Revised as of December 14, 2005

Qrst: Thank you very much for the nice praise. I'm glad nobody's been cursing me out for making Bakura the one who looks to the pains and trials of having suicidal thoughts and actions to relieve and express his emotions. Wow, I sound very grown up... . ;;;;;: Sweat drops appear:

Cabbitshivers: Thanks very much for saying my writing's mature..You should see me when I'm crazy and in my 'High place' the therapist's call it. (my kitty thing was messed up last time)

Thank you very much all of you.

Ryou Bakura had a crush. It wasn't your ordinary 'Lust Crush' either. It was a ' Painful heart crushing, knowing that you two would never be' crush. All and all he was a mess. That pounding, heart stopping feeling would rattle Ryou every time he was near.

Sitting in his classroom Ryou felt the symptoms of his crush unexpectedly when he walked through the door. He was late as usual but easily forgiven by their homeroom teacher. The man was a god.

As the tall brunette took his seat he turned curious eyes to his blushing peer.

The icy-blue eyes of Seto Kaiba turned away abruptly as calloused hand reached into a shoulder bag to take out a worn book. The frayed pages began to turn slowly as the teacher carried on with the lesion. He never really cared for something that he already knew. Besides, Mokuba had wanted him to tell newer bed time stories to him. Being 15 hadn't changed Mokuba's childish innocence as he pouted for his brother tell him a new story.

Ryou turned his head back to the teacher. Although the shocking red had faded down to a slight pink, he was still embarrassed. He had been caught! A small glance was shot toward Seto. He's face was in a calm amused smirk.

Using the Egypt gods name, which he had picked up from his Yami, Ryou prayed to Ra that school would end soon...If not soon enough. Across the room Yugi gave him a quizzical look. He gave an apologetic smile and released his clammy hands from the praying position he had unnoticeably placed them in.

Yugi gave an understanding nod and tilted his head toward Jou. The blonde was snoozing. Drool was beginning appear and Yugi gave another gesture that clearly displayed that he was bored too. Ryou could understand boredom. Yugi has misinterpreted him. He wasn't bored, only hormonal.

With Ryou in school Bakura had nothing to do.

He had taken to roaming about the streets during school hours. He was well known among the people that society had cast to the streets. Kay: a mentally disabled man, Mika: tossed out of her home for homosexuality, and Neji: abandoned at a young age, were some of the many people he came in contact with.

Kicking a lone can that lay in the alley, Bakura walked stiffly. Every step hurt. Every limb ached. They were reminders of his anorexia and cutting and the fact that he was alone. The cuts on his legs were bleeding and the poorly wrapped bandages slid wetly around as he walked. Bakura didn't mind. He was living on borrowed time in this centaury. He knew that he could never really die; his contract with the shadows prevented this. But, if he can leave, then he will be happy. This time a line would be crossed.

"Meow"

Bakura stopped in his trance-like walk looked down. A pathetic whimper of pain rose up to his ears. On the dirty pavement in the alleyway he had walked into was a cat.

An old, by the looks of the worn out fur and the scraggly patches of scars beneath the matted fur, cat was resting in the middle of the alley. Patches had been torn out of the helpless animal's fur. Mournful green eyes that looked to once display health and vitality and better days were encased in a triangular face.

"Mew. Mew." The mew came out strangled.

Bakura looked down at the abandoned creature.

"You haven't a place to call home too?" The question seemed to hurt more. Regardless of what others say admitting that you don't have something is more painful then accepting it. Bending down he captured the cat in his leather jacket, unaware of the cuts on his arm which were bleeding. The creature was submissive, hanging limply in Darkness's grasp. As the two lonely souls left the sanctuary of the alleyway, two pale eyes followed their disappearing forms from the shadows.

Revised on the day mentioned above. Leave a review if you have time. It always helps when writing to know that other people care.