Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen ❯ My Immortal ( Chapter 4 )

Priestess: At the moment, it seems that all of the fanfictions in this 'album' are going to be Bakura-centric, and that's fine with me. This is another Tendershipping, or at least Tendershipping is heavily hinted, which is strange for me-I hate Tendershipping, and have only used it once or twice in the past. *Shrugs* Oh, well.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave

A tall, handsome man with long white hair blowing around in the wind walked down the path with his hands jammed in the pockets of his jeans. He stared determinedly ahead, though his tear-blurred eyes saw nothing. His legs were moving without any thought involved, eyes filled with tears that refused to fall.

"He's gone," he whispered, more to himself, voice choked with tears and barely audible. "I'm…I'm alone…all alone…again."

I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

Yami no Bakura-or the being known as Yami no Bakura-lifted a hand to rub one blue eye. When Ryou had died, his eyes had went from chocolate brown to the blue it used to be in his past life-just a bit lighter.

Sinking down onto a bench, he gazed at the sky above helplessly.

"Ryou…"

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

How had this happened? He wondered, bowing his head. It had been so sudden, so unexpected-he, the Pharaoh, Ryou's so-called 'friends'…No one had seen it coming.

Having lost everything else dear to him, having lived for millenniums while everybody around him passed on, he would have thought he would be used to this by now.

You can never get used to losing everything you care about in one cruel instant.

When you cried I'd
Wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd
Fight away all of your fears

He knew Ryou was different from him, had always known, but that didn't mean it had hurt any less when he died.

Ryou was mortal, he knew. Ryou could not die a hundred times and then return without a scar. And, somewhere inside, he had known Ryou would pass on.

But he hadn't realized it would be so soon.

I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

"Bakura?"

Bakura's eyes widened, and his head snapped up.

There he was-misty, but as lively as he had been in real life. His white-haired hikari smiled, eyes as bright as before that dreadful sickness came and took away the last thing Bakura had left…

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Bakura reached out. Ryou seemed so close, near enough to touch. Unsure whether he was sitting or standing, he stretched his arm. His fingers were about to make contact…

And then he was gone.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

Bakura stared in numb shock at his hand, the fingertips that had been so close now touching nothing but air, then the tears he had been holding back broke free.

He slumped against the bench, sobbing his eyes out, not caring who saw him. He was almost certain he could feel Ryou's arms around him…

But that was impossible.

When you cried I'd
Wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd
Fight away all of your fears

"Dead!" he screamed, jumping to his feet. People stared, but he neither noticed nor cared. He clawed at his arms desperately, trying to rid himself of the feeling of Ryou's arms around him as he sobbed harder and harder.

It hurt. Yes, he was capable of hurt. His hikari had changed him, changed him for the better. He had learned love and compassion, but with it came grief.

I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

His hatred had been washed away, and a new hatred had taken his place.

Hatred towards the doctors, the so-called 'experts' who couldn't help him. They should have been able to, but they weren't. Why? Why?

"You're dead," he whimpered. "Why are you dead?"

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

Then he jumped to his feet and ran. He neither knew nor cared where-he knew only that he had to get away. Away from death, away from memories, away…away from everything.

But he could feel Ryou following him. His spirit, along with the others he had cared about and lost, seemed determined to follow him wherever he went.

When you cried I'd
Wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd
Fight away all of your fears

Why did they do that? Didn't they realize that following him, when they were dead and he would live forever, was just making everything worse?

At last he gave up and sank to his knees, strikingly aware that there was nowhere left to go. Like the spirits of his family, it seemed Ryou's memory was determined to haunt him for the rest of eternity.

I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me