Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Koware na Hato ❯ Omoide ( Chapter 8 )

Koware na Hato

by: Yumei

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A/N: x_x; ack… so much for my last promise… I was hit by a flying battery and lost a small part of my memory o_o;;;; I spent several weeks just trying to remember my passwords, phone number, address etc. *sweatdrop* I'm so sorry ;_; *bow bow bow* Oh yes, doumo arigatou gozaimasu for minna-san's reviews… T.T I love you guys! (Btw, "Mariku" was the yami, so to avoid confusion, I'll finally just change it to "Malik" x_x) I also noticed I have absolutely no reason for having "Yasui" in the title which means inexpensive/cheap O_o;; *deletes it* n nV sorry for the trouble!~

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Chapter Eight: Omoide

Silence overwhelmed them again. Ryou was finally the first one to speak. "Malik? If…if we don't know anything about him…we can always ask Yugi's Yami, right? He was the Pharaoh wasn't he?"

"Yes," Bakura whispered to the grass, "but his memories aren't all with him. He won't remember much. If he can't remember about himself, how is he supposed to remember about anyone else? Remember about me or…Malik?"

Ryou blinked. The way Karakage-sama had said his name…like it was poison or something worse that he wanted to spit out of his mouth. "Karakage-sama…please. If anything is to be solved…don't we have to understand the situation first? Do you know what he wants? Why won't he go away and leave you alone?"

"That's because…what he wants…is me. I am his former partner; his sex toy. He is…power hungry. I'm at a lost, Ryou," Bakura closed his eyes and leaned heavily against his light, unable to say anything. "Yet why does that bastard still have the ability to turn me on…?"

Blushing, Ryou shook his head. "Nuhn… It's not your fault." Ryou was flying already from happiness, but now here was his Karakage-sama laying with his head in his lap. He could never be happier. "But if…" he blushed again, "if it really hurts you that much…maybe…can I…?"

Bakura rolled over to give Ryou a funny look. "Ryou… Do you understand what you're saying?" He actually considered it for a second, but then groaned and turned away. "No. I don't want you to be…dirty like me."

"It's not like I've never done it before," Ryou squeaked out. He was very embarrassed by this, but he wanted to help his yami. It was the truth after all. He wasn't exactly a virgin. Swallowing his embarrassment and any other odd feelings he had running though him at the moment, he leaned closer to him and whispered, "Doesn't it bother you, Karakage-sama?"

"A…are you doing that on purpose?" Bakura grumbled accusingly. The way Ryou was purring like that was making him harder. "Just…just stop all together. Don't say anything. You're making it much worse than it already is. Hmph."

The light boy smiled dimly. It was just because Karakage-sama was embarrassed, he wouldn't turn around. He had too much pride to let his light see him blush and fumble over his words. Though he had done it once today already anyway… "I…I want to know something…if it won't bother you too much."

"What?" Bakura asked in one short breath. He was vainly attempting to calm his arousal, but simply lying there and willing it to go away wasn't doing him much good and perhaps his position wasn't much help either.

"How do you know that man?" Ryou asked in a hushed voice. "Or how did you know him? Why does he want to…bother you now? C…can't he leave us alone?"

Bakura smirked. So there was some fire in the timid boy after all. Perhaps it was because they were getting to be closer now. In the beginning, Ryou seemed to fear him like the ten plagues. He supposed that the start of their progress may have been when he saved him from that bastard of a teacher who'd dare touch his precious light. Ryou was becoming stronger. "I'm kind of surprised at you," he said truthfully, his smirk still visible. "You're becoming a stronger person. I...never mind. Don't take it as a compliment, but I'm actually proud of you."

"Karakage-sama…" Ryou blushed slightly. "I'm very happy, but I still want to know. I want to know more you about you and your past. If…if it won't hurt you too much? Karakage-sama…?"

