Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ For a Yami's love ❯ For a Yami's Love - Apologies ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

‘I tear my heart open, I sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care too muchMy scars remind me that the past is realI tear my heart open just to feel‘

The long walk home was nothing but comforting.  Midway through the skies opened and let forth the tears of Mother Nature. Apparently, Yuugi and Ryou weren’t the only two that had been hurt through the whole ordeal.  Upon entering the cold, seemingly unwelcoming house, both albinos’ were soaked to the bone.  Ryou practically jumped from his yami’s arms when they entered and limped his way over to the couch to sit down, his frail looking body shaking from the chills that were rushing over him.

Bakura closed the door and locked it before following after his light, walking into the living room. Instinctively, his hand reached forth to turn the lights on, but was stopped short upon hearing his lights voice.

“Don’t.”

“Ryou?”

“Leave them off.” the hikari whispered softly, eyes staring straight ahead at the wall. Bakura had hardly ever saw this side of Ryou, the side hat showed how deeply hurt he was. Only once he had seen it and that was the day Ryou’s father stopped calling him. The boy was still young, just entering middle school. Everything was awkward for him, entering puberty, making the transition from boy to man. He didn’t have a father there to show him the way, to tell him everything he was experiencing as alright. The only person he had to rely on was Bakura at the time and that wasn’t much help.

‘Drunk and I'm feeling downAnd I just wanna be aloneI'm pissed 'cause you came aroundWhy don't you just go homeCause you channel all your painAnd I can't help you fix yourselfYour making me insaneAll I can say is‘

That was when Ryou first closed up to the world outside, withdrew from society. He relied mostly on Bakura to take care of things. It was why he hardly resisted at first when Bakura continued to take over his body, learned that the Pharaoh was close by. It didn’t matter to him anymore. Everything that Ryou had ever loved, his mother, his sister, his father, they were all gone now and in a sense, he was alone.

‘I tear my heart open, I sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care too much andOur scars remind us that the past is realI tear my heart open just to feel’

Bakura hated seeing his light like that. Ryou was so beautiful on his own, but when he was happy, his whole body was alight with the shinning light of Ra. Being around him then made everything seem alright, no matter what mistakes were made. But now….not even home for five minutes, Bakura could feel the change within the walls. It was all turning to dark, the cold of the darkness, or perhaps from a draft of a door or window was seeping into the walls, chilling everything it touched.

‘I tried to help you onceAgainst my own adviseI saw you going downBut you never realizedThat your drowning in the waterSo I offered you my handCompassion's in my natureTonight is our last stand‘

His Ryou was not like that. He would never give into the darkness. No matter how many times Bakura tried…Ryou always fought for what he wanted, for those he loved. Maybe this time was different. Maybe this was the hump that broke the camel’s back as some people say. Sighing softly to himself, Bakura knew that he needed to fix this, to explain to the other how much he cared for him.

Walking over to the couch, he took a seat next to his other half, careful to keep some distance between them so the other would feel at ease. They sat there for a while, in silence. Outside, the rain pounded on the windows, thunder crackling in the distance, every now and then lightening lit up the small room, giving Bakura a clear view of his hikari’s shivering body.

“Ryou…I”

“What?!” the light snapped, cold chocolate eyes glaring at his yami. “What could you possibly have to say to me?”

“What you saw wasn’t….it didn’t mean anything.” Bakura struggled with the right words to say. Confrontation like this was something he had never experienced before. Saying sorry was not something his brain could comprehend.

“Oh really? Looks to me like you were going to screw Yami. Oh but let me guess, he doesn’t mean anything to right?”

“Right.” Bakura said nodding his head, smiling. At least Ryou could understand that much. Maybe things were going to turn out alright.

“I see.” Ryou said as he looked away for a moment. And with in a flash, Bakura’s head hurt horribly. Grabbing the spot Ryou had just hit, he rubbed it, glaring at his light.

“What the fuck was that for?!” he shouted.

‘I tear my heart open, I sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care too much andOur scars remind us that the past is realI tear my heart open just to feel‘

“You’re an inconsiderate ass! You don’t care about anyone’s feelings but your own!” Ryou shouted as he matched Bakura’s glare with one of his own. “You say you love someone else, yet you’re going to go and cheat on him with Yami? You realize you probably just ruined everything good between Yuugi and Yami?”

