-wanders in- Ohh, hi. xD Look! I dont even wait for teh reviews to slow down... its a little short, but meh. One more chapter, and then it will be the final one, and an alternate ending. I can keep lying to myself anymore. The qualitys gone down, because I'm just... Losing inspiration. Its time for it to end. -shuts up- xD
Disclaimer: I DONT OWN IT! ;.; Must I be reminded constantly?
It was a long time before Malik regained his composure, pulling himself to his feet, and leaning against the counter. He stood immobile for a moment, before picking up the spatula and continuing to make pancakes for Ryou. Bakura stood silently on the other side of the kitchen, as he watched Malik work.
"You have to talk to him." The Egyptian muttered as he began to spread the pancakes with strawberry jelly.
"What?" Bakuras head snapped up as he glared at the sandy-haired teen.
"You have to talk to Ryou. For gods sake, Bakura, just tell him you love him!" Malik turned around and stared piercingly at the demon. "I don't care if it's a lie, just do what you have to do to make him happy. He. Is going. To-" Malik broke off and sighed, thrusting a large white plate loaded with pancakes into Bakura. "Now get your ass out there and for gods sake, don't screw it up!" Bakura looked down, first at the food in his hands, and then up to Malik, tears shining in lavender eyes. He let out a long sigh, bowing his head.
"What the hell am I going to say to him, Malik! I don't love him. I don't. He knows that!" Bakura moaned aloud, and looked up to the ceiling. "Oh gods, what the fuck can I do?"
"You can apologize for what you've done." Malik said gravely, looking straight into the demons eyes. "Say sorry, and Ryou might forgive you."
"Y-You think?" Bakura whispered almost hopefully, smiling softly, a warm sheen in his cold brown eyes. Malik nodded, a soft smile on his face as he leaned in and gently placed his lips on the darkness's cheek.
"I know." Malik smiled softly. "He's one of the warmest, sweetest, and most forgiving people in the world. He has to forgive you, especially since he still loves you." Bakura smiled softly, and bearing the large plate of pancakes, he headed slowly into the small lounge, eyes softening for a moment at the sight of Ryou curled into a tight ball, sobbing softly, and gently walked over to the light, setting the plate on the coffee table and sitting beside his hikari.
"What do you want." It was a statement, not a question. Bakura sighed, and gently wrapped a lithe arm around Ryous shoulders. The light froze, and began to whimper, but Bakura gently uncurled him from his tight ball, and rubbed his back almost tenderly. Ryou looked up tearfully, a confused look in warm mocha eyes.
"Eat." Bakura said shortly, gesturing to the plate of pancakes on the table. Ryous eyes lit up at the food, and he literally dove into the food, cramming the food into his mouth almost whole, not bothering to chew properly. "Uh, Ryou, you might want to slow down, Ryou, I.. Ryou!" The light froze from his frantic eating, and looked up at Bakura, who actually smiled at him. He looked positively adorable, with his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, and strawberry jelly at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, now eat it slowly. Chew properly," Ryou nodded, chewing labouredly. "And swallow, not all at once…" Ryou swallowed, gulping deeply, and gasping, the jelly still smeared at the corner of his rosebud lips. He gently took another pancake, and ate it slowly this time, his eyes closing in bliss at his slowly filling stomach.
Finally, the young light was finished. He looked almost longingly at the empty plate, but smiled softly, and leaned back on the purple couch, one hand placed gently over his painfully full stomach. Ryou sighed contentedly, and gazed at the ceiling, a small smile on his tires, bruised face.
"R-Ryou." Bakura said softly, gazing at the light, who lifted his head, and gazed back at the demon, fear beginning to show in his eyes. "Shh… Don't be scared." He breathed, gently taking the lights hands. "I just want to talk to you."
"Wh-What about?" Ryou asked softly, wide brown eyes soft and curious.
"I'm sorry, Ryou." Bakura said in a hurried rush. "I-I'm sorry, for all the times I ever hurt you. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you like that, for betraying you, for causing you so much pain-" At this, Bakura broke off, his head bowed. "God, I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you." He breathed deeply, his hands clenched tightly into fists. "C-Can you ever forgive me?" He slowly lifted his gaze, traveling from his fisted hands on his jeans, to Ryous own trousers, up past his slim waist, up his torso, and finally into soft brown eyes wide in confusion and slowly welling with tears. "I'm such an idiot, Ryou, I don't know why I hurt you, I was just so upset and angry, I didn't fully understand what I was doing. It just… I was up angry, after you found out about how I used to hurt you… I just wanted it all to be perfect, I wanted us to be perfect, and I tried so hard to change myself, but it just wasn't working, I was trying to be someone I'm not…" He let out a long breath. "I totally understand if you want me to leave, I hate myself right now too…" He buried his head deep in his hands, unable to look into those innocent large brown eyes anymore.
After a few moments, he felt a soft warmth across his shoulders. The demon lifted his head to find Ryous head buried into his shoulder, his slim form shaking as he wrapped his arms tighter around the yami.
"Of course I forgive you." Ryou whispered softly. "I'll always forgive you. No one knows you like I do, yami, no one understands… I'll always be here for you. Always." The light smiled into the demons shoulder gently combing untamed snowy locks.
"No matter what happens, I'm never going to leave you."
Yay! Fluffffyyy! -smiles- um, yeah... I know its short... -.- R&R anyway? -smiles-