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How long had it been? Yugi and his darkness had said two weeks, but to Bakura it had seemed like a lifetime. Life was nothing to him now. He never slept, never ate, He just… existed. Barely. He wanted Ryou. He needed Ryou. He just wanted to see him smile, but wanted to hold him in his arms…
Yugi was very, very worried for the spirit. After school each day, he and Jounouchi always checked on the spirit, but he was always just sitting in the corner, his fingers clenched tightly on the ring. Dammit, he had to find Ryou. Not that he hadn't been trying, he had. He called everyone he knew, even phoned the Bureau of Missing Persons, but nothing. Bakuras deteriorating condition was frightening, to say the least, He was thin, so thin, and just so depressed. He had the ring, but inside he was dying. Yugi had to do something!
Ryou was sitting on his bed, in his 'new' room. Well, he DID live there two years ago, and he was able to reclaim the room as his. It was pretty, mainly blue and white, and rather plain, but that was how he like it. The phone disrupted the angel from the book he was deeply engrossed in. Confused, he picked up, not having any idea who would be on the other end.
"Um, Hello, Is Ryou there?" Yugi asked tentatively on the phone. He was over at Bakuras house, the spirit sitting blankly on the couch. At the sound of Ryous name, he perked up, gazing intently at Yugi.
"This is he…" Ryou said warily, not quite placing the voice.
"Oh, Ryou, Thank god we finally found you! We- NO!" Ryous eyes widened as he placed Yugis voice, his heart pounding. Oh no….
"Ryou!" The angel almost dropped the phone as he placed the voice. The darkness had snatched the phone off Yugi. "Ryou, oh god, please come back, I'm so sorry, please Ryou, I'll do anything, please please please!" Bakuras breath was hitched with tears as he sobbed desperately to his light.
"Bakura… I'm sick of you hurting me." Ryou said softly, his voice wobbling. "and I cant pretend I love you."
"Ryou, Please!" Bakura yelled desperately, his breath heaving as tears trickled down his face. "I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" Ryou whispered. "Then don't love me, Bakura. Leave me alone, let me go. I don't want to see you again!" At this, he slammed down the phone, leaning back on his headboard.
Bakura dropped the phone, his chin trembling as he fell to his knees, and collapsed into heart-wrenching sobs. Ryou, Ryou, Ryou, Ryou…. His name tore through Bakura like a heartbeat. What the fuck was he going to do?
"It was for the best, Yugi…" His darkness placed a comforting hand on Yugis shoulder. The smaller boy sighed, and bowed his head. He wasn't so sure he did the right thing…
Was sending Bakura to a mental institution because he went crazy at the loss of Ryou the right thing? He didn't know. All he knew was that Bakura was crazily in love with his hikari, but Ryou didn't love him back. It was so confusing…
Needless to say, Bakura was not happy. He hated this little box-room he was in, he hated it when he had to go to the cafeteria and force down food, he hated everything about this dump Yugi shoved him in. He wanted out. He wanted to go and see Ryou…
Naturally, all of the other loons ignored Bakura, leaving him to sit either miserably in his room or miserably in the patients lounge. Once a day, he had to go to this fucking therapy shit. Not fun. He usually spent the time either dead silent, or yelling and screaming for the stupid doctors to leave him alone. They must have thought he was crazy. Yes, even Bakura knew he was crazy, he had been for as long as he could remember, but this loss of Ryou was causing him to become extremely unstable, mentally.
No worry… Bakura thought to himself, stroking the slim metal of his salvation under the thin pillow he slept on. It was his hope. His cure. One week. One week, and If he was still here, if Ryou still didn't love him, that was it.
He wasn't going to live without Ryous love.
Oh gods…. Should Ryou be doing this? His hand clenched on the door handle, to the room where, just beyond the metal slab, was his darkness. Yugi had finally convinced Ryou that he needed to go and see Bakura, for his mental health purposes. Ryou reluctantly agreed, but butterflies were flying around in his stomach. He escaped from Bakuras twisted hell a month ago, abd he was having no regrets about it.
Finally, the angel worked up his nerve, and resolutely twisted the handle to the door, stepping inside.
Bakura lifted his head, and gazed at the angel on the threshold. Wordlessly, He stood up, his hands outstretched as he began to walk towards his hikari. Ryou smiled, walking forward a couple of paces, and tightly grasping Bakuras wrists, a sad smile on his porcelain face, as he gazed steadily at his darkness. He looked awful beyond words. He was always thin, but now, anorexic would describe his stature better. His hair seemed to be wildly tangled, and despairingly limp at the same time, and deep, blue-black shadows were under his dead brown eyes. A tear slipped out of Ryous eye, as he wrapped his arms around Bakuras trembling skeletal frame.
Bakura melted into Ryous embrace, nuzzling his silvery head in the angels neck. His body shook with heart wrenching sobs, as Ryou soothingly rubbed Bakuras back, his thin form trembling himself. Was this really his Bakura? Was this his abusive Yami who never let anything get in his way? It was as thought they had switched roles. Ryou was the strong one, Bakura was sobbing in his hold. This infatuation Bakura had with him had messed the both of them up, big time.
A long time later, they broke apart. Ryou sat Bakura down on the bed, wrapping an arm around his anorexic frame, Bakura leaning into Ryous shoulder. Ryou gazed sadly at the darkness, wiping the tears from his face with his free hand.
"Wh-Why are you here?" Bakura asked tearfully, lifting his head to gaze at his Hikari. "Where were you?"
"I'm here to see you, Bakura." Ryou whispered in reply. "Because I care about you." Bakura smiled softly, lowering his gaze to the bed.
"But you don't love me." Bakura said sadly. Ryou shook his head. Bakura went tense, and stood up, eyes flashing with an old spark of anger.
"Why?" Bakura snarled, actually trembling in rage. "Why don't you love me?" Ryou looked down. The darkness growled, reaching under his pillow, and pulling out his salvation- a revolver. Ryou cried out, and stood up, fear dancing in his eyes.
"Why don't you love me?" He breathed dangerously, pressing the barrel into his temple. Ryou began to cry, his hands trembling.
"How could you get something like that here?" He asked tearfully. Bakura grinned.
"I'm a thief, Ryou." He said menacingly, pressing the gun barrel deeper into his head. "Why don't you love me?" Ryou sobbed, his hands covering his mouth.
"I don't know…" Ryou whispered. "I care about you, and I-I guess I do love you, in a way. L-Like a brother. Like I loved Amane. B-But I don't love you like I used to, yami, I-I'm so sorry… I tried, but I just get it back. You destroyed my love when you destroyed my innocence…" At this, Ryou bowed his head, his shoulders shaking. Bakura growled, and seized Ryou, slamming him up against the wall as he pressed the gun into the lights collarbone. Ryou cried out, struggling madly in his grasp. "Yami, please… I care about you! I don't want to lose you. Please…" He dissolved into sobs, his body trembling.
He still cared about him, even if he didn't love his yami. This news seemed to lift a weight in Bakuras chest. He let out a breath, releasing the hold he had on his light, and dropping the gun.
"What can I do… To make you love me?" Bakura managed to choke out, fresh tears filling the permanent tracks in his porcelain face.
"I-I don't know…." Ryou whispered, sliding down on the wall until he was sitting down, arms wrapped around his thin frame. "I want to love you again…" Ryou whispered. "I do…" Bakuras face softened, as he got down beside his light, and wrapped his arms around his light. Both of them cried, in confusion, in pain, and in mourning of lost love.
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