So I decided to continue, although I'm sure that the first chapter was much better

Chapter 2

A Pencil and Pen

Disclaimer: No, I really own YGO, what do you think? Of course I don't.

Ryou sighed and set his backpack down next to his chair. He didn't feel like talking today, his throat hurt. Instead, he reached into his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.

What more can I say? There's nothing else to say at all, except that I'm sorry. But I've already said that, haven't I? I wish you were back, I wish that you were back even if you didn't remember me, didn't like me, even hated me. Because you're missing, and you're a part of me.

I would commit suicide, but you would laugh and call me weak, and then threaten to kill me yourself if I tried. Would it bring you back though? Somehow, I know it won't. What can I do but live numbly, without emotion? What else exists but utter darkness?

Why am I like this Bakura? Why? You were the one to be there for me, to be my darkness, I was your light. Why am I forced to forge my darkness so that I may make up for your absence? I need you to balance me, to keep me from insanity. But you're not.

And I feel utterly, utterly helpless.

You always asked me how my day was while you attempted to hide the damage that you managed to do while I wasn't looking. And then I would see and you would chuckle nervously, somehow very afraid of my hikari wrath. Then you would run out of the kitchen(because that was where we usually were) and you would start running away while I grabbed a frying pan or a skillet or a pot or something hard, metal, and something that had a handle(except for that time when I tried to bash your head in with a tray)and try to harm you with it while you ran across the house screaming bloody murder. You really wouldn't want anyone to find out about that would you? Anyway, you had so much more stamina than I did so I would usually collapse, laughing and then you would peer around the corner and see whether I had forgiven you yet. And I always did.

I miss your kisses after that happened. Light, gentle, and always full of love, they always managed to make me feel giddy and light- headed and then I would tell you about my day while you absently stroked my hair .So unlike the mighty and terrible tomb robber that everyone knew.

But you were dangerous. Do you think that I didn't know that? Your danger was-is part of you and I accept it just as I accept your annoying thieving skills and your love and every inch of you. That was all you and I was one of the only ones that accepted all of that about you. I loved your danger just as much as I loved your tenderness and your attention and your protectiveness yes, I loved it all. I can't deny it.

Then everything would calm down somewhat and we would do something to make everything more exciting. You would drag me to a thieving excursion or a bar with Malik and Marik and I would drag you all to the library or the museum as revenge, but you would always manage to get Isis to kick us out by making a big fuss about something or the other. I can't remember the last time I went to the museum or the library. It's been forever since I've gone thieving and I haven't gone to the bars to drown my sorrows surprisingly. I manage to cut loose my pain by cutting, pathetic as it is.

Then you and I would either go out to dinner or I would make it at home. You would try to help me but it would end up with you accidentally blowing something up and me throwing you out, both of us cracking up

So that was how most of our days would go. I only want those days back. Those were the happiest times that I ever had. Even when my mother and Amane were still alive, when my dad actually gave a damn about me, I would have given it all up for you. Only for you.

So, do you want to know about my day? I know that you can't hear me,or see me,but just telling you will help me feel more stable, so bear with me here. Great I'm talking to a piece of paper First signs of madness, talking to inanimate objects.

So, school's been so much duller without you. I have to listen to Ryoko-sensei without you blabbering in your soul room about how boring he is. And all my tests are getting aced, just a lot slower because I don't have any motivation or interest anymore.

I just scored a 100 on my math finals you know. Yugi-gumi glance at me so oddly now, especially Yami. He stares at me when he thinks I can't see him and his face flushes. I don't know why but I don't like it. If you were her, you'd probably try to beat the crap out of him.

I don't know what's going on anymore Bakura, it's like I'm looking at the past, like I'm in a dream, because all I see Bakura, is something that reminds me of you.

Love always,

Ryou Bakura

"You fool." A warm, and affectionate voice said gruffly from the shadows. "You complete idiot." But of course Ryou didn't hear. He had written that a week ago.

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