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Brainfarque #7
Follow up BxR clichéd, cheesy get-together ficcy
A/N: More shonen-ai. Bakura. Ryou. Cliched. ((stares into space, debating the energy necessary to type more versus the need for sleep)) Um. Yeah.
Bakura stomped upstairs and paused. There was something that was bothering him about this whole situation, and he was going to be in a bad mood until he figured out what it was.
There it was again! The noise seemed to be coming from his weakling hikari's room. Instantly on edge, Bakura crept forward, drawing on his Shadow Magic. Despite Ryou's professed "weakness," Ryou was still his hikari. His. His light that bound him to the world, his salvation from the darkness, his everything. If anyone should dare touch his secret beloved, if anyone even thought of hurting Ryou, Bakura would ensure they would pay dearly for their wrongness.
With the well-honed stealth of thousands of years, Bakura softly opened the door and crept in. Making no sound as he softly padded onto the carpeted bedroom floor, Bakura nonetheless couldn't keep the slight noise of surprise escaping when he beheld the alien sound that had been causing him so much discomfort.
Ryou was crying. Crying on the bed, of all things - his gentle face buried in the pillow to hide the overwhelming sadness Bakura could suddenly feel radiating from their link. Unconsciously, Bakura's eyes softened as he approached, his own tears rising unbidden in empathy. Was it rejection? Bakura knew enough of rejection to last him for more than a lifetime. Or perhaps it was fear of some force? Bakura knew the fear of the Shadow Graveyard, and silently promised himself that he'd kill himself before he let anything make his hikari experience such fear.
The overwhelming curiousity within him grew, his brain solemnly pondering the reason behind the massive grief he felt. He jerked to a stop suddenly, realizing he'd travelled the short distance to the bed and was now gazing down at his quietly sobbing snowflake.
"R-Ryou?" Bakura cursed himself for the catch in his voice, and then cursed even more when his hikari jumped in surprise. "Ryou, what's wrong?"
Ryou's teary eyes swivelled upwards in shock, gazing soulfully into his own for a long second. But then they swivelled down again, and a soft blush spread across Ryou's fair cheeks. The white locks shook as Ryou denied him an answer, and he stared downcast at the floor.
"Ryou, tell me!"
The eyes clenched shut, releasing a few more crystalline tears to sparkle down the cheeks, and the head shook again more vigorously.
"Ryou, please!" He was begging now, Bakura knew, but he didn't mind. On the contrary, he was almost desperate to find out what was so wrong that Ryou had been reduced to this somber silence.
Ryou's breath hitched and he spoke for the first time, his voice rough with emotion. "I... I can't!" he forced out, and immediately turned away.
Bakura paused. "You can't? Or you won't?"
Even more depressed than before, Ryou only shook his head again. He sniffled adorably, and Bakura firmly squelched the urge to enfold his hikari in his arms. Ryou needed support here, he did not need the affections of some tainted thief. With a sigh of his own, he took his place on the bed and braced himself for the worse.
"Ryou, I promise I won't judge you. Whatever's wrong, you can tell me.""Please." Bakura forced the word out, his desire to fix his aibou's solution easily overcoming his pride.
There was another long pause, and then finally Ryou whispered. "I... I like someone. And I'm pretty sure they don't like me the way I like them."
Bakura stared in shock, almost seeing his newly-bloomed heart wither and die. "Oh?" he stammered. He would not cry. He would not. In fact, he would be happy for Ryou and his girlifriend, and if she ever hurt him he would gladly shred her into a thousand pieces. "Who is she?" he continued, still firmly repressing the tic in his cheek. She was probably perfect - she had to be perfect for Ryou. She probably had shining gold eyes, and blonde hair, and was slender and nice and sweet.
... He wanted to kill her already. How could he hope to get Ryou away from such perfection?
He blinked as he noticed Ryou almost curl into a ball. He racked his brain for something he'd said. "Um... so you like someone?" he retreated.
