Gomen nasi minna-san! I know it's been forever since I updated, but I've
have been very, very, very busy! Emphasis on the very. I had SAT's, than
have finals coming up this week so I am crunched for study time. I beg
forgiveness on all the reader and reviewers, who I be have all abandoned me
by now...T-T...so to those who remember how my story goes, I give out thanks!
[Gives out much sugar and good treats along with Ryou and Bakura plushie
and pocky.]
Dreigon, Master of Dragons: Thank you!
Osiris Lee: Thank you!
DreamingChild: Hm...I see...I guess you're right. Now that I think about it, I've done more on Bakura than Ryou, but that shall be fixed now! Mwaha! But you're asking for angst, you know it! And I'm very glad that you liked the last chapter. I kinda liked the setting there. I had an obsession with candles, and actually when I wrote it up, I had a candle lit in front of me and I was playing with the smoke when I extinguished it which inspired me partly to write that part. Heh. I haven't read any of the magna at all, sorry to say. I'm deprived!! T-T...but it's good to see that you think it's a good interpretation. I've always seen Bakura like that, cold, calculating, intellectual. I find it a bit annoying when some people like to write up Bakura as an idiot. I'm not against it, but I find it totally unlike him. It's just that when ever I see or imagine Bakura, I get this cold feeling about him, the total face expression, the way his face is in general. The whole angular, gaunt look really enhances the haunted yet cold feeling. He's definatly a hard character to describe. Also what you said about Ryou is true. I really doubt that he's the wimpy person some say he is. I mean, he's put up with a lot from Bakura (in the magna and anime) and he seems complacent, but seriously, he's a strong character. I see what you mean when you say he's too complacent thought, but I find it hard to write up a pent up emotion, emotion in general is hard to describe, but I'll do my best to bring out that hysterical type in Ryou, but less hysterical.......[bows down repeatedly] I want to thank you so much for being a great reviewer! You've done a great job as a reviewer and you're always giving me more stuff to improve on, which I strive to do! I hold to you much respect and hope to gain the perspective view you have on writing and people.
Elle-FaTe2x1: Thank you! The Moonlight Sonata is one of my favorite pieces to play on the piano; it's so soothing when you play it.
Inverse-chan: Wait until you hear about Bakura's past.
Stephanie Zollner: No problem and glad that you liked the chapter!
Shadow Kitten 9831: Thank you!
Ryuujitsu: Thank you for the luck! And I heard that Amane was the younger sister somewhere, but there never seems to be any definite information about her. All I know is that either she is dead or lives away from Ryou. As for the nee-chan thing...I forgot about that. I knew it was along those lines, but I forgot what the exact word was for the chapter...; gomen ne. Are you going to come after me with a scythe? I did take awhile... [Cowers under desk] spare me? Yay for Baku-chan's unpredictability! He is unique!
Repmet: Don't worry, Bakura's going to be unpredictable and all the encounters he's had with Ryou so far are when he goes in at the end of the day and really tired thing. Bakura's ass like nature will spring up soon. Like in this chapter.
Scarlet Oasis: Well you updated and its fine even without the beta. And I'm holding you to your word about the fluff soon to come! I need the fluff! Don't cry! [Gives tissues] yes Ryou has a sad life, but sadness adds to the story! My stories live on sadness and angst. I have a sad life...-.-; but still you haven't heard Bakura's life story yet, so beware of the angst to be! And I'm very glad to see that you love this pairing more than ever! Mwaha! I shall spread supreme love of Bakura/Ryou pairings!
Jou: I'd like to see the guy I'd be paired up with...hehe...too bad there aren't ones where I live...
Seung su li: Yeah, it's the little details such as spelling and fine grammar problems that usually throw me off...sorry about that.
Dark Magic 856: Thanks!
Not the usual baka: Not to worry, your secret is safe with me!
Koumori dragon: Good to know that your patient, but I bet you were overly patient with this fic! Anyways, thanks!
Pork Steak the Grande: Bunny! Can I chase the bunny too? Will you eat it? Poor bunny...T-T...and don't die! [Magically revives again] [Sauruman glares at me] [Cowers away] anyways, the kiss yet to come is well...yet to come! But it will come in the near far future...
