Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Koware na Hato ❯ Namida no Ame ( Chapter 7 )

Koware-Yasui Hato

by: Yumei

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A/N: @_@; GOOOOOOOMEN NAAASAII~! I know I haven't updated in forever and hopefully things will get faster if my teachers can stop torturing me x.x;; Doumo for minna-san's reviews and patience with a poor writer =_=;

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Chapter Seven: Namida no Ame

"Tenshi no namida no ame…" Ryou muttered softly to a tune as he twirled a golden autumn leaf between his fingers. It was so calm and peaceful here; he felt as if he could stay here forever. The small pond in the park was beautiful and he loved to be near the calm waters. When he was beside the water, he might be able to forget his problems…

Bakura snorted quietly from his spot under a large tree. Ryou looked like a ten year old little girl singing a hopscotch song or something. As ridiculous as it seemed, Bakura couldn't seem to stop a smile that twitched his lips as he watched the smaller snowy-haired boy play with leaves looking so calm and placid beside the water…

A sharp stab of painful memories and confusion stabbed at Bakura, but he quickly reduced his shaking and his wide-eyed expression when Ryou ran towards him with a joyous expression.

"Karakage-sama! Isn't it beautiful here? I feel so much better." For once in a time that seemed like a thousand years, Ryou smiled sincerely and brightly. "Arigatou gozaimasu!" Happily, he threw his arms around his yami, deciding to deal with the consequences later. "Arigatou for bringing me here!"

Utterly shocked by his light's suddenly outburst, Bakura simply blinked in surprise at first before sighing and letting Ryou cling to his neck. "I didn't bring you anywhere…" he muttered stubbornly, crossing his arms. His gaze strayed to the pond that Ryou had been sitting next to. If it had been a river, he was almost sure that… "R-Ryou…"

At the choked words, Ryou blinked in confusion and pulled away to look at his yami's face. "Karakage-sama? Is something wrong? Are you sick? K-kami-sama! Chi!"

Crimson blood dripped slowly from Bakura's pale lips and his eyes welled up with sparkling tears. I don't… "R-Ryou…" no…no don't...please don't die again…! The years of grief and sadness pooling in his sharp brown eyes was suddenly gushed out in a rain of tears. "Don't die again! KAWATORI!"

Ryou's hands shook in fear as he attempted to hold his yami down as he dived desperately out towards the water. He could feel his own crystal tears welling up in his eyes. "Karakage-sama! Ka-Kawatori-san isn't there! Please stop!" he begged desperately, finding himself sobbing. "He's not here!"

"No…no! Kawatori! Don't leave me! Let me go with you!" Tears spilling and emotions flying, Bakura continued his attempt to jump over Ryou's shoulder to the shining water, swatting away his attempts to stop him. He even failed to notice that he had caused a long cut to appear on Ryou's pale face. "Don't…don't try…"

"STOP! PLEASE!" Ryou finally screamed, hugging his panicking yami's waist, ignoring the sharp pain on his face. "He's not…he's not here! There's no one here but us…"

"The water will drive you to the bounds of insanity…"

Still crying his bitter tears, Bakura let his arm that had reached out to the water drop lifelessly. Why…? Doushite…? "Ryou… Why did he have to…why…?"

"I don't know," Ryou whispered quietly, his lower lip quivering as tears ran down his face. "I don't know why he's gone. I don't know why you would want to just die and go with him. I…I don't know who I am anymore! I don't know anything…"

So be it…let us cry together then…

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The stillness of the silence was overwhelming. Ryou still kept his face buried in his yami's shirt and his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. That Kawatori… Why did he always make Karakage-sama cry? The only times he had ever seen his yami cry was whenever he thought of him. "Kara…kage-sama…?"

You…it's always been you who has made me cry… "What?" Bakura asked shortly, finally recomposing himself. Though he hadn't meant to sound so harsh, he didn't apologize. He knew his "soulmate" would understand. He sighed, leaning back angrily against the tree. "I haven't…I haven't lost control like that in centuries…why is it coming back now? What are you doing to me?"

Ryou flinched. So it was his fault then. It had always been his fault. From the time Karakage-sama started to hurt him…to his anger at being called "masuta" as if he was a dog's master…to the time they first did that…to this very moment now. It's always been his fault, hasn't it? Stupidity… It seemed to have come naturally. Too naïve… Yes, it was his fault. "Gomen nasai…"

"What are you apologizing for now?" Bakura snapped tiredly, raking a slim hand through his silvery hair. "I don't understand you sometimes. Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything wrong…"

"Karakage-sama…you're being so nice to me now…" Ryou whispered in a bit of surprise. He could feel his pale cheeks color slightly, the pain of the cut completely gone. The painful memory of the bruises he once had were still fresh in his mind. "Will you…always be like this?"

