Chapter seven! Have been inspired all over again people! Expect lots of chapters in a short space of time!

This is dedicated to Eminem and Dido, their song Stan, to my best friend Jaz (I hope you get your boy, girlfriend), to Kylie and her boyfriend as a hope to her recovery and to all the people who want love in their lives.

Disclaimer: I don't own it… too busy dreaming about my crush…

Dropping A Bombshell

'Ryou? Ryou where are you going?'

'I need to go home, Lola, I'm sorry but I do… I have things to get on with.'

'Oh. OK. Promise you'll visit me all the time?'

Lola looked pleadingly at her new boyfriend Ryou.

'Yeah, sure, when I have the time.' Lola was a little bit disappointed, but decided that if he needed his time, he needed his time. She didn't say anything else and simply watched as the white-haired teen made his way out of her bedroom.

She didn't know what was going on in his life. He was so fragile. She hated to see him look so vulnerable and sad. It broke her heart. She loved him and would do anything for him. But she knew his secrets were closed, and he would probably keep them bottled up until he died.

She wished he would share his feelings with her. It might help him. He seemed so weak and anxious. All the things they'd done when they'd known each other for so little time. She'd had her first kiss with him, they'd comforted each other, she'd looked after him, he'd told her he loved her…

Why was he so secretive? She just wanted to make it better.

Ryou hurried along the street, his heart picking up pace. He regretted putting Lola in the dark. She'd told him all of her dark family secrets. But he seemed unable to tell her. She'd be upset. She'd want to know who he was and what he was doing. Bakura wasn't bad, he was just angry. He'd had a bad childhood to Ryou's guesses.

Ryou paused to think in his mind. At his guesses. He hadn't told Ryou anything. He never would, the only thing he would tell his hikari his how pathetic and useless he was.

Somewhere in the depths of his heart, he knew his Yami was a bad person. But he wouldn't admit it. He wanted his Yami to be good so badly. He would never take the idea into concept. It was too painful.

He reached the door of his house and inhaled shakily. He didn't know what was waiting for him inside that door and he was nervous to find out. His legs were like water, and felt liable to give way any second. Trying to calm his rocketing heart, he walked nervously and gently pushed the door ajar, to see what was inside.

Nothing. Just darkness. The dim light from the doorway cast a dull glow on the carpet, Ryou's silhouette barely visible. He stepped inside, an instant wave of cold washing over him. He shivered and folded his arms to his chest. He looked round gingerly to see that no one was there.

Yet.

He saw the door to the lounge was slightly open, so he walked towards it and gently pushed it further. His heart jumped suddenly to see a single dark figure sitting eerily still on the sofa. It could only be one person.

Ryou walked slowly inside and shut the door tight behind him. Now there wasn't even a tiny shaft of light to differentiate between shadows and real life. He heard the material shift and the vibes in the room seemed to jolt.

'Hello.'

The single word was spoken sharply and clearly, but there was no movement to follow.

'H…Hi.' Ryou barely managed above a whisper. It was hardly audible.

'You punched me.'

Ryou felt sick. 'I… I know.'

'Why?' Ryou heard something stir and jumped. A harsh laugh followed this.

'Don't jump, hikari. I just want to talk to you.' Ryou couldn't trust this voice. Too many times had it been that voice speaking the cruel words that laced Ryou's mind. Too often had it been. He could not trust his Yami.

'You'll hit me, like you always do.' Ryou steadied his voice and was surprised at his sentence. He had learned not to answer his Yami from the day he arrived. He didn't know why his outburst of violence had been provoked, or why he was saying such accusative things. It wasn't like him at all.

'Sit down.' Ryou didn't move. He felt paralysed. He was shivering uncontrollably and was desperately cold. His heart was thumping. It was always this way between him and Bakura. Always controlled, always powerless, always weak, always scared. He had no power of his own to deal with these reactions, they were just there.

It seemed like his emotions were failing him. One minute he felt brave, the next he felt cowardly and scared. Another time he felt aggressive, the next he felt soft. Why was this? He needed an answer.

'Sit down, hikari.' The voice maintained its even level, a coldness icing his words. Ryou somehow felt the strength to move and waked over to where he thought the sofa was. He held out his hands, feeling his way around the room.

He eventually felt the cushiony material of the sofa and turned around, sinking into its soft depths. But even this wasn't enough to make him feel safe. He could feel the closeness of his Yami. What was he planning? What was he going to do?

'Do you feel comfortable?' Ryou jumped. Since when did Bakura try to make Ryou feel comfortable? It wasn't normal. He wasn't normal.

'Yes.' Ryou lied as he clenched his hands into fists, cutting off the blood circulation entirely and turning his knuckles white.

'Good. Now, I want to ask you something.' Ryou calmed his shaking body and nodded his head.

'OK.' He braced himself for the wave of insults about to wash over him. He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to feel it all.

'Who do you love?' Ryou's eyes flickered open. Did Bakura just ask him something nice? Who did he love? That was simple.

'My girlfriend. Lola.' His voice wasn't shaking as audibly now. He spoke her name somewhat proudly.

'You have a girlfriend?' Ryou spotted something this time. There was a tiniest hint of neglect in his voice. The tiniest hint. Ryou became nervous again. What sort of game was Bakura playing?

'Y…yes.' He felt the material shift again and become lighter. Bakura had gotten off the sofa. Before he could focus properly, the table lamp beside him had been switched on. Ryou jumped and gave a little yelp. His Yami's face was inches from his own, smiling expressionlessly.

'There is no need to jump. I have something to show you.' Ryou nodded and Bakura moved his head closer.

'Are you sure you want to see what I have?' Ryou nodded. He was too afraid to say no. He wanted to get through this alive. If his Yami was going to be nice, he wanted to make as much of it as he could.

Bakura's frosty breath washed over his face, making it feel cold immediately.

'I don't show many people what I have, Ryou.'

Ryou shook his head. 'It's… OK. I wouldn't… wouldn't mind.' He stuttered pathetically, clenching the soft material between his fingers.

Bakura smiled and brought his face closer to his hikari's.

Then he kissed him.

Ooh yeah Bakura drops a bombshell. Nasty cliffhanger! Please Review… when I get them I shall start work on Chapter eight straightaway.

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