Weiße Weihnacht
Part 3—underneath the mistletoe
by YYY

The next day, Bakura walks into the Café that Joey works at. Joey sees him and smiles, "Hey, Bakura. Are you going to go back to the lake today?"

"No, I think I wasted enough of my time already. There is no way I can find that person." Bakura says. He feels silly to go search for an angel.

"Don't give up! We'll go there again!" Joey says as he gets Bakura a bowl of soup, "I'll get you some bread. It's fresh from the oven. You try and think of something that you might miss before. There got to be something else you can remember."

Bakura sits there and drinks his soup. Is there anything he missed? What else can he remember? He keeps thinking and thinking but nothing comes up.

Bakura has been thinking about his angel every night and he doesn't have much sleep. After having the warm soup and bread, he slowly falls asleep at his table. He starts dreaming about his angel. In his dream, he is flowing in the lake again, and the angel comes down to him.

The angel is still wearing the long, beautiful shimmering white dress, the white wings flutters in the silver moon light under the water. Bakura still can't see the angel's face, but he can kind of makes out the features. The angel's mouth is moving.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Bakura asks. But the angel doesn't talk; the angel starts singing a beautiful song.

Bakura jolts awake. Joey asks, "hey, are you okay? I saw you sleeping and I don't want to wake you up."

"I heard music." Bakura says.

"There is a choir practicing at the hall next door." Joey says before leaving Bakura to take care of other customers.

Bakura listens to the music. He now remembers. That night when he was running away from the thugs, he heard someone singing too. (That voice was so wonderful, it must be my angel singing. Only angel sounds that great.) Bakura thinks.

"Ryou sounds amazing, does he?" Joey says as he walks by Bakura.

"Ryou?" Bakura asks.

"Yeah, he is the lead singer for the choir next door. Can you hear him?" Joey says. Bakura listens to the song.

(That's the song I heard that night when the thugs attack me.) Bakura thinks.

Bakura walks over to the hall and sees Ryou standing on the stage. Ryou is in his choir custom, a long white and silver gown with a cape at the back. The gown is shimmering in the stage light. Standing on the stage singing, Ryou looks just like the 'angel' who Bakura saw that night.

Ryou's sweet and gentle voice enters Bakura' ears, "Süß singt der Engel Chor Weihnacht, Und draussen rieselt leis' der Schnee. Festlich strahlen Kerzen in allen Herzen. Vergeh'n Kummer heut' und Weh. Süß singt der Glocken Ton Weihnacht, Das Fest der Liebe ist nun da, Und ein einz'ger Wunsch stellt sich ein, Möcht's auf Erden Frieden immer sein…"

(The angel I saw that night is Ryou! the robe I saw was his choir custom! And the wings are just his cape floating in water! I was such a fool!) Bakura thinks. He runs up to the stage and shouts, "You! You were the one who pull me out of the lake that night!"

"Bakura! What are you doing here?" Ryou asks.

"How dare you making a fool out of me like this? Did you enjoy watching me run around like a fool?" Bakura shouts.

"I'm sorry!" Ryou says as he moves back. He steps on the edge of the stage and falls.

"Arrhhh…" Ryou screams. Right before he falls off the stage, Bakura catches him.

"Watch it, silly boy! You could have hurt yourself." Bakura shouts.

"I don't mean to lie to you." Ryou apologizes.

"Why did you leave me there at the hut that night?"

"I couldn't sleep that night, so I went out to practice for the choir audition at the lake. I wore my choir robe to keep me warm. There is usually nobody there and I can sing without bothering anyone. I hid when the paramedic arrived cause if my mom knew I sneaked out of the house that late I'll be in trouble; and I don't want the paramedic to tell my mom I was diving at the lake in the middle of the night."

"You could have trusted me and told me you were the one who saved me, I won't tell your mom."

"It's not that I don't trust you! I don't want to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me? What are you talking about?"

"It was so wonderful to hear you call me an angel. I hate for you to find out that the 'angel' of your dreams is nothing but a foolish silly boy." Ryou cries.

"I never said that you're stupid! I always think you're very smart and charming! I like calling you silly because I think your silliness make you cute."

"Cute?" Ryou asks.

"I think you're very cute and sexy when you're all clumsy." Bakura smiles.

Ryou blushes, he doesn't know what to say.

'I'm sorry. I don't know it bothers you when I call you silly boy. From now on, I'll call you angel." Bakura says.

"You can't call me angel in front of everyone at school! That's embarrassing!" Ryou's face is bright red now.

"But you're my angel." Bakura says, "and by the way, angel, we're standing underneath the mistletoe."

"What ah…" Ryou looks up and sees mistletoe handing on top of the hall. Bakura pulls Ryou up and kiss Ryou on the lips.

"You looks adorable when you blush, you know that?" Bakura smiles, "thanks for saving my life."

Bakura kisses Ryou again, this time the kiss is much longer and passionate.

"I love you, my angel."

The End

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