Um... Sorry I was so long. I'm staying at my sisters house this week so I haven't had the chance to get online that much. And I re-wrote this chapter because it didn't work out right, but I hope it has now...

So yeah... Here's the 3rd chapter and I hope you like it

chapter 3: Pain

Ryou was sitting in the back garden, softly strumming on his guitar as he did so. He was never allowed to play inside. Bakura said it gave him a head ache whenever the light played. He tried to make Ryou get rid of his guitar altogether. But instead the two eventually came up with a deal and the hikari had to sell his electric guitar to buy an acoustic because it was quieter and he could only play outside. Not that Ryou was bothered about it, he did like being outside, and he had grown quite fond of his acoustic guitar. So that's what the light did. Whenever his Yami was out for a long time he just sat outside, playing whatever tunes came to mind. And on a few occasions when Bakura had come home through the back gate, he had heard some of Ryou's songs and even admitted that they were 'all right'.

The cotton-haired teen sighed as he sat back against the small oak he was leaning against, his eyes lightly close as he let his thoughts wander and like always they settled on his other half. Ryou groaned with frustration for letting himself think about him when he was meant to be having 'his time'.

Ryou opened his eyes as he looked down the garden towards the house, his stare trailing up to the window of his and Bakura's room. He sat there just staring at the window into the dusk blue room. The hikari breathed softly as he remembered the nights he and Bakura spent together. The nights when it was nothing but perfect. The nights when they pretended nothing was wrong and everything was right. That no one ever ran in fear and no one hurt. Those were the nights Ryou treasured with all his heart. The feeling of having Bakura so close to him, the sensation of the dark's skin against his still sent a shiver up Ryou's spine. And how he loved it.

But then, the light's thoughts once again began to wander. Why couldn't it be like that all the time? Why couldn't he and Bakura be closer and not hurt one another? It was then that small tears began to gather in Ryou's chocolate eyes. His emotions began to trail out, and he cursed himself for letting it happen. He was so weak. Why couldn't he handle a few memories? Was it because they were more than just memories to him? It was. They were so much more. They were a simple desire. Ryou yearned for the past to be the future and it stung his heart to know it could never happen.

But could it?

Ryou swallowed hard as an idea came to mind. Confront Bakura. Was it too risky? If he revealed all to his darker half, he could be hated even more than he thought he was. But there's always a chance, and the hikari was going to take it. Put on a brave face; show no fear and if not for himself, then for Bakura.

Bakura walked slowly down the sidewalk back home. His thumbs, like always, hooked in the belt hoops of his jeans as his jacket flowing back in the wind. The darker half turned the corner to his street and he frowned at the fact his house was at the other end. Why couldn't we live this end? He thought to himself as he carried on walking.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly when he saw a few children playing in the streets ahead of him and his moaned slightly in annoyance. Bakura wasn't exactly fond of children. If they were sitting silently and still he could handle it. But if they were running around his ankles, screaming and shouting then he just despised them.

Bakura sighed as he neared the youths ahead of him; they were kicking a small blow-up ball all over the place. The spirit got to them and he made sure to stay clear of whoever it was that had the ball.

It was the exact moment Bakura crossed the street that, who he assumed, was the youngest of the group kicked the ball as hard as he could. The Yami spotted it from the corner of his eyes heading in his direction. Without even turning to face it, he simply raised his hand and caught the ball with ease.

The children 'oo-ed' and 'ahh-ed' as the spirit turned to face them, a devilish glint in his eyes instantly wiped the smiles of the youth's faces.

"Um... Mister can we have our ball back?" the one who kicked it asked, frowning at the dark.

Bakura just snickered at the look on the boys face.

"Give it back!" a girl suddenly squeaked out stomping her foot.

Bakura rolled his eyes, "Why? What you gonna' do about it?" he asked in a mocking tone. And he had to admit teasing them was quite amusing and it much reminded him of when he teased Malik, except for the lack of cursing.

The girl frowned hard at Bakura before she jumped forward, landing on his foot.

"You little shit!" Bakura blurted out and the children gasped with shock, much to the dark's confusion, "What?"

"You said a bad word mister," a very small boy said, looking up at said other through his glasses.

"And... Haven't you kids ever said a 'bad word' before?" Bakura asked with a smirk and they all shook their heads frantically. This could get even more entertaining.

"Well then. You aren't getting your ball back thanks to the little brat over there got it?"

All the children moaned and groaned with disapproval, as another girl stepped forward. Her hair was a light strawberry colour, freckles covering her nose as her black-rimmed glasses magnified her bright green eyes.

"Give us the ball," she stated simply, her voice very mature for her age.

Bakura cocked a brow at her, "And who might you be?"

"Aya, and you?"

"Let's just say I'm the mean kid on the street," Bakura said, causing everyone but Aya to gulp.

"That won't work on me Mister. Now, give us the ball before I go get my Mother," Aya demanded.

"Oh, your Mother," Bakura mocked and he was quickly becoming bored of his little game.

"Ball. Now," Aya demanded again.

"Fine." Bakura stated as he dug his claw like nails into the ball that popped with ease in his grip.

"Nooo!" the children whined.

Bakura rolled his eyes as he dropped the rubbery blob to the floor and turned on his heels to leave.

"Little shits..." he muttered to himself, but made sure the youths heard it and much to his amusement they all gasped in union.

