Yumi: I'm back again with another new chapter! (cough) Sorry guys that I'm being so slow.
Bakura: She's been a lazy ass ever since. Plus, she gets alot of writer's block.
Yumi: Yup. (innocent smile)
Bakura: Uh, this chapter...
Yumi: Omigod, yes thanks for mentioning that. This chapter took me forever to write xx;
Bakura: Writer's block again?
Yumi: Not as worse from before (sweatdrops) Plus, I finally added the romance chapter you guys were waiting on! oO; Of course the pairing is none other than... ((squeals))
Bakura: ....Don't say it. I already know.
Yumi: You know you like it.
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Chapter 17: Loving you
"Moshi Moshi?" Ryou picked up the phone and answered.
"Hey Ryou! I'm having a new year's party over at the game shop tonight, do you want to come?" Yuugi asked excitedly.
"Sure Yuugi," Ryou smiled. "What time?"
"Um, about 7:00." Yuugi replied on the other end. "Oh, and... ask Bakura if he wants to too."
"He wouldn't mind anyways." Ryou told him happily.
"Okay, that's great. I guess I'll see you both later then."
"Okay, bye."
"Ja!"
New years eve...
We were to have a party over at Yuugi's place with every body invited, including Kaiba as well. It was alot of fun, and I was glad to see everyone again...
We all shared resolutions with each other for the new year that night before everyone decided to leave. Yuugi's resolution was to be a stronger person both in faith and strength, Joey's was to be a better duelist, Honda and duke wanted to build a relationship with Shizuka, Anzu's was to be more focused on her dancing career, and well... mine was....
"Who wants to go first!" Joey blurted exactly out loud in front of the whole group.
"It doesn't matter." Anzu replied.
"Yuugi! You go." Joey grinned.
"Me?" Yuugi squeaked softly. "Okay, I guess I'll start then. My resolutions for this year.... is to be more focused on school, and, um, I guess be stronger."
"Stronger in what?" Joey asked curiously. "Be stronger in situations when tough things come up." Yuugi replied happily.
"That's all?"
"I don't really have much..."
"Okay, I guess I'll go next." Joey announced. "My resolutions for this year to be a better duelist..." the blonde boy said quietly, closing his eyes. "SO I CAN KICK SOME ASS!" he suddenly screamed while raising a fist in the air. The boy grinned and laughed maniacally. Everyone else except Bakura and Kaiba instantly fell to the ground, groaning softly.
"Just for that reason?" Yuugi asked while laughing nervously, getting back onto the seat he fell off of and rubbing the back of his head.
"I didn't know puppy dog was a bad duelist." Kaiba smirked, crossing his arms.
"What?! I never said that I was bad Kaiba!" Joey shrieked furiously.
"You don't have to hide it you know..." the brown haired teen chuckled coldly. Joey growled, and everyone laughed.
"Well then, I guess I'll go next since it's my turn." Duke smiled.
"Go ahead Duke." Yuugi smiled.
"My resolution for this year is to show this girl more how I feel about her, and hopefully build some sort of close relationship with her someday."
By any chance your not talking about Shizuka, are you? Because it's funny that we both have the same exact resolution." Honda asked annoyingly, jealousy in his voice.
"Maybeee...." the black haired teen taunted. "Besides, it's none of your business."
"What?! I deserve to know dice boy!" Honda shaked his fist in front of Duke's face.
"Did I just hear some jealousy in your voice Honda?" Duke taunted sarcastically.
"Of course not!" Honda blushed madly, getting odd stares.
"Then shut up." Duke grinned innocently. "That does it Duke!"
The boy wasn't too good at reflex as Honda immediately attacked him, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck and literally choking him. Ryou and the others stared at them speechless, seeing the two boys struggling roughly and boisterously with one another. Bakura, unamused, only leaned his head against the wall behind and gave them a curious look with half closed eyes.
"Is there anyone else who haven't gone yet?" Yuugi scratched his head.
"Bakura hasn't!" Joey pointed quickly.
It wasn't too long for Bakura to come to realize the fact that every pair of eyes were now laid staring upon him. The boy began to get slightly nervous in public.
"What's yours Bakura?" Yuugi smiled. Bakura wasn't expected when nods were instantly given from the whole group, gesturing him to say something out of his mouth; this surprised him greatly.
"I, um..."
"Don't you have anything?" Joey asked curiously.