Gomen nasi again, but on the good note, it's my birthday soon! Mwaha! I shall be seventeen and no longer be a junior! I shall be a senior! Fear my power! Yes, that and my 5'2 stature...yes, I'm terrifying. Roar. Anyways, hopefully by the time I post this chapter my finals will be done with! Then I'll have fun celebrating my birthday on the 24th and revel at my power to finally get my permit...early birthday present from my parents! I shall rule the roads with my wonderful driving skills! Or kill many people...;
Anyways, on with the story!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, death, drugs, swearing, you know the drill by now...
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Warmth was all he felt at the moment, soft warmth that spread down his body and made him feel safe, secure. Moving his fingers he let his skin touch the soft material and let his fingers close upon it. Rubbing his cheek against it he breathed in the comforting smell of wool. One that reminded him of home, of long time ago when his mother used to wrap him up and he would snuggle up with his nee-sama. He could almost feel her hair tickling his face. Slowly he felt his mind return to now.
He opened his eyes once, but soon they closed again, too heavy to keep open. Fluttering his sleep weighted lids he made his way back to the world of consciousness. Startled by the fact that it was still dark, he did his best to sit properly in the armchair he occupied. The warmth of the blanket tucked carefully around him made him feel tired, lazy, yet he became more awake by the moment. He stretched out his legs and let them touch the ground, shivering at the feel of cold wood against his bare skin. He vainly tried to rub one foot against the other, but only succeeded in almost colliding with the piano. Blanket still wrapped around him like a cloak, he slowly made his was to the other side of the room.
Soft light from numerous candles softly lit the room, the gentle glow of the wicks left much of the room in shadows, sinking pits of dark. The moon hid behind a thick curtain of silvery clouds that shined with the soft beams that illuminated them from within. The stars were barely shining against the velvety blue sky, yet against the dark they seemed to twinkle with hidden secrets. The soft sound of pen gliding over paper made him turn to see Bakura at a table. Papers neatly piled under each other as rows of packets, colorful cocktails of pills, innocent looking white powder, a jungle of dried leaves pressed together to make a roll. Bakura let his long fingers skip over each packet before carefully recording something on to the sheet. An unlit cigarette that hung from his mouth moved periodically as he mouthed silent words to himself.
Ryou felt his hands grip at the blanket tighter. The sight of those packets made his heart pump wildly, blood tingling with rage. He didn't care Bakura had been nice, it was probably those packets that had brought about his father's death to begin with! He watched drug lord carefully label each packet, putting them into piles. It was then the low silk toned voice spoke.
"You can come out you know...don't you get tired of standing there for so long?"
Ryou stepped closer, daring himself to stand right next to the occupied Bakura. His eyes narrowed for a moment, darkening with distrust and anger. Bakura ignored him, continuing got count out the packets and arranging them to a certain order unknown to him.
"You shouldn't do that."
"Do what? Organize my merchandise?"
"No. You shouldn't sell them."
"It's what I do, brat."
A hint of iciness began to touch upon Bakura's voice, his eyes still not looking at Ryou's.
"Well you shouldn't do it then!"
"It's not like I can just suddenly quite being a drug lord."
"Well you should!"
Ryou let the blanket drop to the floor, hands forming pale fists as they began to tremble the slightest bit. His cheeks were painted a light sheen of scarlet as his fine brows formed a frown. Bakura on the other hand transferred his cigarette from his mouth to his fingers and let his own blazing eyes meet Ryou's.
"Do you think I want to do this? Do you think I choose become a drug lord one day? Do you think my clients would appreciate it if I suddenly just stopped business one day and decided to pursue another career?! Do you even know what they'd do to me?! Damn it bitch, don't talk about things you don't understand!"
Ryou took a step back, letting fear control his movements for a moment before he felt his own anger override him again, mixed with the adrenaline of the very idea that he was standing up to the much more intimidating man. Bakura's eyes were like an inferno of rage, burning brighter than the candles that lit the room. His pale face growing sharper with rage as his lips were pressed together to form a thin line. Ryou only made one move. With a calm swipe of his arm he let the many plastic packets fall to the ground in a storm of many colors.