"I'm not making any promises," Bakura mumbled, finding himself blushing slightly, folding his arms as Ryou hugged his waist tighter. "I'm not too sure…" He suddenly laughed bitterly. "Well, this seems familiar. Whenever something like this would come up, Kawatori would just say something like, 'Don't try…'"

"…to use that as an excuse to make me stop loving you," Ryou finished for him unconsciously. He hadn't known where the words came from or how he knew them… They just seemed to be so familiar…

Bakura froze up for a moment. How had he known? How was it possible…? Unless… He turned to glare sharply at the top of Ryou's head. "How did you know that? I never said anything about it to you."

Ryou hadn't even flinched under his yami's hard glare. He simply sighed softly and closed his eyes, hugging the thin waist tightly. "I don't know…" he muttered just barely audible. "Just…familiar…"

Who are you? Biting his lip until he drew blood, Bakura thought about it in frustration. There was no possible explanation for Ryou to know such a deep secret of his. Even through their link, it was impossible to get that deep into his soul and memories. Though…there was one way… Bakura licked his blood off his lips absently, growling to himself. There's no way. He wasn't going to think like that. No one would ever replace Kawatori. Not even…

Even though it's just for a while…please be content here…with me…

Sighing quietly, Bakura's eyelids fluttered closed and he relaxed for once. This may not be for long, but comfort is short and sweet… He drifted off to sleep sweetly, not even noticing two piercingly sharp violet eyes glare at him from not far away…

Idiot Bakura… I swear by the gods, I'll have you as my toy once again.

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It wasn't the fact that he was uncomfortable sleeping under a tree with his beautiful little light in his arms, but his eyes twitched open in annoyance. There was somebody watching them. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Bakura narrowed his eyes when there was no response and Ryou opened his sleepy eyes. "You…over there behind that tree. You're really testing my patience. Now I would suggest that you come out here before I need to get violent."

"Karakage-sama…" Ryou held on to the corner of his yami's shirt in silent fear, restraining him from walking too far from him. "I…don't want you to get hurt."

Not knowing what came over him, Bakura suddenly blinked a few times before blushing slightly. "I…N-nonsense. Don't be so insecure. T-there's nothing to worry about, Ryou. Now you come out! Coward!"

"My, my," laughed the man, gracefully stepping away from his hiding place. "My little Bakura…you haven't seemed to have changed at all. Why…and I had thought that all the ages that had passed would do something to your sexy little angry smirk. You're such an idiot some times, it just turns me on more and more. But who would have thought you'd fall in love with the same runt twice? Oh yes, I've forgotten that history seems to repeat itself. In that case, you'll be my toy again in no time at all."

Glaring at the one who dare say so much poisonously, Bakura pushed Ryou behind him a bit protectively. "Yes, I know you… You must be some arrogant bastard if you dare say so much about me at once. Who do you think you are anyway?"

"Me…? That isn't important now. I'm sure you'll remember soon enough anyway," the man taunted, his violet eyes gleaming with wickedness. He suddenly burst out laughing. "The more you speak, the more I want to give you a good, hard, fuck!"

Ryou flushed brightly. He was starting to become extremely embarrassed. This isn't exactly something he wanted to listen to. He clutched the edge of his yami's jacket tightly. "K…Karakage-sama… D-do you know him?"

Hearing this made the other man burst into another fit of wild laughter. "How delicious! That same voice…calling you that same idiotic thing…it's too much. Why don't you just come back to me. You can be my sex toy all over again."

Bakura stiffened when the purple eyed man wrapped his arms around him, licking his neck. His arms were wandering down the snowy haired boy's back until his hands were cupping his firm behind. Bakura narrowed his eyes, but didn't seem to move. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

He grinned when Ryou backed away with a frightened look on his face. "Don't you want to play with me anymore, or have you forgotten how we play?" He continued to lick the pale skin letting his hands roam further, smirking when he felt Bakura let the smallest moan escape. "Mm…I love your delicious white skin. So pale and soft. Your taste is still the same as always."

"S-stop it…" Bakura lifted his hands in attempt to push him away, but instead by accident he grabbed his flapping robes and found himself leaning closer. "S…st… G-gods…"

"Did you miss me that much?" he teased, swiveling his tongue more, eyes locked on the wide-eyed, open mouthed expression on Bakura's face, completely ignoring Ryou. He pulled the other boy's lower half closer, intending on making a scene before the more timid one standing in shock. "Why don't we make up for lost time?"