"I... my resolution for the new year is to..." Bakura spoke hesitantly. "Try to be a better person..."
Everyone was completely silent, however, Ryou was the only person out of the whole group to smile at him, and Bakura noticed the look on his face.
"Wow..." Honda scratched his head. "Never knew it was in you..." Anzu shoved him in the side. "Ouch!" Bakura gazed down at the ground.
"Oh, what about you Ryou?" Yuugi asked.
"Me?" Ryou laughed nervously, now the one to get the attention. "Well..."
"Is it something big?" Joey questioned curiously. "C'mon, tell us." The blonde teen grinned.
"It's nothing much..." Ryou smiled softly. "...Just to be more closer with everyone." he finished quietly.
"Aww, Ryou..." Anzu smiled.
"I-It's really nothing. Just... something that came into my mind."
When everyone except Yuugi looked at me with such curiosity written all over their faces, I knew exactly then what they were thinking... it wasn't bad, neither was it a good sign, something that I really couldn't identify clearly enough for me to realize for sure, but also confusing. I could tell that no one never actually knew what I was talking about. I wanted to tell everyone exactly what I told Yuugi the other night, but I realized it was also difficult for me to expose myself so openly, and unexpectedly. After the party was finally over, I returned back home with Bakura late at night, when I suddenly got a phone call from someone about some news, a news that shocked me so much...
"Hello?" Ryou answered, picking up the phone.
"Ryou?" a man's voice spoke at the other end.
"Y-Yes. Who's this?" Ryou stopped to pause for a moment before finishing his sentence.
"Hi Ryou, do you remember me?"
"...You sound very familiar, but i'm not sure." Ryou explained.
"I'm the same docter you saw me a couple of months ago." the man smiled.
"Oh! Yes... it's been a while." Ryou gently nodded.
"Yes, it has." the young man chuckled softly.
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Bakura sat quietly on Ryou's bed, waiting for the boy to come upstairs to his own room. Bakura gazed down at the ground beneath him, sighing softly, before slowly glancing out the window sitting behind him for him to notice that it was snowing again. The yami returned his attention back to his previous position, being bored again at the thought that the day was almost over. The boy glanced around the room carelessly, until he spotted a small book laying beside the desk. Again, that same black journal he had found and read the other night when Ryou was asleep.
"I forgot all about this..." Bakura spoke to himself mentally. He carefully grabbed it into his hands and opened it to where he had stopped his place before. A small bookmark was placed between the middle pages to the lastm where Ryou kept his most recent entries written down, although, it didn't really matter, because Bakura was more interested in reading his thoughts any day.
December 31, 2004
(Ryou's voice)
Bakura......
The more I think about it... the more it slowly breaks me apart inside of me everytime I do. I go through it every single night, just sitting in my room while I'm alone, thinking, and wondering constantly that I can't get it out of my head no matter what. And then sometimes I'll just lose that control and start to break down uncontrollably at the end, crying to myself as I can't control it. The feelings and emotions deep inside me are too much for me to handle through... I may hide it, instead replaced by my usual happy smiling face, but the fake image mask outside is what really hides all the sorrowful truth within me. He just doesn't know that I do... if only he knew how much I truely felt, he would understand, but sadly, he doesn't even have the slightest clue.
And then... when I see him again, I'll smile again. When he cooked for me early this morning I couldn't believe the fact, and then I knew for myself that right there... I couldn't allow myself to tell and explain to him what I was going through at the moment... not yet...
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"So, what did you call for Doctor?" Ryou asked.
"Ryou..." the man's voice grew more serious.
"Yes?"
"...How have you been feeling lately?" he asked genuinely.
"...I'v been fine." Ryou replied, smiling.
"Ryou, please tell me the truth." The man frowned.
"Well, sometimes I feel alright, but sometimes I don't, but I'v been taking medicines as well."
"Are you struggling through alot?"
"Not really these days, but I'm sure I'm okay... for now..." Ryou sighed softly.
"Ryou, the reason why I called you was because..." he paused.
"What is it?" Ryou asked curiously, half suspicious.
"...We still haven't found out what we're going to do with you... in other words, Ryou, we still haven't found the right cure for you." The docter informed gently.
"...W-What?" Ryou spoke more quietly.
"It's been a while hasn't it, and it's getting worse. Am I correct?" the man asked again.
