A/N I don't know why but I tend to write stories on reverse. And...I like it.
If I did own YGO! There would be no GX and the rest (at lest not the way it was made). Trust me.
Prologue
Ryou smiled lightheartedly.
Pale skin. Sharp features. Rustled hair. How he had longed to see it again. Him.
The white haired boy lying on the bed kissed the top of the hand that was holding tightly onto his own, their fingers entwined. It was almost time, he could tell.
"Thank you."
The last two months of hoping and praying had completely worn him out, but even thought he was almost at his edge he did keep holding on with his already weak grasp as strongly as it was possible for him. Waiting. He was tired, so very worn out and tired.
But now Ryou was also happy.
He came.
The sight of the slumbering man beside him was warming the youths heart.
Not so long ago he used to be bitter with all the deep contained sorrow that refused to be suppressed, but now his mind was at ease. The life he had might not have been neither long or exciting and full of pleasant surprises, but still it certainly worth living. Because Bakura gave Ryou something to cherish. Made this short life count.
That night Ryou passed away lulled to his sleep by the warmth of his love hand still on top of his own.
He did not hear the devastated wail nor the ear hurting noises the machines connected to the ill body started emitting when his heart stopped beating.
For the first time he was really free.
Fin...or not?