Ryou nodded, and began twisting the comforter in sheer uncomfort. "Uh-huh," he whispered again.
"Who?" Bakura blurted out, suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to know.
Ryou looked away. "It's ... not a girl," the words were forced out at an even softer whisper, yet Bakura was tuned to Ryou's every word anyway. Not a girl? Then that would mean...
Ra above, this was even worse. What if it were- his brain screamed through the horrible possibilities. 'Please let it not be Yuugi. Or the Pharaoh. Or Malik. Or Marik. Or... anyone that I hate. Osiris, please hear my plea!' he desperately thought. If it was the Pharaoh, he was going to kill himself. If it was Yuugi, he'd - well, he'd probably kill himself too. Bakura clenched his eyes shut. "No..."
There was a sob and then the bed moved as Ryou got up to run out the door. Instantly, Bakura's eyes shot open as he realized he'd spoken that last thought aloud. Ryou had thought he was rejecting him! And now he was going to run away and leave him forever! The cry of denial that image brought fuelled Bakura's energy, and he shot off the bed. He caught up with Ryou and spun him around, tackling him to the floor so his hikari couldn't escape.
"Don't leave me!" he cried out, forgetting that this was supposed to be about Ryou's feelings and Ryou's troubles. Ah well. He'd always been a poor conversationalist. "You can't leave me!"
Ryou struggled underneath him, squirming to get away. "Let me go!" he shouted. "You hate me, ok? I get it! Just, please! Please, let me go!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"NO! I can't!" Bakura yelled. His grip tightened on Ryou's arms. "Now, tell me who you like!"
Ryou seemed to collapse even further into the floor. "Please, don't do this," he sobbed. "Don't make me tell you..."
The sheer emotion in Ryou's voice brought Bakura to tears. Ryou loved this guy. He loved him enough to cry over him. How could Bakura ever get over this? His infinite sorrow overwhelmed him, and then years of repression kicked in, burying the sadness under a thick layer of rage and anger. He narrowed his eyes and glared down. "Tell. Me."
"Please..."
"Tell me!"
"No..."
"Ryou! For the love of Ra, PLEASE TELL ME!"
Ryou stared sorrowfully up at the anguished eyes, then closed his own in submission. "I ... I like..." he stammered, nervously.
"Who?" Bakura questioned softly, gradually releasing his hold on the trembling hikari.
Ryou's lips moved as he uttered the answer, but it was too soft for even Bakura to hear.
"What did you say?"
"...you. I like you, Bakura. A lot." Ryou seemed to gain confidence as he spoke, and opened his eyes cautiously to stare upwards. All the love that he'd kept hidden shone out, and Bakura could only gape in wonderment. Was this real? This wasn't just a dream, was it?
"In fact, Bakura-san, I think I... I think I'm in lo-" Ryou's blush returned in full force, galvanizing Bakura into action. He brought a hand up and laid it gently on Ryou's trembling lips.
"Hikari-mine, I like you too."
"What?!"
Bakura smirked, unaware his smirk looked more like a goofy grin. "And all this time, I thought you hated me."
"I thought you hated me! ... Do you really li-like me?"
Bakura sighed. Ryou's lack of self-confidence was getting to be really annoying. Although initially endearing, Bakura was feeling that he'd have to do something drastic about it very soon. 'Actually,' he realized, 'there's no time like the present.' And besides, actions spoke louder than words, right?
Ryou was still gaping like a guppy when Bakura leaned down and covered those lips gently with his own. It was their first kiss, and Bakura reveled in it, getting swept up in the moment. His mental barriers lowered, and for the first time he let Ryou feel all the fondness and affection he had for him.
'Aishiteru, Ryou.' He thought adoringly at his other.
A mental sigh of sheer bliss returned to him, as Ryou's arms wound their way around his neck. 'Aishiteru, Bakura. Thank you.'
A/N: ;; Cheeesy Cheez Whiz. Sorry. ... Oh, yeah! Reviews...?