This is much different from my other fics. I felt like writing an angst fic. This has absolutely nothing to do with my other fics and it's totally unrelated. This is more heavier than my parodies, but nothing too graphic as usual. Ryou, dear, please give the warnings.

Ryou: Why such a change?

Bakura: Change is good.

Warnings: Implied rape (nothing described, just alluded to), Shouenen-ai goodness between Ryou/Bakura. IF THESE THINGS DISTRUB YOU, TURN BACK NOW. I DON'T WANT ANY FLAMING FOR THIS BECAUSE I GAVE YOU A WARNING AND IF YOU CAN'T TAKE HEED, THEN IT IS NOT MY FAULT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. I GUESS THIS IS RYOU X BAKURA YAOI,TOO. NO GRAPHIC ACTS DESCRIBED (UNLESS YOU GUYS REVIEW AND TELL ME YOU WANT A LITTLE LEMON FOR GOOD MEASURE)

I do not own Yugioh, Bette Midler's "The Rose".

Warnings: Implied rape (nothing described, just alluded to), Shouenen-ai goodness between Ryou/Bakura. IF THESE THINGS DISTRUB YOU, TURN BACK NOW. I DON'T WANT ANY FLAMING FOR THIS BECAUSE I GAVE YOU A WARNING AND IF YOU CAN'T TAKE HEED, THEN IT IS NOT MY FAULT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

I POSTED IT TWICE SO EVERYBODY CAN SEE THE WARNING……IMPLIED RAPE AND SHOUENEN-AI

CONSENSUAL LEMON IN CHAPPIE 2

The Rose

Bakuras POV

Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed

I remembered that night so vividly. Like a nightmare. I don't know what possessed me. Ryou came home late after school and cautiously entered the house. He knew he was in for the beating of his life and every movement he made, every straining breath, I could tell he was afraid. I never wanted to hurt the boy. I never wanted him to fear me, but I couldn't control myself. I enjoyed the power I had over him. It was overwhelming!

Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need

All I ever wanted to do was to have him love me. After I was done, Ryou cried incessantly after every time. I heard his cries at night. I heard his cries during the day. During my "lessons" he would scream. I don't know how to tell Ryou that I really do care for him. I wish I could acquire his respect, his love. But that can never happen after…..

I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed

Ryou could never love me. Not after all I've done to him. I think I love him. If I love him, when why do I hurt him? I learned early in life that love was painful. It caused me heartache and loneliness. I was never loved. No one could ever love a skinny little brat like myself when I was a kid. It was useless to try searching for love. Love was not kind. Love was a word without emotion..without sincerity…without power. Little did I know Ryou would teach me the lessons I needed to learn about love.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance

I wanted to tell him for so long that I cared for him, but don't you have to care for yourself before you care for others? If I told Ryou that I loved him, he probably would think I was foolish, silly. "I could never love you," he would yell to me! "You forced me to love you!" he would scream at me! "You forced me! You forced me! I have the bruises and shed the blood to prove it!!" he would snarl! No..I could never tell him the truth. He would never ever believe me.

Ryou had been acting strangely lately. He had not been eating and at night, he had stopped sleeping for fear of what I might do to him. He had been neglecting his schoolwork and he has not spoken to his friends.

I went upstairs, feigning frustration, of course, not the real concern I was feeling. I kicked in the door to Ryou's room and found him curled up and sobbing in the corner in his room.

It's the dream afraid of waking

that never takes the chance

I slowly walked up to him and he cringed. I could see all of the pain I have caused him summed up in that moment. He hugged his arms around his body and rocked himself. His arms were covered in the bruises I gave him and I could see a black mark on his hip when I….I can't even say what caused that.

I hated myself more than ever in that moment. The boy cried in painful sobs. I could tell that even rocking himself for comfort caused him pain in unmentionable places. Ryou was beyond upset. I could see his soul…turning black…he was losing himself quickly. He already lost his innocence….no thanks to me.

Ryou didn't deserve this. No one deserves this pain I have caused. My own memories began to flood through my mind when I was back home in Egypt. I crept over beside him and looked at him, tears welling in my eyes for all I've done and for all I've seen.