"Do you know how many people you destroy with that?! You could be killing them just like you killed my father! Stop it! Just stop it!"
Bakura watched his many packets fall to the ground and calmly rose from his chair. It was then Ryou saw how the few inches he was taller than Ryou made him also more intimidating. His eyes flashing face drawn thin and angular as the hand that held the unlit cigarette shook with suppressed anger, evident in the very posture he stood. The other hand became a blur of moon light as it grabbed at Ryou's throat, tightening their grip to the point where fear would normally break out on a normal man's mind.
"I said don't talk about what you don't know, bitch. You think I wanted to destroy people's lives? Do you think I like that idea? Your father made me do it. Don't blame me for his death. He came to me. You want to blame someone, blame him, but never assume you know why I do this. I could kill you know bitch, I could kill you now. You want that? You want to die? Join your father and mother and sister? I bet you do...coward."
Ryou's hands lay limp at his side, not desperately scrabbling at Bakura's hand in a plea to let him go. His eyes glittered in the dark, shadowed and mysterious. Yet, his chin was thrust forward as much as possible with Bakura's hand around his throat, daring him to choke him. Bakura hissed before letting his hand tighten for a moment, cutting off the air supply to Ryou, brief enough to make him panic for a moment. But he let go soon and strode to his chair, lighting the cigarette before deeply inhaling. Eyes closed and yet his face seemed harsher than before.
Ryou let his own hand touch his throat, reveling at the hit of cold air that slipped around his neck. He stared at the mass of plastic packets that littered the ground, watching the candlelight dance across the shining surface. He wanted to throw them away, to burn them, to make them disappear. He was tempted to, but the hand around his throat was too real. Glaring disdainfully at Bakura he grabbed the blankets and let it fall around his shoulders again, the warmth more intrusive than before. He just let the packets scatter from the ground as he kicked them away, trying to make Bakura's life more difficult than it already was. He expected a scowl or a glare or perhaps even a scream, but when he turned to see Bakura's face he was surprised to see that he wasn't even looking at the packets on the floor or Ryou's face. It was as if he had suddenly departed to another world. The elongated silvery smoke ringlets danced in a silent lazy waltz around his face, harsh garnet eyes oddly hollow and misted over in though. The harsh silvery locks tumbled over his shoulders, glinting in the dim light, shadows dancing upon the moonlit locks.
The long fingers that held the cigarette seemed to be carved from ivory, still and beautiful. The moon suddenly broke free from its prison of clouds and spilled down the window, throwing the shadows further away. The long fingers and smooth hand seemed to glow from the moonlight, gleaming with an almost unnatural exquisiteness. Yet something seemed so inhuman about him, the icy nature that seemed to penetrate anything, those harsh garnet eyes that seemed to survey everything with a cool level headedness. Even his skin seemed too perfect, too unmarred for someone so tainted with sins. He was like a prince captured in a prison of ice as it slowly ate away his humanity. Ryou was tempted to run his fingers over the smooth unmoving hand, wanting to see if it was icy to the touch. He fancied it was. As his fingers twitched Bakura let his hand travel to his mouth, making the end of the cigarette glow angrily. It almost seemed as if the glowing ember was the only color in the room other than the pearly moonlight or the soft glow of candles or even their silvery hair. The only other color that seemed to live in the darkened moonlit room was the cocktail of multicolored pills that were scattered across the floor. The moment the glowing ember died Ryou had the blanket tighten its hold around his shoulders even more.
He too ignored the packets that he had thrown across the ground and calmly made his way to the bed, turning his back to Bakura's unmoving figure. He closed his eyes, and even as he dreamed he could hear the icy voice that had spoken to him only moments ago.
"Do you think I want to do this? Do you think I choose become a drug lord one day? Do you think my clients would appreciate it if I suddenly just stopped business one day and decided to pursue another career?! Do you even know what they'd do to me?! Damn it bitch, don't talk about things you don't understand!"
"I said don't talk about what you don't know, bitch. You think I wanted to destroy people's lives? Do you think I like that idea? Your father made me do it. Don't blame me for his death. He came to me. You want to blame someone, blame him, but never assume you know why I do this. I could kill you know bitch, I could kill you now. You want that? You want to die? Join your father and mother and sister? I bet you do...coward."
