Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Closer I am to Fine ❯ Don't Go ( Chapter 2 )

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, luckily enough for you fans out there, since I can't draw anime style for peas... I also don't own the lyrics to 'One Moment More', recorded by Mindy Smith.

Notice: The original song to this fic and the version posted on ff.net contained not 'One Moment More' but 'When September Ends.' I didn't like it when I re-read it. So I changed it. Enjoy.

Note: This is not meant to be yaoi. I don't intend to make it such. You can read it that way if you choose but it isn't. I got nothin' against yaoi. I just don't write it. Also, since I've never been able to find anything on Ryou's dad, I gave him a name myself to use in this story. The story of finding this name is as follows:

I went to google and looked up a Japanese name generator. To be random, I typed in 'Fred.' And I didn't like the name it came up with so I typed in something else, which I now can't remember and got Kenta. So that is what he is called in this fic, yup.

Closer I am to Fine
Ch.2: Don't Go

Pounding, aching, throbbing. It had been so long since Bakura had partaken of anything with alcohol in it and he had somehow forgotten just how bad a hangover could be. Sprawled out on his bed with the pillow over his head, Bakura attempted to get some sleep but to no avail. Every little sound sent his head reeling.

“Kura?” Ryou’s voice was slightly muffled through the door. The ever-so-soft knock that came after it was more then enough to make Bakura groan in frustration.

“What do you want?” he snapped as Ryou hesitantly opened the door and stepped in the room.

“W-well, you see, I’m going to the arcade with Yugi and the gang and I j-just wondered if perhaps you’d like to come along?” Ryou stuttered, shifting from one foot to the other in nervous apprehension.

“No,” Bakura replied bluntly. He was in no mood for such foolishness as the arcade. He didn’t even like the place when his head wasn’t pounding.

Ryou looked as though he was going to beg Bakura to come but then he thought better of it. “Okay, Bakura,” he said softly. “I’ll see you later then.”

Then he left, carefully closing the bedroom door behind him. Bakura sighed in relief.

Hold me, even though I know you're leaving.

And show me, all the reasons you would stay.

It's just enough to feel your breath on mine,

to warm my soul and ease my mind...

You've gotta' hold me and show me love...

It seemed like only minutes after he had fallen asleep that the Ra-forsaken contraption known as the ‘phone’ woke Bakura with it’s infernal ringing. He stumbled out of bed and down the stairs to cut it off, forgetting the Ryou’s father, Kenta Bakura, would probably take care of it. Indeed, he had forgotten even of the man’s very presence for a few short minutes before he heard the unmistakable voice answer whoever was on the other line with “hello?.” Bakura had barely reached the living room at this point and turned to go back to bed when he heard the man exclaim “wh-what?” with a note of panic in his voice. He halted and listened quietly by the door way to try and figure out what was wrong.

“C-car accident?” the elder Bakura continued. “I-is he okay?” Was who okay? Ryou? “No. Kami please. This has to be a joke...” Bakura seriously hoped it was not Ryou that was the topic of this conversation. The one side he could hear was not good. “I-I see. Thank you officer...I’ll...be there shortly.” There was a click as the phone was placed on the receiver.

“What was that about?” Bakura asked, trying to sound casual as he walked into the living room. He had to find out if this ‘car accident’ had anything to do with his former host.
Kenta, who had sat down on the couch at some point, stared blankly ahead as he replied “Ryou was in a car accident.”

Bakura’s blood ran cold. “What was he doing in a car?” he asked, masking his fear with some difficulty.

“Wasn’t in a car,” the man replied. “Drunk ran his car up on the side walk where Ryou was walking.”

Bakura nodded and swallowed before asking “where is he now?”

“Dead,” came the blunt reply.
Bakura’s head was spinning again and this time not from alcohol.

“Dead?” he asked, disbelievingly. “Is this some sort of sick joke to get back at me for breaking your rules?” He knew it wasn’t a joke, however.

Kenta closed his eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said hollowly. “He’s gone. Just like his mother and sister.”
Bakura felt his eyes stinging peculiarly. Ryou was gone.

Give me just one part of you to cling to.
And keep me everywhere you are.
It's just enough to steal my heart and run.
And fade out with the falling sun.

A choked sob escaped the thief before he could suppress it. He clenched his eyes shut to keep from crying.
He heard the man stand up from the couch and then he felt arms encircle him and pull him into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” Kenta whispered, choking back tears of his own. All Bakura could think to do was allow the hug. At least it was keeping him from falling down.

Oh, please don't go.
Let me have you just one moment more.
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more.
You've got to hold me and keep me.

To Bakura, the next week was a blur. Everything that happened confused him. Ryou’s father allowed him to stay, even without Ryou to beg for him. Funeral preparations were made. Grieving friends and family members Bakura had been unaware Ryou even had came to offer their condolences. Most of the relatives had asked Kenta more then a few questions about the boy who looked so much like Ryou, yet obviously wasn’t.

Tell me that someday you'll be returning.
And maybe, maybe I'll believe.
It's just enough to see a shooting star.
To know you're never really far.
It's just enough to see a shooting star.
To know you're never really gone.

The funeral was a bleak affair. Kenta had bought a suit for Bakura and made him wear it to the wake and then to the burial. Bakura was still waiting to be kicked out on the streets. Yugi and his friends had come to the funeral, Anzu crying and the others looking somber as the casket was lowered into the ground.
Yami had come up to Bakura and offered his own condolences.
“I am sorry for your loss, Bakura,” he had said. “He was a wonderful person.”

Oh, please don't go.
Let me have you just one moment more.
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more.

After that there had been the strange paper work that required Bakura’s signature for some reason. A trip to a local good will to turn in Ryou’s old clothes and things. A trip to the store to buy new ones for Bakura. Who was still waiting for the boot. But it never came. The older Bakura’s attitude towards the thief changed completely, becoming almost fatherly. Bakura wanted none of it. The man had been a jerk to him when Ryou was alive and there was no reason for that to change now that Ryou was gone.

Oh, please don't go.
Let me have you just one moment more.
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more.
You've got to hold me and maybe I'll believe.

Until now Bakura had not realized just how much Ryou meant to him. Ryou, the only person who cared about his wellfare. Ryou, the person who had put up with so much abuse and mistreatment from Bakura. Ryou, the person who had cared enough to ask that he, Bakura, evil thief mastermind, be granted a body of his own. Ryou, the person who had allowed him to live in that dingy little apartment. Ryou, who had shared his food and money with Bakura. Ryou, who had gotten nothing, not even friendship, in return. And now, Bakura could never make up for that. And knew that he shouldn't even try...

So hold me
Even though I know you're leaving...
Okay, please review. Contructive criticism, NO FLAMES! That is all, hope you enjoyed.