A/n: I haven't wrote in such a long time!!! :

Bakura: That's a bad thing why?

Ryou: Be nice.

Bakura: Grr… o.k.

Wt: Oh well thanks to those who did review they made me happy and you can have a cookie. Bakara do the disclaimer.

Bakura: weeping-tenshi does not own yu-gi-oh. (or linkin park)

Wt: Thanks Bakura. Well on with the story.

What a Fallen Angel Wants: 2

Beep, Beep, Beep, Crash.

An alarm clock now lay in pieces on a plush carpet. A hand was raised just slightly above the place where the alarm was previously stationed. The room was now silent of the horrid beeping that had just rudely awoken the one who had 'killed' it. For once Bakura was not the one responsible for the death of the clock. The killer's arm was still raised slightly raised over the place where the alarm clock was previously stationed.

The arm slowly fell to the side of the bed where it could dangle freely. The arm swung for a few moments before stopping. Then another noise broke the silence were all believed to be placed upon the room. A soft patter was heard.

Plip, Plop, Plip Plop.

The figure attacked to the dangling arm slowly began to surface from the mound of covers he had placed himself in. The arm was soon raised high above the bed and legs replaced it as the figure known as Ryou Bakura stretched to rid his back of a nights sleep.

A golden object worn around Ryous neck gleamed in the mornings dull light as a soft pitter patter continued to sound in his room. The object seemed to give the whole room an eerie glow as Ryou stood from the bed to pick up the pieces of the clock that had disturbed his time in the land of shadows. With the pieces in his hand he began to make his way over to the trash that lay beside his desk all the way mumbling something about bloody clocks disturbing his bloody sleep. With the mess now taken care of he noticed the soft noise that echoed though his room.

Plip, Plop, Plip, Plop.

Rain softly pattered against his bedroom window. That's why the room was cast in a dull gray color instead of a faint yellow that it is on most mornings. Ryou then soft padded his way over to the window to draw back the curtains that were restricting his view of the early morning rain shower.

The curtains rose and the view of many houses lit only by the street lamps replaced its view. Ryous soft angelic features were reflected as he stared at the rain that cascaded down the windows surface. The rain always made Ryou feel better this is why as he stared out the window a small smile graced his features.

A curtain soon over took Ryous previous place at the window as Ryou made his way toward the closet at the back of his bedroom. His feet soft padded across the dull beige carpet that covered almost 'his' entire house. Yes, as far as he's concerned this house was his. His dad may send payments, bill money and such but, his dad was never there so the house only contained his and Bakuras' essence so therefore it was his house. But back to the task at hand picking out an outfit for his wonderful day at school, Domino high no longer had the dress code that required all the good little boys and girls to walk along with matching cloths that made them look like drones.

As Ryou stepped into his closet and flicked on the light a sea of black and fishnet fell into his line of vision. His gingerly strode up to the cloths hanging off the racks and stood for a moment just contemplating what he could wear. This was a very important task to Ryou. The cloths he wore kind of symbolized who he was in his point of view. So as he stood in front of his sea of black depression he suddenly began to smile as he suddenly began to rip certain articles of clothing from their previous spot in the dark closet, and with that and few other things he made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the grate day that lay before him.

Soft padding noises once again were heard at the Bakura residence as Ryou made his way quietly down the shadow covered hallway. Bakura was not due up for about 10 more minuets so Ryou did not wish to disturb him just yet. Yet as Ryou made his way down the hallway the shadows once again beckoned him to watch their sensual dance, but today he kept his doe brown eyes looked on the restroom door determined to not be beckoned into those dark shadows that he so longed to be a part of.

Suddenly a light filled the once shadow filled hall and all the sensual dancers ran from the view of our dear Ryou, and Ryou smiled to himself at resisting the pull of those same magnetic dancers. So as Ryou stole away into the bath he smiled and thought to himself this day may not be so bad.

(bath scene lalala over)

A wet foot soon steps out of the shower stall that has seen so much blood in the past, then soon after another foot joins its brother on the cold tile floor. Ryou blindly reaches for the towels that are left of the bath tub. His hands soon find both towels and slowly begins wrap himself inside the towels, one around his hair while the other towel soon becomes acquainted with Ryous waist.

Several loud crashing sounds then some equally loud language sounded from the lower areas of the house, and that only meant that Bakura was up. Ryou shook his head at Bakuras normal morning antics and set to the task of getting ready.

