A/N: God, the plot bunnies never end! *whacks bunny with fly swatter* Either way, this hit me (literally) when I first heard the song, Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence. A wee bit of Tendershipping for you all! Complete random drabble/scene, but I hope you enjoy!
Ryou backed against the wall, eye fearful.
"Stop, p-please, my thief. You're crazy! Don't do this!" he begged, falling to his knees. Bakura smirked, lifting his hikari's chin so their eyes met.
"It's true, for we're all insane. But no worries yandoushi, I won't hurt you," Bakura cooed, and Ryou fell against his chest. Small hands fisted in the Thief's shirt as Ryou clung close to his yami. Bakura rubbed his back gently.
"I know that it's hard for you, but just trust me. Fear is only in our minds, but it takes over all the time. Just let go."
And Ryou did. Bakura held him close as the barriers in the young boy's mind came down and Bakura entered. The Thief opened his eyes in Ryou's mind. The walls were a shining gray, the walls laced with darkness, but still clinging to that pure innocence they once had. A small cot laid in the corner, covered in a pale blue sheet. Next to the cot sat a small table, and on it, a picture frame. Bakura looked around, the room was so… bare. It was kind of pathetic, really, that his stupid yandoushi couldn't find the courage to break away. Flinching, Bakura recalled just why Ryou was so afraid, and why the Thief had came to his hikari's mind. He came to set things right. Walking purposefully to the bed, Bakura drew the darkness in the room to him as he came to sit on the bed. Upon closer inspection, Bakura saw the frame was a dull gold, tarnished by the near-constant brushing of fingers. The Thief King squinted at the picture. His eyes widened in surprise. It was a photo of him. He was standing tall, duel disk (stolen, of course) held up proudly as he smirked down at the camera. Where had his yandoushi gotten his picture? The darkness Bakura had gathered sprang back as he stood. He was not crying, he just had something- oh hell, he was crying. Crying over Ryou. Over what he had done to the poor hikari. Sinking down next to the bed, Bakura gathered the darkness and exploded out of Ryou's mind, shooting back into his own body.
Soft sobs wracked his body as he clung to Ryou. The hikari looked up, brown eyes wide with worry. He reached up, wiping at the tears dripping down his Thief's cheeks.
"What happened? Thief! What's wrong?" Ryou asked, voice cracking.
Bakura shook his head. "I-I am so sorry, Ryou." Ryou froze at his name coming through his yami's lips. "I am sorry for everything I have ever done to you," Bakura continued, burying his face in Ryou's white mane. "Please, let me try again."
Ryou closed his eyes into Bakura's chest, wrapping his arms around the shaking Thief. "You saw the picture, didn't you?"
Bakura nodded. "I had no idea. I knew I was hurting you, but never that you thought of me like that."
It was Ryou's turn to nod. "Yes, I have loved you since I found the Ring." He pulled away, looking into Bakura's dark eyes. "And, as much as I shouldn't, I forgive you." Ryou leaned back to Bakura, placing a gentle, chaste kiss on the Thief's lips. Then, he curled up in Bakura's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Both slept well that night in each others' arms, a new level of understanding achived.