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Little Writer: I'm pacing myself. Look for an update every two weeks. ((sighs)) There was much drama in my life today, and I wrote a story about it (per usual... I do that alot, actually. I turned my last me-centric fic into a different type of fic, but the roots are still seeable. The newest one is so blantantly me that I'm not even going to finish it. -.-;) Yeshes. I'm glad I have writing as an outlet. : D And I named my cell phone!

Noyse, after that girl in the Remnants. (Is that how it's spelt? I haven't read those books in forever!) Oh yes... Blink 182 was a major factor in my continuing to write this story after I'd finished the sixth chapter, since I like to leave people with cliff hangers... for eternity. ((points at California, Forgotten, Non confessions, and Lights out on Seto Kaiba, all of which were NOT supposed to be continued.))

Forever and After was named after a line in the song Violence. I'll explain later. (Bourei no Hikari knows. :D)

Oooh ooh ooh! Little Writer would also like to thank above person for betaing/editing! We were doing this Job-O thingy in class today, and I decided that instead of a novelist, I want to be an Editor when I grow up! (First I have to pass English. Easy class, sure... but I write sucky essays. I got a D- on the last one. I only got that kind of grade on a math test before! Wah!)

Is Little Writer REALLY Bourei no Hikari's idol? WAH! ((feels so loved: p)) I SO thought it was the other way around. ((Loves Bourei's stories as much as Misura's. Maybe more... except for Forever not Yours.))

After three paragraphs on Bourei, she thanks Satine 89, who was as much of a driving force as Blink 182. ((swears she saw Will at ScienCenter. Why would she lie?)) ((Would also write three paragraphs for Satine 89, but can't think of anything else to say but: Thanks for being her best friend... or something like that... And that she's not really getting glasses, so will be half blind for one more week.)) ((And that Little Writer is in bliss because HE almost tripped over her foot. x.x When will she stop being obssesive over idols? Wants to be Donna in the play because Mr. E told Donna to kiss HIS cheek. Swears she doesn't like HIM romantically, only worships the ground he walks.))

The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco. ((Thanks girl with same name, along with favorite math teacher, for that phrase and said above incident involving HIM.))

Totalanimefan12 , DmonXtrmN8r , Chrisoriented thanked on accounta wanting her to update. ((thought Chrisoriented hated her for killing Mokuba...)) ((Shifty eyes.))

Now after such a long intro, story time! ((is crazy girl who forced Bourei to listen to Duvet, and Joel to listen to Wind (Naruto ending theme.))) (Naruto-kun, you can do it!)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh, or Duvet.

Warnings/notes: Shonen-ai, and angst. Lots of angst. Yami no Bakura, for the mostpart, is just called Bakura.

Summary: Yami no Bakura loves his hikari, of that much he knows.That's how he knows when it's time to step out of the picture. Yami no Bakura/Ryou

Forever and After 2- Explanation

((And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much))

Now's the time for a little explanation:

Pharaoh Yami (what a ridiculous name) was known to be infatuated with my dear little hikari. Luckily, Ryou must be one of the thickest people I know, so he was completely oblivious to all the clues the former pharaoh dropped. As far as I ever knew, Ryou never returned his feelings. Or maybe I was the only one that knew of the pharaoh's infatuation, just as it was only him that knew of my own infatuation with the same little tenshi.

The former pharaoh turned it into another contest. "Who can steal Ryou's heart?"

Earlier the day I cried, I had been lying awake, listening to Ryou singing in the shower. My room shares a shower with his, so I wake up every morning just to hear his beautiful voice sing. He assumes I sleep until noon or past. Oh, how wrong he is. His voice is sweet as honey.

Well, I wasn't really lying awake. It was more like I was pressing my ear against the bathroom door to listen to Ryou's cheerful humming. There was also a bit of strain on my part; Ryou had woken up extremely early. Looking out the window, I realized it wasn't even dawn.

Ryou had apparently finished a shower, and I heard him run a brush through his hair hurriedly. There was a frenzied rustle of clothing, and Ryou cursing as he fell on the ground, probably pulling up his trousers. Ryou banged his bathroom door open in a hurry, feet padding loudly through his room, and out his own door. My door had been left open all night, so I stuck my head out my own door, watching him hurriedly zipping up, outside his bedroom door. The boy was shirtless, a loose flannelette slung over one shoulder. He glanced up at the clock. "Kuso!" he muttered. "I'm going to be late!" Late for what? I couldn't help wondering.

I was able to tail him, three blocks behind. As I walked swiftly and stealthily, I wondered what he'd be late for. Yuugi-tachi never met this early in the morning. So what was Ryou late for? Ryou had gotten his shirt halfway buttoned by the time he took a sharp turn. Being so far behind, I quickened my step, worried of losing him. Finally, I dropped my stealth in preference of speed, starting to run to catch up to the white haired boy.

I wasn't worried about having my hikari. I was merely curious as to what he was doing out so early. I wasn't worried about my heart breaking, wasn't prepared. But when I reached the corner, that's exactly what happened.

Ryou's arms were wrapped around the pharaoh's neck, his lithe body pressed tightly against the once pharaoh's. Yami's left arm wrapped around the boy's waist, his right arm loosely around my hikari's upper back, right hand resting on the boy's shoulder.

I blinked the tears that were coming to my eyes for the first time in millennia. Once again, the pharaoh had bested me.

But this time, the pain was much more personal.

((And you don't even feel a thing))

tbc