A Change Of Heart – Part Two – by Ashford2ashford

Disclaimers: I think in a dream I owned Yugioh and was rich and famous and everyone knew my name…but then I woke up…I hate dreaming now…

Rating: R

Pairing (s): Ryou/Bakura – aww…they're gonna try and piece it together

Timeline: Seeing as it's pretty hard for me to stay to a set timeline, I'm not even going to try. It has none. It's an alternate reality fic!

AN: The second chapter is here, and I've tried a different writing style…just for you! I was reading "The Shining" by Stephen King…a hell of a great book…I think I'll read more of his (I've only read three!) after this…
Anyways, I was reading it and I read a particular way he has of mixing the actual storyline with random trains of thought and flashback (as seen in commas like this) and so I figured I'd try it out…
So I hope you enjoy my playing.
I know it reads a little confusing…but that adds to their confusion…so no worries, eh?
And remember! TASTEFUL comments! No flames. Please. I don't like retards who don't read this. If you don't like it, don't read it! I DID give you a summary!

Summary: Bakura's regretting doing what he did to Ryou in the past, but how can he repent for what he considers to be a sin…and how can he say sorry when no words can console a wounded heart?

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A Change Of Heart
Part Two – Trying

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It was hurting both of them…the stunned silences, the demonic gazes, the rage building up, rising thickly into the air between them, and the ever imagined threat of the fight that never seemed to come. Sometimes, Ryou wished Bakura would just smack him about, torture him a little, anything to break the tension, and Bakura would wish that Ryou would lose his temper and strike him, giving the Yami an excuse to fight back…hard…but that time simply wasn't coming. It was either by hesitance from both parties, or by fate that they shouldn't, that they couldn't strike each other in such a manner – Bakura had an opinion that it was both – and so the tension mounted…and the expressions grew sour…

It had been a couple of days since the confrontation with the other Yami's, and since all three Yami's were now back – by some means or another – they were forced back to their Hikari's sides – possibly to be tortured or idolised in Atemu's and Mariku's cases – why? Not even they knew.
One minute they were dead, the next minute they were alive…
Powerless…and with their own mortal bodies…only their Millennium Items keeping some form of supernatural energy within them…
It confused Bakura…
And it made Ryou cry out…in fear…
(Hurts me…hurts me a lot.)

…which made Bakura wonder…was the past series of years a waste of time? Had he been too harsh on the little light
(Hikari)
punished him when he shouldn't have? Done something to him
(screaming…thrusting…blood on the walls…pain in his eyes…those eyes…close them…now! NOW! CLOSE THEM NOW!)
that he shouldn't have? Hurt him when he shouldn't have?

It made Bakura's stomach turn over to think of his Hikari in the situations he had been in so far…and it made Ryou hurt inside to even look at the grinning white haired demon sat in his living room, eating...
(Plotting?)

Both Hikari and Yami had been sat in silence, their gazes strictly turned away from each other, no spoken words between them, the pain evident on the inside of them through their expressions, and the feeling that they had never been this close yet this far apart before.
Even when Bakura had been hurting Ryou
(SAY MY NAME! B-Bakuraa! That's it! Stupid Hikari…kiss me…taste me. Blood on my lips? Yes…your blood. Drink it up Hikari…good and strong Hikari. I hate you. I love it when you say that.)
at least they had still been close. There may have been upsets
(So tight…such a tight little Hikari. Bakura. Hush little Hikari. You'll get used to it. Bakura! And then you'll learn to love it. BAKURA! Yes? What is it, demanding little tight Hikari? I…I hate you…I really hate you! Really? That's funny. Because I love this…so much…now try not to scream…)
between them, but they were sorted now…weren't they?

Bakura assumed they were, thinking this as he reached for some more peanuts from the packet on the table in front of him, throwing them into his mouth; his fangs chewing through them noisily, one nail picking bits out of his teeth afterwards. He stole a glance at his Hikari during this and then frowned – Ryou was hunched up with his eyes fixed on the floor, his little body trembling, his frame pressed against the end of the couch, as far away from Bakura as he could squeeze himself, and with a wide eyed expression of fear on his beautiful face.
The shadowy Yami lowered his gaze also and then growled gently, his reserve snapping
(YOU LITTLE WHORE!)
as he found himself face to face with his Hikari, the Hikari suddenly screaming in terror and surprise
(NO! BAKURA! PLEASE!)
as the Yami's nose pressed close to his, an unreadable expression on the darker one's face, his teeth revealed as two sharp jagged points as he panted hard like a dog out of breath.

"…n'y…more!"
Bakura's words were seething with that much anger that at first they were un-intelligible, and Ryou's eyes were widening ever so slightly, before he dared breathe.
"P-pardon?"

Bakura growled like some feral beast and then lowered his head, sighing, his grip on Ryou's arms remaining, but his anger leaving with his breath. He sucked air back in and looked up at Ryou, genuine hurt on his face.

"I can't take this any more." He repeated, slowly and painfully, his voice quivering ever so slightly, making Ryou's face soften somehow, his wariness still there, but his fear vanishing instantly.
Maybe it was because of his expression?
Maybe it was his words?
Ryou didn't know, but he had calmed somewhat and was now staring into Bakura's eyes in silence, Bakura's grip remaining still, but something odd passing between them as hazel stared into scorched brown, and there was a moment of silence before…

"Can't take what?"
Ryou's head cocked to one side and Bakura's hands released their grip on Ryou, sliding pathetically to his sides, and then he sighed and allowed a soft tone to whisper; "I don't want to hurt you."

Inside…the conflict had begun
(Screaming…more blood on the walls…don't you ever shut up? Shut up? Shut up? Shut up? Help me! HELP ME! Mummy…Mummy! Chains divided by Metal multiplied by Steel add a little snip of Locked and multiply the result by Blood. Work the equation out, class. You have five minutes…)
and inside, both Ryou and Bakura were fighting a battle to either ignore
(Ignore me will you? Take this! And this! And this! You'll kill me! I'd torture you first! You'll go to hell! You're coming with me!)
or to fight and face the fears that had accumulated in their mind for the past few years. Bakura looking at Ryou trying to decide whether the Hikari was going to fight or run, Ryou trying to figure out if Bakura was going to cry or scream blue murder.

The conflict seemed to last hours…in fact it only lasted minutes…if that.

"I don't want to be hurt…Bakura."
The statement was simple.
That was all they needed…

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Ashford2ashford: Oh dear! I left the crazed randomness of a cliff hanger! But fear not! There is a Part Three! That's if you want it! And I hoped you like my toying style of writing! See you soon!