Grrr…I don't want to write another fic, but I feel so lame not writing for I dunno how long. So review if ya want to this crappy thing. I have lost that will to write fanfiction…Ya…so begin…
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Of Flying and FallingBreathe. Breathing. Breathe. Dream...
Ryou opened his eyes and saw that the dream had disappeared. "But it felt so real…" he whispered. Turning to his side he saw that Bakura had woken up to the same, if not mirror trace that he had awoken too. "Bakura?" he cautioned. "Falling…" was all he got in reply, but then Bakura seemed to come to. "Bakura? Did you dream of it too?" questioned Ryou. Yet Bakura only shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about." Replied Bakura, eyes betraying his thoughts. Even so, Ryou thought that his eyes showed a dream similar, yet not the same…And why had the word "falling" work it's way through the link and into his mind?
During breakfast, tension felt thick in the air. Ryou waited, anticipating something of great importance happening, as Bakura read his deck. Ryou couldn't see the exact outcome of the near future, yet it had to be something horrid, for Bakura frowned at the cards. They seemed to taunt them, laughing at them, seeming so much like everyone else…
Weeks past, months past, and Ryou felt terrible. He felt so alone because people shunned him, his friends ignored him, and to top it off, Bakura spent all his time where heaven only knows. The cliffs and bridges lured him, seducing him, begging him. If only…to just walk, jump, step off…He needed…he lusted for…
He decided. Life couldn't get any worse. Tonight was the night to end it all.
About 9:00 pm, he walked to the cliff over looking the water. He left no note, cleaned the house and desk, leaving no sign of his prior presence. The water looked beautiful tonight, he thought, and shivered at the thought of his last day on earth. As he stepped forward, he heard a familiar voice.
"Ryou…?" is rasped.
"Bakura" cried Ryou. "What are you doing here?"
"I was…" Bakura trailed off, but then thought of something else. "Say…why are you here?"
Ryou sighed, knowing this even had become inevitable. "I was…was trying to escape it all…the hate, the neglect, and I've been haunted by this dream of flying I've had…it's…."
"Intoxicating and you can't seem to get enough of it. And you feel so outcast by society that you feel there's nothing better to do than to fulfill this dream." Interjected Bakura. "Yeah, I know that feeling and that's why I'm up here too. But my dream was falling…"
"I know" sighed Ryou, "I felt it in the link." When Bakura cast him a disgruntled, he protested," It slipped through the link! I didn't prod or anything!"
Bakura sighed. "Alright, I believe you. And the cards told of this…so I guess this makes sense…"
They sat for a while, feeling the cool wind breeze by…and dozed.
This dream was much different from the rest…he saw Bakura flying right next to him…they were soaring, soaring, soaring…
Ryou awoken to the loud chiming of 12 o'clock. Bakura was standing up watching the ocean tide ride in and out.
"It's now or never…" he whispered, and Ryou grasped him arm. When Bakura looked back at Ryou and they both knew it was time. Watching the waves and taking their last breath, they closed their eyes and stepped off….
Then they were flying and falling…flying and falling….
They smiled. Maybe flying and falling weren't so different after all…
…then they hit the water and all went black.
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Whoop. Joy. I killed Ryou and Bakura again. Review and Flame as you please. It's all the same to me.