"Y-Yes, it is." Ryou responded shakily.
"Ryou, I'm sorry to say this, but I'm afraid it's already too late to do anything now..." he spoke more softly.
"But... why? Can't you do anything at all?" Ryou stuttered frantically, voice slightly trembling.
"Well, the only hope for you is that if you will be able to get a heart transplant from someone who is willing to donate one to you, but at the moment we haven't found anyone.."
"A... transplant?" Ryou's eyes widened.
"Yes, but it's really rare now. The other choice is that if you don't get it, you'll... die. There is no other way except that one option." he forced himself to inform the boy. Ryou, speechless for himself, was obviously shocked by the awful news. The boy almost choked out a small cry through the phone, difficult for him to actually believe what he was hearing.
"I'm sorry to tell you this Ryou. I just... had to let you know." the man apologized gently, growing worried for the boy.
"I-It's okay..." Ryou responded polietly. "...Thanks anyways. Please excuse me, I have to go now."
"Take care Ryou."
The boy hung up the phone, dropping it to the ground by the cord hanging above. Ryou instantly fell to his knees on the ground, pure shock written across all over his miserable face. It wasn't too long until he began sobbing softly and quietly, but he somehow couldn't let it all out at once right at the very moment, and he wasn't for sure why...
"W-Why..." Ryou whispered softly, repeating the same question over again inside his head, fisting his hands into the ground.
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When Ryou returned back to the room, he noticed Bakura was sitting on top of the bed calmly gazing outside the window with his own composure, but mixed with a small amount of sadness as well. He sat motionless and silently, impressing somewhat he was actually enjoying the scene and view outside the fogged glass. From the side view of where Ryou was currently standing, he saw his yami blink a couple of times from behind his white bangs that fell loosely over his attractive facial features. Bakura closed his eyes and sighed softly.
Ryou gave out a small wave to catch his attention, but the boy guessed that he didn't really notice him, and he slightly arched his brow upward. It seemed to Ryou that Bakura almost lost himself since it looked like he was too busy watching the snowflakes randomly fall to the ground one by one, judging by the calm expression he had on his face. But Ryou couldn't help but only smile. The teen continued to stare at him, leaning his back against the wooden door and wrapping his arms around his waist. He continued to watch Bakura with some sort of amusement that was casted upon his now staring eyes.
Finally noticing Ryou's presence and allowing the curtain to fall back again in its own place, Bakura instantly drew his attention back and his eyes focused back to him. The darker boy stared for a couple of seconds, revealing his rare and unusual more softened brown eyes that now appeared to be alot similar to Ryou's. He slightly opened his mouth to appear like he was going say something, but he reluctantly backed down. Ryou soon saw a small smile slowly spreading its way across his lips in return. No, it wasn't the usual evil smirk this time that was always played viciously upon his lips, but a real genuine smile that the boy saw him never do before. Ryou always wondered and imagined what his smile would look like, and he wanted to see it for once---he wondered if it really looked much similar to his own, however, he was wrong. It looked completely different, but it was still real soft and gentle. Finally taking his eyes off him, Bakura turned his attention back to the window in front of him.
For Ryou to see him like this, it bothered him. Bakura hadn't really talked to him all day ever since they both came back from the party. Slowly approaching his darker half, he finally made the decision to just sit down next to him on the bed. Ryou sighed softly before glancing back at the same window Bakura stared outside a minute ago.
"It's beautiful...isn't it?"
"Well duh. Why else would I be looking at it then?" Bakura scoffed, but of course Ryou knew he was only joking by the soft laugh he forced out at the end. Ryou smiled at him, shifting his body more closely to Bakura's. Ryou rested his head against him, and Bakura felt his hand grasp his own. Bakura sighed once more before finally taking the boy's fingers to caress it with his own.
"It's too bad that it can't last forever. It's sad...isn't it?" Ryou's eyes closed halfway and he softly sighed out loud, frowning in mild depression.
"What? Snow isn't permanent?" Bakura blinked at him in a odd way.
"No, of course it's not. The only time when it would snow would only be during the cold seasons, so it's a really rare thing to actually see it even during in winter around here."
"Oh," the last smile on Bakura's face had been replaced by a frown deepened in disappointment at the thought.
"Hey... Bakura?"
"Hmm?" the darker boy replied back softly, still not bothering to take his eyes off the window.
