Ello all!
I apologize in advance for the absolute SHIT Of this chapter. It would have been so easy for me to finish it here...
In fact, that was my plan, but after this I still have at least THREE CHAPTERS! ARGH! -pulls hair- It ish haunting me!
Anyways... Why would I go and make Ryou love Bakura so quick! I have a BIIG thing happening next chapter, which will throw everything out of whack... And make Ryou rethink his thoughts... (That sounds weird n.n;;;) and also, more Ryou yelling at peoples! But thats not til next chappeh. This, however is some crap I slapped together and called a chapter... Gomen nasai...
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue... Ne?
Bakura slammed the door to the Ryous room which he had claimed for himself, and leaned against the door. He slid down, until he was sitting down, and bowed his head in extreme sadness.
Damnit! Bakura couldn't believe the bitter irony of this. He loved Ryou, the spirit could see that now. He loved the small angel with all of his heart, twisted it was. He could remember when he was under the pretendence that he loved Ryou, just a week ago. How Ryou would lay with him, and how pure and sweet he tasted… Bakura pressed his lips together, and struggled to swallow his sobs.
He had wrecked it. Ryou… Ryou didn't love him anymore. He had fucked around with Ryou too much, and it sent him off the rails.
Bakura marveled at his own stupidity. He was so caught up in what he thought was what he wanted, and ignored his feelings… It was too late now, Ryou would never take him back…
Finally, Ryou managed to control his heart wrenching sobs, and summon enough strength to stand up, and stumble over to couch. He sat down, and leaned back.
God…. What did he just do? Did he really beat Bakura back? Did he really stand up for himself? He tucked his legs up, and wrapped his trembling arms around them, and attempted to tell his body to stop shaking, not that it worked, though.
What scared the angel most of all, was the fact that he felt no guilt or remorse. If anything, he was… glad that he had hurt him. What Ryou had done to his darkness was not even close to even imagining what the younger had been through in the years. If Bakura thought that was pain, he had no idea…
Ryou shifted slightly, until he was lying down, his head pillowed by his long white hair. It was hardly late, but Ryou just felt so exhausted. His eyes fluttered closed, and before he hardly knew what was happening, the landlord had fallen asleep.
Late at night, Bakura, walked timidly into the lounge. He held his breath when he saw the sleeping Ryou, his face lit up by a thin bar of moonlight. He slowly walked over to him, falling onto his knees. His trembling fingers reached out, and gently stroked the small boys silky ivory skin, and fine spun silver locks. Ryou let out a sigh, shifting slightly in his sleep. Bakura continued stroking the angels hair, until He noticed his eyelids were fluttering. Bakura jerked his arm back, as Ryou sat himself up.
"Do you want to sleep on the bed?" He asked softly. Ryou looked up at him, a strange look in his eyes, but nodded. Bakura stretched out his hand, and Ryou took it, standing up slowly, and walking down the small hall and into his room. He sat on the bed, and pulled off his shoes. Bakura sat down next to him on the bed, and his long ivory fingers reached out, and he cupped Ryous chin with his hand, looking into his eyes.
"Ryou…" He whispered gently, scooting closer towards the angel. "I-I" He swallowed, and looked away.
"What?" Ryou asked in his soft british voice, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"I Love you." Bakura blurted out. Ryous head whipped around, as wide as saucers.
"What-" He started, but the slightly panicked spirit cut over him.
"Ryou, are the kindest, sweetest, most beautiful person I have ever met, and I love you so much. The reason I hurt you was because… I don't know, I am so sorry, I freaked out. But I do love you. And this time-" His voice cracked. "This time it isn't a lie."
Ryou looked at the spirit with his chocolate eyes like saucers. "Yami…"
"Please, Ryou, you have to understand. Whatever I've done, however I've hurt you, I am so sorry. Please… Ill do anything…" Ryou closed his eyes, feeling tears gather in the corners.
"Anything?" He asked softly, His doe brown eyes looking straight through the darkness. Bakura nodded, a faint spark of hope in his eyes.