How little did he know about Bakura? How little did he know about anything? He had been given the chance to know what his father dealed with yet he didn't want to know. And did he want to die? Did he want to die and leave everything behind? What was there to leave behind? Ryou turned in his sleep, hands clutching at the cool sheets and relishing as the cooled pillow met his cheek. He would do anything to see his father and sister and mother again. Anything. Was he that much of a coward to die?
He could feel something icy slid down his cheek, soft like silk but icy to the touch. The moment he felt it, it left. In his dream muddled mind he could hear a soft voice, icy like the touch yet to it, it held a calculated edge.
"It takes great courage to die, but even greater to live."
With those words he gave up his hold on his last shred of consciousness and gave way to his dark world or dreams. The last fleeting image in his head was the glowing ember of Bakura's cigarette as it glowed bright, angry in the moonlit room.
[Dream sequence]
Dark shadows swirled around his body, he felt disconnected and oddly alone, yet he didn't mind. He felt like he was calm and at peace for once. Looking around he noticed another figure staring at him. A child no older than eight or nine. Silvery locks spilled around the small shoulders as the pale face stared at him with child like curiosity that all children assumed at an age like that. Large violet eyes stared at him, crystal like and clear, portraying innocence and a perception that seemed to outwit any adult. Something intelligent swam in those depths. The child spoke to him in a soft voice, clear toned, rather like a silvery bell that rang in the icy depth of a glacier.
"Shadows haunt the moonlit nights but shall not harm the innocent light."
Before he could ask what he meant by that, the small child disappeared before him and he was left alone once more. As he pondered what the child had said a new figure appeared, seemingly from the mists. This time it seemed that time had passed for the figure still possessed silvery locks that framed a pale thin face. The eyes had grown sharp, calculating. They still possessed the violet color as the small child had, yet they seemed to be clouded over with an icy barrier. Darker than before they still retained the beauty they had before, something that would cause head to turn and stare at the youth. The seemingly seventeen year old retained a posture that screamed confidence and authority. His lean figure seemed too thin though, his face too sharpened by the world. The voice that spoke this time had lost the soft childlike quality and picked up a new tone, one laden with sarcasm so thick it seemed to drip from each word he spoke.
"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back but still dismay got it sacked. Cat's have nine lives, eight more to go."
The teen smirked and held up eight thin fingers, elegant enough to be a piano player's or violinist. Pale and ghostly they seemed, yet they held a grace as he began to trail invisible sign's and symbols in the air before giving another smirk and disappearing with a mocking bow. Ryou felt even more puzzled than before and was about to scream from frustration when another figure appeared. This time oddly familiar yet not. The same silvery hair draped around the slim shoulders, face pale as ever. His pose was striking and intimidating, but it was the eyes that caught Ryou's attention. No longer did they hold the beautiful violet as before but a sharp garnet that pierced his soul and seemed to take in everything his mind thought or said. Cold intelligence poured from them and still he could see the mocking sarcasm that floated in their depths. His lips curved to an icy smile before letting words spill from them. The sarcasm had lost its edge but was replaced with a tone so cold and icy he could feel his very bones shiver.
"It takes great courage to die, but greater courage to live."
He then turned away from Ryou, ivory locks flying in the shadowed world before him before walking away, his footsteps calculating. His long fingers flicked towards him before resting at his side, pale marble that gleamed with inhuman beauty in the dark. His eyes widened for a moment and one name passed by his lips before he fell into the dreamless slumber of sleep.
"Bakura..."
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I made it nice and long for all of you and I hope you enjoyed that chapter! It's break now for me, so yay! I shall take this time to indulge myself in fanfic's and write up a storm! I feel really bad for not updating for so long, but please forgive me! I had exams! Anyways, four more days to my birthday! Yay! I hope that this chapter wasn't too weird and I hope you enjoyed it! Please read and review and I'll try to write up the next chapter soon! Ja ne!
Oh, P.S the quote that I used, "It takes great courage to die, but greater courage to live" I got something like that out of a book I read called "Samurai's Garden" by Gail Tsukiyama and it helped me through a rough time when I had been really depressed and actually did have thoughts about suicide. It means a lot to me and I hope to bring the same impact to you as well. Please appreciate what you have in this world, for not all have what you have. Count your blessings and mean what you say for they have a greater impact than what you might think, and really think about what that quote says. [Now I got all emotional and sentimental...]
