Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ The Separation ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh, you idiotic pea-brains!! I don't know how you ever became lawyers, seriously!!

Diane: Venting out anger, are we?

AR: >.< Bad day at school. Let's just say, I don't see why we need to take gym. But I'm really happy since it snowed for the first time this year!! AND we got to go home early!!! Yayness!! *does her happy dance around the room*

Diane: -.-u I don't like snow. Snow isn't nice...

AR: Eh, don't mind her, it's just that she got a faceful of it when I threw a snowball at her last year. *snickers* u should of seen her face, it was priceless!!

Diane: *drags AR outside and then shoves her face in a snow bank* There, how do u like it?

AR: *licks snow off of her face* Snow tastes good...

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

"REAPER I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That was the scream that rang throughout the castle in the early gray hours of dawn. It woke up both of the sleeping albinos, and Bakura looked around, sleepy and confused.

"Who's killing who?"

"Sounded like Grim," Ryou yawned, wincing at the pain in his lower body. He rested his head against Bakura's shoulder, and felt his arm curl around his body. He smiled, the ecstasy of making love to his yami still lingering in his mind.

"Last night was wonderful, Bakura. Can we do it again tonight?"

"Why wait for tonight?" he said smirking, his lips pressed against Ryou's hard. Forcing his tongue into that sweet-tasting mouth, his hand slipped underneath the bright scarlet blanket and sheets. Ryou gasped, then moaned when he felt Bakura's fingers run along his inner thighs and barely brush against his penis.

"Mm, I suppose....we could....do it....right now," he mumbled, earning a heated kiss from his koi. He pulled closer to his warm nude body, moaning into Bakura's mouth as his hand firmly grip and start to stroke his slight arousal.

He was startled when the door was kicked open and Grim was standing there, glaring at her sister as she ran up next to her. Reaper had an uneasy look on her face, but quickly wiped it blank when Grim gave a little cough.

"This," she said carefully, still looking at Reaper with a disdainful expression on her face, "is what I'm gonna kill you for."

Reaper blinked innocently, looking exactly like a girl who had no idea what was going on. "What, for not telling u about their unfinished business?"

Grim scowled heavily at her. "For not telling me that they were gonna have a little...."fun" in here, when u know very well how I feel about homosexuality."

"Hey, do you mind?" Bakura said iritably. "We were in the middle of something."

His statement fell onto deaf ears, as the two girls started to argue loudly. Finally Ryou sighed and wrapped a bathrobe around himself, kissing Bakura briefly.

"I'm going to get changed in my room, I'll be right back."

He carefully walked around the still arguing sisters, and Bakura glared at them. After all, they were the cause as to why his sexy hikari had gone out to get dressed.

"Aw, come on, Grim, they finally solved their unfinished business!! As far as I can see, that means that they can finally have some peace between them, and then that means that they can move on with their lives!!! Or afterlife!!"

"I don't care, they had sex on my sheets!! And I don't like gay guys, so how do you think I feel that two homos have done it on my favorite sheets?!"

"These are yours?" Bakura interrupted, examining it carefully. Grim fixed her glare on him for a minute.

"Yes, those are mine, and my best ones too. You're lucky that I don't go and throw you out right now for leaving...your stuff on there." She gave a little shudder, and Bakura smirked.

"If you do decide to, can you at least give me a few minutes to put on some clothes on? Because I don't think it would be good for me to go out there in the nude."

Grim looked like on the verge of snapping, and Reaper hurriedly shoved her down the hall and shut the door behind them, mouthing for him to dress quickly. Bakura shrugged and pulled on some boxers. He wasn't afraid of Grim, she was just a little girl who just happened to kill people for a living.

Ryou timidly came back into Bakura's room, fully clothed and looking quite different without the fishnet shirt and leather pants. Bakura greeted him with a peck on the lips, then wrapped an arm around his waist.

"So, are they still fighting?" Ryou nodded, and let his head rest against his shoulder.

"Grim sounds really mad. I hope that she isn't going to do anything to us," he murmured.

"Don't worry, the worst they could do is probably send us to hell." Ryou sweatdropped, that wasn't really reassuring.

Someone rapped on the door quickly, and without bothering to wait for someone to open, Reaper came in, a serious expression on her face. She shook her head sadly and cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry guys, it's all my fault that Grim's mad. It's just that, she's not a big fan of gay or lesbian people, and I didn't tell her about your plans. And then this morning I accidentally let it slip, and then she went into her frenzy. I don't think that you should of said those things, Bakura, because now she's even madder than she was before."

