Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ The Suicide ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!!

Diane: *glares at AR*...

AR: *sighs* What's wrong now?

Diane: Why Ryou?! Why not...Malik or Seto?!

AR: Ryou's PERFECT for this, I can't help it if I'm killing your favorite character, Diane!!

Diane: That's another reason why I'm annoyed at you!! You have this, weird obsession with death and killing people!!!

AR: *rolls eyes* Look at my name, for God's sake, of course I'm interested in death!! And it's just coincidence that Yugi died in "Where Do Angels Go When They Die?" and Ryou's going to die in this fic.

Diane: *glares again* ur a sadistic little hikari....

AR: *halo shining over her head* ^_^ Who me?

~!@#$%^&*)(_+~!@#$%^&*)(_+

~ Bakura's POV ~

It's all gone.

What is it, you might ask? My life, my reason for living, and most importantly......my hikari.

Yes, Ryou's gone. Gone forever. He died a couple months ago, right when I realized that...I....have feelings for him.

~ Flashback ~

Ryou opened the door to his poorly kept house and dropped his bookbag by the door. He slid his jacket off, leaving him only in a white T-shirt and jeans. He conciously rubbed a black and blue bruise that was on his left arm, then walked into the kitchen.

So far, it looked like his yami wasn't home yet. Whatever he did in the daytime was a mystery to Ryou, but he had the feeling that he didn't want to know. But knowing Bakura, he was probably terrorizing the neighbors and laughing at them insanely. He smiled bitterly, then grabbed a bar of chocolate and sat down in front of the TV, flipping through random channels until he found something that was a little bit interesting to watch.

The chocolate helped soothe some of the thoughts that he had about the albino tomb robber. He was the one that gave him that bruise on his arm, along with every other injury that covered his body. Underneath the T-shirt he wore, there was a long, thin scar where Bakura had viciously slashed him the night before. There were a couple other various scars, a light pink against his pale white skin.

He froze when he heard the door slam shut. Damn it, he was home. He fought down a small wave of panic and tried to remain calm as his terrifying yami entered, glancing at his hikari before going directly to his room and slammed the shut. Ryou sighed with relief, then bit off a big chunk of chocolate and let it melt in his mouth. At least he hadn't done anything bad.

Meanwhile, Bakura was mulling over the thoughts in his head that had popped into his head when he had walked by his other half. Some of them sounded like this.

'I wonder if I should join him, in case he's lonely and cold. And I wouldn't mind stealing that chocolate bar...from his mouth.'

He jerked himself out of those thoughts and mentally slapped himself. 'I shouldn't think like that. He's my weak pitiful little hikari who can't defend himself from my nightly ritual. Although I sometimes feel a twinge of sorrow when I see him just lying there on the floor, coughing up blood sometimes. Maybe I should help him.....No! Helping others is just a sign of weakness, and I always have to be strong!'

~ End Flashback ~

Heh...how wrong I was then. I might of taken that foolish notion in my head too far one night. I might of harmed my beloved Ryou too much. I might of driven him to the edge to do what he did.

So you see, it might be my fault that my only love is dead.

~ Flashback ~

Pale trembling hands quickly to skim through the medicine cabinet. He had to find those pills before he came back.

He paused, then hacked up his blood hoarsely. When he was done, he wiped the sweat mingled with blood from his forehead, then went back to searching for that certain bottle.

Ryou was tired, tired of getting beaten up everyday, tired of the questions his friends asked him about any bruises that showed, tired of coming home to the same treatment everyday. He was just tired of this life, and what made it miserable for him. Bakura.

Tonight was the last straw. Bakura had gone too far. He had pulled out his favorite knife and brutally thrust it into Ryou's body, an insanely mad look in his eyes. He was lucky that he had missed any vital organs and the blade didn't cut deep, or else his poor hikari would of been dead long ago.

After listening to Ryou shriek loudly for a few minutes, he began to suck and lick the blood around the wound, savoring the taste of the scarlet liquid like candy. Ryou whimpered like a frightened animal. Bakura was too close to his body, and feeling of someone's tongue was a new experience for him. He tried to break free of his firm grip, but the blood loss was making him weak.

'By Ra he tastes good!' Bakura thought, licking his reddened lips clean as the blood flow slowed down and thinned. Ryou had a pained expression on his face, weakly looking down at the blood stains on his ragged and torn shirt. His head was spinning from what had just happened, and the room for some reason wasn't staying still. He felt the floor leave his floors, and darkness claimed him once more.