Dreigon, Master of Dragons: Thank you!
Osiris Lee: Thank you!
DreamingChild: Hm...I see...I guess you're right. Now that I think about it, I've done more on Bakura than Ryou, but that shall be fixed now! Mwaha! But you're asking for angst, you know it! And I'm very glad that you liked the last chapter. I kinda liked the setting there. I had an obsession with candles, and actually when I wrote it up, I had a candle lit in front of me and I was playing with the smoke when I extinguished it which inspired me partly to write that part. Heh. I haven't read any of the magna at all, sorry to say. I'm deprived!! T-T...but it's good to see that you think it's a good interpretation. I've always seen Bakura like that, cold, calculating, intellectual. I find it a bit annoying when some people like to write up Bakura as an idiot. I'm not against it, but I find it totally unlike him. It's just that when ever I see or imagine Bakura, I get this cold feeling about him, the total face expression, the way his face is in general. The whole angular, gaunt look really enhances the haunted yet cold feeling. He's definatly a hard character to describe. Also what you said about Ryou is true. I really doubt that he's the wimpy person some say he is. I mean, he's put up with a lot from Bakura (in the magna and anime) and he seems complacent, but seriously, he's a strong character. I see what you mean when you say he's too complacent thought, but I find it hard to write up a pent up emotion, emotion in general is hard to describe, but I'll do my best to bring out that hysterical type in Ryou, but less hysterical.......[bows down repeatedly] I want to thank you so much for being a great reviewer! You've done a great job as a reviewer and you're always giving me more stuff to improve on, which I strive to do! I hold to you much respect and hope to gain the perspective view you have on writing and people.
Elle-FaTe2x1: Thank you! The Moonlight Sonata is one of my favorite pieces to play on the piano; it's so soothing when you play it.
Inverse-chan: Wait until you hear about Bakura's past.
Stephanie Zollner: No problem and glad that you liked the chapter!
Shadow Kitten 9831: Thank you!
Ryuujitsu: Thank you for the luck! And I heard that Amane was the younger sister somewhere, but there never seems to be any definite information about her. All I know is that either she is dead or lives away from Ryou. As for the nee-chan thing...I forgot about that. I knew it was along those lines, but I forgot what the exact word was for the chapter...; gomen ne. Are you going to come after me with a scythe? I did take awhile... [Cowers under desk] spare me? Yay for Baku-chan's unpredictability! He is unique!
Repmet: Don't worry, Bakura's going to be unpredictable and all the encounters he's had with Ryou so far are when he goes in at the end of the day and really tired thing. Bakura's ass like nature will spring up soon. Like in this chapter.
Scarlet Oasis: Well you updated and its fine even without the beta. And I'm holding you to your word about the fluff soon to come! I need the fluff! Don't cry! [Gives tissues] yes Ryou has a sad life, but sadness adds to the story! My stories live on sadness and angst. I have a sad life...-.-; but still you haven't heard Bakura's life story yet, so beware of the angst to be! And I'm very glad to see that you love this pairing more than ever! Mwaha! I shall spread supreme love of Bakura/Ryou pairings!
Jou: I'd like to see the guy I'd be paired up with...hehe...too bad there aren't ones where I live...
Seung su li: Yeah, it's the little details such as spelling and fine grammar problems that usually throw me off...sorry about that.
Dark Magic 856: Thanks!
Not the usual baka: Not to worry, your secret is safe with me!
Koumori dragon: Good to know that your patient, but I bet you were overly patient with this fic! Anyways, thanks!
Pork Steak the Grande: Bunny! Can I chase the bunny too? Will you eat it? Poor bunny...T-T...and don't die! [Magically revives again] [Sauruman glares at me] [Cowers away] anyways, the kiss yet to come is well...yet to come! But it will come in the near far future...