The other boy twitched and looked over his shoulder, tossing Ryou a "look." "Can we talk about this later? I'm not exactly in the best mood…or position either." He grunted and twisted to lay flat on his stomach. "Ryou, you… I never thought to ask you, but is there any way in the worlds that you could remember your past life? I guess I'm becoming desperate…"

Ryou blinked. That had caught him by surprise. Was his yami becoming that desperate? He had thought that he hated him. Sighing mentally, Ryou fiddled with his fingers. Even if he did confess his visions to Karakage-sama, he probably wouldn't actually believe that he could ever be his beloved Kawatori, anyway. Just the thought seemed to make his spirit ache and almost bleed inside. "How can I remember my past life?" he lied innocently. "Gomen nasai."

Letting his breath out, Bakura glared at Ryou's stomach. "Humph. I know you're keeping something from me. Our souls are never too far apart… Idiot. Shouldn't you know by now not to lie to me? But fine. If you want to hide something, then you can be that way. I'm not your 'master' and I've promised I wouldn't hurt you, but if you don't tell me, I know you're attempting to 'suffer quietly,' aren't you?"

Chewing his lip and doing his best not to cry, Ryou clenched his fingers. There could be a chance that Karakage-sama would actually consider that he was…and maybe even return his love, but Ryou didn't want to destroy Karakage-sama's image of his "strong" Kawatori. It wouldn't be worth it to him. "I…I know… But I really… I really don't know anything about it!"

Bakura frowned. So Ryou wanted to lie to him. He didn't know what kind of a fool that Ryou took him for, but let it steam in his head. He supposed that not pushing it would be a better idea and perhaps his silence would be enough to punish the boy anyway. He mentally sighed in relief when he felt his arousal dying down. He just couldn't seem to get that other sexy boy out of his mind…

Shifting, Ryou watched the top of his yami's snowy head, carefully observing his movements as subtle as they were. Despite how he had acted before, abusing him and hurting him, it was only because he cared about him. Ryou now understood. Suddenly, he was grateful to that teacher, even though the experience was still frightening and the man was dead. If it wasn't for that accident, he never would have become closer to the one he loved. "Ba…kura…"

Bakura tensed. Did Ryou just…? Call him by his name and not "Karakage-sama"? He inhaled deeply and finally sat up to face his light. "Ryou…" he began slowly, he was unsure why, but his face got hot and red. "Even if you won't tell me… I… I think that I…" He chewed on his lip. He wasn't ready to say anything yet and he felt something on Ryou's half that seemed like spiritual pain. "I think…that we should be going now."

Ryou's face fell. "Oh… I see… You're right. Let's go home then, Karakage-sama. Thank you for coming with me here." He stood and dusted off his clothes. It was stupid of him to get his hopes up. Even if his yami had been blushing and the tone in his voice had changed, becoming so soft and sweet. "Anyway, I think that even if you don't get along with this Malik, he must know something about your past with…Kawatori…right?"

Growling, Bakura completely forgot his sudden emotions from a mere few moments ago. "Forget him. I never want to see him again. As for Kawatori…I swear I'll see him again…and…tell him…what I should have…" His expression softened for a moment, but then he shut his eyes and his expression became hard again. Grabbing Ryou's hand and dragging him along, he muttered, "Never mind. Let's go."

Blushing harshly, Ryou looked down at their finger-entwined hands. A flush of happiness along with the slightest twinge of pain tingled through him, as he let himself be pulled, still staring at their hands. Maybe Karakage-sama wasn't as uncaring and cold as he seemed, though he already knew that his yami was the one that was the sweetest, kindest, and horribly sensitive person there was, even if he didn't want people to know it. He smiled inwardly and trudged along, his hand happily clenched between the fingers of Bakura's.

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Violet eyes wandered from corner to corner, apparently rather bored. Malik clenched his teeth in frustration. He had been keeping a close eye on his feisty snowy haired partner for some time now. So that stubborn ox was going to let his own tragic history repeat itself and he knew it.

