A/N: Okay folks, guess what? THIS ISNT THE LAST CHAPTER! WOOHOOO! Lol.
You see, I had this kewl idea. (Helped by meh Beta, Hiro) To cut this in half and create an alternate ending, so... yeah. And I shall create a sequel to it! YEAH! Lol. n.n;;;
Well, without further adeiu, I give you the second to last chapter.
Disclaimer: I dont own...
It had been two weeks since Ryou has admitted his love to Bakura, and they had easily been the best two weeks of both of their lives. Bakura has exposed a soft side Ryou had never seen before, and Ryou was so much more alive. He was cheeky to the spirit, always a smile on his innocent face. It was really beautiful, in Bakuras mind, to see the boy- who had, just a short couple of months ago, hated the spirit with every fiber in his body. Ryou, on the other hand, has perfectly valid reasons for loving Bakura. The darkness was really kind to Ryou, he knew everything about the angel, and of course, he was extremely gorgeous. They really didn't look like each other at all. Sure, they had the same hair, skin, and eye colour, but that was really it. Ryou was the angel, Bakura was the demon. Simple as that.
"Yami?" Ryou stuck his head in the door, buttoning him up his blue school uniform. The yami pulled himself up in bed, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah?" He whispered, blinking lightly. Ryou smiled softly.
"I just wanted to say that I'm going to the library with Honda after school to tutor him in Algebra. He really doesn't want to fail this test. He'll drop me off home on his motorbike later this evening, so don't worry If I'm late home, 'kay?" Bakura merely nodded, still half-asleep. Ryou smiled, giving the darkness a quick peck on the cheek before ducking out of the room. "Love you!" He called, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. Bakura didn't reply. He was already asleep.
The darkness was nervous as he paced anxiously around the lounge. What the heck, it was Seven O'clock… Surely Ryou wouldn't want to hang around with that annoying monkey for four hours, would he? Bakura ran his fingers through his snowy locks, and sat on the lip of the couch, gazing at the floor. Something was wrong, something was wrong, so wrong… Bakura had tried to contact Ryou on the link several times in the past hour, and he got nothing. Ryou was in trouble. That damn Honda- monkey probably got caught speeding. Yeah that was it…
The phone startled Bakura out of his thoughts, with its harsh ringing. Bakura jerked up, and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" He yelled. "Ryou is that you?"
"N-No…" Bakura frowned. It was Yugi. And it sounded like he had been crying.
"Oh Ra no…." Bakura whispered, as the teen gave a muffled sob.
"U-Ummmm, Y-Yami Bakura…. Th-There was an accident…" Yugi took a deep breath. "H-Honda…. He's dead. A-and Bakura… He's on life support they don't think he'll make it…" Bakura dropped the phone, as he fell to his knees. Oh no, oh god no no no no no no no……. Ryou!
"I-I'll be right over." He managed to sob, before he forced himself to stand up, and stumbled out of the apartment. Oh god, this wasn't happening, this wasn't, please no, this was a dream, or a joke, oh god….
Oh god.
No way.
That wasn't Ryou, it couldn't be…
This broken doll on the hospital bed, stuck with innumerous needles, with a bandaged head and a deathly pale face was not his hikari…
Bakura reached out a hand and ran his fingers along Ryous translucent face, tears running down his own. He had tried, countless times, to contact Ryou, but there was still nothing.
"Bakura…" The said darkness turned around to find Malik standing at the doorway with tears in his amethyst eyes. Wordlessly, the Egyptian ran towards Bakura sweeping him in a huge hug. The yamis tears soaked Malik shoulder as his body shook with silent sobs. He didn't care about The fact that Jou, Anzu, Yugi and Yami were in the room, all he cared about was Ryou, The fact that Ryou was going to die, the fact he was probably never going to see him again…
A long time later, he broke apart, collapsing into a chair and holding his head in his hands.
"H-Have you told his father?" Bakura managed to choke out, wiping his eyes. Yugi shook his head, looking confused.
"W-we don't have his number…" He said softly. Bakura long, shuddering sigh, and struggled to his feet.
"I'll go call him." He whispered blankly, exiting the room and heading down to the pay phone. He pumped in a few quarters and dialed the number he knew by heart desperately, his fingers shaking as he heard the dial tone.
"Hello?" Damnit, the annoying little brat was on. Bakura snarled, kicking the wall.
"Hey, Kiko." He said harshly. "Get your damn father on." The smaller girl screamed, dropping the phone as she ran off. Heh. Guess she knew who Bakura was…
"What the hell do you want? Stay away from my family!" The angry voice of Ryous father filtered through the mouthpiece a few seconds laster. Bakura merely growled, tears threatening his eyes.
"Get your ass down to the hospital." Bakura said shortly. "Ryou was in an accident." With this, he slammed up the phone, and stalked back to the angels room, teard still running down his face.
Yes, I know it is short. but meh. I will be in the having of the first ending up in a few days.
R&R!