"...I want to see it again someday. Do you think...you could be there to see it with me?" Ryou silently and patiently waited for his response. "I don't know how long that will take, but if I ever get the last chance at least..." Bakura finally took his eyes off the window, looking down at him. Ryou only smiled back.
"Do you promise?" Ryou was speaking too softly for Bakura to even barely hear. He smiled at the darker boy.
"Wait, your saying that ll this could disappear sooner or later?" Bakura asked slowly with the sudden hesitation in his voice. Ryou slowly nodded to his question.
"What...do you mean by last chance...?" Bakura finally asked hesitantly, although he already knew well exactly what the boy was relating the subject to.
Bakura then slowly turned his head towards to the youth's own direction to face and stare down at him, for him to now realize that Ryou already had several tears glistening in his eyes, and it shocked him. Complete dead silence then suddenly took over as none of them even spoke a single word afterwards, until Bakura finally spoke.
"Ryou.... what's wrong?" he gestured comfortingly with his rare soft and gentle voice, carefully grabbing the boy's shoulder with his hands. He slowly pulled Ryou back away from him, allowing himself to come in better contact with him.
"..I can't...I just can't..." Ryou spoke more slowly through quiet sobs. He kept his head low in an attempt to keep his eyes away from Bakura.
It even surprised Ryou himself that he began letting out loud sobs at the end, and he soon realized that tears started cascading down his face. The truth was.... that it took awhile for Ryou to finally realize for himself that he really did only have a small amount of time left to live after all these past months. His condition was already getting more worse every month, and it was already obvious that he couldn't make that promise with Bakura, but on the other hand he wanted to keep it as well. A strong emotion of sudden fear and frustration that Ryou couldn't desperately control gradually took over him. He was now afraid, just afraid of everything what could possibly happen sooner or later.
Ryou slowly slid his body off the bed he was sitting on. He felt his own shaking knees weaken as he soon fell and landed down onto the floor in a kneeling position. Ryou bawled more violently while burying his face into both of his trembling hands. Tears ran through past the small opening spaces between his fingers as he couldn't even control himself. Bakura, obviously unexpected, just stared at him with wide eyes.
He soon felt Bakura's presence kneel down beside his fallen body, and he didn't bother looking at him. Ryou continued crying miserably until he soon felt a warm hand touch and hold his face. The white haired boy slightly opened his eyes through the blurry vision that his tears had caused, and saw Bakura softly brushing his cheek to get rid of them.
Ryou couldn't handle going through this kind of situation----he knew it would hurt both him and Bakura greatly. Ignoring the hand holding his face, he quickly got back up on his feet to leave the room, but he didn't know Bakura stopped his own actions by grabbing his arm.
"Where are you going?" Bakura asked more firmly, eyes narrowing.
"It's none of your business, so just leave me alone." Ryou tried yet again to throw his arm away from Bakura's grip, however, the same result happened as well.
"You never answered my question!" Bakura was frustrated off by the boy's behaivor. This time he tried forcefully grabbing him by the shoulders and turned his body around to face him. Ryou had more tears welling up in his eyes, unexpected and shocked by Bakura's sudden change of behaivor. Bakura's eyes softened more again after noticing the look in his eyes.
"I-I...just..wanted to leave...is that wrong of---" Ryou stuttered fearfully, feeling his own voice break again at the end.
Not letting him finish his own sentence Bakura grabbed him quickly pulling him into a tight embrace, not even giving him any chance to break free what so ever. Ryou frantically tried pushing him off, but his arms were too strong. Ryou whimpered and whined more.
"Let me go!" his loud screaming mixed with the small choke of crys tore inside his throat. The boy violently dug his sharp nails deeper into the other boy's flesh, trying for the attempt to get away. Ignoring the horrible pain Bakura only held him more closely against his body, flinching occasionally, but never letting him go.
Finally giving up on himself, Ryou stopped struggling against his chest in failure and rested his head against Bakura's. He started crying into his shoulder and allowed all the emotional pain to freely escape inside him. His eyes shut tightly, making the new tears now freely rain down his face while a uncontrollable shaky hand grabbed onto the other boy's shoulder. Ryou's grip that had formed into both clenched fists tightened on the back of Bakura's now wrinkled shirt. He was confessing everything he had hid inside all along, and all his anger was then replaced and actually expressed that he never wanted Bakura to let go of him.