“Hey, don’t give me that PMS bullshit! It’s the damn Pharaoh’s own fault. He’s the one who wanted to strike up the old flame we had.”

“But you went along with it! You were going to do it! You don’t have any brains!”

“I didn’t want to do it at first! But he started crying! So I felt sorry for him like I do you.”

There was a strange silence that then set upon them as the words slowly sunk into Ryou’s mind. “Like I do you!” Bakura thought he was a weakling. He felt sorry for him.

It took Bakura a while, but he finally realized what he said and he tried to fix before the seed rooted itself into Ryou’s mind, but it was too late.

“You feel sorry for me?” he asked softly.

“No! I meant when you cry! You look so helpless and pathetic.” Bakura told him, thinking he was making it right. Confrontation what not his best strength, nor was fixing things.

“I cry because you make me!” Ryou shouted, feeling the on coming of tears welling up in his eyes. “Everything you do, you say to me, it makes me cry! It’s your fault! It’s always your fault!”

“Ryou I never mean it! I don’t want to make you cry, I….”

As Bakura was about to profess his love to Ryou the lights went out in the house as a large flash of lightning lit up the night sky. Now they were sitting there in the darkness of the house, silence surrounding them except for the pattering of the rain on the windows. But he couldn’t let this set back ruin everything he was about to say. Things had to be fixed and though Bakura hated to admit it, Ryou was right. It was his fault that he made his hikari cry and now he needed to set it right.

“Ryou.”  Bakura stared, his voice softer than normal that it even surprised himself. “I don’t mean to make you cry.” He said. He wanted to add, ‘most of the time’, but the longer he was in this situation, the more he realized that remarks like that were not going to help the situation. Maybe school was good for something after all.

‘I'm drunk and I'm feeling downAnd I just wanna be aloneYou shouldn't ever came aroundWhy don't you just go home?Cause your drowning in the waterAnd I tried to grab your handAnd I left my heart openBut you didn't understand[But you didn't understand]Go fix yourself‘

“Shut up!” Ryou shouted. Through the darkness that filled the house, Bakura see the hatred in the usually loving brown eyes. They were cold, dark. The shining light that once inhabited them were gone. Ryou was gone.

“You don’t mean any of that you just said. You just want to make this all right so you don’t have to deal with me! I get it! I’m a weak, pathetic cry baby that you wished you were never stuck with! I’m the reason for all your pain and suffering in this world.” Ryou spoke, voice shaking and cracking as he tried to control his emotions.

“Fine then. Go out; fuck Yami and whoever else you want. I don’t care. But I will tell you this only one time. Yami no Bakura, you’re not welcome in this house anymore. Get out.” Ryou hissed lowly.

Bakura’s eyes widened. He didn’t Ryou really had it in him to talk like that, to order him around. And yet here he was, telling him he was no longer allowed in the house. Technically what Ryou said could be possible. He wasn’t really family of Ryou’s; he wasn’t paying to live in this place. He was an uninvited guest that had first lived in Ryou’s body before getting his own. If Ryou wanted him gone, he could make him leave legally as it went, though Bakura would put up a fight if it came to that.

‘I can't help you fix yourselfBut at least I can say I triedI'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own lifeI can't help you fix yourselfBut at least I can say I triedI'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life‘

“Fine.” Bakura said and stood slowly, facing Ryou. His eyes narrowed at the other. If the other wanted to play it like that, then he would. “I’ll leave. But this isn’t over hikari. It isn’t over.” He warned.

“Get out!” Ryou shouted, unable to hold in his emotions anymore.

Bakura stared at Ryou for a few moments longer before he turned and headed for the front door once more. He unlocked it before throwing it open and stormed out. It was raining, storming really yet Bakura didn’t care. There he was, trying to make things right and Ryou had the balls to talk to him like that, to act like such a…such a bitch!

‘I tear my heart open, I sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care too much andOur scars remind us that the past is realI tear my heart open just to feel’
Well he would show him. Bakura would show him certainly and he knew just who to con into helping him.

‘I tear my heart open, I sew myself shutMy weakness is that I care too much andOur scars remind us that the past is realI tear my heart open just to feel’