I saw the reviews from Dark Wolf and from Midnight Chamber so I decided to
update again today. I'm glad y'all liked it. (Thanks for the review for My
Immortal Midnight Chamber!)
On with the fic!
Chapter Seven: Hate
Ryou was surprised to find Bakura waiting at the bottom of the stairs the next morning. He also wanted to run again. After what happened the day before he didn't want to talk about anything at the moment.
"Um, good morning," he told the Yami quietly.
"Get your stuff," Bakura said abruptly and sharply. "You're going to school today."
"But you still have injuries and some stuff still needs to be taken care of," Ryou told him in frowned. Nothing would please him more than going to school but he hated to shrink his duties.
Glowering darkly at him Bakura said, "Who cares? Now get your stuff. I'll walk you there."
Confused, Ryou did not wish to anger him so he got his school uniform on and gathered his books together. Bakura must be in a bad mood since he must have woken up on the kitchen floor after being drugged.
Trotting down the stairs Ryou stood beside Bakura and nodded to tell him he was ready. Bakura didn't say a word but started walking and Ryou followed him out the door.
The two walked in silence together down the street. They didn't glance at each other once, Ryou in fear that he might get snapped at. He just didn't know what to say even if he could day something.
"Ryou," Bakura said suddenly. "I hate you."
He looked at the tomb robber at the corner of his eye but said nothing. He just clenched a fist silently.
"I hate you not only because you put me on drugs yesterday and left me on the kitchen floor, but because you are weak. That's why. Out of all my acquaintances you have been the most pathetic. You're just like the dirt beneath my shoes, Ryou. Why I had to have you for my hikari I don't know. I just wanted you to know I hate you."
Gritting his teeth Ryou said, "I know, Bakura. You've already told me that before."
As the two crossed the street together Bakura asked coldly, "Do you hate me?"
Now turning his face to look at him fully Ryou answered with a glare, "I hated you the moment I met you."
"If that's so," Bakura said and stopped walking, "then why do you take care of me so much?"
"Because I'm not as cold hearted and don't lack emotions like you do," Ryou replied and also stopped walking.
Glaring sharply at him Bakura said, "Don't talk to me like you know me. But the reason you care for me is because you're pathetic and let people walk all over you. You're too weak. That's why I hate you."
"Would you stop telling me that?" Ryou shouted at him, making some people turn their heads to look. "Why out of all days do you decide to remind me? I know what I am and I don't need you to tell me over and over. If you hate me so much then why don't you just leave?"
Increasing the icy glare Bakura said angrily, "You don't understand me at all, do you?"
"No, I don't. And I don't ever want to."
Turning on his heel Bakura began to walk across the street again. Before he was out of earshot Ryou said, "I hope you die."
Bakura ignored him.
He was so busy in his own thoughts and anger that he didn't see the walking light turn red. He also didn't see the car speeding straight towards him.
The next moment Bakura saw the car a few feet away from him. He was glued to the ground and couldn't move. He braced himself for impact.
It didn't happen.
Intstead he felt himself being roughly shoved to the ground and he heard the car hit someone else. Hard.
Bakura looked up from the pavement and his eyes widened at the body now sprawled on the pavement ahead.
"Ryou!"
Chapter Seven: Hate
Ryou was surprised to find Bakura waiting at the bottom of the stairs the next morning. He also wanted to run again. After what happened the day before he didn't want to talk about anything at the moment.
"Um, good morning," he told the Yami quietly.
"Get your stuff," Bakura said abruptly and sharply. "You're going to school today."
"But you still have injuries and some stuff still needs to be taken care of," Ryou told him in frowned. Nothing would please him more than going to school but he hated to shrink his duties.
Glowering darkly at him Bakura said, "Who cares? Now get your stuff. I'll walk you there."
Confused, Ryou did not wish to anger him so he got his school uniform on and gathered his books together. Bakura must be in a bad mood since he must have woken up on the kitchen floor after being drugged.
Trotting down the stairs Ryou stood beside Bakura and nodded to tell him he was ready. Bakura didn't say a word but started walking and Ryou followed him out the door.
The two walked in silence together down the street. They didn't glance at each other once, Ryou in fear that he might get snapped at. He just didn't know what to say even if he could day something.
"Ryou," Bakura said suddenly. "I hate you."
He looked at the tomb robber at the corner of his eye but said nothing. He just clenched a fist silently.
"I hate you not only because you put me on drugs yesterday and left me on the kitchen floor, but because you are weak. That's why. Out of all my acquaintances you have been the most pathetic. You're just like the dirt beneath my shoes, Ryou. Why I had to have you for my hikari I don't know. I just wanted you to know I hate you."
Gritting his teeth Ryou said, "I know, Bakura. You've already told me that before."
As the two crossed the street together Bakura asked coldly, "Do you hate me?"
Now turning his face to look at him fully Ryou answered with a glare, "I hated you the moment I met you."
"If that's so," Bakura said and stopped walking, "then why do you take care of me so much?"
"Because I'm not as cold hearted and don't lack emotions like you do," Ryou replied and also stopped walking.
Glaring sharply at him Bakura said, "Don't talk to me like you know me. But the reason you care for me is because you're pathetic and let people walk all over you. You're too weak. That's why I hate you."
"Would you stop telling me that?" Ryou shouted at him, making some people turn their heads to look. "Why out of all days do you decide to remind me? I know what I am and I don't need you to tell me over and over. If you hate me so much then why don't you just leave?"
Increasing the icy glare Bakura said angrily, "You don't understand me at all, do you?"
"No, I don't. And I don't ever want to."
Turning on his heel Bakura began to walk across the street again. Before he was out of earshot Ryou said, "I hope you die."
Bakura ignored him.
He was so busy in his own thoughts and anger that he didn't see the walking light turn red. He also didn't see the car speeding straight towards him.
The next moment Bakura saw the car a few feet away from him. He was glued to the ground and couldn't move. He braced himself for impact.
It didn't happen.
Intstead he felt himself being roughly shoved to the ground and he heard the car hit someone else. Hard.
Bakura looked up from the pavement and his eyes widened at the body now sprawled on the pavement ahead.
"Ryou!"