Grinning to himself, Malik watched the two boys make their way out of the little park. It would soon be time for his part in Bakura's "tragic love life" circle. Yes… Who would've guessed that the Kawatori-boy's father had been secretly selling outlawed products with him. Malik chuckled to himself. He had dragged the boy's father in deeper and deeper in business and stress until he had gone completely mad and raped his own beloved child. What a fool that man was…

Though it would seem that this time around was much more simple. Ryou's father was already plenty far from him and things seemed to be running along as he thought they would. Just a little more time and soon he was sure that this time he'd be sure to pick Bakura up as his "partner" again after the brat was gone. He narrowed his eyes at the boys. "This time I'll make sure that boy dies faster…"

Laughing silently to himself, he watched them with mock eyes as they finally disappeared from his sight. Bakura was his and only his toy and he intended on fixing that part of history this time. If he couldn't have him, then he definitely wouldn't let some kid have him. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to run after them right now and rape him in front of those damn virgin eyes of that kid, if he still was a virgin that is. Licking his lips, he restrained himself. He would have to wait for the right time. I swear I will get what I want no matter who dares step in my way.

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Bakura tapped his foot rather impatiently as he watched Ryou fumble with his keys and finally unlock the front door. Sighing in angry relief, Bakura flopped himself onto the couch and silently watched his light move about the room. He wouldn't have guessed that Ryou would actually be able to help him support his solid body form.

Tugging on a small couch pillow, Bakura watched Ryou wander around the small kitchen, getting himself a small glass of water. It had take quite an enormous amount of spiritual energy for the light boy to even stabilize enough spirit for his yami to maintain a solid form for a few seconds. Bakura supposed that after their rather embarrassing little "activities," it helped Ryou get enough energy for Bakura to have his own form. He would only need to "recharge" himself sometimes at night and Ryou didn't seem to fight it anymore. Though he began to wonder why he could feel Ryou's end of their connection flicker more and more often…

Ryou could feel his yami's sharp brown eyes on him as he slowly filled his cup with clear, crystal water. Taking a sip, he cautiously looked up to meet those sharp brown eyes. For a moment their gazes were tied, but Bakura broke away and stared at the wall instead. Ryou sighed. He was very glad that Karakage-sama and stop beating him and realized that this idea wasn't much help for him to get "stronger," but at least then, he would talk to him. Unlike now, all they shared were several uncomfortable silences and a few recharging nights. He felt worn and used, but also a bit happy knowing that he could help. He truly was lovesick.

What had happened today had made him think. He knew that their relationship was slowly progressing and his yami had at least made a few unconscious gestures showing that he cared, but he was still slightly shaken and terrified of the man they had met. He knew Karakage-sama wasn't a bad person in the past, simply lost, but did he really just let himself be controlled by that evil man?

Sighing, Ryou admitted to himself that even he found that man quite beautiful, but it had died in his fear. He just couldn't forget that spark in Karakage-sama's eyes. That Malik person could really please Karakage-sama and make him moan in such nerve wrecking pleasure. Ryou blushed. How embarrassing to be thinking about something like that. Carrying his glass, he walked over to the place where Bakura had sprawled himself over and set his cup on the coffee table. Clearing his throat timidly, he squeaked, "Karakage-sama, may I sit next to you?"

Bakura shot him a funny look but slowly removed his feet and sat rigidly straight. He had a bit of an angry and frustrated look on his face, but then again, there are not many times he didn't have that expression on his face anyway. Ryou's cheeks were scarlet as he twisted and turned his fingers. "Ka-Karakage-sama… I…"

"What?" Bakura asked sharply. He folded his arms and watched the boy from the corner of his eye. Ryou was blushing and fidgeting and he looked as if he had something to say. Bakura narrowed his eyes and glared. "If you're going to say something, say it."

Ryou's lower lip quivered, but he refused to cry for no reason. "Ka-Karakage-sama… Those things…that you said to me before…last time we…" he blushed visibly. "I want to know…am I good enough for you yet? Can I freely say that I…that I love you?"

