start part II

cont. from part I

Little Writer is still a lazy ass. If it were worth the trouble, she'd mail her F&A notebook to someone else to type it up for her. Unfortunately, it isn't.

Also Unfortunately, this will probably be the only fiction "Christmas gift" she'll be writing. She honestly hoped to even write a little bit of the Christmas story she's got left over from last year, or maybe even type another chapter of this story. Maybe even take on a few Harry Potter challenges. Unfortunately, she's spending her winter break looking up Harry Potter slash and playing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Writing sparsely. Because she's lazy. (:frets: Maybe I shouldn't've said that. Readers will totally maul me.)

I heart: AnimeLoverAngel, Ryou VeRua, HieiJaganshi11, mana-the-authoress, Baada, Senko, Andyouthinkimcrazy, twilightkura, let-me-cry, Cains Angel, SisterOfTheOrichalcos, and (of course) Bourei no Hikari. Wish me luck on my Journey to Chase Plot Bunnies!

No more songs. I ran out. T.T But hey, it's not like they weren't only there for my personal amusement, right?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh

Warnings/notes: Shonen-ai, and angst. Lots of angst. Yami no Bakura, for the most part, 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 13- Ba-Ku, Ku-Ra

Bakura pressed his back against the door. Ra, he hated himself! Why did he have to hit Ryou? But… a large weight had been lifted off his chest. Ryou wasn't with Yami! But then again…

There was no way that Ryou could ever forgive him for what he had just done.

If only he had been able to contain his jealousy! Would Ryou have loved him back? Like in his dream last night, the one where he'd felt Ryou's lips against his own…

Unconsciously, the fiend brought his fingers to his lips. Why could his body remember feeling things that never happened?

(-)

Ryou lay on the couch, feet propped on the opposite arm rest, nodding his head to the music from his big black earphones. He didn't notice his counterpart until his earphones were taken off.

"Excuse me!" Ryou protested. "I was listening to that!"

Yami no Bakura twirled the earphones in his fingers. "It's so loud I could hear it from the hall. You'll damage your ears."

Ryou jumped up, reaching for his earphones as Bakura held them just out of reach. "Give them—!" Back, he was about to say.

"—Sorry." Bakura dropped his hand down and handed Ryou what he wanted.

"What?" Ryou was stupefied. Had his darkness just apologized?

"Nothing!" Bakura snapped. "I'm going out." With that, he left, slamming the apartment door closed behind him.

(-)

This entire situation was so damn stupid! He hadn't felt this kind of emotion in millennia, so why now? Why for his ex-host? Bakura stopped pacing and finally dropped to the sidewalk. He wrapped his arms around his legs and hid his face from the world. The sidewalk was dark and damp and people kept passing in front of him, and the street lights were flickering on. This was probably a place Malik always dragged his psychotic other half to.

"Look, look, Marriku! It's Ku-Ra!" Giggle.

"Shh, love. It's not nice to point."

Bakura lifted his head and glared at the two Egyptians before him. "Go away," he hissed.

The Egyptians ignored his command and plopped down on the ground on either side of Bakura.

"Yo Ku-Ra!" the drunken Malik greeted. "Why so sad?" He really did sound stupid when drunk.

"Don't call me that!" Bakura snapped. No one could call him that, or any name other than his own. The only person he'd let call him anything other than "Bakura" or "Spirit of the Ring" was Ryou. He would let Ryou call him anything if that meant Ryou didn't hate him.

"Tell me the truth, Bakura," Marriku said on the other side of him. "I've seen you better."

The hikari giggled drunkenly. "Tell tell, Ba-Ku!"

"No way." Bakura huffed and looked away. "Ack! Marriku, keep a leash on your damn hikari!" Bakura rubbed a sore spot on his arm.

"Ah, sorry about that. He gets a bit bitey when someone disobeys his orders."

"Order? Order? He's ordering me to tell him my problems?" Bakura snarled.

"Yea!" Malik cheered. "Ba-Ku has to tell now!"

Despite himself, Bakura snickered at the flushed blond. "Fine…"

tbc