OKAY PEOPLES! ITS CRUNCH TIME!

I can probably end the whole entire story with thic chapter. Within a week, I can have the sequel up and posted, ((wo0htness!)) Or, I can just keep going on in this fic, which wouls probably be easier. Think of this as the final chapter of the first part of Control. Yay!

Trigger Happy Chaingunner, you are in this fic! This is your reward for being the lucky 100th reviewer. Heh.

Okay, Ive finished ranting. Go read now! n.n;;;

Disclaimer: I own nothing, certainly not trigger-happy-chaingunner, who I believe is proprty of the state of Alabama... ((JOKING! LOL))

Ryou hesitated when his hand began to turn the door. Did he want to this? Really?

Who was he kidding? Of COURSE! Ryou threw the door open, and gazed at his yami with a soft look in his eyes. Bakura was sitting up on the bed, curled into a ball, his head resting on his bandaged arms. His head snapped up, and a huge smile on his face. Ryou grinned, and ran over to the bed, jumping on it and fully tackling the spirit. Bakura was slightly winded as Ryou clung to him slightly tearfully.

"I-I thought you were going to die…" Ryou sobbed into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around the spirits neck. Bakura smiled slightly, patting Ryous back as he cried.

"Hey." Malik said solemnly as he walked in, and sat himself down at the edge of the bed, not knowing quite what to say. He didn't need to. The look in his lavender eyes enough, and Bakura grasped his wrist, and looked at him steadily for a few seconds, before breaking into a smile. Malik let out a long sigh of relief, smiling as he gave his friend a quick hug. Ryou finally managed to control his sobs, and broke apart from his yami, who softly stroked his silvery hair.

Malik smiled. "I'm ah, gonna go get a coffee…" He said, backing out of the room, and closing the door. The white haired teen didn't even acknowledge the fact he was leaving just gazed into each others eyes. One a warm chocolate brown, another hardened mahogany tinted with blood red.

"I thought I had lost you…" Ryou whispered, as Bakura smiled slightly, his hand cupping the back of Ryous silvery head. "I-I was so scared…" His voice trembled and broke, and Bakura merely sighed, placing a finger over lips.

"I'm here, and I'm not leaving. Not for a long time." He said softly. Ryou smiled, and looked away. A slightly sick feeling was rising in his stomach, as he pushed himself away from the spirit.

"Ryou, what the-" Bakura began, but Ryou jumped off the bed, and ran out of the room, tears stinging his eyes.

When he was a few halls away, Ryou stopped, and slid onto the floor, leaning against the wall. What the… Ryou was officially scared.

Because part of him wanted Bakura to die…

Ryou let out a long breath, and rubbed his eyes. Was he being serious? Did he want Bakura to be dead? Did he hate him that much?

Yes…

No, no he didn't. He didn't want to be alone, no no no, he didn't mean it…

Liar…

Ryou closed his eyes, two crystalline tear tracks wound out of his chocolate orbs and down his ivory cheeks. He didn't hate Bakura so much he wanted him dead. A small wisp of him still cared about his darkness.

Sure?

Stop it… Ryou mentally told himself. Yes, I do…. I have to…

I have too…

"Bakura?" Malik opened the door, his face a huge question mark, when he saw the spirit curled into a small ball, his shoulders shaking.

"Bakura…" Malik walked over to the thief, laying a hand on his shoulder. Bakura looked up, and in horror saw that he had been crying. His eyes were red-rimmed, and tears were trickling down his face. Malik was literally in shock. He had never, ever seen Bakura cry before. Never. And here he was, bawling his eyes out.

"M-Malik. I-It's Ryou… H-He… he hates m-me Malik, a-and I-I'm stupid enough to l-love him…" At this, Bakura collapsed into fresh sobs. Malik uncharacteristically put an arm around his friend as he sobbed, feeling his heart twist for the pair.

"I wrecked it!" Bakura yelled, tears still coursing down his face. "He loved me, he did! He said it, and he showed it, and I-I-I" Bakura hiccupped slightly. "I fucking screwed it, I lied, and said I loved him… and then I mistreated him so bad… and now look at what's happened!" Bakura continued to sob, tugging on his bandages desperately. He learned a very long time ago that a great way to calm himself and stop emotional pain was masochism.

"Bakura, no…" Malik held his hands tightly, and gazed into Bakuras eyes. "Don't." Bakura sighed, and bowed his head. Malik had never seen him like this, it was…. Well, it was an alien emotion on Bakuras part, anyway…

"Can I be alone for a bit?" Bakura asked tearfully. Malik snorted, but nodded and left. Typical Bakura, didn't want to seem weak….

Malik found Ryou curled into a ball in one of the hallways, sobbing also. He bent down and placed a hand on his thin shoulder. Ryou jerked away, and stood up.

"Ryou.." Malik whispered, brushing platinum locks out of his lavender eyes. "Ryou, what's wrong?" He was puzzled, concerned.

"I hate him, Malik…" The angel whispered, almost tearfully. "I-I hate him so much… He's hurt me so many times, I just can't…."Ryou placed a head in his hands. "Excuse me…" Ryou turned and ran, tears pouring out of his chocolate eyes.

Finally, he stopped, leaning against the wall as he struggled to catch his breath. He was about to go keep walking, when he saw a flicker of movement. Ryou frowned, and walked through the open door he had seen.

