Thank you for the reviews Midnight Chamber, Dark Wolf on Full Blood, Eye-of- Misery, Kataiya-Rena, and Bakusgal200. I enjoy reading them. For this chapter I put Bakura through absolute torture. I just thought of some random idiotic things for him to do and wham, he did it. Why? Because I am the almighty powerful authoress, that's why. On with the fic!

Chapter Six: Tears

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves around Ryou's waist. When he turned his head it turned out to be Bakura and he had a smile on that could reach the moon and back again.

"Hello again, my sweetie pie," Bakura told him sweetly into his ear and it made Ryou cringe. "Did you know that it takes eight cups of Skittles to fill Uranus? Heh, heh, I said Uranus. Isn't that funny, rainbow cake?"

"Um, yes," Ryou finally said awkwardly. "Very funny."

Snuggling his face into Ryou's shoulder Bakura said softly, in a voice like a child's, "Hm, you're so skinny, my little ray of sunshine. You should start eating more."

"Um, maybe." This was getting too odd. If it might have been under different circumstances he might have thought it a bit funny.

Wrapping his arms tighter around his counterpart's waist Bakura said, "Oh, Romeo, oh Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy name, for if thou wilt not..."

He paused suddenly and scrunched his face in concentration.

"I really don't remember the rest, but it was a good line."

Unable to conceal a grin Ryou asked, "You read Romeo and Juliet?"

Shaking his head, which felt odd to Ryou since he was still on his shoulder, he replied, "Uh-huh. I heard you reading it aloud for class and it was kind of interesting. Oh! I got something to say!" He waved his arm wildly as if he were answering a question.

"Yes?"

"I'll be back," Bakura said in a low voice like The Terminator's and then laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world. Ryou was quiet for a while and then he finally gave a short, false laugh.

"Um, that's very funny," Ryou said and forced on a smile.

Suddenly Bakura wasn't smiling anymore. He looked hurt and his lower lip quivered. It took Ryou a moment to register what he did next.

Bakura started to sob hysterically into Ryou's shoulder.

Was it possible for Bakura to cry?

"You d-don't like m-m-me do you?" he asked through his tears that were rolling off his cheeks like waterfalls.

Ryou was at a loss. What do you do with your darker, alcoholic self who was acting like a pregnant woman the same day after he finally said thank you and before that had killed the bathroom mirror?

"Why d-don't y-you talk to me?" Bakura sobbed even louder and looked up at Ryou.

In his Yami's eyes was innocence. That look had never been there before. Not once. But now his eyes shone brightly with shining crystal tears falling on his cheeks and clinging to his eyelashes right above his flushed cheeks. Other than looking kind of cute, Bakura looked like a normal person.

Turning his body around to face him Ryou said softly and kindly, "I like you, really I do. I will talk to you as long your willing to be more open with me. I want you to be the person you are now. Well, something like the person you are now."

"Really?" Bakura asked and smile reappeared on his face. His arms were removed from Ryou's waist and were wrapped around his neck.

As he nodded Bakura smiled like a child again and leaned up to Ryou's face. His expression changed to a calmer one, like he was dreaming while awake. Moving his face closer to his Bakura's and Ryou's breath mingled for a few seconds.

Then Bakura placed his lips on Ryou's.

The kiss felt warm, but it made Ryou's mind spin in the wrong way. What was happening?

Removing his face away from Ryou's Bakura smiled softly.

"I love you."

No words were said. What does one say to that? Especially when it comes from the person you always thought hated you.

The only thing in running in Ryou's mind?

Run.

Shoving Bakura away from his body Ryou ran up the stairs and into his room. He slammed the door and sat in front of it. Putting his face in his hands Ryou cried. He didn't really know why he chose to, put he just went ahead and cried out everything he had meant to since he met Bakura. He cried so much he fell asleep.