Gasping at the friction, Bakura couldn't help but to bury his head into the stranger's shoulder, clutching the cloth in his back. "S…tsu…stop…"

"Ah…hmm…what was that? Harder?" The man laughed and rested his crazed eyes on the frightened Ryou. "My indeed… They are just the same."

Finally regaining his will, Bakura pushed away from him and ran to a crying Ryou's side. "You're a maniac! What do you want from me?"

"Your flesh of course," he replied coolly, smirking. "Your delicious, creamy, white flesh…"

This is starting to get annoying… Bakura glared at him, keeping Ryou at a safe distance from him. He knew that he knew this person from somewhere before, but his name was still dancing around in his mind. His face was familiar though… But it can't be him… Not that guy… Why did he come back…?

The man inspected the shocked expression on Bakura's face. "Judging from that look on your face, I'm guessing that you're starting to remember something now. Yes, you must remember now. It's hard to forget something like that, isn't it, Bakura? How can you forget our nights together, hmm?"

"Stop saying that!"

Bakura blinked in surprise. He hadn't yelled and the purple-eyed man was standing in shock, so it couldn't have been him either. Which only left… "Ryou… W-what…."

Ryou looked down at the floor, unable to look directly in that man's face. He was shaking with anger, his fists clenched, but tears were still freely falling. "Stop saying that. I don't care who you are… Karakage-sama isn't yours anymore even if he was so in the past. Kara…Karakage-sama is mine now! Leave us alone!"

"R-Ryou…" Bakura extended an arm out to him slowly, but carefully withdrew it. Whoever that guy is, he knows about my past. He knows about Kawatori…my most precious memories. But…he's right… Ryou is…so much…like… "How do you know…?"

"Don't give me this," he laughed, "I was with you from the very beginning! From the time you were a miserable little homeless boy in Egypt to the time you met that little brat by the river. When he died, I offered you back a place as my partner, but you were blind. That brat ruined you! Though it always was that you were more talented in bed than you were robbing tombs! It was quite amusing to see the Pharaoh's guards whip you, but you never shook. Then you idiot…softened after meeting that kid. Just for a kid and I see that you are following the same path again with that kid."

"He's not just a kid," Bakura muttered dangerously. "He is mine, he is me. He was me, he will always be me and if you dare lay so much as a finger on him, I swear I will kill you and we'll be robbing your grave."

"Such harsh words…even though I see you're still struggling with your memory, I see. Fool. You will come back to me, Bakura. But we'll have to wait for that conclusion, won't we? Remember, the past repeats itself," he taunted before his form began to fade away. "I'm sure you'll remember that you should be thanking me if you were ever grateful to meet that river boy brat."

"D…damn…it…" Bakura clenched his fists and turned to face Ryou, his expression completely changing. "S...sorry. I didn't mean for you to see that…"

"I know," Ryou whispered in return. Quickly drying his tears, he smiled up at his yami. It was the very first time that he had apologized to him for something and it made him smile. Yet that wasn't the only thing that made him so happy. "But I'm very happy I did. Because….because you said something that has made me very happy. Am I really…yours? Forever…?"

Bakura's cheeks tinted red but he kept a firm expression. "Stop looking at me like that. I only said it because…because…" …because it's true… "…just…oh, nevermind. Though I think… I think I've finally remembered who that guy…is…"

Ryou watched his face become slowly pale, eyes growing wider. "Karakage-sama?" He placed a small hand over his yami's. "Is it…bad? Were all those horrible things he said really true?"

"Y-yes…I'm afraid… But the worst part…" Bakura sank down to his knees slowly, dropping his hands on the ground. "He was telling the truth when he said that. It really was…thanks to him that I met Kawatori."

"N…nani ka?" Ryou gasped. He joined his yami on the ground. "But how is that possible, Karakage-sama? There was no one with you when you met Kawatori-san. You said you were running away from the Pharaoh's guards."

"I was," he said grimly. "I was running from the guards because I was betrayed by my partner. I was framed into taking all the blame for another robbery. That was him… He betrayed me…and that's how I met Kawatori. His name… It's…"

"What is it?" Ryou asked quietly, reaching out to touch his back. "Can you remember now, Karakage-sama? What is it?"

"…Mariku…"

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A/N: n_n I really apologize for such a long time without updating. @_@ Everything is so crazy right now…I'm sure people agree x_x;

But thank you everyone who has been patient with me ><

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