Ryou didn't have to look back to know that Bakura is out off his sigh. He was walking with a bunch of people towards the gate. In his eyes were gathering tears again but he didn't let them to fall. The teen told himself that he cried enough. Truth to be told, Ryou felt very guilty right now. When he thought about it, it seemed that he didn't do anything else than crying in these last days with Bakura.
I could do so many things with him. Learn more about him, his past or his plans for a future. But instead of that I only cried on him and thought how unfair this all is. Well, I thing it is unfair but still… These last days could look so different. We could do so many things. Ryou felt hot tears almost escaping from his eyes but he fought them. There was no point in crying anymore. It wouldn't change a thing.
When I needed him, he wasn't there.
These words he said to Bakura was like ages ago. Ryou didn't lied. It was all truth. His father truly wasn't here when he needed him. Always somewhere else, somewhere far away from his only child, which resemble so much of his dead wife. Ryou could remember how many nights he was crying from loneliness. How desperate he was for a simple human touch. How much he needed someone to be there.
Now when I don't need him anymore, he wants to keep me.
Even this was true. He met Bakura and everything changed. His life changed. He started to feel happy. From the first night when the thief hided himself in Ryou's bedroom. The teen couldn't stop thinking at him. And longing for him. He felt safe and protected by unknown aura of freedom and care. On their way from the first night they somehow fall in love with each another.
It was like a dream. Like an addictive taste of a forbidden fruit. Like a piece of heaven on the earth. That all were shattered by Ryou's father who finally took notice in his only son and decided to take him back.
If Ryou didn't meet Bakura he would be happy about it. It would be answering to all of his dreams and prays. But not anymore. Bakura changed it all. Ryou found himself to breathe and live only for the thief.
Bakura's POV:
I felt terrible. I wanted to run after Ryou and not let him go. To embrace him so tightly that he would be forced to stay with me no matter what. There was even a small urge to tear his father to shreds. I remembered the morning when I had him lying on the table and making out with him. It seemed so promisingly. Now, when I was looking back I though Ryou wouldn't mind if I lost my control.
It is so bittersweet memory. I felt in heaven back then but everything was ruined by one stupid call from his father. Damn that bastard anyway. Why did he have to take Ryou away from me?
Ryou's POV:
In my mind started appearing memories from the last month. I was so happy when I got together with Bakura. I have never felt so alive before. For the first time in my life I had a true friend. For the first time in my life there was someone who care. Not from pity or mercy. Bakura cared because he wanted to.
The first night when he was holding me into his arms I could feel warm. Something, I didn't feel for a very long time. It was irony that such warmth was able give me a complete stranger. But Bakura wasn't a stranger to me anymore. I still remembered how much I wanted to see him each day. How much I needed him. Every time when he was with me I forgot that my father didn't care. Every time I wished to lost in his eyes and him himself.
That day when he saved me from Kuro I wished he would make love to me. I didn't care about consequences and I didn't care about what my father would say either. The only thing I wished for was to be one with him.
Now when I thought about it I was glad he didn't do it. He was right when he said that it would hurt us both. I would be ruined if I experienced such a thing with him and then had to leave.
I looked up. Only ten more steps and I will be on my way. I could see the smiling girl who was checking the tickets. When she will take the ticket from me unknowingly she will shatter my life. Guess, it didn't matter to her. She was only doing her job. I was so sad that I couldn't even cry. It was too late to cry and protested. Once again my father ruined my life and I didn't think he was aware of it.
He never cared.
I said that to myself while I was looking at my passport and ticket. These two paper things were my new future. My new future without Bakura. Back in Egypt with my father and his bride I had not even seen yet. I felt like breaking down that moment but for what? It was simply too late. Too late to say I love you. Too late to say goodbye. Too late to do anything else.
He never cared.
My hand holding the ticket started shaking like a leaf in wind. Two more steps and I will be on my way to Egypt. For the fist time in my life I was sure.
I don't care either.
Bakura's POV:
I was standing in the hall and looking as miserable as possible. Ryou's plane was about to leave in ten minutes. It was hard for me to believe that in ten damned minutes the love of my live will disappear. While I was thinking what I could do people were passing me merely giving me a look. I guessed that I looked pretty stupid just standing there and looking from a window. But I couldn't help it. I wanted, no I needed to keep every moment. I knew I was acting childish but I didn't know what else to do.
