Db: Alright, I'll cut to the chase and just say the disclaimer myself. Why? Because, Sand Dancer told me to make my rants much shorter.
Oh! Dukey boy is much better now. I received no flames. So, Here we go:
Disclaimer:
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Seto Kaiba would be called Steo, and Baku-baku-chan the psycho bunny (Bakura), Marik
the Egyptian isane asylum escapee wanna be, and I would rule the world! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'm
better now. None of those things have happened. Therefore, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I do like to play with all the pretty
characters, though.
Notes:
Thanks to:
Ryou VeRua: Awww. Thanks. That's sweet of you to say.
Myou Matsuro: Yes you did! You saved this story! Thanks!
Z Star The Hidden Dragon: Don't let Baku-baku-chan kill you. I still need your reviews.
Sand Dancer: Thanks for the constructive critism. I didn't know they were so short until quite some time after I posted them. I'll try to make this longer.
You know the drill.
Ryou's P.O.V
I dried my tears and decided to ask my yami for forgiveness. I don't want him to be mad at me. I couldn't live with myself, knowing
that the love of my life hated me for loving him. I'll just put my mask of false happiness on again and we can go on with our lives,
pretending this never happened.
Hesitantly, I went down stairs into the kitchen, where I had last seen Bakura. He wasn't there. The Millennium ring he wore lay on
the table, cast aside like some child's play thing. My yami would never leave the ring like that. If he's not wearing it, he puts it in a safe in
his room so no one can steal it.
Panicked, I called out for him. No reply came. I searched the house, but my yami was nowhere to be found. When I saw the front
door open my mind came to an awful conclusion. 'He-he's gone…He must have been so angry with me that he left and isn't coming
back! No… No. No. No. No! Ryou, you idiot! Look what you've done now! He hates you… You should have just kept your big
mouth shut! Now the only person you've ever loved is gone!' I sat down at the kitchen table and just sobbed, mentally berating myself
for being so stupid as to hope that a god like Bakura-san would possibly ever return feelings of love for such a pitiful waste of space like
me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Bakura'slarge knife on the counter. I walked over a gripped it tightly in my hands. 'Bakura-san
would be better off with out me here. He wouldn't have to protect me from things anymore, and he wouldn't be so restrained by having
to look out for me. He would be free to do whatever he wanted.' I raised the knife to my upper arm and opened the old wound that my
yami gave me long ago in the Battle City tournament. I felt the warm blood rush out onto my pale skin, sucking my strength away. Closing
my eyes, I dropped the knife and waited for death to come and whisk me away from this horrible nightmare we call life. The memory of
what happened earlier today filled my dieing mind. 'Bakura-san... Please, forgive me…'
Flash Back
"Yami?"
"hm?" Bakura looked up at me from polishing the Millennium Ring. I in haled sharply as his eyes locked gazes with mine.
"Yami…I." I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"What is it, hikari?" I gathered up as much courage as I could muster.
"Yami, I love you!" I blurted out. Quickly relising what I had said, my hand flew to my mouth. Bakura-san just stared at me in shock.
"what…?" I couldn't control myself as I kissed him rather forcefully on the lips, accidentally biting him in the process. I pulled away hurriedly. He touched his bottom lip. 'Oh no. I hurt him.' I quickly stuttered and apology and left to my room. The look in his eyes was enough to tell me that I had done wrong.
End of Flash Back
I heard the door creak open as I drifted into unconsciousness. The last thing I can recall was seeing silvery white and hearing
someone calling my name...then all went black.
Db: Cliffhanger! I normally hate these, but they are kinda fun to write. Anyhoozzles, take it away Mr. Narrator!
Narrator: Right! Will Ryou be okay! Who was at the door! (come on. Even Joey knows the answer to this.)
Joey: hey!
Narrator: Find out in the next exciting part of Yours always, my darling.