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(Thanks VixeniaandAnimeLoverAngelandDarkMagicianGirlHikaruandStrawsand T.Lei for reviewing!)

Mmm... yeah... The little Vietnamese girl is going off to college next week:p UC Santa Cruz! Don't worry, I'll be back in a few weeks, but I wanted to let you all know that I will not be having access to computer for all three of 'em. So Yeah. I'm updating right now because I won't be able to until then. I'd be happy if I came back and my email inbox said I had a lot of reviews hint hint. Anyway... Yeah. So don't go all whiney and tell me to update or die, because I won't be able to hear/read you. Oh, and it's 1:5, not 1:7 (though I wish it were... hint hint)

Oh, and Straws? You didn't read the part where it reveals that Yami is in love with Ryou yet, did you? I thought you did. Oo... Anyway, a couple chapters ago, I stated in the chapter notes that Yami is in love with Ryou. (I like piling on the angst- I'm an angst junkie.) I've been sick lately to, and I'll attribute that to why I'm not typing more stuff and sending it out to Bourei no Hikari to get Beta'd. I HOPE YOU'RE ALL READING THIS! By " this" meaning that first paragraph up there. Cause, you know, if you told me to update or die, it'd be fruitless. Anddd...

WAH! I had a notebook, with this really great one shot in it... and now I can not fricken find it! I looooved it soooooooo much, that one shot, and that notebook to, but more the one shot, and I wanted to post it, but I can't because I don't have it! WAH!

PS: I hate this chapter. It didn't work out on so many levels, but I've tried and tried and tried and tried

Voice: You tried?

-to make it alright, but it won't and so also the song doesn't fit very well here. And this part sucks.

OH! And yes, Act II starts before Act I. Sorry, forgot to mention that.

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 9- Kiss the boy

((You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away))

"Where is he?" I asked for the millionth time. "You would know, right, Yami? He told me that the yamis were interconnected because of the Shadow Magic and all…"

"Relax, Ryou. The thief's just being an arse." I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder, trying to get me to relax. This only made me tense up more.

I tried to make a playful face as I swatted Yami's arm away, but I think it came out too strained. Yami laughed. "Let's go play shooters," I suggested, changing the subject. I ended up not having fun, but I tried to. Honestly, I tried.

I just couldn't keep my mind off my own darkness.

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It was nearing sunset when I returned home. Once I was inside, I slipped off my shoes, placing them on the shoe rack. Bakura's were kicked off to the side as usual. Sighing, I picked them up and placed them on the shoe rack as well.

My darkness sat on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, next to an empty sake bottle. I frowned a little as I watched Bakura watching the TV, sipping from another sake bottle, one that was nearly empty. I didn't know if it was possible for his Shadow Body to get drunk. He noticed me standing in the doorway, and beckoned me to sit with him. Hesitating, I did. "Yami, where'd you get the sake?"

"Yarriku left it a while back. Ne'er took it back. I dink he was trying to shtop Malik from drinking." I grabbed the bottle away from him. How he managed to get himself in such a state... "Hey Ryoo… If you want'd a drink, juss ask." I handed the bottle back in disgust.

My father had always taught me that English was a worthwhile language to learn. He wanted me to go to Oxford, in fact. So as a result, my TV picked up American satellite channels. My darkness was watching an American music channel. They were playing a succession of music videos, all in English. I understood it well enough, though, like my darkness.

We sat in a silence broken only by the music from the TV, which was currently "Violence" by Blink 182. I liked the song. The beat was slightly soothing, but slightly depressing. The bass and drums that set the beat always drew me into the song.

I shifted uncomfortably under my yami's gaze. I felt odd, like I was doing some disservice by not looking back at him. "Yaknow, angel?" my darkness slurred. I tried ignoring the nickname. It sounded so… not-quite-right coming off of his tongue. "This song? It's how I feel," he started again, taking a swig. "'You speak and make time stand still, and each time you walk right on by,'" he sang along softly. An arm snaked around my neck that I tried to ignore. "Song reminds me of you. I feel like that… every time."

I glanced sharply at the other. "What?" I whispered, trembling. I backed up quickly, seeing that oh so familiar psychotic look in his eye. I was pressed against the armrest, gazing up into the face of my other half, him having advanced. I closed me eyes, bracing against a blow or something. He'd never hit me before, but…

He came so close to me that our foreheads were pressed together. I felt my breath hitch due to the intimacy of our positions. My heart's pounding drowned out the music. "I feel that way every time I see you, Ryou."

I had no idea how long we stayed like that, me with my eyes closed, Bakura's thumb tracing over my cheek bone and lightly brushing my lower lip, making it tingle a little bit. I found my lips pressing against the thumb. Was I… kissing it?

Chuckling, Bakura removed his thumb from its position on my lips. "K- Kura?" I stammered.

He snorted. "Don't call me that." He suddenly laughed maniacally, rivaling the laugh of Marriku's. This made me question… Why did Kura call Marrikku by Malik's pet name for him? "I'm drunk…" he muttered, smiling sarcastically. "I thought I couldn't get drunk…" He sighed. "Ryou, you'll stay with me forever, right?"

"As- as long as I can, Kura."

"Don't call me that," he snapped again. Suddenly, he looked at me remorsefully. "I'm sorry. I don't want to scare you off. I don't know what I'd do if you left. I never want you to go away…" His voice faltered. Soon, he was asleep. Knocked out, unconscious. Inching closer to his form, I studied my dark's features in depth for the first time.

He looked like me, except that he was lankier, with longer lashes and wilder hair. He had tried to make his body like the original one he'd hand millennia ago, but for some reason could only look like me. Was it because he'd forgotten his own face? In this lighting though, with the music in the background, he looked…

Beautiful? Without thinking, I pressed my lips softly against his.

My mind was screaming NO so loud…

And my heart was screaming YES, all at once.

((There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say ))

tbc