"Pitiful," the ancient tomb robber sneered, staring at the limp body that laid so gracefully on the worn carpet. After a minute, he picked him up and carried him bridal style over to his bedroom and gently placed him on his bed.

'So peaceful when he sleeps...it's almost cute actually. Sratch that, he IS cute when he sleeps.' He smirked a little, then placed a light kiss on his light's forehead. He then decided that he needed some fresh air to get the coppery scent of blood out of himself and left, inhaling the night air deeply. Maybe he could go and buy something to drink, the taste of Ryou's vital fluids still lingered in his mouth and he wanted to wash it out.

Meanwhile, Ryou awoke to a dull pain that throbbed throughout his body, and he dared not move, in case Bakura was standing over him, waiting to hurt him again. When he was sure that his yami wasn't around, he got up, his legs shaking slightly. He limped over to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, searching for the bottle that he had purchased a long time ago. He should of used it sooner.

He finally found it hidden among the asprin bottles, which he grabbed also. He needed those also in case the other medication didn't work.

Then he hobbled over to the kitchen, where he immediately grabbed a bottle that was in the refrigerator. Heh, his dad should of put it someplace safer than there.

With shaky hands he looked at the first bottle that he had picked up. The label read "Warning: overdosage of iron pills may cause iron poisoning, or even death. Do not take with alchoholic beverages or other medications, as they may mix badly with this medication."

"Good," Ryou whispered, pouring out a handful of the tiny round pills onto the kitchen table. Immediately he began crushing them with a spoon until they were a fine powder, then carefully scooped it into a glass. He did the same procedure with the Tylenol pills, then swept the powdered pills into the same glass as the iron pill powder. Finally, he reached out for a bottle of the wine that had been in the refrigerator for some time and poured it into the glass, watching the dark liquid mix with the powdered medication. He mixed it a little with his finger, then raised his glass up in the air, his hand shaking so hard that he was afraid the glass might drop and smash.

"Here's to you, Bakura. I congragulate you, you've finally accomplished something that you always wanted. Me out of your life," he said bitterly. Ryou took his first sip of the odd concoction, and continued speaking, tears streaking his face.

"I thought that if I put up with it long enough, you would stop, you would get bored. But the thing is, you only got even more fascinated with my screams, my crying, my begging. You kept on going harder and harder, pushing every single button. Well, tonight's the night when you've pushed the final one. Cheers..."

He gulped down the burning drink, then bursted into tears. "I should hate you for what you've done, never forgive you until my dying day. But the truth is, I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me over the past years. You've been forgiven long ago. And then, I started to fall for you, you and your damn gorgeous body. But the love was mingled with pain, pain that you would never love me. I'm only your toy, someone to have fun with by beating me when you've had a lousy day. I kept secretly hoping that you would have a change of heart and admit you love me, and that we could have a relationship. But you never did."

Ryou drank the last bit of his mixture and then limped back up to his bedroom to lie on his bed. He just had to wait for the medicine to kick in, and then all of his pain would be gone.

As the minutes passed, his breathing grew light and shallow, and his eyes were fluttering open and close. He curled up into a ball and slowly let the drowsiness wash over his body. He yawned, and laid there with the last few moments of his life left.

"So this is why I die, my dear Bakura. Because of what you have shown me. We can never be together, because you don't share the same feelings that I...do..." Ryou whispered with his last breath. He sighed, and never took another breath of air. His body grew slack and limp, and blood no longer pulse through his body.

It was quite some time before Bakura returned home, the smell of beer in his breath. He wasn't exactly drunk, but he wasn't sober either. But either way, he had finally decided that it was time for his Ryou to know that he did care about him. Even if Ryou hated him for all of the beatings, at least he would know how deeply sorry he was.

"Ryou?" he called out. There was no answer. Well, maybe he was still asleep. He started walking to his bedroom, but froze once he saw what was on the table. A half-empty bottle of iron pills, a half-empty bottle of asprin, and a wine bottle. He inspected the table closer, his heart sinking into his stomach. There was a faint powdery substance on the table, and an empty glass that smelled like the wine. Oh Ra, please no...