"Um, Reaper?" Ryou asked timidly. "Is Grim planning to do anything to us?"

"It's hard to say, when Grim's mad, she might do anything," Reaper admitted, scratching her head. "But for right now, try not to cross pathes with each other, because I'm sure that she's mad enough to kill one of you, or both of you."

"Gee, that's really nice to know," Bakura said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at him and sighed exasperatedly.

"Just don't run into her, alright? Meanwhile, I'll go try to calm her down, and we'll see what happens." She stood taller and walked off down the hall to her sister's room.

So Bakura and Ryou spent an anxious day walking quietly to various parts of the castle, avoiding the end of the hallway where two voices rose and fell in arguement. They kept on going at it until sunset, where Reaper wearily entered the library, where the two were examining the books.

"Well?" Ryou finally asked after a few moments of tense silence. "What's happening?"

She sighed and sank down into a leather armchair. "Would you like the good part or the bad part?"

"Good part," Bakura said, finally managing to find his voice.

"Well, Grim has decided to not kill you both."

"A-And the bad part?" Ryou asked softly. Reaper avoided looking at their chocolate brown eyes and started fiddling with her hair.

"Bakura must go back to the real world, at the first stroke of midnight. His body is still alive, but might not be in a few more days. And also, Ryou cannot go back with you, Bakura, he must have his soul judged and sent to the afterlife," she finally replied. Bakura's fist tightened, and he looked at the clock that stood on top of the mantlepiece.

"It's nine o'clock. So I have to go back in three hours," he said quietly. Ryou gave a quiet whimper and moved closer to his yami, who draped an arm around his shoulders.

"I am forbidden to try and give Ryou life again, and also forbidden to give Bakura an early sudden death so that you can be reunited. If I try, then instantly one of you will be sent to hell," she continued. "Grim made sure that I would not interfere in any way, and there's nothing I can do to change her mind."

"So then...is that it?" He said finally. She looked around carefully, then flicked little bits of glittering black magic to magically make the library soundproof and undetectable.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to a good friend of mine about how to make Grim's plans crumble. If he agrees, then you two will be back together in a week, more or less. I can't stand it when two soulmates are separated, it makes me cry."

"Ironic that someone who kills people so easily can't stand a tragic love story," Bakura muttered into Ryou's ear, who weakly managed to crack a smile. He had other things in mind.

"Who is this friend of yours, Reaper?"

She shook her head, a small look of uneasiness flitting over her face. "He's powerful, extremely powerful. To speak his name out loud makes most angels and demons scared to death. I myself have trouble saying it without shivering. You'll know who he is when he comes, don't worry about that."

"Just don't think about it, and enjoy the last few hours you have together. That's all you can really do, anyway," she finished, claiming back her magic and walking out of the library. The door clicked shut softly behind her, and Bakura heard Ryou sniffle slightly and wipe away a tear from his eyes.

"I don't want to go without you, Bakura, I'm scared," he whispered. Bakura kissed him briefly for a moment, then let Ryou lean against his chest.

"Everything will be fine, Ryou, I believe that Reaper will help us again," he reassured him. But in his mind, even he doubted that the young girl could be able to come through. There was no way that she could pull it off without Grim knowing.

So in those last few hours, they waiting walking hand in hand around the castle and exchanging kisses now and then. The perfect picture of two lovers. When they reached the indoor garden, Bakura clipped off a pink rose and handed it almost shyly to Ryou, who in return gave his yami a bunch of blue forget-me-nots, the flower that means eternal love. (A/n: I think that's what forget-me-nots stand for, I used to have a book that had all of the meanings of different flowers, but then I lost it)

Bakura lightly nuzzled the hollow of Ryou's neck and nipped it, leaving another pink and red mark. He sighed, running his fingers through Ryou's silky white hair absentmindedly.

"It's almost midnight...they'll be coming soon."

Ryou felt a lump rise up in his throat. "Already? How did time pass so fast?"

Footsteps echoed in the stone corridor, and the twin sisters appeared, one looking grim and the other one looking strangely satisfied. Reaper cleared her dry throat, and motioned for them to follow her.

After many twists, turns, and walking through rooms to enter other ones, they finally reached one particular looking hallway. As far as the eye could see, there were doors and doors and doors. Some big, some small, a few gilted, a few just plainly painted, and some that had mysterious markings etched on them, in ancient languages and texts that people had forgotten about over the centuries.

