and fell asleep. Sorry for the problem,
Disclaimer: I no own Yu-Gi-Oh. (But I might someday ^_~)
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A solitary figure walks in to the lonely night. An air of depression surrounds him. His head is hung low. His white hair covers his thought filled face. The figure is one known as Bakura. The demon walks alone in a path only known to him. His face is lost in thought.
Bakura P.O.V.
I just left him there. How could I be so stupid? Baka, baka baka. I saw the tears in his eyes. How could I left him there to cry. Those beautiful eyes should never have tears in them, and then I'm the one who causes them. Why did I just leave him like that? I can't deal with his innocent emotions. I will not be the one to taint him.
All of a sudden I see a door in front of me. The door leads to one I know very well but I still am a little cautious to enter. Ra knows what is going on in there, especially if his other-self is in there with him. I shake my head and knock on the door hoping that he is half way presentable. Well it's not like I haven't seen him befor.
End P.O.V.
His head snaps up as a creak alerts him of another presence. Coffee meets lilac. A laugh is sounded by the lilac eyed one. "Shut up and let me in Marik" growls Bakura "Aww, is wittle 'kura in a bad mood?" laughs Marik Bakura growls and pushes his way past the blond and into the house. The door closes soon after and the flaxen haired one follows the demon. A voice sounds through the home. "Who was it Yami?" a soft voice questions "Why don't you see for yourself Malik." Answers a deeper but similar voice The two walk into the small living room. A replica of the lilac eyed one is sprawled upon the black sofa. The blonde snaps from its original place upon the armrest of the couch. "Bakura?" Malik questions. Bakura growls as Marik laughs, then Marik walks over to the couch ad plops himself down onto Maliks lap. "'kura is in a bit of a bad mood." Marik states as he softly plants a kiss on Maliks rosy red cheeks. Malik turns to Bakura with a questioning gaze. Of course Marik knows of hi love for his hikari but Malik did not, so Bakura began his tell.
***** Back to Ryou
Ryou is currently laying on the once white tile of his bathroom. The tile was no stained red with Ryous blood. The blood has now stoped and is beginning to dry upon Ryous pale skin. His body begins to awaken. His eyes squint at the light coming from directly above him (no it's haven). The eye- lid open to revel chocolate colored eyes. Ryou begins to set up, as he does he grabs his hand to examine the gash. The blood is now caked dry but the pressure that Ryou just applied to it made some blood flow from the wound. Ryou gets up despite the dizziness and begins to clean the injury and wraps it. He would make sure to cover his arm as to not alert anyone of his injury. All of a sudden a ring sounds some where in the hushed home. Ryou soon finds a phone in his room and answers it. "Hello," Ryous soft britsh accent says. "Hello, Ryou is that you?" Yugi asks. Ryou face goes pale as he answers a soft 'yes'.
****** Mariks House.
Bakuras head is now in Marik lap as the lilac eyed one softly pulls his fingers through the demons hair. Malik is to Marick right with his head upon his shoulder. Bakura has just finished his tale and, is now being comforted by his previous lover.
"Wow," states Malik, "I didn't know you actually even feel Bakura."
Bakura growls and respons, "This is what I get for telling you guys my secrets."
The hand in his hair pulls a little roughly as to single him to be nice as he does the same to his counter part only sent in a glare.
"Bakura I've told you this over and over. Tell him how you feel and every thing will work out fine!" Marik declares.
The head lift up a little.
"But what if he rejects me?" Questions Bakura.
"Then it was not ment to be." Marik states simply as Malik nods.
The head falls back upon the lap and the hand again begans to comb through the silver strands.
"It's not that easy though." Bakura says sofly.
"I know Bakura I know, but once you do it you'll feel a lot better what ever the response is." Says Marik
Bakura only huffs but he stays where he's at and lets the soft ministrations continue, trying to get his thoughts straight. Marik continues his petting on the silver locks as he lays his head upon his lights and hoping his friend would get this sorted out, because his friend in this state worried him a lot. He prayed to Ra that Bakura would work this out before he hurt himself.