Bangs casting shadows over his eyes, Bakura clenched his fists. It was another one of those talks. Of course he felt a fondness for his soulmate, but he just wasn't sure if he was ready to give up on his past yet. To think that only a little while ago he beat him and Ryou called him "master." How pathetic. Without saying a word, Bakura pushed Ryou flat on his back and lay on top of him. Staring into his eyes, he asked softly, "Doesn't it bother you? Can you still say that you like me even if I do these sort of bad things to you?"

Using his elbows to push himself up a little, Ryou placed a gentle and timid kiss on his yami's thin lips. Looking back into his startled eyes with his own sorrowful ones he finally managed to whisper, "Yes…"

"Gods…" Bakura's thin eyebrows knitted together in frustration. Laying himself back on top of the other boy, he kissed his neck and his hands snaked around the boy's body. "Why do you have to be so stupid…?"

Ryou turned scarlet, but didn't try to fight. He simply lay back and let him do as he pleased. It was still surprising to him how Karakage-sama could be so angry and crazed one moment then become tender and quiet in the next. He could barely keep up with his sudden mood changes, so he simply surrendered to them. He would have to find out if his Karakage-sama felt the same about him later. Right now he could sense his hurt and confusion and even a bit of anger mixed in there as well. There was always his own occasion unusual stinging pain in his spirit, but he could deal with that later. He slowly wrapped his arms around the other's neck.

Bakura sucked on the pale flesh. He wanted to take him again. Warmth spread over him; an unbearable warmth. Ryou wasn't wriggling around like he usually would when Bakura seemed to want him for no reason. Ryou always thought that it was necessary to do that so often. Feeling Ryou wrap his arms around his neck, Bakura closed his eyes as a wave of unusual guilt crashed through him. This was odd. Since when did he ever feel guilty for hurting Ryou? He chewed on his lip, studying the pale face before him.

"You're not going to stop now, are you?" Ryou quietly muttered. He looked as if he was about to cry. "Why do you suddenly have a problem? Am I a bad uke? Was that other man really that much better than me?"

This comment made Bakura blink and blush just as deeply as Ryou had been. Was Ryou teasing him? This attitude…maybe… "Fine," he growled, diving back down to smother him with his lips, "be like that then."

Ryou yelped slightly. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to say something as embarrassing as that. He smiled and blushed faintly, seeing that he had made such a deep red color splash over Karakage-sama's face. These past few days had reassured him. If he simply closed his eyes and wrap his arms around his yami, he could imagine that Karakage-sama really did care. His touches were always gentle. Ever since the first one when he claimed something bad was going to happen to Ryou. Ryou saw the change in himself. It was a bit frightening and even strangely painful on his part. The more he was touched and the closer they became, the more it hurt.

Bakura closed his eyes contently and ran his hands along the smooth, pale skin. Ryou was such an idiot. So stupid…so naïve and innocent… He slowly unbuttoned the boy's shirt, his eyes drinking in the sight of the slightly flushed pale skin. He sighed inwardly. He could feel his heart very slowly thawing as time passed. He had been very doubtful about the results of his rash decision about "saving" Ryou, but seeing him with such a positive attitude now was finally starting to ease his worries. He was sure he couldn't drop his guard though. Especially with this Malik character around now.

As Ryou softly whimpered under his yami's touch, Bakura's thoughts began to wander. He already knew what kind of danger he was simply walking himself into. He was stupid. He could see that his past was just waiting to ensnare him again and get him caught in another cycle of lies, tears, and pain. But then, there was always that painful love… It never lasts in the end, as much as he could want it to…

Ridiculous thoughts. Something about this time…just how they were now… Bakura could feel his old, nearly-forgotten emotions flood back to him. His concern, the worry, guilt… Even after all the horrible things he had done to his light, Ryou could still bravely say that he loved him. He remembered that time…the only time he had ever let Ryou see him cry. Why did this have to come back now?

