A/N: Wo0HT! NEARLY ONE HUNDRED REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU ALL!
Okay, this is a kewl part... The lucky 100th reviewer will get a part in this story! Yes, you heard meh! If I cannot find out the 100th reviewer, then I shall probably just go ahead and pick one my long-time reviewres to do the honours.. n.n
This is probably my favourite chapter in this whole fic. Trust me, this chapter throws all cliche out the window.. hehe I was going to make this a songfic, But unfortunatley, They are now banned, sop instead, I posted the lyrics up on my bio. Go read them if you are interestes. The song, by the way, is 'Yours truly' by Blindpott. I was listening to it when I wrote part of the bottom part.. n.n
Warnings: erm, blood, yaoi, and oocness on Bakuras( and Ryous)part... but hey.. n.n;;
Disclaimer: I dont own it. I am not, nor have or will ever claim to be, Kazuki Takashi. But I definitley wouldn't mind owning Ryou and Bakura. The possibilities.. -salivates-
Read on!
The next morning, Ryou awoke with more hunger pains. He got up off the couch, and tooks a few tentative steps towards the still locked bedroom, but then thought the better of it, and walked sadly into the lounge again, picking up his schoolbag. Since he slept in his uniform, he didn't have to worry about getting changed, and he combed his hair with his fingers a few times until it seemed to look presentable, and headed out the door, his thoughts going around in his head at a million miles per hour.
At lunch, he grabbed himself a tray full of food, and sat in his usual seat beside Anzu. He shoved the food in his mouth, as he frowned to himself, his mind still going away at full tick.
What do I do? He asked himself. If I just say I love him, then maybe everything would be alright... but I cant. I can never forgive him for what he's done to me…
Ryou let out a long sigh, setting his fork down and pushing his food away from him. Yugi noticed the silent mood he was in, and looked to be having a battle within himself.
"Ryou, are you okay?" He asked, concerned and worried for his friend. Ryou glanced up, a strange, confused look in his eyes. Ryou nodded vacantly, and went back to staring at the table. Yugi frowned, keeping an eye on him for the rest of the lunch hour.
On the way home, Ryou seemed quiet and distant again. Yugi frowned, and fell into step with the white-haired teen. Ryou looked up from the ground, and gazed at Yugi.
"What's up?" He asked gently, tucking a strand of silvery hair behind his ears. Yugi bit his lip, unable to properly phrase the question on his lips.
"Can you come around to my house?" Yugi asked, his crimson eyes with a warm glow to the. Ryou hesitated a couple of seconds, before nodding and smiling. Yugi thanked Ryou, but frowned. He was really getting worried about the poor angel, who had been to hell and back, but still managed to keep an aura of innocence and happiness around him. It unnerved the small boy.
The pair said goodbye to Jou and Anzu, and went through to the back of the game shop. Ryou sat down on the couch silently, looking at his pale hands. Yugi sat next to him, frowning.
"Bakura… are you okay?" Yugi asked, frowning slightly. Ryou looked up, his warm brown eyes holding a million unanswered questions.
"I-I'm actually quite all right, yes…" He said delicately. Yugi frowned.
"Bakura… I mean it. You're so quiet, and you look so confused.. whats wrong?"
Ryou swallowed, before letting out a long breath. He pressed his lips together softly, and looked away.
"It's the spirit of the ring isn't it?" Ryou didn't need to look to see that it was Yugis darkness he was talking to.
"No…" Ryou half lied. Yami growled, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Bakura…. What did he do this time?" He demanded. Ryou winced at the hard tone, but shook his head.
"He didn't…. It wasn't his fault…" Yamis eyes widened.
"Bakura…. WHAT did he DO?"
"Shut up!" Ryou spun around, and glared at Yami. Shocked and stunned by this, the darkness backed up on the couch, disbelief in his crimson eyes.
"You're so fucking narrow minded!" Ryou yelled. "What the hell have you got against him? I have more problems than a fucked-up spirit to deal with, Yami, You don't even KNOW me! You think that's all he is? A twisted psycho who likes hurting me? That's not fucking true! If you ever stopped to look, then you would understand, but you're too wrapped up in your own fucking dramas to even care! Don't you get it? It's not Bakura here who's fucked-up, Its me!" Ryou was standing now, with tears coursing down his cheeks, and his chest heaving.
"Wh-what…" Yami literally was speechless, he couldn't say anything else.
"Yes, it's me! I'm more than a fucking naïve little bitch like Yugi is, you moron! I'm the crazy one here, it's my fault! It was me who hurt him, he didn't fucking hurt me! Just because I'm the light, it doesn't mean I'm innocent!" Ryou fell to his knees, clutching his head in his hands. "Shit… I'm so sorry, oh god…. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Ryou sobbed uncontrollably, his thin shoulders trembling. Yami let his light take over, who ran over to Ryou, still unable to process what the usually calm and docile teen had just said.
"Bakura?" Ryou felt a light hand on his shoulder. Ryou looked up to see Yugi gazing into his red-rimmed eyes. Yugi smiled softly, and extended his hand.
"I-I'm so sorry, Yugi…" Ryou whispered, as he gratefully accepted his friends hand, and stood up, tears still coursing down his ivory face. "I'm so sorry…."
