Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Love ❯ Silent Love ( One-Shot )

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By: Vehira
[One-Shot] He loved her, but now she was claimed by someone else. The story about a certain psycho spirit and his love for a cat-demon by the name of Kari. rating for some cursing. this is also a short part from a story I'll be writing later on in life. Rated for language

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Supernatural | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.17.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed

Silent Love
 
“Bakura, where're we going?” Kari asked and twitched her dark cat ears and matching cat tail.
“Just over here.” Bakura said with a light blush.
“You're not telling me something.” Kari noticed. Bakura just looked down at her, brown eyes distant. Kari straightened out the accursed blue thing called a “skirt” as something sparked through her.
When Bakura finally thought that he was far enough from the school, he stopped walking, Kari doing the same. Then, in an almost instant, Bakura grabbed Kari's right upper-arm, put his left hand behind her head, pulled her body into him and pushed her head closer. The moment she was close enough, he closed his eyes, took a quick deep breath, and eliminated the distance between their lips.
Kari's blue eyes widened with incredible shock as she dropped her bag. His lips, they were so gentle, warm, loving. Soon enough, she started to respond to Bakura's tender kiss, not noticing her child-hood friend, Yugi (as Yami), leaning against a wall, smirking at the two. Nor did she notice Joey, who followed from curiosity and hid in a trashcan, watch in horror as she kissed one of his closest friends. But, even Bakura didn't notice his other self watching what was going on.

What! Yami Bakura thought. He was having extravagant difficulty processing what was currently happening. The only one he actually felt as if the world stopped turning the moment he saw her, the only one he ever smiled for, the only one he freaking loved was slowly, yet surely, engaging into an even deeper kiss with the blasted human his soul dwelled in!
Then, he couldn't take it.
He fell on his knees with a loud thud.
He lost her. He really lost her.
Nothing had ever been so heart-breaking than this.
The world was turning on him, the light betraying him as he stared in dismay.
He loved her, and now she was too far from his grasp to even think about her loving him back. He felt so,
Lost,
Betrayed,
Brokenhearted,
Sorrow,
Devastated, and
Crushed.
Good lord, he felt as if he was about to go under cardiac arrest! He was regretting letting the emotion called love take its natural place in life. He was trying to forget everything, everything that had happened between him and her.
Then he stood from his pitiful place on the surface of the shadows. With head hung down, teeth and fists clenched, and shadows from stray locks of white hair covering his closed eyes, he said to himself,
“I was such a sentimental fool as to think that I could gain her heart! Ryo's got her reeled into him now, I can sense her feelings towards my host. I thought I found the one thing to fill the bottomless gap in my heart, but now I've lost her!”
Then he thought everything over, never twitching. “Is this what I get? Is this what I deserve? Is this,” he pondered aloud, “my punishment for my sins? Is this the corrupt definition of despair? Is this the effect of love and loss?” Then his head shot up, brown eyes open, narrow, and angry.
“IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT I FREAKINFELL IN LOVE!” he roared into the blackness of the darkness. He wished someone, anyone, would answer. But, something answered instead.
It slid down a smooth, cream-colored surface. It came down as if in slow motion from its brown captive. The warmth soothed the anger of a soul that was, indeed, frustrated and stressed. Then, it rolled upside down, and then making another turning point, wheeled onto cloth.
Yami Bakura only stared at more water starting drip from his eyes in shock. What were these things? How'd they get there? Where'd they all come from? But soon the questions left as a small sniffle was heard throughout the endless darkness.
Then, he dropped to one knee, bringing up his fore arm to cover the quiet liquid raining down his face. Shoulders quaked, body shivered, nose ran, eyes bled water, cheeks burned, and small whimpers, which gradually turned to muffled sobs, came from his throat and escaped from loosening lips.

