Chapter Four

I struggled to open my eyes, which felt as heavy as lead. While I was tired I was amazed to still be alive and wanted answers to the question that continually swirled in my head, such as 'Where was I? How did I get here?' Most of my questions were answered though as my vision cleared, only to be replaced with more question. There, above me, was Bakura, staring into my eyes.

More from habit then fear I broke eye contact. I, now, could make an educated guess as to where I was and how I got here; my new question was 'why?' 'Why did he bother saving me? Why couldn't he have just let me die?' But the question that wanted answering most was 'Did he read the letter?' 'He must have since the ring is resting around his neck.' I was too deep in thought to notice anything. The world could probably have exploded and I wouldn't have noticed. 'He must be disgusted with me? Or maybe he feels the same?' At this I mentally smirked 'Yeah, right Ryou, who are you trying to kid? He would never feel the same.'

I kept my eyes adverted, focusing on the floor instead, alloying myself to stay lost in thought in hopes of discovering answers to the hundreds of questions that refused to leave me alone. It seemed that whenever one was solved two new questions popped up in its place. At this rate all these questions will remain mysteries, to me at least. My head was throbbing but there didn't seem to be anything I could do.

All my problems washed away however as a pair of strong, protecting arms wrapped around me. Even though I felt safe at first I still tensed. Bakura was holding me, could this mean he felt the same. I focused on figuring out this particular problem that had come forward but my mind had stopped working. My body also shut down as the sensation of complete bliss passed over me. I relaxed in his arms. 'I'll ask him my question later.' At that my yami decided it would be a good time to tickle me. He was tracing my spine lightly with one finger. If I didn't know better I would think he was trying to torture me. Which is was, for it made me want him all the more. Still it felt so right and I leaned back and into his touch. Anything to feel him. I didn't mind him torturing me as long as I was with him. That is why I never ran away or try to get rid of the ring. But now was different, his contact with me didn't result in pain. He was being gentle.

With that I fell asleep. Drifting off into dreams filled with the one I loved and hoped felt the same. I would know when I awoke again. I would have to make sure he told me, I can only pray the answer is 'yes.'


It has been several weeks since the incident as I referred to it, and many things have happened.

When I woke up the first time after the incident I was back at home. I don't know how Bakura got me out of the hospital or how many laws he broke doing it but convinced myself I didn't truly want to know. When I woke Bakura was there again but as soon as he wished me 'Good Morning' he left. Just as I had given up on him coming back he showed up with a tray full of my favourite foods. It was only then that I noticed how hungry I was.

I ate what he gave me gratefully; surprised at how good of a chef he turned out to be. Everything was perfect, nothing was burnt and there was even a flower in a glass off to the side. Breakfast was eaten in silence, not the uncomfortable silence that usually has the tendency to scream out louder that any noise but a peaceful silence, just glad being in each others presence.

It was only after I had finished eating and Bakura had returned from taking the tray back down stair, I had tried to do it myself but was frustrated to learn that I was still too weak to get up, did I finally get to talk to Bakura. "Excuse me, Bakura-sama." My voice shuck a little, more from nervousness of the answer to the question I was about to ask than fear. Unless you are talking about fear of rejection.

"Hai." He started to walk towards me, and with each step my anxiety grew.

"Why...why did you...uh...did you save me?" I couldn't keep eye contact while asking the question so instead busied myself with staring at a dark stain on my sheets. I knew what it was. It was the blood from one of the beatings. Bakura had punched me into the coffee table and before I fell I had accidentally knocked over a glass. The glass shattered and when I landed was cut by several pieces. That had been one of the most painful beatings, but it didn't change the way I felt about Bakura. While I was staring straight at the stain most the time I didn't truly see it.

I was drawn out of thought by a hand on my chin. It tilted my head up until I came face to face with Bakura. This time I made no effort to advert my gaze, there was no need. Bakura's eyes didn't have a trace of hate or anger in them. Instead they were full of love. He moved closer and unconsciously so did I. When our lips met a sensation like no other ran through me, an intoxicating sensation I wanted more of. I responded eagerly; when his tongue ran over my lower lip teasingly I gladly open my mouth allowing his tongue access. Our tongues fought for dominance which he won, not that I was disappointed.

When we broke for breath I moaned in annoyance. Why did breathing have to be such an accentual in life? All the same it was. As we broke we maintained eye contact. My yami was the first to break the silence.

"How was that for an answer?"

"Perfect," I smiled, "Kimi ga suki dayo.(1)" At this he beamed.

"I love you too, now go to sleep, you need your rest." As if in agreement I yawned. "See what I mean."

"Will you lie with me please?" I asked timidly.

"Of course." He smiled gently and climbed into bed with me. As I fell asleep my last thought was 'My pray was answered. Everything is perfect.'


(1) As you can probably guess from Baku-chan's answer this mean 'I love you,' though it is different from Aishiteru. Aishiteruis aI love you, I want you, I lust after you 'I love you' opposed to a sweet 'I love you' between lovers. I found this very amusing when I learned it because now you can think back on all of those cute fluffy fanfics you read where the characters said that and I add a whole new layer of fun to it.

LF: Yay another chapter finished. Now I have something very important to ask all you readers. I can post some more chapters but they will be angsty (expecially for our lovely little Ryou) because that is what I write but I do promise a happy ending when all is through. But that is only if you all post. When I start not getting posts I stop posting. I know that isn't nice but without all your wonderful posts I never know if anyone is actually reading. But remember "The Power is Yours."

Bakura: Shut up idiot and don't quote Captain Planet.

LF: -crys- Why not? I'm trying to get in touch with my inner child.

Bakura: Like you need any help with that. You are one of the most immature people I know. And on top of that you write lemons. What the hell is your problem?

LF: -innocent look- What do you mean? I'm a good girl.

Bakura: Yeah right and I'm a cuddly puppy.

LF: Really yay. -uses the wonderful power of being an author and turns him into a puppy.- Aw kawaii desu ne.

Bakura: -thought bubble- I soooo hate you.