Amani Hershel: It has been rough to say the least. . I'll leave it there because I feel so bad I had not wrote and I just want to apologize for not seeming committed to this fic I am sorry everyone . .
BoB6
Ryou was awakened to the not so graceful beat up engine cracking over the surreal peace and beauty of a morning's gentle greeting. He glanced up at the passengers seat from the back sitting up and quickly applying his seat belt feeling as he was about to fall out of the high speed topless car. Bakura glanced back for a moment's time.
"So my sleeping beauty has awakened." He teased sarcastically. Ryou smiled a bit a slight pit within his stomach beginning to grow as he realized today was the day they were leaving. It was not that he did not trust Bakura, he supposed it was fear. What about school? This was his last year since England finished sooner, Bakura was still in only because he kept failing. Sure everything seemed so nice to go with Bakura, but now he realized it was reality that had been shoved out of the way until now. He didn't even speak Japanese Bakura spoke a fair amount from living there, but what was he to do? The pit began growing faster. Bakura was over the age of a minor as well couldn't that be considered kidnapping? How was he going to get a job, had Bakura been thinking of this or was he blinded by the offer of freedom as well? What if this Malik was like Marik did he really want to live with someone like that? Would Marik really even take them in? The car came to the stop of its destination within the driveway of the Genko's driveway. Ryou opened his mouth as if to say something; however seeing Bakura was already out of the car he shut it standing to go with him. He looked around his home, the home he had been born into and grown up, did Bakura understand that connection since he had been away for most of his child hood? It was still his home why did it seem he was having no trouble at all leaving it? He walked up stairs looking at his things. He went up to his closet opening the doors pulling out his suitcase gently folding all of his clothing and placing it in it. He felt as if he were completely numb surely his since of reason would not allow him to be doing this and yet here he was packing as if to go on a short trip soon to return. He looked around feeling tears come to his eyes he wanted to say something; however it was going so fast and he was helping it right along. He took his wallet and some of his more prized possessions, his lap top, a sweater made by his mother, and one of the only family pictures that had been taken sure there were plenty with Ryou sitting in his mother's lap his father standing a hand on her shoulder, and Bakura standing off to the side dressed like a gentleman. Within this one He had his arms about Bakura's neck his mother smiling and father smoking a cigarette. There was no proper background it wasn't even really centered correctly, but this was one of the only true family pictures, Ryou did not know the well-done people in those expensive photos. Bakura walked in looking at him. Ryou gave a saddened smile, Bakura walked over wrapping his arms around his lover.
"It will be alright soon." Ryou nodded. Now in Bakura's grasp he could say nothing all he could do was nod. They walked down those stairs, where imagination had led them to be pirates, knights, and a happy family that could be together forever, when in all actuality they could not be together. They wanted something that other's could not understand. Perhaps they were young, foolish name them as they like they were in love. Ryou looked back for a moment feeling Bakura willing him to the door a tear feel upon the hard wood floor of that home, and that was the last remembrance of the two children's existence within the home; fore it was no longer a home simply a house like any other.
THEY walked down to the beat up convertible Ryou never noticing how out of tune it was. THEY sat within the worn leather seats as the loud car howled to life going out onto the road. THEY road past the houses they had passed from school for years zoomed past fading into a blur as was all about the two boys. THEY stopped at the airport a familiar blonde standing and waiting for them. Ryou flinched inwardly, Marik handed them two tickets and their passports Bakura had given him reaching down and taking out a brown leather wallet, their father's wallet, he paid him the money, their father's money. He wished best of lucks and good byes. THEY came down the long hall welcomed by the flight attendant. THEY walked down the small isle together sitting within the seats. THEY together had came, not a word to one another they had made their Journey and now it was time to start their journey.
To Be continued . . . .
Yes short but I thought I needed a chapter just on his thoughts . . .