"Fuck!" Bakura shouted at the top of his voice, grinning with satisfaction when the children all fled into the back gate of a near by house.

Ryou's eyes widened slightly when he heard someone shouting in the street, and judging by the word itself he knew Bakura had been tormenting the children on their street... Again.

The hikari sighed softly as he got to his feet, making sure his face wasn't red to show he had been crying earlier. He then picked up his guitar and headed inside, just as he heard the front door shut.

"Back!" Bakura called simply, just to let his other half know he was home.

"I know..." a soft voice emitted from the doorway of the living room.

The spirits eyes lifted to where he heard the voice and he saw Ryou leaning against the doorframe.

"Where've you been?" Ryou asked, even though he knew perfectly well.

"Out," Bakura replied as he hung up his jacket.

"Out where?" the hikari asked again.

"Just out all right," Bakura hissed, his good mood suddenly vanishing as he walked past his light into the living room.

"Whatever Yami... I need to talk to you," Ryou said emotionlessly.

"About what?" Bakura asked as he stopped in his tracks and turned on his heels before he entered the kitchen.

"Well come here and you'll find out," the hikari said simply.

Bakura frowned, "Whatever..." he muttered as he leaned back against the wall.

"I think you'd want to sit for this."

"I'll stand," the Yami hissed.

Ryou sighed with frustration as fear began to engulf him. Telling Bakura something like this when he was in a bad mood was by far one of the scariest things Ryou had done.

"Fine then. Bakura..." Ryou paused, not knowing how to put it, "... How... do you think of me?"

"What... Your my hikari," Bakura said shrugging.

"Not that... Just, what do you think of me?"

Bakura's body instantly froze at the question as the thought of telling the truth came to mind, but he just couldn't do it. Uncontrollably the Yami just replied.

"You're all right."

"Bakura please, everything is all right to you now just tell me," Ryou demanded rolling his eyes at his darker halves answer.

"What? That is what I think of you."

"Really. That's it is it?" Ryou asked, folding his arms.

Bakura nodded and Ryou sighed.

"Ok then that's it. So you don't think I'm nice or nasty, or good or bad... Just all right?!" Ryou suddenly snapped.

"For Ra's sake Ry why do you want to know?!" Bakura snapped back.

"Because I do..." the hikari said, calming himself down.

"Why?" Bakura questioned.

"I was going to tell you but just forget it ok..." Ryou said softly, averting his eyes to the floor.

"No. Tell me why you asked me that," Bakura demanded in a stern voice.

"Because!" Ryou shouted out.

"Because what?!" Bakura yelled back.

"Because I love you!" Ryou screamed out, his eyes instantly widening as he slapped a hand to his mouth.

The spirit blinked a few times, and suddenly found himself speechless as a million thoughts raced through his mind. Did Ryou say that, or was it him just imagining things? Did Ryou mean it? Could things work? Should he say it back?

No.

"What did... You... Say?" Bakura asked, his eyes softening as he looked at Ryou.

Ryou sighed, softly biting his lip. He never intended it to come out like that. He wanted to say it softly and calmly, not screaming at his other half because he was annoyed with him.

"I love you..." Ryou whispered, "...That's why I wanted to know..."

Bakura swallowed hard as his light's head slowly raised, their eyes meeting.

"Ryou... I..." the Yami started, but was cut off when he saw tears gather in Ryou's eyes.

"Ryou..." Bakura mused as he instantly stepped forward and took said other into his arms, holding him close as Ryou clung to the taller one, grasping a fistful of his shirt as he buried his face into his chest.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Yami... I shouldn't have said that..." Ryou said in a muffled voice, still clinging to Bakura as if his life depended on it.

"No... Don't be sorry..." Bakura whispered, gently caressing Ryou's back as he rested his chin on top of the light's head.

"D-don't you hate me?"

"Ry please. Why would I hate you?"

"Be-because you already do..."

Bakura's eyes instantly widened when he heard Ryou. Malik was right. Ryou thought he hated him.

"Hikari, I don't hate you all right so don't think like that," Bakura stated and Ryou nodded his head against his chest.

"What... Do you t-think of me then?" Ryou asked, lifting his head to look at Bakura.

"I... I don't know..."

"Bakura tell me."

"I can't Ryou," Bakura said, stepping away from his light, their eyes instantly meeting.

"Why?" Ryou whispered.

"I just can't ok," Bakura hissed fighting back his emotions that threatened to surface.

"WHY?! Bakura tell me! You either hate me or not! Which is it?!" Ryou demanded, his eyes streaming with tears.

"Neither!" Bakura snapped back.

"Then what is it then?! What else could it be?!" Ryou screamed.

"Fine then! I hate you all right?! I fucking hate you! I hate you as my hikari! I hate living with you! I hate it how your so weak! I FUCKING HATE YOU! HAPPY?!" Bakura yelled at the top of his voice, his eyes wide when he realised what he had said.

Ryou broke down in more tears as his bottom lip began to tremble as he stared at the spirit before him.

"Bakura... Please d-"

"Don't Bakura please me hikari! You wanted an answer and you got one! So fucking deal with it!" Bakura shouted before turning on his heels and going upstairs to his room, slamming the door with force just as Ryou collapsed to his knees in tears.

oO;; Ooooh fight... Bakura said mean things... Heheh hoped you liked it, and I continued the longness of the chapters heheh

R&R!!

S4K