Hello all! I know this is a fast update, but...
I Think I would have to say, this isnt really a chapter, more of a little in-between thingy. Theres almost no dialogoue, its mostly thoughts between Ryou and Bakura. Just sappy background stuff.
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A week later found Ryou and Bakura sitting together in the small room the latter was currently staying in. A few days ago, Ryou regretfully packed his bags and left the Bakura household. Izumi and Kiko were upset, but Ken and his father couldn't wait to see the back of him. Not that Ryou really blamed them. He returned to school, and every afternoon, he would visit Bakura in the institution, sometimes staying until visiting hours were over at ten o'clock. He didn't hate Bakura, not at all, this shy quietness was a totally new thing for the angel, but he didn't know how long it would last. He was probably all doped up in drugs or something for all he knew. But no matter what, Ryou would never be prepared to enter a serious relationship with his darkness. He was too afraid. And- although it hurt him to say it- He really did miss the old Bakura. He wanted him back. This meek shell of a spirit he was seeing was new to him, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked it.
Bakura gazed at the boy lying next to him, and smiled, tightly grasping a hand of his, and curling an arm around his shoulders. Ryou smiled softly at the touch, nestling tighter into his yamis side, and letting out a deep breath.
Ryou did care about his darkness, so so much. And more then that, he depended on him. If it wasn't for Bakura to guide him, a protective shield around his rocky and unstable life, he would be defenseless, just another victim for various people to abuse. Bakura was his rock, the one thing that had remained true in his life for almost eight years now. It was because of that that Ryou stayed. That he truly cared for his darkness. Because, ever since he was a small child, Bakura would always be there to comfort him. Even if it was with a harsh word, or closed fist, it was still there. Bakura had shaped Ryous life, and even though the yami didn't know it, the angel had shaped his. This recent turn of events had blurred the line between them, separating them as darkness and light. Bakura needed Ryou. He was dependent on him. And, surprisingly enough, he didn't mind.
Ryou sat up slowly, and gazed down at the almost-asleep spirit lying next to him. Bakuras physical and mental condition had greatly improved ever since he finally came to see him. The dark shadows under his eyes were gone, and Ryou managed to drag a brush through the yamis hair several times, so it was vibrant and fluffy like it used to be. Even though it had only been a week, Bakura had really filled out. He no longer looked like a skeleton anymore, more like the spirit he once knew. But the biggest change Ryou saw in his darkness was his eyes. New emotions, ones Ryou had never seen pass through the darkness before flickered in Bakuras eyes. They were almost like Ryou, in the way they would light up whenever the darkness was happy, especially when Ryou was around. His good mood was light a light, infectious, and Bakura loved it. He loved Ryou, and he always would. Forever and ever and ever.
"Its ten o'clock." Ryou finally whispered. The darkness groaned, rubbing a sleepy hand over his eyes. "I have to go."
"Kay…. Bye Ryou…" Bakura whispered softly, releasing his hold on the light. Ryou smiled, and leaned down, giving his darkness a quick peck on the cheek, his face flushed bright red.
"Bye 'Kura…" he said softly as he left the room, softly shutting the door behind him.
Bakura smiled, rolling over. Yes, he really did love Ryou. His feelings for him had been so unstable over these years. At first, he was protective of Ryou, even feeling fond of him. But that was years ago. When he used to beat him, it was a mixture of controlling his turmoil and feelings, and a burning desire to physically and mentally strengthen Ryou. And then… He just loved to see the broken angel in pain, sobbing and pleading for mercy. Inside, it now made Bakura sick to think he actually loved seeing his little angel in pain like that. He loved almost everything about Ryou. From his angelic appearance, to his soft voice, to his wonderfully sweet personality. Many times, he wondered to himself, Why? Why was ho so hopelessly in love with someone so unlike him? He'd often heard the phrase opposites attract, but this was ridiculous.
Bakura knew the cold spirit he had once been- and still was, he knew deep down- And to be frank with himself, he didn't blame Ryou one bit for hating him.
The spirit sighed, finally drifting off to a much-needed sleep.
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