Grim stopped in front of one particular door, one that was painted to look like it was on fire. And in the dim light, you could almost see the flames moving, flickering, ever changing. She opened it slowly, revealing that it only lead to a swirling darkness.

"This will lead you back to the real world...if you can get through the fog that is," she said solemnly. Reaper checked her watch. One minute before midnight.

"Now's a good time to say any last words until the next time you meet," she spoke quietly.

Bakura leaned in slightly and gave him one more kiss, and tried to make it as passionate and heart-felt as he could. Ryou responded back with just as much emotion, blinking to avoid tears splashing down his face.

When the need for air became great, he gently broke away, and barely whispered into Ryou's ear.

"We'll be together soon, I promise. Aishiteru..."

He nodded his head in the general direction of the two girls, then willingly stepped through the doorway and didn't flinch when the fog engulfed him. Grim shut the door, sighing heavily and then walking away. That left Reaper and a teary-eyed Ryou all alone in that strange corridor.

She pulled out a embroidered handkerchief and offered it to Ryou, who took it and quickly dried his face with it.

"Um, thanks," he said awkwardly, and she smiled.

"It's nothing. I guess that this is nothing compared to what I'm going to try to do for you two."

She lead the way back to the familiar parts of the castle in silence, and Ryou just stared curiously at the back of her head. She was such a strange girl to figure out, she was so sweet and cheerful, but she was also a killer, who didn't care who she took out. She was heavily veiled in mystery and wonder.

"You know something? You're too nice to have a job killing people," he suddenly said, and she just laughed.

"I suppose I am, but I'm not the best person in the world. I'm just trying to do what I can for you and Bakura, that's all. It's nothing special, really."

"Well, I really appreciate it anyway," he said. "So thank you."

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"Damn fog is too thick," Bakura growled, squinting to see where he was going. It didn't help that it was making his clothes damp either, or that he kept on tripping over things that were on the ground. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what they were.

So he was wet, slightly sore, and very irritated. He was starting to think that Grim sent him through the wrong door just to torture him.

He started cursing her in every language he knew, when the fog started rolling back and thin. It got lighter and lighter, until it was a thin residue that was a pearly white. He stopped mid-curse and squinted slightly. There was something up ahead.

Bakura started running towards it, almost getting blinded when a bright light was shone into his eyes. He felt himself falling down, and let out a strangled yell.

"Hey, Bakura, are you alright?" He heard someone say, someone that sounded very familiar. He groaned, and raised an arm to block out the bright light.

"Ugh, go away, I need some rest," he muttered.

"More rest?! You've been sleeping for the past four days, maybe more!!"

Bakura lazily opened his eyes, only to stare up into sharp lavender ones. He knew only one person who had those kind of eyes.

"...Malik? What are you doing here?"

The blonde frowned at him. "Waiting for you to wake up from your sleeping marathon."

He was sitting cross-legged on a chair he had pulled up next to the couch, his arms folded across his chest. The Millennium Rod was hanging from his belt loop as always, and Bakura sat up stiffly.

"Was I sleeping? Because that was too realistic to be dream," he muttered, closing his eyes. Flashbacks of the past few days passed through his mind, especially Ryou kissing him. He noticed that he was clutching something in his right hand, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was a few blue forget-me-nots, slightly drooping but alive.

"Ryou..."

He barely noticed that Malik was speaking to him, and was glad when he left. Carefully he placed them in a glass of water, put them on the coffee table, and brushed his lips over the soft petals.

"I promised you that I would come back soon, I won't break my word to you," he breathed. "I love you too much to do so."

Meanwhile, Ryou was forlornly rubbing a petal of the pink rose between his finger, the velvety feeling making him think of the way Bakura would stroke him.

"Come soon, Bakura...aishiteru."

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AR: oO;; This is one of the few times I have had to run away from Diane *zooms away from her angry yami*

Diane: Get back here!! u must pay for making Ryou-chan cry!!! *attempts to whack AR w/ frying pan*

AR: *avoids whacking* Like I said before, Diane, LIGHTEN UP ON THAT R/B OBSESSION U HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Diane: *finally tackles AR and starts beating the bloody pulp out of her* ONLY WHEN U PROMISE TO STOP DOING SUICIDAL DEATHES AND BREAKING UP COUPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AR: x_X ooooowww....er, review pleaz....I'll update when I recover from the many injuries I have from Diana-chan...she does mean well, I think.....