Soft cries filled the room. Bakura's eyes were still shut softly. He didn't seem to notice that those cries were beginning to sound more and more raspy and pain-filled. He was still ever-so careful; touching Ryou softly and his lips just barely brushing his skin. Why is it so…

Ryou bit down on his lip. It hurt… It hurt so much… So unbearable… Such pain… He couldn't take it. His lip began to bleed. He panted louder and tightened his hold on his yami. Why does it hurt so much…? Very, very slowly, a trickle of blood ran from Ryou's slowly paling lips. Blood mixed with his sweat, Ryou squeezed his eyes shut and gasped for air. No use…it was only getting worse… What's happening to me?

Bakura softly kissed Ryou's stomach, oddly hesitating to go any further down yet. His eyes were closed and all he could hear was Ryou's soft cries and gasps. So loud…

Why is it so…

Ryou gasped again for more air. "A-ah…"

Why does it come back to me now?

"I-itai… Ka…"

Can it possibly be…

More blood trickled from the boy's mouth, eyes half open. "Please…"

...that I might…

"Ka…Ka…ka…"

...can I accept my present? My future even?

Ryou was beginning to lose feeling in his sweaty palms. His vision was blurring; everything was spinning in circles. It hurts so much…

Can I possibly even admit to myself…

Black…black… Everything was growing black… Dark… The pain…

...that maybe… just maybe…

"Ple…please… i-itai…itai!" Too much… can't see…

...Ryou is…

"…stop…"

Kawatori…

Total darkness… Nothing is in sight anymore. No more pleasure, no more blood, no more beautiful brown eyes… Ka…ra…kage…sama…

Bakura sensed something disturbing. His connection with Ryou was suddenly cut. It was so sudden… He pushed himself up and opened his eyes. Ryou's limp arms slipped off of his shoulders easily. His eyes widened in sickening realization at the sight before him. "Oh…my…gods…"

Ryou, still half-undressed, lay limply on the couch, his eyes still half open as blood trickled from a single corner of his mouth. He seemed to be smiling mockingly at him. "Karakage-sama…! Karakage-sama…!" Voices danced in his head. Sickening… Crimson blood… those empty eyes… So pale… Deathly white skin… A half smile adorning his face…

"Ry…ou…" Bakura's eyes grew wide, his breath stopped in his throat, his heart skipping a beat. "Ry…ou… Ry… RYOU!"

Delirious screaming rang though the rooms.

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A/N: o.o… what an evil cliffie… ^^'' Please don't hate me! It's just part of the story, I guess o_o… So… what're my choices here… >_>… kill him and make it a sad, unfinished, pathetic story or add some weird plot in it and see how it turns out…

n_n hopefully everyone will agree with me on the second one. I'm really, really, really, really sorry about what a long time it took for me to post again! I'm sure that many people have become impatient and/or annoyed and sent me several nasty emails (which I have just now discovered after several weeks of weak attempts at guessing what my answer was to get my password n n) that I completely deserve.

*bow bow bow bow bow bow bow bow bow bow bow bow* T.T I really apologize for: long wait/cliffie/any other stupid thing I've done. Though I did try to make this chapter longer than the others to make up for it, but it's only a feeble page and a half to two pages longer e_e;;

For those of you who have added me to AIM, next time you see me slacking off over there, go yell at me and demand that I get back to work o_o; Believe it or not it works rather well. (SN: aUTuMnxSoNg )

I should have more time to work on this story now (and my unfortunate Gravi fic is dying out there n nV which will be updated…sometime…x_x soon). There's just so many things I wanted to write but I need to stay focused on one… @_@;; thanks for listening to me ramble and you have no idea how much I appreciate that you have come this far reading my story. @_@ I can see a statue of you rising up into the sky right now! (*Random person throws a shoe at her* Stop ranting!)

x_x; ah yes… I apologize. Again… Please review… T.T thank you… doumo arigatou gozaimasu *forehead on the ground bow*