Cont.
Little Writer: I'm a bad little girl. While I could've/should've been writing (or, in any case, doing my math homework (which still remains undone)), I went and read fanfictions all day… I became obsessed with reading this KakaIru fic (A Birthday Present) that I couldn't think of anything else for two whole days… and it turns out that it's not even finished yet, and the authoress is even lazier than ME! Well, lazier than Obscured Illusions, in any case. I realize I'm pretty good about updates compared to SOME people.
It seems that I, being me, you know, HAD to make people hate Yami, right? At least three people (including someone on KyokouGeemu) declared that they "Hated Yami Yuugi, and he should die!" Okay, so ONE person said that… but still…
I want to edit for VIZ when I grow up! It'll be the perfect job for me…. I don't really care for San Francisco, but working for VIZ would make up for that, right? n.n! Endless thanks to Bourei no Hikari, who I still need to send the rest of that one chapter… Meh… If I were Misura, I would be… er, flattered… that all these people idolize her. n.n! I read a lot of people's profiles who proclaim their love of her work.
Oh, and on that note… :D I KNEW (just knew!) that Misura would be the one to mention about what put Bakura in such a mood in chapter one. Although… I am surprised that no one else mentioned it. ((was ACHING to have someone ask her that! TT))
Please remember that this is all from Bakura's perspective, and many things he thinks are only things that he thinks. And thanks to: Jazhira, Satine89, and Millennium Girl for support! Muahzz! (And, if any body cares, HE let me listen to his iPOD! ((Dies… just about.))) Eek! My notes for this story are so long… ! (Not that any body cares but… I put "BakuraRyou" in the summary for a REASON! Ever since my first BakuraRyou story… ((shakes head))) I am a sad little fish. (Note: I HATE fish. And birds. Insects are good though) (Eek! Violence is stuck in my head!)
Why didn't you tell me that THAT GIRL went to this school! She used violence on me! - - Othello book 3
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 3- Why to Care
((I am falling, I am fading,))
The tears had come continually since that fateful moment I saw them together. As I ran back home, I didn't care if I was being too loud. I didn't care if the echoes of my pounding footsteps could awaken sleepers. It had already hurt so much to know he'd never be mine, that I would never be the one in his heart. But knowing that his heart had been taken… my heart was in shreds. That the pharaoh had one upped me once again was enough to make me cry, enough to make me sob for the first time in millennia. Tears seemed foreign to me.
My vision blurring, I tripped a few times on the way up the stairs to the apartment Ryou and I shared. As I slammed the front door, I removed my shoes, habitually kicking them off to the side. On second thought, I placed the shoes neatly on the low shelf, where Ryou always put them when he found them out and about the house. Dammit. Ryou again.
I flung myself into the first bedroom I came across, not noticing it was Ryou's. Outside the open window, the dawning rays of light flooded in, the sound of cheerfully cheeping birds flowing in as well. Growling, I stalked over to the window. "SHUT UP!" I yelled at them. At least I tried to yellMy throat was too hoarse from the tears. I slammed the window and the shutters shut.
With that, I flung my body onto the bed, Ryou's bed, to cry my eyes out.
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I hated the words that defined "emotion." Jealousy, love, envy, anger, hate… I hated them all.
It's times like these that made me rue those words. Times like these made me wish they didn't even exist. Times like these made me wish I didn't exist. I wished I was numb, the piece of ice everyone assumed I was.
The stabbing pain that had ripped through me at the sight of Yami and Ryou together came back ten-fold as I slammed the door to Ryou's room behind me. I wanted to flee further, but couldn't find the strength. Pressing my back against the door, I slid to the floor, sobbing into my hands.
Why did it have to be so bad? Why did I have to care?
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Ryou blinked, gazing sadly at the fallen cards. Why is it every time he tries to warm up to his yami, Bakura runs away?
Does the Thief King really hate him that much?
Ryou was hurt. He was hurt so badly… Ryou cried.
Because his face was wet with tears, he didn't notice that, when he buried his face in his pillow, it was wet too.
((I have lost it all))
tbc