Ryou padded over to his clothing choice for the day and delicately picked up the black pants. He slowly slipped them on and made his way over to the mist covered mirror. A small hand swiftly made its way across the damp surface as Ryou took a few steps back and admired the pants he had just put on. The pants clung nicely to the upper part of Ryous lower regions in contrast to the leg area where the pants became very bag and pooled around his feet. The chains that decorated the pants jingled as Ryou walked, but that only made Ryou smile and take a few graceful steps to hear the sound that would surround him all day, but after those steps Ryou figured it was time to put on the rest of his out fit. So Ryou made his way back to his clothing as to make sure the outfit would be acceptable for him to walk in all the day. He quickly slipped on the shirt and made his way back to the mirror. As he looked at reflection he cast he began to smile again in complete contrast to the pants that were so baggy the black shirt clung to him in all the right place. The shirt has fish net sleeves and thumb holes at the end so Ryou easy slipped his thumbs through each hole and the rest of the shirt was a simple black one that ended right where his pants began, so if Ryou moved in the right way you might just catch a glance of the milky white skin that the black shirt covered. But as Ryou looked at the refection he couldn't help but think there was something missing. Then his eyes widened as a though made it way into his brain. He ran over to the medicine cabinet just above the sink, he pulled something out and then once again made his way back to the mirror. He held in his procession a black ribbon. He quickly pulled his hair back into a neat pony-tail and tied the ribbon around hair. He stared at his refection with approval. His bands gracefully falling into his eyes he nodded to himself and began to turn in front of the mirror to gaze at his figure.

"Ryou, quit looking at you bum and get down here and eat before you're late." One aggravated yami yelled.

Ryou quickly gave his self one more look over and quickly made his way down the stair to greet the previously mentioned yami.

"Good morning, Yami." Ryou stated as he finally made his way into the kitchen where his yami was already seated drinking a cup of coffee.

"Took you long enough." His yami stated in a huff.

Ryou quickly turned from is pop-tart making task to stick his tongue out childishly at his yami.

"Actually I have a favor to ask of you Bakura." With this Bakura rose an eyebrow skeptically. "Oh hush, I only want you to put my eyeliner on for me." Ryou said as his pop-tarts dicided to pop up from the toaster at that exact moment. Ryou gathered his pop-tarts and sat in front of his yami at the kitchen bar.

"Why, may I ask, am I the only one who can put on your eyeliner?" His yami stated in mock annoyance.

"Because I love you and you want to do it for me." Ryou said as he swallowed his piece of the pop-tart and smiled at his darker half.

"O.K. you win. Get finished eating and I'll do your stupid make-up." Bakura said with a small smile on his face.

"Thank-you oh grate and powerful for helping me with my stupid make-up." Ryou stated as he began to mock bow in front of his yami.

"You better be." Bakura spoke with the smile on his face beginning to grow.

Silence then began to spread over the kitchen area as the normal breakfasting habits entered the room. Bakura drank his coffee in complete solitude until Ryou suddenly jumped up and ran toward the stairs. Bakura just sat in a dase until Ryou came back with a tube of eye liner securely in his hands and a smile on his face.

"I don't under stand why you where this stuff." Bakura spoke as the eyeliner was placed in his hands a happy hikari placed in front of him.

"Because this is who I am and what I think makes me look pretty." Ryou said as he closed his eyes waiting for Bakura to paint the top part of his eye with the black liner.

"Well I think you look just as pretty with out it." Bakura said as he began to paint the younger ones lids.

"Thank-you Bakura, that means a lot but I still like the liner." He stated as he opened his eyes pleasantly waiting as Bakura did the lower lid.

"Well if you're happy then I guess I have no choice other than to keep applying this stupid liner…. Done." Bakura said as Ryou blinked a couple of times then stood from the chair, and took the eyeliner from Bakura and hugged him as a thank-you. Then Ryou turned to leave. Then Bakura quickly grabbed his wrist and turned Ryou around to face him once more. As son as Ryou began to look into his eyes questioningly, Bakura slid one of Ryous hands out of the thumbs holes in the fish net and rolled the sleavee up.

"Why do you still do this Ryou?" Bakura asked silently as he and Ryou both looked as the scared skin that lay in front of their eyes. The scars where every where but there was a bright red gash that stood out fairly well against all of the other scars.

"You know you can always talk to me before you do this. I know you need to work this out on your own but I just want you to know that I care and I would prefer if you didn't put all of you anger into this. O.K. Ryou."

Then Bakura rolled back down the sleeve and pushed Ryou thumb back through the hole. He gently lifted his hikaries head up with his thumb and forefinger and looked deep into Ryous khol lined eyes. Ryou closed his eyes brifly then nodded and a smile made its way back onto his face as his faded brown eyes once again opened for all the world to see.

"Good now go get your stuff you have to go to school." Bakura said as he let go of his hikaries chin and shooed him away.

Ryou made his way to the stairs but as he got to them he turned and made eye contact with his darker side.

"Thanks Bakura." And with that he turned and made his way up stairs to get his stuff for the long day ahead.

As the emo-boy once again appeared at the bottom of the stairs with his black messenger bag in tow and his sketch pad I hand he said good-bye to his yami and made his way to the door.

/Abiou, you forgot you cd-player./ Bakura yelled through their mental link.

Ryou ran back into the house grabbed the cd-player and tucked it securely into his messenger bag and growing bold kissed his yami on the cheek said thank-you quickly made his way to the door. With one final look at his clock (8:45, 45 min. till school) and headphones securely in place he made his way out the door and toward school. He'd walk today he thought. So as Linkin Parks lyrics sounded in his head he made his way to another day in hell. Well the again today might not be so bad.

TBC….

A/n: Wow that took along time. But I'm back and I hope y'all like. R&R I haven't wrote in long time so I hope it sounds o.k.

Linkin Park rocks!!!