A/n: I know what I'm doing with this fic finally! Yay! (dances in little circles)
This will not be the last chapter, I've decided. There will be one more. That makes this one a bit of a filler, I'm afraid. Not to mention SHORT. Eh well, I still think it works more or less.
I actually had a hard time getting into Bakura's head again. I stepped out for a while to get some air, you see. I wasn't going to do this chapter from his pov, but I finally decided that it was fair enough if Ryou was going to get a whole chapter in his pov.
Anyhow, this one's a tad mushy. And not at all progressive. Be warned!
Oh, and this chapter's dedicated to Janis Joplin, my inspiration for this chapter and idol. Yep.
Hikari...
It hurts you, doesn't it?
It hurts me too.
Love makes us weak.
We're such fools, you and I. Looking for heaven, and finding only hell.
Heaven is a blinding dream. Love only exists to cause suffering.
Hikari, hikari, hikari...
I tried to make you leave. I didn't want this for you. But it's effects have already taken place. Your little soul... already bearing marks.
Don't be like me. Don't ever be as foolish.
I love you, hikari.
But you will never hear me say those words, and you will always be "Yadonushi".
I'll forget the taste of your lips. Your sweetness, purity- all in time will be forgotten.
We'll both forget.
A/n: I wanted to barf when I wrote his little proclamation (though it could've been that cake I ate earlier made purely of sugar ...). I try to be tentative when it comes to love confessions, but this was just kinda thrown out there. I guess it works... I mean, Bakura's pretty candid sometimes.
Not to mention STUPID! Poor Ryou- he just had to fall in love with some psychotic jerk.
ONLY YOUR REVIEWS CAN PREVENT FOREST FIRES!