Er... Long time to update and I'm sorry about that. I've just gone into a new and very busy year at school, coursework sucks... Anywho, 7th chapter here for you happy-chans, hope you like...

severn: Hate

Ryou went into his old room after fleeing from Bakura, tears once again streaming from his eyes. Why did he do it? Why did he run? He was kissing Bakura and he ran! Why?! The light had wanted it so much, for it not to be just some kiss like he and his other half had done before, he wanted it to actually mean something... And that did.

Maybe it scared him. To feel something so strong and so sudden did jolt a slight fear inside the hikari, but to him, that was no reason to run. Yet he still did.

"You baka..." Ryou muttered to himself as he leaned back against the door of his old room, tears streaming from his eyes as he pictured Bakura's face. The pained, hurt look in the dark's eyes stung his heart, burning him from the inside out the more he thought about it.

Thinking about it only caused him misery, which made anger and self-hatred engulf the young hikari.

"Such a baka!" Ryou suddenly yelled out, slamming his fists against the door in anger, "Why... Why?!" he collapsed against the wood, the tears falling faster as he cried his braking heart out.

Resting with his forearms and forehead against the door, Ryou cried and cried his vision blurry as he stared at the pale floor. A tear falling to the ground and stiffled moans escaped the cotton-haired teen as he realised more and more how stupid he had been for running away. He knew for certain Bakura would hate him for doing so.

Bakura didn't move. His arm still rested against the wall as he stood facing it, utterly shocked on what had just happened. He stared down at the wall before him, his mouth slightly open as if it were still at his light's lips. Why? Why had he run? The Yami swallowed hard as he thought about the possibilities. Did he scare him, was he to forceful, did he take it to fast... Did Ryou not want it? The spirit slid his arm down the wall until it was back at his side. He'd done it now. Ryou would never want him after that; it was clear from the simple fact that the light pulled away from the kiss.

The platinum-haired Yami sighed as he turned from the wall and looked at the open door of the room, his eyes gazing out onto the landing as if he didn't know what was around the corner. Should he go and speak to him, apologise maybe? Yes. That was probably the best thing to do, and to Bakura, it was the least he could do to make it up to Ryou.

Running his hands back through his hair, Bakura made his way out of the bedroom and down the landing to Ryou's old room where he heard the muted moans of his lighter half. He'd made him cry.

Again.

Why did he always do that? Bakura shook his head slightly as if he was in disbelief. That's all he ever did. Always he made his other half cry. He caused him pain, agony and hurt, never once compassion and love. Just pain. Why? The spirit never meant it. He never wanted to do the things he used to do to Ryou, never. But he still did. His anger always took control of him, yet he fought to keep his emotions at bay, the only counter attack he could conger up was anger. Ryou had said it himself; the only feelings Bakura ever showed were anger and hate. Why was he the way he was? Why couldn't he just show his true feelings?

It's his entire fault... Bakura thought to himself as his fists clenched.

Ryou was right, and he still was. Hate. Bakura hated himself so, so much. How much he hated himself for doing the things he had done, and did. He hated it how he couldn't change, and no matter how much he begged his mind to let him, how much he pleaded to anyone who could help him, he hated it that no one ever answered and he knew all to well, no one ever would.

Bakura turned on his heels and went back into their bedroom, sitting down on the bed with his elbows on his knees. His hands were shaking. Why? That had never happened to him before. He held his hands over his knees and stared down at them in disbelief. It was then that he started to feel damp on his cheek.

No. Bakura was crying.

"I..." the Yami muttered to himself as he wiped his eye and looked at his hand. A small, thin trail of wetness stretched across his skin.

Bakura's mouth fell open slightly as he just stared at his hand, only to find more tears slowly spilling from his eyes. He'd never cried, not once in his life. He was new to the feeling yet it felt so... Right. It felt normal to be crying at a time like this, to hate yourself so much for constantly hurting the one you're meant to protect and love with everything you had, crying... Seemed to be the only answer.

Ryou was now on the floor, leaning back against the door with his head tilted backwards. The tears still streamed from his eyes as Bakura's face remained on his thoughts. No matter how much he tried, the light couldn't get the pained eyes away and stop them from staring back at him. The light slowly shut his eyes, sobbing silently as the tears gathered in his closed lids.

He hates me... I wanted it so much... I wanted him so much... So, so much and now I never will... Ryou thought silently to himself, but... Then...Why should he have me? After all he's done to me, the pain and misery he's put me through... And yet my feelings never changed... Why? Why do I constantly give him chance after chance? No... He... Doesn't... Deserve, another...

The light couldn't believe what he was thinking, but he still knew it was true. Bakura had hurt him so much over the years, yet his love only ever got stronger, and hatred never once filled his thoughts.

Until now.

Why? Why hadn't he realised it before? The pain, agony, misery, hurt... The countless days that Ryou had wanted nothing more to leave it all behind, and the countless times he had said, it'll all pass. But it never did. Bakura was still angry with him, Bakura was still nasty, and Bakura was still heartless.