TBC
A/n: How was it? Good? Bad? Tell me what you think about it! I'm open to advice. Tell me what you want to happen next. Well I'm about to fall asleep so I'll end it here. R/R ^______^ Later
A/n: Sorry it took so long to up-date. I haven't been able too use a computer in a while, but I'll make it up to ya. Send me a review on what ya want to see happen and I try to make it happen. OK ^___^ Oh and Ryou's not dead. He just cut himself and fell asleep. Sorry for the problem,
Disclaimer: I no own Yu-Gi-Oh. (But I might someday ^_~)
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A solitary figure walks in to the lonely night. An air of depression surrounds him. His head is hung low. His white hair covers his thought filled face. The figure is one known as Bakura. The demon walks alone in a path only known to him. His face is lost in thought.
Bakura P.O.V.
I just left him there. How could I be so stupid? Baka, baka baka. I saw the tears in his eyes. How could I left him there to cry. Those beautiful eyes should never have tears in them, and then I'm the one who causes them. Why did I just leave him like that? I can't deal with his innocent emotions. I will not be the one to taint him.
All of a sudden I see a door in front of me. The door leads to one I know very well but I still am a little cautious to enter. Ra knows what is going on in there, especially if his other-self is in there with him. I shake my head and knock on the door hoping that he is half way presentable. Well it's not like I haven't seen him befor.
End P.O.V.
His head snaps up as a creak alerts him of another presence. Coffee meets lilac. A laugh is sounded by the lilac eyed one. "Shut up and let me in Marik" growls Bakura "Aww, is wittle 'kura in a bad mood?" laughs Marik Bakura growls and pushes his way past the blond and into the house. The door closes soon after and the flaxen haired one follows the demon. A voice sounds through the home. "Who was it Yami?" a soft voice questions "Why don't you see for yourself Malik." Answers a deeper but similar voice The two walk into the small living room. A replica of the lilac eyed one is sprawled upon the black sofa. The blonde snaps from its original place upon the armrest of the couch. "Bakura?" Malik questions. Bakura growls as Marik laughs, then Marik walks over to the couch ad plops himself down onto Maliks lap. "'kura is in a bit of a bad mood." Marik states as he softly plants a kiss on Maliks rosy red cheeks. Malik turns to Bakura with a questioning gaze. Of course Marik knows of hi love for his hikari but Malik did not, so Bakura began his tell.
***** Back to Ryou
Ryou is currently laying on the once white tile of his bathroom. The tile was no stained red with Ryous blood. The blood has now stoped and is beginning to dry upon Ryous pale skin. His body begins to awaken. His eyes squint at the light coming from directly above him (no it's haven). The eye- lid open to revel chocolate colored eyes. Ryou begins to set up, as he does he grabs his hand to examine the gash. The blood is now caked dry but the pressure that Ryou just applied to it made some blood flow from the wound. Ryou gets up despite the dizziness and begins to clean the injury and wraps it. He would make sure to cover his arm as to not alert anyone of his injury. All of a sudden a ring sounds some where in the hushed home. Ryou soon finds a phone in his room and answers it. "Hello," Ryous soft britsh accent says. "Hello, Ryou is that you?" Yugi asks. Ryou face goes pale as he answers a soft 'yes'.
****** Mariks House.
Bakuras head is now in Marik lap as the lilac eyed one softly pulls his fingers through the demons hair. Malik is to Marick right with his head upon his shoulder. Bakura has just finished his tale and, is now being comforted by his previous lover.
"Wow," states Malik, "I didn't know you actually even feel Bakura."
Bakura growls and respons, "This is what I get for telling you guys my secrets."
The hand in his hair pulls a little roughly as to single him to be nice as he does the same to his counter part only sent in a glare.
"Bakura I've told you this over and over. Tell him how you feel and every thing will work out fine!" Marik declares.
The head lift up a little.
"But what if he rejects me?" Questions Bakura.
"Then it was not ment to be." Marik states simply as Malik nods.
The head falls back upon the lap and the hand again begans to comb through the silver strands.
"It's not that easy though." Bakura says sofly.
"I know Bakura I know, but once you do it you'll feel a lot better what ever the response is." Says Marik
Bakura only huffs but he stays where he's at and lets the soft ministrations continue, trying to get his thoughts straight. Marik continues his petting on the silver locks as he lays his head upon his lights and hoping his friend would get this sorted out, because his friend in this state worried him a lot. He prayed to Ra that Bakura would work this out before he hurt himself.
TBC
A/n: How was it? Good? Bad? Tell me what you think about it! I'm open to advice. Tell me what you want to happen next. Well I'm about to fall asleep so I'll end it here. R/R ^______^ Later