Gomen nasi again, but on the good note, it's my birthday soon! Mwaha! I shall be seventeen and no longer be a junior! I shall be a senior! Fear my power! Yes, that and my 5'2 stature...yes, I'm terrifying. Roar. Anyways, hopefully by the time I post this chapter my finals will be done with! Then I'll have fun celebrating my birthday on the 24th and revel at my power to finally get my permit...early birthday present from my parents! I shall rule the roads with my wonderful driving skills! Or kill many people...;
Anyways, on with the story!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood, death, drugs, swearing, you know the drill by now...
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Warmth was all he felt at the moment, soft warmth that spread down his body and made him feel safe, secure. Moving his fingers he let his skin touch the soft material and let his fingers close upon it. Rubbing his cheek against it he breathed in the comforting smell of wool. One that reminded him of home, of long time ago when his mother used to wrap him up and he would snuggle up with his nee-sama. He could almost feel her hair tickling his face. Slowly he felt his mind return to now.
He opened his eyes once, but soon they closed again, too heavy to keep open. Fluttering his sleep weighted lids he made his way back to the world of consciousness. Startled by the fact that it was still dark, he did his best to sit properly in the armchair he occupied. The warmth of the blanket tucked carefully around him made him feel tired, lazy, yet he became more awake by the moment. He stretched out his legs and let them touch the ground, shivering at the feel of cold wood against his bare skin. He vainly tried to rub one foot against the other, but only succeeded in almost colliding with the piano. Blanket still wrapped around him like a cloak, he slowly made his was to the other side of the room.
Soft light from numerous candles softly lit the room, the gentle glow of the wicks left much of the room in shadows, sinking pits of dark. The moon hid behind a thick curtain of silvery clouds that shined with the soft beams that illuminated them from within. The stars were barely shining against the velvety blue sky, yet against the dark they seemed to twinkle with hidden secrets. The soft sound of pen gliding over paper made him turn to see Bakura at a table. Papers neatly piled under each other as rows of packets, colorful cocktails of pills, innocent looking white powder, a jungle of dried leaves pressed together to make a roll. Bakura let his long fingers skip over each packet before carefully recording something on to the sheet. An unlit cigarette that hung from his mouth moved periodically as he mouthed silent words to himself.
Ryou felt his hands grip at the blanket tighter. The sight of those packets made his heart pump wildly, blood tingling with rage. He didn't care Bakura had been nice, it was probably those packets that had brought about his father's death to begin with! He watched drug lord carefully label each packet, putting them into piles. It was then the low silk toned voice spoke.
"You can come out you know...don't you get tired of standing there for so long?"
Ryou stepped closer, daring himself to stand right next to the occupied Bakura. His eyes narrowed for a moment, darkening with distrust and anger. Bakura ignored him, continuing got count out the packets and arranging them to a certain order unknown to him.
"You shouldn't do that."
"Do what? Organize my merchandise?"
"No. You shouldn't sell them."
"It's what I do, brat."
A hint of iciness began to touch upon Bakura's voice, his eyes still not looking at Ryou's.
"Well you shouldn't do it then!"
"It's not like I can just suddenly quite being a drug lord."
"Well you should!"
Ryou let the blanket drop to the floor, hands forming pale fists as they began to tremble the slightest bit. His cheeks were painted a light sheen of scarlet as his fine brows formed a frown. Bakura on the other hand transferred his cigarette from his mouth to his fingers and let his own blazing eyes meet Ryou's.
"Do you think I want to do this? Do you think I choose become a drug lord one day? Do you think my clients would appreciate it if I suddenly just stopped business one day and decided to pursue another career?! Do you even know what they'd do to me?! Damn it bitch, don't talk about things you don't understand!"
Ryou took a step back, letting fear control his movements for a moment before he felt his own anger override him again, mixed with the adrenaline of the very idea that he was standing up to the much more intimidating man. Bakura's eyes were like an inferno of rage, burning brighter than the candles that lit the room. His pale face growing sharper with rage as his lips were pressed together to form a thin line. Ryou only made one move. With a calm swipe of his arm he let the many plastic packets fall to the ground in a storm of many colors.
"Do you know how many people you destroy with that?! You could be killing them just like you killed my father! Stop it! Just stop it!"