Until then.

That moment, that kiss showed him something that he thought he'd never see. Bakura showed he cared. Maybe that was the reason Ryou put up with him? The small flicker of hope that Bakura would, and could change. Maybe... But only maybe.

Ryou sighed and opened his tear-filled eyes and started at the opposite wall with blurred vision. He loved Bakura so much he hated him. But... Who in their right mind couldn't love his Yami? So devious and sexy. His voice always calm and smooth yet permanently hinted with a seductive tint. His body, nothing but perfect, skin so soft, and his eyes so deep. Filled with emotions that never surface, so many unanswered questions' floating about in his chocolate depths grabbed Ryou whenever he gazed into them. And just, the way he was. That entranced the light the most. Simply Bakura's actions and attitude. So strong and pride filled, never letting anything get in his way or anyone change him, Ryou admired that, Ryou loved that. The sly aura that Bakura gave off brought out the deepest lust inside of the hikari, the way the spirit just looked at him. That smirk. The most sinister smile Ryou had ever seen was also the most caring in his eyes. Mostly everyone else saw Bakura as an evil person who only looks out for himself not caring who he hurt along the way, but Ryou knew better. Ryou knew the real Bakura, the Bakura that was just as vulnerable as he was. The only difference, the Yami was better, a lot better, at simply hiding it.

The thought that Bakura now hated him continued to sting his heart. Once again, his Yami had hurt him, even if he never meant to, he still did. Ryou was fed up with it. He was fed up with the constant nag of agony inside of him, the constant void of depression that followed him round like a shadow.

"I... Hate him..." Ryou muttered to himself, though his voice was filled with doubt. How could he hate Bakura? But... He did. Only now had he thought about his other half in this way, only now had he put all the things that have happened between them together, and only now had he realised they were filled with so many bad memories.

Ryou shook his head to try and banish the thoughts from his mind, yet they wouldn't go. He wanted to talk to someone, but there was no one. He couldn't talk to Bakura right now, he couldn't even bare to look at him, knowing that one glimpse of those eyes he'd forget everything all over again.

But, there was one person he could go to, and they'd defiantly listen. He used to visit him all the time, but then he stopped for some reason, yet they were still good friends.

Sighing, Ryou pushed himself to his feet and left the old bedroom, carelessly dragging his hands across the wall as he went. The light walked silently along the landing, stopping at the edge of the bedroom doorway, as the door was open slightly. He swallowed hard before slightly peeping through the crack to see Bakura sitting on the bed, head in his hands.

A small gasp escaped Ryou when Bakura casually lifted his head to wipe his eyes.

"He's..." the light muttered when he saw tiny tears slowly rolling down the spirits cheeks, "Wha..."

Ryou suddenly felt himself feeling lower than low, a stampede of guilt crashing into him at full force as tears streamed from his eyes. He quickly span on his heels and ran down the landing, the stairs, along the hallway and through the front door into the open Street and early hours of the morning.

Bakura's eyes shot towards the doorway when he heard the front door slam. Quickly gathering himself to his feet he went over to the window, gazing out to see his hikari walking down the street, constantly looking over his shoulder as if in fear.

"Ryou..." the Yami whispered to himself as he lightly put his hand on the window, his breath steaming the glass and blurring Ryou's faint outline as he vanished down the road.

Ryou crossed his arms as he walked, glancing over his shoulder as he went. His breathing was slightly heavier than usual, the coldness of the morning making goose bumps appear on his am and his breath visible in the air.

Crossing the street, the light picked up his pace to a fast walk down the street, wanting to get there as quick as he could. Glancing back again, he felt as if he was being followed.

Stop scaring yourself Ryou... No one's out this early... the light muttered in thought as he walked, getting nearer and nearer, eventually arriving at the end of the driveway.

With tears still rolling, Ryou went up to the door and knocked softly so not to disturb the rest of the neighbourhood.

No answer.

"Please..." the light muttered as he knocked again, a bit louder, and this time he saw the light inside flicker on.

A blonde clumsily rummaged through his keys to unlock the front door before opening it.

"What the fu- Ryou?" Malik asked with wide eyes when he saw the crying hikari before him.

"Malik... Can... Can I come in please?" the light asked timidly as he harshly rubbed his chocolate orbs.

The Egyptian instantly nodded and took Ryou's hand leading him inside and shutting the door behind him.

"This way," the blonde mused as he led the other light through the hallway into the living room and sitting him down on the couch.

"Ryou, what's wrong?"

Ba dum tish! Heheh hoped you like it my happy-chans, and sorry again for the lateness of updating... And so you know, theres about 5 or 6 chapters left of this fic, that is if I go with the first plot I made, but if I go with the second, there's about 8-9 chapters... So tell me which one you want, longer or shorter... You decide! Heheh

R&R

S4K