"Ryou?" He called out again. Still nothing. He quickly walked over to the stairs, but the feeling of urgency made him run up them taking the stairs two or three at a time. He reached the top, and ran down the hall to Ryou's bedroom. He kicked the door open, even though it was already unlocked. He bit his lip when he saw Ryou lying there with his back to the door.

"Oh gods no, please don't let him be...gone yet."

He hesitantly took a step towards the bed, then another, then another, until he was at the side of Ryou's bed. He cleared his throat, then reached out to turn his hikari over.

"Ryou, are you there? If you are, wake up...please."

His skin was so cold and pale, paler than usual. There was barely any touch of color left, except white of course. And his skin felt like ice cubes to his sensitive fingertips.

"Please Ryou, d-don't be dead. I-I need to talk to you..."

He gently opened his mouth and cautiously sniffed his breath. The scent of wine invaded his senses, and he felt something wet run down his cheek. Blinking to try to prevent the tears from conimg down, he wiped away the one that managed to escape.

"...You shouldn't of done it, you know. You should of waited, or not done it at all. I was planning on telling you something tonight. But I guess..."

His voice started to cracked a little, and he eventually just let the tears fall down onto his lap. He held Ryou's hand and just cried, his heart aching with every tear that fell from his eyes.

'My hikari, now you'll never know...I love you, really I do. Even though I don't show it, I have always cared ever since we first met.'

He stood up and gently placed a tender kiss on his love's cold lifeless lips, then brushed a few strands of the wild hair away from his delicate face. He whispered an Egyptian blessing to him, then slowly went away, the shock and pain numbing his mind.

~ End Flashback ~

So that's what happened, all those months ago. Ever since then, I have cut off all means of social interaction with anyone, except for the occasional trip to the Wine & Spirits Store to buy another bottle of vodka. The cashier there recognizes me when I walk in.

I tried to go visit Ryou's grave a couple of times, really I did. But the memories were to painful, plus a little nagging voice that I have concluded to be my guilty concience. I always argue with it, saying that I'm not the reason why my love's dead. But it always argues back, which is actually a little bit scary.

Many people have come over to try to get me to hang out with them again, and play silly arcade games with them. Yami, Yugi, Joey, Tea, I don't see why. Even among those pitiful weaklings, Ryou and I were outsiders. We only had each other, even if Ryou hated me. Malik and Marik were the closest to bringing me back to the outside world. Took me to a stripping bar and got me into my usual drunken state. But the sight of women erotically taking off their clothes wasn't exactly appealing, especially since I started to imagine Ryou doing something like that. If he was alive and we were together...

It's been a few weeks since anyone has come over. Maybe they have finally accepted that this is how I want to be, for the time being anyway. At least when I'm drunk and pass out, Ryou doesn't haunt my dreams with his soft laughter and big brown doe eyes.

I really wish they would of let me keep the body of my hikari. Then at least I would have something to hold on to when I cry. Cry for my missed window of opportunity to tell him that I loved him.

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Diane: ;_; *sniffles and huggles her Ryou plushie* YOU KILLED RYOU-CHAN, HOW COULD YOU?!?!?!?! HOW COULD KILL AN ADORABLE FACE LIKE THIS?!?!?! *shoves her Ryou plushie in AR's face*

AR: It's all part of the plot, Diane!! And I'm really sorry that Ryou died too, he's 1 of my fave characters!! Aside from Yami and Malik of course...*sighs* They are truly the hottest bishies in YGO

Diane: *cradles her Ryou plushie* Poor Ryou-chan, don't worry, Diane's gonna take good care of you...AND MAKE SURE THAT HER HIKARI PAYS FOR WHAT SHE'S DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *chases AR around w/ mallet*

AR: oO;; Jeez man, and I thought I was a devoted fan!! *narrowly misses a whack* Diane, calm down!!!

Diane: *whack!* Only when the plot improves *whack!* and Bakura and Ryou are somehow *whack!* reunited!!! *whack!*

AR: x_X ooo, lookit all the pretty bishiezz....anyway, review plz, no flames, and next chapter will be up soon!! And much happier, I promise....jeez Diana-chan, u gotta lighten up on the R/B obsession, u'll kill me by the next chapter if bad stuff keeps on happening

Diane: More bad stuff's gonna happen?!*glares* Then I'll have to keep whackin' u, ya know...

AR: *sighs* Oh brother...