Bakura watched his many packets fall to the ground and calmly rose from his chair. It was then Ryou saw how the few inches he was taller than Ryou made him also more intimidating. His eyes flashing face drawn thin and angular as the hand that held the unlit cigarette shook with suppressed anger, evident in the very posture he stood. The other hand became a blur of moon light as it grabbed at Ryou's throat, tightening their grip to the point where fear would normally break out on a normal man's mind.
"I said don't talk about what you don't know, bitch. You think I wanted to destroy people's lives? Do you think I like that idea? Your father made me do it. Don't blame me for his death. He came to me. You want to blame someone, blame him, but never assume you know why I do this. I could kill you know bitch, I could kill you now. You want that? You want to die? Join your father and mother and sister? I bet you do...coward."
Ryou's hands lay limp at his side, not desperately scrabbling at Bakura's hand in a plea to let him go. His eyes glittered in the dark, shadowed and mysterious. Yet, his chin was thrust forward as much as possible with Bakura's hand around his throat, daring him to choke him. Bakura hissed before letting his hand tighten for a moment, cutting off the air supply to Ryou, brief enough to make him panic for a moment. But he let go soon and strode to his chair, lighting the cigarette before deeply inhaling. Eyes closed and yet his face seemed harsher than before.
Ryou let his own hand touch his throat, reveling at the hit of cold air that slipped around his neck. He stared at the mass of plastic packets that littered the ground, watching the candlelight dance across the shining surface. He wanted to throw them away, to burn them, to make them disappear. He was tempted to, but the hand around his throat was too real. Glaring disdainfully at Bakura he grabbed the blankets and let it fall around his shoulders again, the warmth more intrusive than before. He just let the packets scatter from the ground as he kicked them away, trying to make Bakura's life more difficult than it already was. He expected a scowl or a glare or perhaps even a scream, but when he turned to see Bakura's face he was surprised to see that he wasn't even looking at the packets on the floor or Ryou's face. It was as if he had suddenly departed to another world. The elongated silvery smoke ringlets danced in a silent lazy waltz around his face, harsh garnet eyes oddly hollow and misted over in though. The harsh silvery locks tumbled over his shoulders, glinting in the dim light, shadows dancing upon the moonlit locks.
The long fingers that held the cigarette seemed to be carved from ivory, still and beautiful. The moon suddenly broke free from its prison of clouds and spilled down the window, throwing the shadows further away. The long fingers and smooth hand seemed to glow from the moonlight, gleaming with an almost unnatural exquisiteness. Yet something seemed so inhuman about him, the icy nature that seemed to penetrate anything, those harsh garnet eyes that seemed to survey everything with a cool level headedness. Even his skin seemed too perfect, too unmarred for someone so tainted with sins. He was like a prince captured in a prison of ice as it slowly ate away his humanity. Ryou was tempted to run his fingers over the smooth unmoving hand, wanting to see if it was icy to the touch. He fancied it was. As his fingers twitched Bakura let his hand travel to his mouth, making the end of the cigarette glow angrily. It almost seemed as if the glowing ember was the only color in the room other than the pearly moonlight or the soft glow of candles or even their silvery hair. The only other color that seemed to live in the darkened moonlit room was the cocktail of multicolored pills that were scattered across the floor. The moment the glowing ember died Ryou had the blanket tighten its hold around his shoulders even more.
He too ignored the packets that he had thrown across the ground and calmly made his way to the bed, turning his back to Bakura's unmoving figure. He closed his eyes, and even as he dreamed he could hear the icy voice that had spoken to him only moments ago.
"Do you think I want to do this? Do you think I choose become a drug lord one day? Do you think my clients would appreciate it if I suddenly just stopped business one day and decided to pursue another career?! Do you even know what they'd do to me?! Damn it bitch, don't talk about things you don't understand!"
"I said don't talk about what you don't know, bitch. You think I wanted to destroy people's lives? Do you think I like that idea? Your father made me do it. Don't blame me for his death. He came to me. You want to blame someone, blame him, but never assume you know why I do this. I could kill you know bitch, I could kill you now. You want that? You want to die? Join your father and mother and sister? I bet you do...coward."