"Then…" Ryou let out a soft sob, almost unable to form the next words. "Don't…"
Bakura frowned, panic showing in his eyes. "What?" He whispered disbelievingly.
"Don't love me yami…. Because I can never love you back…" Ryou closed his eyes, and let the two tears trickle down. "I'm sorry."
Bakuras eyes were wide in shock and pain. No, this didn't make sense, no…
"G-Goodnight, Yami…" Ryous hands and voice trembled, as he climbed into the bed, burying his head in the pillow. A stunned Bakura sat on the edge of the bed. He still didn't believe this…
After a long time, he got up off the bed, walking over to the small angel. He went onto his knees, and placed a hand on his silky locks, stroking them lightly. Ryou sighed, but seemed to relax. Bakura then hesitantly climbed up on the bed, and lay down. Ryou didn't move, save for shuffling over for the darkness, who stretched out a hand, gently stroking Ryous hair and slim shoulders.
"That's something I can never do, Ryou…" Bakura whispered, almost silently, but Ryou heard. "I can never, ever stop loving you…" Ryou froze for a seconds, under Bakuras hand, but then let relaxed, letting out a long sigh, and shifting slightly.
It was a long time before they both fell asleep.
When Bakura awoke the next morning, it was to find Ryou was gone, already headed towards school. He let out a long sigh, and sat up.
Oh god… The memories of last night came crashing back to him. Bakura pressed his lips together, and bowed his silvery head.
He was such an idiot! He was a stupid, foolish, daft baka! How could he do this to Ryou, turn his happiness into misery, twist him so much…. Bakura let out a choked sob, and put his head in his hands. His heart had never hurt this much, not for over three thousand years. Not since he was a child, watching his village get slaughtered…
"I am so sorry, Ryou..." Bakura whispered to no one in particular. "But... I'll make you love me again, you'll see…"
When Ryou came back home after school, It was to see Bakura sitting like stone on the couch, watching T.V.
"Yami?" He asked softly. Bakura didn't move. Ryou sighed, and sat next to him. He reached out a hand, but as quick as a snake, Bakura grabbed it, twisting it behind Ryous back, who screamed in pain.
"Yami, no!" He yelled, struggling in the darkness's grasp. Bakura smirked, sensing the familiar feeling of that pleasure in seeing Ryou in pain. He stood up, tugging the smaller boy with him, and throwing the angel away from him. Ryous yelped loudly as he hit the wall with a loud thud, and slid down until he was on his knees, bowing his head.
"What?" Bakura asked, crouching in front of the boy. "Did you think that because I love you, I wouldn't hurt you?" Ryou didn't respond. Bakura reached out, and grabbed the collar of Ryous shirt, standing up and taking Ryou with him. "well, you were wrong, Ryou..." He threw Ryou across the room, who landed back on the couch. The angel clutched his head, a silvery curtain hiding his face, his shoulders shaking with sobs.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, yami…" He stuttered, in his odd position on the couch. "I…" Bakura sat down next to the boy, and gripped his shoulders. Ryou squeaked as he was hauled up, and Bakura swept his hair out of the landlords face, exposing his red-rimmed eyes full of fear, and ivory cheeks running with tears. He closed his eyes, and Bakura felt his thin form tremble.
"I'm sorry too," Bakura whispered, before slamming Ryou back down, and stalking off into the bedroom, making sure he locked the door behind him.
Ryou let out a sigh that could probably have been heard in China, and lay back down. None of this changed… He would never ever be able to forgive his darkness for what he had done, he couldn't. It just wasn't that easy…
But somewhere, deep down, a small part of Ryou, the pure, innocent part that hadn't been twisted and destroyed by Bakura, was telling him to love him back.
But how can you love someone who stole your innocence and crushed your spirit? How can you love someone who's already broken your heart, more than once?
sniffle- awwhh... TAKE HIM BACK RYOU! uha... -glances around- who said that?
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