Well, I've been doing it: One chapter a night! I'm going to try and write this chapter in one hour! All my chapters have to be at least three and a half pages long, so an hour for that much? We'll see. And for the one who doesn't know what a "wry" expression was, look it up in the dictionary this site comes with points up to toolbar but for your own sake, I'll tell you its very first definition, because it says, "humorously sarcastic or mocking." That fits just fine now doesn't it. I don't need to correct anything, and congrats on learning a new word for your vocabulary.

"Do you really mean it?"

Bakura nodded slowly, holder Ryou tighter. Ryou struggled out of Bakura's firm gasp and turned around and pushed the hair out his face to see his face.

"I forgive you."

"I don't deserve to be forgiven. I should leave your life so I don't do anymore harm, let you start over."

"No! Bakura!" Ryou hugged Bakura and didn't let go, "No, you can't leave me! Not now!"

"Why Ryou... why won't you let me leave. You can move on without me..."

"Please Bakura, don't leave me... Don't leave me..."

Ryou began to sob into Bakura's chest uncontrollably, "Don't leave me... not now... You're all I have left, all I've ever known... Everyone has been leaving me, just when I start to care about them!"

Bakura felt another pang of sorrow. He knew what it was like... to lose someone you loved.

"Bakura... d..don't leave me, I love you! I love you like I loved my mother and baby sister before they died. I love you like I did father before he left and never came back! I love you, Bakura... don't go... please..."

Bakura's arms felt heavy at his sides, but the moment seemed just right, so he lifted them despite things and wrapped his arms back around Ryou, patting him.

"I won't leave you as long as you want me to stay..."

Ryou instantly relaxed and sniffled instead of sobbed. Bakura put his arms back down and reached out with one hand to grab the blankets and pull them around him and Ryou who was snuggled warmly into his lap. Ryou sighed, hardly believing this was real but hoping to God it was. Tears of both happiness and sadness swept down his cheeks.

They fell asleep that way, but neither was sure who drifted off first. Ryou was snuggled into Bakura's lap, and Bakura had his arms wrapped around Ryou. After his feet began to fall asleep and swell, he decided to lean over and lay down, still holding Ryou close like a teddy bear. His thoughts he tried best to keep empty, for he was too tired to face the true meaning of what Ryou had meant by 'love' nor the possibility of remembering... more things he had long since purposely forgotten... like his own family's murder.

Morning

Ryou woke up first, but decided not to move away from his 'captors' strong arms. He yawned a little and snuggled closer and fell back into his dreamy unaware of reality state. Bakura woke up next, to a ringing phone downstairs, but seeing as Ryou was asleep, and didn't want to disturb him, he just smiled and breathed in the heavenly smell of his light's hair and drifted back off to sleep. This happened countless times up until the point they were rudely awakened, somewhere around noon.

That wouldn't have happened, of course, if Yugi hadn't been worried about why Ryou hadn't answered his phone after several calls. So Yuugi and Yami (dressed in large light and dark blue puffy snow pants) came a knocking at the door of the house. Now, the snow outside was a good foot and half, much more than expected, said the weatherman that Yuugi had been listening to over breakfast. He'd called Ryou about, seeing if he needed help or wanted to come play in the snow. But he got neither a good or bad response, but not one at all was assumed even worse than a bad one.

Yami jumped on the chance of finding out it was Bakura's fault the phone had been ignored, so that is why they were now at Ryou's door. However, neither Bakura nor Ryou heard the knocking. And after a while, Yami decided to just open the door and search the house. Yuugi protested, but Yami insisted the door was unlocked. The house was as cold as it was outside.

Wandering in and out of several empty rooms they both wound up in the kitchen, in the midst of Ryou's unfinished homework. The last room, they knew was Bakura's room. And that door was closed. Yami insisted that at least one of them had to be up there, and that it wouldn't hurt to just look around. Eventually Yuugi agreed and they cautiously crept up the stairs and opened the door....

...to find Ryou embraced in Bakura's arms, both with content sleeping faces.

This, of course, was highly unanticipated.

Then again, they didn't have much time to react as Bakura's eyes opened simotaneously upon Yami's first step into the room, the aura of another Millennium Item had awoken Bakura via the Millennium Ring. Bakura shot a death glare at Yami, who was just as shocked as Yuugi.

"Can't you see we're asleep?" Bakura said in a hissed hush whisper, "It's rude to barge into someone's house, so you'd better get the heck out of here without waking my light, and I might just pass this off as a dream."

Yuugi wanted to ask, but didn't like the poisonous threat that came from Bakura so he tugged on Yami's arm and lead him away and shut the door quietly behind. They left, but this time Bakura couldn't drift back to sleep. Ryou awakened when Bakura shifted to get more comfortable, and he looked at his darker half with those big chocolate orbs known formerly as eyes.

"Good morning, Bakura."

Bakura smiled down at Ryou, but said nothing. Ryou looked back up at Bakura and realized just how close they were to eachother; they're faces inches apart... He could feel Bakura's breath on his face they were so close. Ryou let out his own unsteady breath, it felt like it had been sucked from him. And the strange and sudden urge came... to kiss him? Sure, the short gap between the two could be distanced easily and quickly... but kissing was not something Ryou should even be thinking about doing. He flushed.

However, Bakura was having no such rational thoughts keeping him from doing anything. And Bakura bent down and kissed Ryou on the cheek. There - another breath stolen before Ryou could use it. Their noses brushed and they both froze staring at eachother with the same strange longing that both of them knew they shouldn't be having.

So finally Ryou couldn't hold his breath any longer so he crossed the boundry and pressed his lips to Bakura's. That however, was all he wanted and expecting. Bakura on the other hand, as I said, had no such rational thoughts holding him back. He melted into the kiss farther than Ryou wanted, his tongue slipping in. Ryou pulled away, scared. He hadn't intended to mingle any spit. That was just not right, Ryou thought, he was not gay was he... oh no..

'Oh no' changed to 'oh well' before Bakura got disappointed and Ryou gave up his rational thinking and pulled up again, obliging to Bakura's kiss. And so they did. Mingling spit and all, they kissed, and quite passionately at that, until neither could breath.

Bakura pulled away first after some five minutes and rested his head on Ryou's shoulder. Ryou breathed deeply and exhaled loudly, shivering with happiness. What had things come to?

Alright, I failed. I only did two and a half pages. I'm sorry everyone. I'm tired, and I did a lot tonight. I thought this was a really good chapter. Though I may be annoying the few of you who didn't want the fluff, oh well. I'm not going to go into any great detail about -anything- so you guys don't have to worry. And yah, they are officially a couple now, yayness!