How little did he know about Bakura? How little did he know about anything? He had been given the chance to know what his father dealed with yet he didn't want to know. And did he want to die? Did he want to die and leave everything behind? What was there to leave behind? Ryou turned in his sleep, hands clutching at the cool sheets and relishing as the cooled pillow met his cheek. He would do anything to see his father and sister and mother again. Anything. Was he that much of a coward to die?
He could feel something icy slid down his cheek, soft like silk but icy to the touch. The moment he felt it, it left. In his dream muddled mind he could hear a soft voice, icy like the touch yet to it, it held a calculated edge.
"It takes great courage to die, but even greater to live."
With those words he gave up his hold on his last shred of consciousness and gave way to his dark world or dreams. The last fleeting image in his head was the glowing ember of Bakura's cigarette as it glowed bright, angry in the moonlit room.
[Dream sequence]
Dark shadows swirled around his body, he felt disconnected and oddly alone, yet he didn't mind. He felt like he was calm and at peace for once. Looking around he noticed another figure staring at him. A child no older than eight or nine. Silvery locks spilled around the small shoulders as the pale face stared at him with child like curiosity that all children assumed at an age like that. Large violet eyes stared at him, crystal like and clear, portraying innocence and a perception that seemed to outwit any adult. Something intelligent swam in those depths. The child spoke to him in a soft voice, clear toned, rather like a silvery bell that rang in the icy depth of a glacier.
"Shadows haunt the moonlit nights but shall not harm the innocent light."
Before he could ask what he meant by that, the small child disappeared before him and he was left alone once more. As he pondered what the child had said a new figure appeared, seemingly from the mists. This time it seemed that time had passed for the figure still possessed silvery locks that framed a pale thin face. The eyes had grown sharp, calculating. They still possessed the violet color as the small child had, yet they seemed to be clouded over with an icy barrier. Darker than before they still retained the beauty they had before, something that would cause head to turn and stare at the youth. The seemingly seventeen year old retained a posture that screamed confidence and authority. His lean figure seemed too thin though, his face too sharpened by the world. The voice that spoke this time had lost the soft childlike quality and picked up a new tone, one laden with sarcasm so thick it seemed to drip from each word he spoke.
"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back but still dismay got it sacked. Cat's have nine lives, eight more to go."
The teen smirked and held up eight thin fingers, elegant enough to be a piano player's or violinist. Pale and ghostly they seemed, yet they held a grace as he began to trail invisible sign's and symbols in the air before giving another smirk and disappearing with a mocking bow. Ryou felt even more puzzled than before and was about to scream from frustration when another figure appeared. This time oddly familiar yet not. The same silvery hair draped around the slim shoulders, face pale as ever. His pose was striking and intimidating, but it was the eyes that caught Ryou's attention. No longer did they hold the beautiful violet as before but a sharp garnet that pierced his soul and seemed to take in everything his mind thought or said. Cold intelligence poured from them and still he could see the mocking sarcasm that floated in their depths. His lips curved to an icy smile before letting words spill from them. The sarcasm had lost its edge but was replaced with a tone so cold and icy he could feel his very bones shiver.
"It takes great courage to die, but greater courage to live."
He then turned away from Ryou, ivory locks flying in the shadowed world before him before walking away, his footsteps calculating. His long fingers flicked towards him before resting at his side, pale marble that gleamed with inhuman beauty in the dark. His eyes widened for a moment and one name passed by his lips before he fell into the dreamless slumber of sleep.
"Bakura..."
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I made it nice and long for all of you and I hope you enjoyed that chapter! It's break now for me, so yay! I shall take this time to indulge myself in fanfic's and write up a storm! I feel really bad for not updating for so long, but please forgive me! I had exams! Anyways, four more days to my birthday! Yay! I hope that this chapter wasn't too weird and I hope you enjoyed it! Please read and review and I'll try to write up the next chapter soon! Ja ne!
Oh, P.S the quote that I used, "It takes great courage to die, but greater courage to live" I got something like that out of a book I read called "Samurai's Garden" by Gail Tsukiyama and it helped me through a rough time when I had been really depressed and actually did have thoughts about suicide. It means a lot to me and I hope to bring the same impact to you as well. Please appreciate what you have in this world, for not all have what you have. Count your blessings and mean what you say for they have a greater impact than what you might think, and really think about what that quote says. [Now I got all emotional and sentimental...]