A fifteen year old girl was lying down in a hospital bed, reading a manga magazine. Her arm was hooked up on I.V, and she was on several machines that beeped, but that wasn't what surprised Ryou.

What surprised him was the fact that she was totally bald. She wore a kerchief/ Bandana around her head, But Ryou could still tell.

"Hey!" She looked up from her magazine cheerfully, and smiled. "Um, Who are you?"

Ryou regained his composure, and although he was tempted to run outside, he stepped into the room, and sat down on a chair.

"I-I'm visiting my brother," Ryou said softly. The girl frowned softly, and put her magazine on the table beside her.

"Does he look like you?" She asked, frowning slightly again. "White hair, brown eyes, pale?" Ryou nodded, looking at the girl rather strangely.

"I've seen him!" She said, sitting up properly, another smile on her face. "early this morning, he was walking around, looking kinda sad…" She cocked her head. "A-are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

Ryou sniffed, but smiled, wiping his last tears away. "I-I'm just sort of upset. My brother nearly died, and I just…" He trailed off. "I didn't want him to go, There was so many things I had to say, and do…" The girl smiled slightly sadly, and placed a hand on Ryous shoulder.

"Don't be afraid." She said softly. "Just make sure that… that you tell him. You never know, one moment, and the ones you love could be gone…" She closed her eyes, and a single tear slipped down her ivory cheek.

"What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the sound. Ryou was slightly puzzled, but gave her his name.

"Trust me, Ryou, Just tell him everything. Don't be scared, and don't put it off forever…." The girl let out a long sigh. "If I've learned one thing, its that… I have leukemia, you see, and I've been given two more months to live. I would have died over a years ago if not for chemo…" she sighed. "There's so much I'm going to miss out on, that's all…." She sighed.

"Well…" Ryou didn't know what to say. "What is your name?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. The girl smiled.

"I hate my real name," She said. "For some reason, My friend called me chaingunner a few years ago, and it sort of stuck…" She blushed, scratching the back of her bald head. "I'm sort of weird…" She blushed slightly.

Ryou grinned, pulling the chair closer to the bed.

Bakura was sitting on his bed, hands clasped around his knees. Ryou had fled two hours ago, and Malik just left to go home.

His mind kept going over everything, how he treated Ryou, how he loved Ryou, How Ryou seemed to hate him…

"Y-Yami?" Bakura lifted his head up to see a slightly trembling Ryou at the threshold. He tentatively walked over to the yami, and sat down on the edge of the thief's bed.

"What do you want!" Bakura asked rudely, a harsh look in his eyes as he looked away from the hikari.

"Yami…. Please…" He reached out a hand, but Bakura slapped it away.

"Don't talk to me…" He said quietly, his heart at breaking point.

"Please…" Bakura could hear tears in his soft voice, but didn't look at him. "I-I really want to talk…"

"Well, I don't!" Bakura retorted. "Just leave me alone!'

Ryou shook his head, and scooted over to Bakura, surprising both of the males by wrapping his thin arms around Bakuras neck, nuzzling himself in the base of his shoulder.

"Please, Yami…" He whispered. "Just talk to me, tell me what's wrong, or else I can't help you…"

"Help me what?" Bakura spat, looking in a mixture of disgust and love at the smaller boy clinging to him.

"H-Help you become a better person. You never know…. Maybe if you changed yourself, and showed me you're not all anger and hate…" Ryou took in a deep breath. "Maybe there could be something between us…" The angel fell silent, as Bakura slowly raised his arms, and tentatively wrapped them around Ryous torso, as one hand softly stroked his silvery locks.

"Ryou…"Bakura whispered to the boy. "You can't change me. This is the way its going to be. I-I'm sorry, but this cold and evil is the way I am…" He let out a sigh at the boy who tensed in his arms.

"I can try…" Ryou whispered, before lifting his head, and planting a small but genuine kiss on Bakuras nose. "It's my job... I'm the light. I'm supposed to make you feel love and warmth and compassion… Just like you're meant to make me stronger and tougher." Bakura sighed, running a hand through Ryous silvery locks.

"Well, I tried to make you stronger, and look where that got us…" Bakura whispered. "I shattered your love for me, and I stole your innocence. I'm so sorry…"

"I know you are…" Ryou said, cupping a side of Bakuras ivory face with his hand. "But... You're so unpredictable, yami, I don't know what you're going to do, and-" Ryou swallowed a sob. "I don't want to be hurt again…"

Bakura nodded, and closed his eyes. Ryou was so right. They could never be together. In order for Ryou to return these crazy feelings of love, Bakura would have to be loving, kind, and warm. And that was something that would never happen. He could never change habits that had stayed the same for over five thousand years, and he didn't want to try. Not trying to seem like a quitter, but he didn't want to hurt Ryou any more. He loved him so so much…

And Ryou would never change. Bakura could see that. True, he was so mentally unstable that he lashed out at even his friends, and Bakura knew that was his entire fault, but there was still a chance, that maybe he could work all of this madness out.

He would never, ever stop loving Ryou. And maybe, just maybe, Ryou could sift through all of these feelings and emotions, and find a shard of love, and maybe they could finally be a couple after so long…

Fingers crossed.

Wo0htness! Now y'all remember to tell me in a review if you want me to add more chappies, or start a sequel fic. Byebye now! -rushes off to go write more of 'Prisoner' Whew... having two ongoing fics at onc eish hard... n.n;;;;;