A Change Of Heart – Part Three – by Ashford2ashford
Disclaimers: Bakura: If I hear one more disclaimer I'm gonna – what? Oh. She doesn't own us. Happy now?
Rating: R
Pairing (s): Ryou/Bakura – aww…they're gonna try and piece it together
Timeline: ALTERNATE REALITY FIC – In other words…no set timeline.
AN: Well, no flames so don't be a retard and try. That's over with.
Ahem.
The third and final update! Wow. Sooo…emm…yeah…okay…done…
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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Chapter Three - Emotions
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They both sat in silence for some time, Ryou hardly daring to look up anymore, and Bakura perched on the edge of the couch; his face thoughtful. Neither albino had spoken since the words that were now echoing on the air in the thick silence had been spoken.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't want to be hurt."
It had stopped there. Everything had stopped. Ryou Bakura had felt wetness on his face, his own tears, and had huddled down into Bakura's chest, and Bakura's eyes had widened as he stood paralysed, unable to comment – no witty comeback, no sharp remark, and no spiteful comment…just stunned silence. The shoulders of the smaller boy had shook with tears, and the trembling, yet strangely gentle hands of the taller boy had wrapped around his hikari's shoulders – trying to be reassuring.
Then, when the sobbing stopped, when silence replaced the air around them, then they had silently walked into the sitting room and had seated themselves, unable to give answers to the questions pounding in each other's heads. There was so much Ryou wanted to ask, and the same was said for Bakura.
"Ryou…"
"Bakura…"
They both locked eyes at the same time, their mouths hanging open, their eyes wide with shock, and their names fluttering between them like a moth to the flame. Silence again followed, and the two tore themselves away from each other's eyes, Bakura speaking first.
"You first, Hikari."
Ryou shook his head and then blushed, out of embarrassment at this point, "Sorry. You first."
Silence…
Then Bakura stood, in irritation. They had expressed their feelings in one sentence before! Why couldn't they do it now? It was tearing the darker one apart inside. Wondering why the tense silence, why the hesitance? He was used to getting his own way – used to speaking and then having everyone hanging on his every word! Why now, when he knew that Ryou would indeed listen, were the words he wanted to say eluding him?
Maybe it was true after all. Sorry did indeed seem to be the hardest word to say. After years of abuse and torment and forced destiny. After days and weeks and months of endless torment. After souls became trapped, after friends fell into comas, after loneliness crept into the hikari's heart, and after the pain, why now could Bakura not utter the words he so desperately wanted to say?
"Because I do have a heart." He growled.
Ryou looked up, "Pardon?"
Bakura turned to him, bold and determined, and then knelt down before him, taking hold of the pale white hands in his own, bowing his head out of thought, and then sighing gently. He looked up, burnt sienna meeting hazel, and then spoke again.
"That's why I can't speak. That's why my chest feels tight, and my heart begins to pound. That's why whenever I look at you, Ryou, my angel of light, I feel my soul lift as if a great weight had been there all along. I…"
He trailed off, and felt Ryou's hands clasp his own, mimicking the same motion he had done. Ryou smiled and there were tears in his eyes, soft gentle Hikari tears.
"Go on…" He whispered, inside knowing what Bakura had been about to say, watching Bakura's face edge closer to his, their lips barely centimetres from each other, and their eyes locked in an unknown emotion. Bakura's strong warm breath and Ryou's cold and quickened breathing.
"I…"
Their eyes closed and their lips were now millimetres away; Ryou could feel the tenderness of Bakura's lips even without them touching. They were both in their own darkness, but their lips saw for them.
"I love you."
The gap closed.
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They sat there on the couch together; Ryou lay in Bakura's arms, Bakura flicking over the TV channels whilst nuzzling his face in Ryou's soft fluffy white hair gently, his eyes watching the screen. The TV cast weird dancing shadows on the darkened room – they had lost track of time and were now lay on the couch in total darkness; their only light being the flickering pictures on the TV set.
