start part II
cont. from part I
Lil Riter: Maa… I think I like Naruto more than Yugioh… but Yogiouh is still so much easier to write! And… Omigosh HE commented on my Non Confessions poem (posted on Myspace, not the Fanfiction version) And HE said that it was "beautifully scripted" and "Easily classifiable as a classic" and that I "continue in developing myhis own poetic skills and muses." I want to stick the word Cultivate in there. Must be listening to Akeboshi too much. Anyway, I'm planning on writing a secondNon Confessions chapter. Just a heads up, so you can look forward to it. n.n
Anyway, here we start act/part II. In this part, we realize that Yami Bakura's love is requited (Thank Goodness… or really, me) and we realize that Yami's feelings are indeed genuine and he does not think of Ryou as a game either (well, I HAD to clarify that, because I seem to have been making a nice club of Yami haters) and we'll start on a new song: Everything You Want, Vertical Horizon. It's the best song of all time (or at least I think so.) I'm actually working on a sequel, focusing on Yami, though I think he should get paired with someone, and I'm open to suggestions about who!
Bourei no Hikari is such a patient person, and I should be typing up the last few chapters, but I'm afflicted with laziness of un-proportional amounts. Straws is thanked for assuring me that this story is getting much better, and for sticking me in a scene with A-chan. :D Then Asaake, Dark Magician Girl Hikaru, Cgflower (!), Silverwitch07, and Vexinia for loving this story! Or at least liking it. n.n!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh, or Everything You Want.
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 7- Dear Amane
((Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind))
I could date my feelings back to a couple days before I gave my yami his cards, when I was cooking dinner for the two of us as usual. Well, cooking shouldn't really be the word; Bakura ate his steak rare, and all I had anyways was a piece of fruit.
It's odd, calling someone else by your surname. Since he'd forgotten his own over the years, I offered him my own name. But it still feels strange calling him Bakura, when I myself was Ryou Bakura.
Bakura was staring at me again. Why did he do that? It was slightly unnerving, but I tried hard not to show my discomfort. He's contradictory, my yami. A paradox unto itself. When he was in my head, he complained about not having a body of his own, yet it took an amount of pleading on my behalf to get him to leave. Then, as soon as he gets his own body, he ignores me. Yet his eyes follow me everyday. The week before, Yugi's yami had asked him why he stared at me.
"Marriku stares after his hikari," Bakura pointed out.
"Well, that's different, because Marriku is in obvious love with Malik. Does that mean you love Ryou?" was the reply.
Bakura had looked away, stubbornly shaking his head. I wasn't in love with my yami, but it felt kind of sad to know he stared at me for no reason. Was it only that I was the only thing interesting in the room?
I can never understand him. Like that night, the night I was talking about, he announced he would stop eating steak. I couldn't help laughing.
"What's so funny?" Bakura asked, frowning.
"Bakura," I gasped finally, "You can't eat anything else. I can't make you anything else to eat either."
Bakura opened his mouth to retort, but realized I was right. He closed his mouth, and started eating.
I pealed a single banana, leaning against the kitchen counter as I did so. I could feel Bakura's eyes on me again. All of a sudden, I felt giddiness. I was glad and nervous all at once just to be in Bakura's presence. I was scared of messing up.
But what is there to mess up? You don't… You don't like him!
I decided that my yami's stares were getting to me. "You know what?" I announced. "I think I'm going to finish this up in my room."
Without waiting for a reply, I left.
By this time I definitely knew something was wrong with me. My room was never where I hung out, etcetera. I rarely used it for anything besides sleeping, studying, and writing letters to Amane. Any other time, I avoided it like the plague.
Scared out of my wits, I sat down at my desk. Setting out a piece of stationary, I took a pen in hand. Some people may find me deranged— writing letters to my dead relatives—but it's like someone writing in a diary. It's an outlet. So I wrote:
Dear Amane.
Your big brother had something weird happen to him today. You know that guy I've been writing about lately? That Bakura? Well, he's been acting strange lately. He stares at me when I'm not looking. It's getting unnerving.
What's even more unnerving is that I think he's getting to me. For some reason, I felt giddy around him, as if I liked his attention.
Amane, I'm afraid that I'm falling in love with him.
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I blinked as I reread my letter, not believing what I'd written. Quickly, I tore the paper neatly in half, and twice again. I retrieved a new sheet, and began again. "Dear Amane."
This time, I omitted Bakura.
((You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why))
tbc