I was thinking how happy I was with that little angel of mine. The first night when I broke into his room and spent almost half of the night with him it changed something. Maybe it was a simple hope. Just a little hope that I found something precious. So much precious that I wanted to keep it and cherish it till the rest of my days. And it was precious. Ryou was the best thing in my life. It never happened before. That unknown urge to protect something.
Ryou was my light. Because of him I stopped seeing the world like a place full of garbage. He was the beautiful proof that even in this shitty place is something pure and worth of protecting.
I placed my head against the cold glass and closed my eyes. My hands were clenching and desperately wanted to hug Ryou. I wanted to feel him against me. The white and smooth skin, the tall and slim figure and the beautiful face staring into mine. I doubted that my love knew how many times I was about to loose control over myself. How many times I wanted to ravish him no matter where it was. When he was lying next to me in bed I spent hours just looking at him and longing for him. Not only for his body but his mind and soul as well.
But now was everything gone. Without my angel everything lost its meaning. No more I wished to spend time in a park just watching people passing by. No more I wished to look at stars and silently admir their beauty. Without Ryou it was pointless.
Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. Quickly I turned around and walked out of the hall. Why to stand there and think about things that are gone. I passed the door and walked into the street. Right across the street was a small alley. I shrugged shoulders. I had to go through there because it was the shortest way back home. I didn't want to take a taxi. The walk back home would clear my mind. Well, that was what I thought. There was heard of steps behind me when I stepped on the grass. I didn't think about it. There were probably lots of people who would be running here. But still something made me to turn around. Something collided with me and I fell on the ground.
Normal POV:
That something was Ryou. Bakura couldn't believe it that the small teen was lying on top of him, breathing heavily with his eyes wide open and tears on his face. A few minutes passed and both of them were still lying on the grass. The younger boy managed to calm himself down and smile. He was smiling through the tears, pure joy shining from his eyes.
Bakura was still in major shock. His mind couldn't understand what his love was doing there. Ryou was supposed to be in the plane on his way to Egypt. Not in this alley lying on the thief and smiling like insane. Before he could get himself together Ryou kissed him. The kiss tasted after tears but it didn't matter. Finally Bakura's arms took control after realizing that their owner wasn't capable of any action. Ryou was now wrapped in Bakura's tight embrace. His snowy white hair was hiding their faces like a curtain.
"Ryou, how … why … what …?" Bakura cursed and kissed Ryou again.
"Forget that all." He didn't need to know what happened. As long as he was holding his angel in his arms he didn't need it. Intuitively he knew that the plane was now in air. And there was no chance for Ryou to make it to Egypt. After a while they parted and Bakura sat up with Ryou on his lap. The thief was looking deeply into the shining orbs of his light.
"I get it that you are staying!"
Ryou smiled widely and took out a piece of paper. Quickly started write something and then hang it out to Bakura.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY FATHER ANYMORE! BUT I CARE ABOUT YOU. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE LIKE HIM AND ABANDON THE ONLY ONE I CARE ABOUT. I'M STAYING HERE WITH YOU. MY FATHER WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.
Bakura kissed him deeply. That was the only thing he needed to know. This and nothing else.
"Good." Said Bakura and it sounded more like a cat purring. "I guess I should introduce you to that psychos Marik and Malik because starting today you are living with us."
Ryou smiled at him and kissed him again. He almost lost him because he thought that was already too late. But he was wrong there was never too late. As long as he was alive, as long as he wanted to stay alive there was never too late. Not for him or for Bakura.
I hope I surprised you a little with this chapter. You didn't honestly think that I would send Ryou to Egypt and let Bakura without him, right? By the way this is the official end of the story. IF I will feel for it I will write a sequel. But that's only IF. So don't be too expecting. Who knows what is in that insane mind of mine.
I want to thank to all the people who actually read it till the very end, send me reviews and that way supported me. I would never imagine that from a one-shot story I could write something like that.
So thanks you all again.
Murail