Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 22 ( Chapter 22 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

|~*DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the property of Kazuki Takahashi. It does not belong to
Rhapsody Moonschild and/or Tat Claire Kokoro.*~|

---

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (by Rhapsody)

Yami's POV

Sometimes I think you don't know someone until you've seen their true tears.

This was the thought I had as I let him cry, felt the wetness of it soak into the
shoulder of my shirt. My mind is slightly fogged with this most recent revelation; I
stare out at the trees around us without really seeing them.

He didn't know. He didn't realize... he'd made it all up to comfort himself. To give
himself a reason to be who he is, to simply give himself a reason for being.

This saddens me. I press him a little closer to me, lacing my fingers through the dirty-
blonde strands of his hair, feeling his body wrack with a small sob.

I have brought his world down, his entire fantasy of fabrication. I'm sorry, but then
again I'm not. He would have to learn sometime; better it be from someone who loved him
than from, say, the tomb-robber.

Someone who loved him. My eyes spark as I realize what I've just thought to
myself. My unguarded thoughts have betrayed my true mind...

I guess I do love him.

The wetness on my shoulder begins to echo itself all over my body and I blink out of my
revelry to find that it is raining. A cool water droplet hits my nose. I breathe deeply
of the damp air, no longer heavy with the anticipation of rain, but broken with its fall.
It's a nice feeling. The staccato sound of water on the rooftops increases quickly--the
rain is falling harder.

Marik lifts his head a little and seems to sigh. I look down at him as he sets his head
on my shoulder again and hugs me close to him for a second. Then he lets me go and steps
back a little.

My mind takes a mental photograph of his appearance: water droplets are streaming
through his hair, down his face, making it difficult to see the tear tracks remaining
on his tanned cheeks. Those amethyst eyes make me start to look into them, filled with
his sorrow and laced with love. The emotions are sharp and clearly visible. The water
has soaked his plain black tank top, the brown leather jeans, fitting them both more
closely to his body. (...Sexy...) There is something new about his bearing now,
something... more mature, perhaps. He's standing a bit taller and less angrily now.

"Thank you," he says quietly, and turns to walk away. I don't know why, but then I
realize-he believes that I couldn't accept him now, in this broken form, so unlike the
Marik of the day we watched lint together.

I reach out and catch his hand. He turns his head to see why. It must show in my eyes
what I feel (I can feel moisture at the corners of them, and it's not the rain) because
slowly a smile breaks over his face and he turns and almost leaps back into my arms.

And there we stood, the two boys learning how to love, embracing in the rain.