"Bakura…. Its okay…" Yugi whispered, wrapping his arms loosely around the angel, who couldn't stop sobbing.
"No, its not… I've lost it, Yugi… I don't know what's wrong with me… Everything is so whacked out right now…. I-I Just want it all to stop…" Ryou broke free of the hug, and wiped his eyes and face clear of tears.
"Sorry…" he whispered.
Bakura was sitting in the apartment curled into a small ball in the corner. The spirit had been like that for most of the day, just going over and over what Ryou had said to him last night… It scared him.
And he deserved it. Bakura deserved what he got, and more. Much much more. All the pain he had caused for Ryou… It was unforgivable. He could never take back what he did, or said, And Ryou had tearfully said this, as well.
Tears stinging the theifs eyes, he shakily stood up, and stumbled over to the kitchen, his trembling hands opening the knife drawer.
I deserve this… He thought to himself, grasping the handle of the sharpest blade in the drawer. I deserve to be in pain.. I've hurt Ryou so much, and I can never take it back… I deserve this… Bakura grasped the knife firmly, holding it over the creamy white skin on the forearm of his alabaster arm, and pressed down hard. He gritted his teeth in pain, feeling fresh tears spring in his eyes, as he ran the knife over the split skin, again, and again, until the blood spilled over and created a crimson puddle on the white tiles of the kitchen floor.
He was so STUPID! Bakura angrily slashed a new part of his arm, tears now gathering in the corners of his eyes. He RUINED it! He was a Stupid, idiotic, stupid, stupid, retarded, stupid Fool! With each insult, Bakura angrily slashed his arm, over and over again, changing arms when his left was covered in the angry wounds.
He could have had Ryou! He loved him, and Ryou loved the thief back! But not now, it was too late. Too late….
"Ryou, I'm so sorry…" He whispered.
It was almost dark when Ryou came home, opening the door to the apartment and finding himself swamped in darkness.
"Yami?" Ryou asked, a slight edge of fear in his melodious voice. All Ryou could hear was silence, except for…
Ryou frowned. He could hear pain-wracked sobs coming from the kitchen. Ryou gulped softly, and walked into the kitchen, turning on the light.
Ryou screamed, and fell on his knees at the horrible sight before him. Bakura was kneeling on the floor, his head bowed and shoulders shaking, Ryou knew he was crying.
Worse, there was a puddle of blood around him, and it came from his pale arms, which were slashed innumerable times, and were still dripping blood. The knife, which Bakura had used to cut himself, lay a few feet away, the blade and handle drenched in blood. Ryou managed to find his feet, and stumble over to the darkness, collapsing onto his knees beside him, taking the spirit in his arms.
"Bakura… What have you done?" Ryou asked tearfully, brushing his yami's silvery locks out of his face. Bakuras eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, tears and blood mixing on his face.
"I'm sorry…" Bakura whispered, "I'm so sorry…" The spirit collapsed into fresh sobs, clutching Ryou as though he would never let go. Panicked, Ryou looked around to try and find something to bandage his arms with, but nothing was at hand. He looked back at his yami, and started to sob. The bleeding was beginning to slow, and Bakura was even more pale than usual under the tears and blood, sweat forming on his brow. Ryou wrenched himself free, and ran over to the phone, hurriedly dialing 911.
"Hello?" He said tearfully. "Um, I need an ambulance, now!" Ryou struggled to control his fearful sobs.
"What's wrong?" Asked the operator.
"My-my older brother… I came home, and he's got all these cuts up his arms, and he's lost so much blood, and…" Ryou broke into a fresh wave of sobs.
"Okay, Give me your address, and an ambulance will be there shortly." Ryou gave his address, thanked the operator, and hung up. He ran over to Bakura who was slumped up against the kitchen counter. Ryou let out a choked cry, and threw himself beside his darkness.
"Yami, please…" He gathered him in his arms. "Don't go, god, don't go, please, please…." He sobbed uncontrollably, Bakuras head buried in his shoulders. He was still conscious, Ryou knew.
"Bakura…" Ryou whispered, lifting the spirit off him, and looking him in the eyes. The thiefs breathing was harsh and labored, his eyes only half opened. Ryou sobbed, leaning down and giving him a tender kiss on the lips.
Bakuras eyes widened, as his weak arms wrapped themselves around Ryous neck. Ryou supported the dying spirit, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue running along Bakuras bottom lip. Bakura opened his mouth in response, his hands moving up to Ryous silky hair. Ryou wrapped his arms tighter around the spirit, as Bakura moaned into his mouth. Ryou could taste the mixture of the coppery blood and the salty tears of Bakuras, as he explored Bakuras familiar mouth.
Finally, Bakura broke for air, falling against Ryous chest. Ryou buried his head in Bakuras hair, sobbing.
"Don't go…" He whispered. "Please don't…" Ryou held his darkness closer to his trembling chest.
"Please don't go…"
cries- I AM SO DAMN SORRY! DONT FLAME ME! PLEASE DONT! IF I GET ANY FLAMES I WILL NOT CONTINUE TEH FIC! joking.. heheh...