A/N THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TENDERSHIPPING. There, you have been warned. I wanted this to come out as fluffy but it just...didn't. Gah. I've also notice a patterned starting, oneshot, drabble, oneshot, drabble. This would be the drabble. Review! Dedicated to run-for-your-life hikari, as requested.


There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart ~ Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider.


Ryou Bakura had always been very gifted when it came to denial.

Even when he was a little boy, when his mother had sat him down to explain to him that no, ghost or spirits do not exist and he should just give up on occultism (because it was really freaking out Amane); he didn't.

Instead, he flashed a polite smile and said, "I believe in them,"

And that was the end of that.

But even great gifts go to waste if you do not practice them daily. For Ryou, this took shape in his letters to Amane in heaven. And even when his father on a visit home for Christmas had discovered them leading to the fight that ended in Ryou's father screaming "She can't read them! She can't do anything! She's dead!"

Ryou simply furrowed his brow (politely, though) and said "I believe she can,"

His father hasn't been home since.

So as long the spirit of the ring would keep whispering words of love into his head during school hours, even after all the crimes the spirit had committed and all the ways the spirit had endangered his friends –

Ryou would believe him.

(He had a gift, after all.)