Ryou yawned gently and snuggled back into the warmth lay behind him, his hands clutching the arm round his waist gently, his head on the arm extended towards the TV with the remote under finger and thumb. Bakura yawned also, plopping his face into the white mass in front of him and breathing in Ryou's scent.
"Something wrong?" Ryou asked, raising an arm to the top of his own head to pat Bakura's soft face gently. Bakura looked up and scowled gently, his face muffled by Ryou's white hair.
"There's nothing on."
Bakura moved and Ryou yelped suddenly as Bakura's teeth touched his neck gently; Ryou scrunching his shoulders up giggling.
"What's wrong with you?" Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"It tickles!" Ryou giggled, still feeling the tingling in his neck, one hand on the spot where Bakura's teeth had met their mark.
"Oh really?" There was a dark playfulness in his voice, and Ryou felt his hands being held to his sides, Bakura's nuzzling prying his shoulders from his neck. Bakura's teeth nibbled teasingly, deliberately tickling him, and Ryou erupted in high pitched laughter, squirming and bucking against the darker half.
Both fought well into the night, their giggles and growls interrupted only by sweet kisses and gentle yawns. Bakura winning out of sheer strength, picking up Ryou and carrying him to the stairs. Ryou's hands touching Bakura's warm chest gently, allowing himself to be cradled and carried up the stairs to his room, and then being laid down gently. Their lips met again and both boys were silent again, but this time it was a warm and gentle silence, unlike the one previously.
Ryou broke the kiss and looked up into Bakura's eyes, the memory of all those years before melting away into nothing, and the relationship between Hikari and yami taking a dramatic turn. It was as though angel and demon had been like this for years, and in honesty, they enjoyed this relationship better than they enjoyed their previous one, right down to the point where they were willing to start a new.
Both boys lay in the soft sheets, white hair all about their shoulders, Bakura undressing Ryou gently, enjoying the feel of creamy warm skin underneath his fingertips; Ryou doing the same for him, only feeling cold smoothness underneath his fingers.
They lay there for some time, in their warmth and their silence, locked in a gentle embrace that would last through the night, even when they woke the next morning. As they drifted off to sleep, Ryou stole one last little peck on the lips from his Yami and Bakura nuzzled his hikari's hair again – this becoming his favourite part of the little light.
The silence broken by Ryou's gentle voice.
"I love you, Bakura."
Then replied by the dark well spoken voice, "And I you."
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I find it amazing even now, looking back on how Bakura and I once were, seeing how we are now. The scars have long since healed in both of our bodies and our minds, and I look into his eyes and only see tenderness in them, as I'm sure he sees in mine. When I dream, I dream of him, and I dream of his warmth and his gentleness.
How different he is now.
The rest couldn't believe it. Mariku was reduced to tears nearly. Yami no Yuugi – or rather Atemu – couldn't believe it either, and still refuses to believe it. They still come to blows, however, because my theory is that Bakura has changed only for me, not for anyone else, and in a way that makes me feel special.
We're lay here in the same bed now, and Bakura is dozing lightly, his head on my chest, his arms around my waist possessively, and I'm looking at his gentle features, noticing how beautiful he is even in his sleep. His eyes are closed gently, and he seems to be peaceful in his dreams – if he is dreaming that is.
I'm lay awake as I sometimes do – just to see him sleep – and I'm thinking over our past, how it seems like a fading memory in the days when he was…shall I just say different? Enjoying his warmth now, enjoying his touch and his scent.
I find it hard to believe still, yet I can see it with my own eyes, and I'm happy to know, that even a demon, a demon of life, death, and ancient grudges; a demon of desire and lust and pain; a demon who once upon a star desired nothing more than to tear apart angels.
It is simply amazing that the same demon…can still in later years…have a change of heart.
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Ashford2ashford: and that, my friends, is the end of that chapter in Yugioh. I hope you all enjoyed it, as I did writing it. Although slightly rushed, I think that this chapter is the best of the three, simply out of atmosphere and the like, and I hope you all agree!
Be sure to leave a review, and I hope you'll request for another Bakura/Ryou fic someday! Until then, ADIEU!