For the second time in his life Bakura didn't know what to do. The first time was when his mother left him and his father alone. The same feeling of helplessness and lost was now floating through him while he was holding Ryou in his arms and let him cry in despair.
Ryou tried everything. He sent to his father e-mail where he told him that he didn't wish to move from Japan, but his father didn't consider it as a valuable opinion. For him, his son was still a small child, just like he was when Ryou's mother died. There was no way for him to change Ryou's fate even if he wanted.
The protests against the moving ended in something else. Ryou's father wanted him to move in less than week. That news devastated the teen and left him crying the whole time. Bakura felt lost. So desperately he wished for Ryou to stay with him. He couldn't imagine his life without the teen who brought light into his life. The gentle touch of his left unshakable mark on Bakura's soul, but he didn't mind. After he first met Ryou, Bakura felt like something he was missing the whole time was now right in the place. For this he was afraid that he would lose it again if the young one left.
Now was late at night and Bakura was waiting for Ryou to fall asleep from exhaustion like usual. There were only three days left till Ryou's leave. During a day the young boy was spacing off unable to focus at anything. To the thief was clear that his love was heartbroken. Or perhaps soulbroken. Like it there were many things, which were bothering him, and this was the last piece. The last piece that broke him completely. He looked like someone who lost all his hope and didn't live for anything anymore. During a night Ryou was crying himself into a deep sleep.
This all was making Bakura crazy. He wished nothing more than to help, but he didn't know how. That was why he was staying with him for the time. Bakura wanted to turn the whole world upside down if it would help. If that stopped Ryou's tears he would do it. Unconsciously he hugged Ryou more tightly. It was stupid but he felt better. As if he could keep the gentle boy with him forever in his arms.
Ryou started struggled. Somehow he managed to contain his crying and reached for his notebook. Bakura breathed out in relieve. The thief couldn't make his love to open himself and it made the whole situation even worse.
I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE CRYING. I GUESS I RUINED YOU ANOTHER SHIRT.
Bakura smiled at him and gently kissed him on the cheek. It still taste after salt but he didn't mind it. "Don't worry about it. As long as you feel better it doesn't matter."
THAT'S THE PROBLEM. I DON'T FEEL BETTER. ALL THIS CRYING ONLY MAKES ME MORE SAD. I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU MORE AND MORE.
"Ryou, if there is something I could do …"
The smaller teen shook his head and looked sadly away. "Do you want to talk about it?" asked Bakura while softly stroking the back of his love. After a small hesitation Ryou started write into the notebook again.
IT'S KIND OF FUNNY, YOU KNOW? WHEN I NEEDED HIM HE WASN'T THERE. HE WAS AVOIDING ME SINCE MY MOTHER'S DEATH. I GUESS HE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ME BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE HER.
NOW WHEN I DON'T NEED HIM BECAUSE I GET OVER IT, HE WANTS TO KEEP ME. I FEEL AS IF EVERYTHING STARTED FALLING APART AND I COULDN'T HOLD IT TOGETHER ANYMORE. I …
On the paper started falling tears and Ryou had to stop writing. Bakura didn't need him to write anymore. He understood.
"So what exactly are you planning to do?" asked Marik while they were sitting around the kitchen table. Ryou was at the school making the last things right before his leave. It was hard to believe that tomorrow the gentle boy will disappear forever. Right now Bakura was at home and tried to calm his nerves. He told the both brothers what happened. Malik felt sorry for him while Marik swear and cursed Ryou's father without a break.
"What exactly I should do? Tell his father how much I love his son? I bet, that bastard would take Ryou to Egypt personally only to make sure I wouldn't see him anymore." Bakura looked at him as if he was mentally retarded. But than again it was Marik after all.
"Very funny. Don't tell me that there is nothing you could do!"
"I'm open to ideas, Marik! Do you honestly think I didn't think about it?"
"I would be surprised if you thought at all."
"Shut up, Marik!"
Before they could start fight Malik asked. "Bakura, when Ryou comes back from his school?"
"Soon, why?"
"You should be with him. He will need you now more than anything else."
Bakura nodded and left the apartment. After the door closed Malik came to his brother and sat on his lap. While Marik's arms wrapped around his slim form he snuggled his face into Marik's chest.
"I wouldn't want to be on their place. I hope it will be fine."
Marik nodded and held his brother more tightly. The happiness he felt after receiving his brother's love was indescribable. He didn't know what to do if he lost his brother. It had to be terrifying to know that the love one was going away from your life and you couldn't do anything about it. Marik gently kissed his brother who was more sensitive to things like that. Though, he couldn't stand Bakura most of the time he didn't wish for him anything like that.
Bakura was once again in Ryou's house. The said teen was pacing around like a zombie. He was supposed to pack his luggage but obviously he wasn't capable of it. Like a machine Ryou was taking different things into hands only to put them down again. The large trunk was wide open in the middle of the room only half packed. The young teen looked so lost that Bakura, who was sitting on the bed, lost his patience. Firmly, he grabbed a book from Ryou's hand and threw it away. The smaller boy immediately started cry and hugged Bakura.
"Ryou, it will be ok! I promise that I will find some way. Just please stop crying." Those silent tears from Ryou, were tearing Bakura's heart. One look at them left him helpless and hurt. Bakura couldn't stand the fact that there is nothing he can do for his love. When Ryou calmed down a bit he started with the help of the thief to packing his trunk again. Both of them worked in silence and soon everything was finished. It was late already and Ryou needed to get some sleep. The departure of his plane was early at the morning and they needed to get up early as well. Bakura refuse to let Ryou leave just by himself. He wanted to spend every moment they both have left.
Bakura was holding Ryou uneasy struggling under the blanket. The smaller boy couldn't sleep and Bakura wasn't surprise by that. This was their last night together and tomorrow will be their last time together. It was hard to believe that after all the happiness they had together was now something parting them apart. Bakura gently kissed Ryou and tried to comfort him the best possible way. After Ryou fell asleep Bakura stayed awake sure enough that he will not following him into the sleep.
The morning was terrible. The atmosphere was like before a funeral and to be honest both of them felt like that. Ryou wasn't able to eat anything and Bakura didn't force him. The smaller boy wasn't crying. He didn't have strength for it. Only sit and look into nothing was enough for him.
Even it sounded impossible the ride in taxi was even worse. Both of them sat in heavy silence just holding their hands lost in their thoughts. In no time they were standing in the airport hall a luggage already gone waiting for final goodbye and Ryou's leave.
The hall was almost empty so early in the morning. Only the two of them and few other people. Bakura and Ryou were standing opposite to each another. It was like an irony that in the moments when you wanted to say so many things you couldn't say anything.
"Ryou, …" Bakura stopped. His voice was cracking and he wasn't sure if he could continue. The said teen had his head hanged down and didn't look at him. His eyes were full of tears but he didn't shed them. He didn't wish to cry in front of Bakura. At least not this time. The people around them started to gathering for their flight. There were only few minutes left. Ryou finally looked up. He didn't dare to kiss Bakura or hug him because he was afraid that he would break down. He couldn't even say to him goodbye. Instead of anything else Ryou kissed his fingers and gently pressed them at Bakura's lips. Then he smiled and turned away. He couldn't look at him. A moment after he disappeared with the other people.
That half kiss was their last. That was their only goodbye.
Yup, another chapter done. I seriously hope you liked it. Thanks for all of your reviews. I had some problems with my computer so if I forgot to send some people the MarikxMalik lemon please let me know at my e-mail address and I will fix it.
Don't worry about this ending the story isn't over yet!
Murail