Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Inner Struggle ❯ heart's revival ( Chapter 8 )
Inner Struggle
Author's Notes: It's been…about 4 months since I last updated, and now finally, I actually updated this fic!!! French and English gives a lot of homework and I kept spending my extra time drawing up mini comics and reading other people's fics. Gah! I'm no good at keeping track of things!
Plus I received my first flame on my Inuyasha fic….. *cries* I tried to be strong! Okay! Before you read the fic…. *tosses a shotgun over* Feel free the shoot me in the head, I don't think I did a good job with the fic…
Disclaimers: Yay! I got the Yu-Gi-Oh manga volume one! I own that, but not the series itself.
A bit of warning: Bakura's OOC, and I can't think of anything else to point out…
Part 8
-Somewhere deep into Ryou's soul room-
Everything around me seems to rot away from this pathetic place. The walls in my soul room slowly shed its tears and plea as they cling to the dark bloody ceiling. This place, this room, is where I retreat to when the world seems angered with me. The pain throbbing in my heart felt like it was going to explode.
I sat curled in the corner of my bloody soul room, lit by ill-flickering candles. I didn't care how weak I was, I continued to sob. My shaky arms wrapped around my scarred legs. I felt cold, naked, and vulnerable. I wish I could end my shattered life right now.
I've been sitting here for who knows how long, nothing can get to me, hopefully not even Bakura. Sure, his soul room is right across mine, but I've been putting up a heavy barrier each time he rapes me. He'd surely get seriously hurt if he even bothered to check on me. I don't want anyone, I don't need anyone, I can stay here in my corner and fade into the darkness.
"Where the hell are you Ryou!?" the voice yelled from the distance. I lifted my head, that sounded like Bakura…… but why would he come here? "We need to talk!" he shouted. I lifted myself up, and stumbled away from his view. I didn't want to speak to him, ever.
I can hear my yami's footsteps splashing in the blood red puddles getting louder. "Where do you think you're going hikari!?" he yelled as he dashed forward, his fingers clenched on to my arm, and pulled my limping figure close. I struggled to pull away from his strong arms, but he was obviously much more stronger then I could ever be.
I leaned forward on his chest, "Why do you care Bakura?" I whispered. I peered at his condition, his chest and arms had cuts and bruises, and his shirt was nearly torn away. "I'm just your weak pathetic hikari," I said closing my eyes. "You were able to get past my mental defenses,"
There was silence. "Ryou, I came for you, I don't want you stuck in this Ra forsaken place," He murmured in my hair, "I killed that moron who barged into the home, he'll never touch you ever again," I felt Bakura's skin growing hotter. "Ryou, my other half, I, er…… um……… love you," he hesitated. I lifted my chin up, and eyed him suspiciously.
……… Did he actually say that? He did say that before, but his thoughts were clouded up by all that alcohol. His judgment was weak and his mind was unfocused. But this time I can feel the truth in his words. I can feel he really meant it. But, just to make sure……
"You're not drunk again are you yami?" I questioned as I press my hand on his forehead, "I think you're coming down with a fever" Bakura sighed and took my hand away. "Oh come on Ryou! I finally said it seriously and now you're making a mockery out of it!"
I started to smile, something I haven't done in a long time. It was a pretty nice feeling, considering from what I've been through. My dark stared at me like I was some crazy mental patient. I wrapped my arms around Bakura. "I love you too yami, and I seriously hope you mean it this time too," I rejoiced as tears of joy watered my eyes.
My yami embraced me in his arms. His fingers lifted my chin until out lips met. I closed my eyes and responded to his kiss. I loved the magical moment, just me and my yami. The feeling was exhilarating.
Suddenly Bakura's features started to fade. "Yami?" I asked in fear. "Shit! That stupid pharaoh and his brat found me!" He yelled as he backed away from me. I could see through his body as it struggles to stay in this reality. "I'm going out there and deal with the idiots!" He cursed.
A light chain began wrapping around my dark. The chains sent an electrical spark sent pain throughout my yami's body. I watched him fall to his knees. "Yami!" I gasped, I began to approach him. "Don't come near me! Go to the pharaoh! Tell him to stop this stupid act or I'll tear his fucking head off!" He screamed before wincing in more anguish.
I nodded and disappeared from my soul room. Just a while ago I told myself I'd go back to reality again, I never wanted to face anyone again, but in this case, to save Bakura from the pain he's in, I'll do anything.
I opened my eyes; the drowsiness hit me like a ton of bricks. "Bakura," I murmured. I needed to help him. "Yami, Ryou's awake!" the voice of Yugi's rang in my ears. I sat up from the bed; the ring's healthy light was fading rapidly. Yami had his palm on my item.
"What are you doing to my yami?" I quickly spat out at Yami. Yami's face looked confused. "I thought that crazy tomb robber was causing you pain Ryou, I was simply putting a stop to it," He explained.
"Please stop whatever you're doing… Bakura's in a lot of pain," I pleaded as I clinched my fists on the wrinkled sheets. I gazed into Yami's red eyes. The pharaoh sighed, "You care a lot about that tomb robber don't you?" I nodded silently. "I love him, I don't care what he did before……"
Yami sighed, lifted his hand away and scratched his head, "Ryou, How am I supposed to say this?" He mumbled and closed his eyes. I blinked, I gleamed towards Yugi, he didn't seem to know what's going on either.
"Ryou, I'm going to let him go this time, but you need to be free from the clenches of your own yami, he doesn't own you. You've become so vulnerable lately, I'm worried for you, not only me, but Yugi, and your friends are too,"
"Strengthen your bond with Bakura, free your mind and take control, do whatever it takes to get your life back on track, if that tomb robber goes and hurt you like that, I promise I won't be so nice about him next time."
I could hear Bakura rambling and cursing inside the ring at Yami's comment. The tri-colored yami smirked a bit at my ring. `Wait until I get my hands on that sad-excuse for a pharaoh!!!' Bakura screamed in my head. I sighed at my yami's behavior.
Yami quietly stood up from his chair, "Come on Yugi, we'll leave Ryou with Bakura," He walked to the door, Yugi quickly got on his foot and stumbled behind him, "But Yami? Shouldn't we stay with him?" the small boy asked.
Yami turned his head, "They need some more time together, hopefully Ryou made the right decision about his yami, I truly hope this never happens again," he whispered. The two quietly stepped out of the room.
I watched the duo shut the door. I was alone on my bed with the millennium ring. Its glittering aura brought me warmth. "Daydreaming again hikari?" My widen eyes trailed up towards Bakura's face. I smiled and wiped my tears away.
The wounded silvered hair yami leaned towards me, "Easy to cry, that's always like you," he smiled.
TBC? (Should I continue? I can't think of much to continue with)
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More Author's Notes: Ahhhhh! I have to say this, before I rewrote this chapter again and again. I didn't want anyone dead, I didn't want Bakura to be a softie, and there should be a freaking point to this story!!! Bakura's very… OOC isn't he….?
I limited myself to only Ryou's point of view, so when Ryou had his struggles, Bakura has his world of hell to deal with, but that probably won't be in the story, maybe you can use your imagination over there.
I'm not great at writing lemon-ish stuff, and I never wrote a fic where uh… the two lovers are okay with it. Chances when Ryou would be willing to do it again… a long time, he needs to recover some more….
Okay, tell me what you think and feel free to do whatever you want with your new shotgun! (Don't know what I'm talking about? Read the top author's notes)