It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying

that never learns to live

Ryou turned to me slowly as I collapsed to the floor sobbing almost as hard as he was. All of the memories came back to me. All I've done to him. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. All I could do was gasp and sniffle. Ryou watched me for a few moments before he realized I wasn't beating him into a bloody pulp for crying. Ryou took me into his glorious arms, those tender arms. When he did that, I felt confused. Repulsed because of my own guilt for what I put him through. I was afraid of watching him slip away like a shadow into nothingness.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm sorry you never knew what love was. You don't know what a strong emotion it is. You think that love is only for the weak." I gripped onto him as if my life depended on it. I needed this. I needed to hear him say those words. "Love isn't for the weak or the faint of heart," he gasped bringing his lips to my ear. "Love is for the strong, Bakura. Love is what keeps us going when everything else in life fails us."

I cried harder. I couldn't stop. I tried to breathe deeply, but he held onto me in the most secure grip.

"You've were never loved, were you, yami?"

The memories always haunted me…I was in ancient Egypt and I lived in the poorest area of the city. My family was poor and kicked me out of the house so they could eat an extra meal every day. I was loved, Ryou…but not in the way you love me. Everyday I had to contend with murderers, rapists, and the like. I guess that's what I've turned into. It became a way of life for me during my life…and apparently, my afterlife.

My face must have said it all because he began to rock me in his arms rubbing my soft hair. I feel so vulnerable with him near me.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong

We both stood up together to get off the cold ground. Ryou brought me to the bed and we sat down together trying to find the words to rid each other of our pain. "Sorry" didn't seem to be enough to describe what I'm feeling now. To my surprise, Ryou pulled back my hair and kissed my ear sending shivers down my spine. I have never seen this side of him. I guess he figured I was never shown how to love another person...even if it was with another man. I leaned my head into his kiss. Ryou and I had always been rivals, but our common pasts brought us together. Fate works in mysterious ways. I turned my head and kissed him on the lips gently, tears running down both of our faces. My tears were for my sorrow at what I've done; his tears were memories of when I've done this to him, but with much more force, like our last time.

This time I didn't want to hurt him. I brought my hand up to his chin and rubbed his delicate skin. This was magic. It was euphoric! His kiss was deep and full of passion. He brought his hand to my chest and I deepened the kiss rewarding Ryou with a tiny moan. My hands roamed to his shoulders and I gripped them tightly causing Ryou to break the kiss into a scream throwing himself back on the bed. I hurt him again!

"Ryou! I'm sorry!" Ryou held his shoulder and cried. I rolled up the sleeve to reveal a large bruise, purple, black, and yellow on his arm. "Take your shirt off, Ryou," I said as I rushed into the bathroom. With the state I had him in before the scream, he happily obliged. I grabbed some cream and returned gently rubbing the cream on his arm to dull the pain. Once again I was reminded how I held him down the last time so he wouldn't escape. I finished rubbing the cream on him and he relaxed still laying where I left him. I laid beside him and I resumed our kiss. "I'm sorry, Ryou," I cried again. "You must hate me for all I've done. I don't want to hurt you…like I did last time."

"Love is forgiving, Bakura. I forgive you for all the things you've done to me. It isn't easy, but that is what love is."

A weight has been lifted from my chest! Ryou loves me and more importantly, he forgives me.

"Love is for the strong, Bakura. I told you that before. That is why I love you. My love for you is strong enough to live through whatever you do to me."

I kissed him again and I could feel his heart beginning to race. His nails rubbed and caressed my chest. The sight of Ryou without his shirt drove me wild and I soon discarded my own shirt as I deepened the kiss. Ryou began to whimper in my arms as my hands traveled his back. I could feel every pore in his body tingle with excitement and I could feel every mark I placed on him. Not once did he break our kiss and I stroked his back. I let out another moan he traveled his kisses to my chest. I wrapped my arms around his head pulling him closer to me. I needed to feel him…I needed to feel how deep his love was for me…

Ryou entwined his leg with mine and rubbed my leg with his foot. I brought his face up me again and locked him in a kiss again. Both of us were breathless.

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

I woke up the next morning surprised to see myself covered with a blanket. Ryou was fast asleep on me with his arm draped over me asleep. An innocent smile grazed his delicate features. When I looked under the blankets, it was plain to see that whatever happened last night was not so innocent. Ryou's smile was unlike I had ever seen whenever we woke up in this situation. On his face was a mixture of contentment and satisfaction. Maybe I could learn to hold him. I could learn to treat him right. Maybe I could learn to love Ryou, my own little light.

This is the nice rated R version. Many of you wanted it, so I'm giving you the lemon. The missing lemon to this is going to be Chappie #2.