"Please...don't let go...please..." Bakura was even more surprised when Ryou finally returned the embrace by wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck, whimpering, and kissing him once affectionately on the neck sobbing desperately. "J-Just for t-tonight...only..."
Bakura's hand reached the back of his head, slowly pullng his lighter half closely to him. He gently stroked through the boy's soft hair with his fingers, however, Ryou only began crying more violently into him.
"Ryou..."
Bakura gently captured his chin, slowly lifting his face. A pair of innocent chocolate eyes stared back sorrowfully with the look of desperate pleading and nothing else, begging somewhat that he wanted Bakura to say something to him. Anything. Ryou swallowed, but the lump in his throat remained. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. More tears trickled down his face as he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the Bakura's response to be given to him.
Bakura gently and softly pressed his lips against the boy's. Ryou's eyes widened in shock as he wasn't even expected so soon, but the purpose soon defeated his own frustration mixed with anger, and he felt everything gradually melting away. He closed his eyes again, finally allowing himself to instead give into the comfortable warm feeling he was enjoying at the very moment.
A small desperate whimper was heard; the sound of pleading in which the crying boy wanted more of it. Ryou only wanted to be with him and love him, and thats all it mattered to him right now. The soft caressing hand holding his face gently stroked the tears away that continously slipped down his wet cheek. A couple of muscles in his throat twitched constantly, instantly caused by the struggle fighting against the uncontrollable sobs he tried to keep inside of himself, still, he continued to fail miserably and sorrowfully. As Bakura claimed his lips again, Ryou's tears kept flowing out of his closed eyes. He could not will them to stop no matter what.
Bakura gently kissed all his tears away----his pale and soft lips trailed lower down, following the glistening wet trail from the tear that led down to the youth's bottom jaw. Very tenderly he kissed it away.
"Let's only enjoy this last moment while we can..." Bakura whispered quietly against the other's lips. He lowered his head to start kissing the boy's neck passionately. Ryou tilted his head further back, allowing better access and advantage. He held the darker boy's head in his hands, bringing him closer against his own throat, breathing heavily, moaning softly, and whimpering desperately.
"Bakura.... please....." Ryou pleaded softly, wanting more contact.Bakura granted his request, removing his lips from the boy's throat and replacing them back on the teen's soft lips, kissing him again passionately once more. Bakura wrapped his arm around his shoulders and using the other to gently grasp Ryou's other free hand below, his own hand held and interlocked with the youth's. Fingers caressed each other both tenderly and softly---each gentle and slow stroking ones that expressed strong affection, yet, the touch was so passionate.
The kiss between them was never broken apart, except by the needing of breath they each took between the kisses imperceptibly at occasionally. Ryou moaned, deepening the kiss, sweet temptation growing more rapidly inside him. The white haired ex tomb robber unlocked his hand with the boy's to slowly roam down his slim waist, where he stroked his curves repeatedly with his skilled fingers.
Ryou shivered slightly against the touch momentarily, before finally regaining relaxation completely. Carefully, Bakura gently pressed his tongue against the other's soft lips, licking them softly. Ryou responded by parting his lips apart, allowing entrance into his mouth.
Ryou tilted his head and leaned his back against the wall, bringing the other boy closer against his body along with him. He gently stroked through Bakura's long mane, and Bakura caressed and rubbed the back of his neck firmly. Realizing for himself that the teen was growing more comfortable now, Bakura allowed himself to freely use his other free hand to slowly and carefully slide up the boy's stripped shirt, giving out and letting him know any signs of contact he was committing. Immediately, Ryou gasped in sudden alert and began whimpering insecurely in himself, at the fact that he had never experienced the feeling before.
"Bakura....please......" Ryou whined quietly, suddenly growing more uncomfortable at the situation, but Bakura instantly cut him off.
"Shh... it's okay. Just trust me and relax..." Bakura comforted gently, informing the teen he wasn't planning something odd or unusual so suddenly without any warnings. Truthfully freely admitting to his own self, Ryou was still very young and innocent, and he never experienced through such a great emotion before with someone. It felt nice, but he also had his own limits at other certain times, but although he did trust Bakura with all his heart.
Ryou finally nodded gently, allowing the other boy to continue his procedure. Bakura, satisfied, slowly ran his hand along the soft smooth skin beneath his shirt. Ryou shivered and trembled, feeling his other half's cold hand against his own warm bare chest. Bakura massaged and caressed his chest firmly. Literally, Ryou purred assidiously, enjoying the touch. He immediately arched his body into it, desiring more better access.