Throughout the week, Bakura and Kari made sure that they were never too far apart. How much they loved each other, how much they cared, and they fully agreed. It was hard not to see the cat demon's liking towards the white-haired human as they clasped their hands together everywhere they practically went.
But, even though everyone was happy for them, something was amiss. Usually, Yami Bakura would've popped out to do something psycho like toy with Bakura's emotions or go out and just scare everyone, but not since the kiss. Even Bakura was trying to figure it out.
Kari was starting to actually miss the psychopathic spirit; he was so nice to her. It was hard for her to believe that he used to be a ruthless tomb robber some 3,000+ years ago. Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Tea, and Bakura found that incredibly hard to believe, however.

Yami Bakura never moved. He was too pissed off. Too damn fucking pissed. He loved her, and he was so sure she loved him back.

“Bakura…” Kari started a question.
“Hm?” Bakura replied.
“Look, I'm not saying I don't like being with you or anything, but…where's the other you?” Kari asked, cocking her head up and staring with blue eyes.
“I don't know where he is, I can't even feel his presence.” Bakura solemnly said.

“That's because I hate you, you idiot.” Yami Bakura muttered and kicked the air as if he were kicking back a soccer ball to a bunch of kids…which was pretty hard.

That night, while Bakura was brushing his teeth, he heard a long-forgotten voice.
“I'll be borrowing your body for tonight, Ryo Bakura.” Yami Bakura's cold voice came into Ryo's head.
“Why?” Bakura shouted, not wanting the spirit to take control.
“I need to talk with Miss Neko-Youkai.”
“Kari? No! Leave her alone!”
“I won't hurt her, you imbecile.”
“Then what-”
“She'll tell you. Now…SLEEP!” and with the last syllable, Yami Bakura was in control of the brown-eyed body.

Tp-tp. Tp-tp.
Kari's closed eyes twitched.
Tp-tp-tp.
Kari only folded her ears to her head.
Tp-tp-tp…
…
Good, it stopped.
TMP-TMP-TMP-TMP
“Dammit.” Kari muttered and got up, pulled on a black overcoat, and trotted to the door. She opened it and gasped.

“So, what'd you want?” Kari asked as she and her guest walked through the park.
“To talk.” Yami Bakura replied.
“That's it?” Kari asked and didn't wait for the thief's answer. “Where the hell've you been!” she shouted in his face.
“…”
“Don't give me that dot-dot-dot thing!”
“..”
“Or dot-dot!”
“.”
“BAKURA!”
“Heh, it's so amusing the way you get so annoyed easily.” Yami Bakura said with a chuckle. Kari glared.
“So, whazzup?” Kari asked.
“What do you think of me as?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think of me as a friend, or an enemy?”
“Friend, of course!”
“What about Ryo? You love him, right?”
“…”
“Well?”
“Yeah.” Kari said meekly.
“What about me?” Yami Bakura asked and stopped. Kari stopped with him and looked into his eyes. It made her melt of what she saw in them.
Hurt.
“I don't know, Yami. I like you as a really, really good friend,” Kari said, “but I love Ryo.” Yami Bakura looked away and did not continue a stride as he normally would've done.
“Then,” he started to say and turned his gaze back to Kari. He put a hand under her chin and pulled her closer. He kissed her lightly, savoring the sweet softness of her lips. Then he pulled away, dropped his hand and took a step away from the demon.
“Let me remember that kiss. I wanted to know what one felt like, and now I know.” Yami Bakura said and walked in the direction he and Kari were originally going in. His back was turned, and he was stalking away into the darkness.
Kari only stood there shocked, and she felt so guilty. She didn't know why either. Then a sentence from the tomb robber, who wasn't so far to not be in ear-shot, broke her thoughts completely.
“ `Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.' That was said by some British person named Iris Murdoch. And I have to agree.” and with that, he left, into the blackness of night.
“Sometimes when you look back on a situation,
you realize it wasn't all you thought it was.
A beautiful girl walked into your life.
You fell in love. Or did you?
Maybe it was only a childish infatuation,
or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.”
- Henry Bromel