"Bakura...." Ryou moaned quietly, seemingly wanting more.
Bakura couldn't help himself but to only smirk slightly, knowing well that the boy was enjoying it after all. When he finally removed his hand from inside the teen's shirt, he wasn't expected to get a small, soft whine back. It soon revealed to him that Ryou wanted more, to be touched----to be comforted----to be loved...
Bakura noticed the desperate expression placed upon Ryou's face, and he frowned immediately. Bakura slowly reached out for his pale neck with both hands, and placed them around his throat as if he was going to suffocate the boy, however, he only wanted to touch the young teen. Slowly Ryou closed his eyes, enjoying that his yami was literally rubbing his fingers firmly against his relaxed muscles, and his head bent back almost instinctively.
"Bakura... I....."
"What is it...?" Bakura asked, continuing to caress him.
"I... want to touch you.... like the way you did for me...." he pleaded softly, bending towards to kiss him again. Never breaking the kiss, Bakura allowed him to take control, changing his position as he sat beneath the other. Ryou wrapped his arm around his slim waist, his lips pressed against Bakura's collarbone, nipping gently, and kissing softly.
Bakura groaned softly, tilting his head back as Ryou slowly trailed his tongue up his long throat until the boy finally reached and claimed Bakura's lips once more with his own. Ryou closed his eyes, licking them slowly and lustfully. Bakura groaned once more, arching beneath the teen's body, hands fisting into the carpet floor.
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Ryou sighed softly, bringing his legs closer to his chest for better warmth. He was staring up at the big and dark falling sky with fascination. He smiled momentairly. Bakura was sitting closely right beside him , also looking up into the sky. The bright shining moon was soon revealed behind the dark cloudy skies, casting different dark shadows beside the two boy's sitting forms. Him and Bakura had walked a long distance to get away from the house to where the two of them finally reached and sat silently on top of the small cliff; the same exact place where both of them came across a couple of days ago when Ryou wanted to show and surprise Bakura what snow looked like for the first time.
"Hey... it even looks more pretty in the night." Bakura allowed a small smile.
Ryou nodded gently in agreement. "Yeah...pretty." He sighed softly.
It wasn't too long until Bakura then suddenly felt Ryou's hand gently grasp his own. He stared down at his hand before glancing back up at the boy again.
"...Stay with me till the end. Please." Ryou spoke softly and gently, not taking his eyes off in front of him.
"...Not just till the end.... Always." Bakura closed his eyes.
Ryou slightly turned his head to look back at him, and smiled softly.
"Always then..." he agreed softly.
Bakura stared at him for a moment, before gently capturing his face. The darker boy kissed him tenderly on the lips once more while a small tear soon slowly cascaded down the Ryou's face, however, the small smile on Ryou's lips still remained.Bakura slowly pulled away, finally breaking the kiss. Ryou opened his eyes and stared back at him lovingly.
"Did I ever tell you that....your beautiful?"
"...No. You never told me." Ryou smiled, closing his chocolate eyes once more. He then slowly returned back the kiss by pressing his lips gently against the boy's own.
"But... I always thought you were." Ryou whispered softly against his lips. The hands still remained interlocked with each other, and none of them ever broke the kiss. Ryou wasn't really sure what to think. For Bakura to kiss him like this, with such an honest feeling of care behind his lips, it still even surprised Ryou greatly. Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was what he wanted. To be closer to Bakura and change him was his only goal, and now that Ryou had finally found and made that light to grow inside of him once again, he couldn't remember when he had ever felt so happy. They sat there on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by the falling snow intertwined in their sweet bliss. Bakura ruined the moment by breaking and kiss, and suddenly stood back up on his feet.
"Don't you think we should be heading back now? It's getting late." Bakura stretched his arms out tiredly.
"Good idea." Ryou agreed.
He gently grabbed and took my hand tightly in his as he first led the way by turning his back. We both held each other's hand while we continued walking back home, and he never let go...
We remained completely silent and none of us spoke a single word. I finally looked up to see the side of his face, for me to realize that his cold expression was still shown like usually. His face looked so gentle before, and now the next mintute it seemed that it had suddenly gotten back to that evil look once again.
But whenever he saw me looking at him.... he always smiled.