Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Yami Virus ❯ Last Chance ( Chapter 44 )

RYOU X BAKURA LEMON IN THIS CHAPPIE!!!!!!!!!!

I don't own Evanescence's "Last Breath". This and next chappie are partly song chappies and both use Evanescence.

Moshi Moshi Neko: Who are your other favorites? I probably know them. And, as tradition states, you get various Bakura and Ryou plushies for being a new reviewer! *throws Ryou and Bakura plushies at you*

yami no miko: I have plans for Bakura…evil plans

Seto lover and Bakurasgirl worshipper: *hands Aten plushies* There you go, now you can cuddle him in the privacy of your own home.

Lady Elfskye: More rollercoasters ahead.

artimus: I do plan one Yami x Bakura ncs later…not sure when it will happen, though

Shadow of Light: Yami's gonna control Bakura after he goes through all this.

Terra: mmm..lemon

Marik Ishtar77: Well, Ryou needed to put his foot down with her. She can't go blasting energy balls at anyone she wants to.

KittyRyou: I'm glad you like my kids. OC's are good if they're done well. I'm never giving up writing. It's been part of me since I was a kid. *kisses Ryou for you*

Kura Magician Girl: They have a little bit before they find a cure.

Valea: *Squish* Aten and Robbie need these moments together. Aria and Umi had a nice moment of their own.

Last Chance

Yami grinned down at his prey. He could sense his victim's fear, even though Bakura would never admit that he was afraid.

The pharaoh smiled and watched as Bakura's body quivered. Was it fear? Anger? He didn't know.

But, he enjoyed watching his victim, helplessly kneeling in front of him.

"Bakura, did you think that you could have escaped me?"

Bakura narrowed his eyes. "I escaped you before, didn't I?"

Yami put his hand on Bakura's head, gripping the hair firmly and tugging. "Yes, you did escape me. I don't know how you did it, but you can't escape me forever."

Bakura growled. "I will defy you until I take my dying breath, Yami! I will not let you haunt my dreams!"

Yami reached out his hand and took a dagger from one of the guards. The pharaoh took the point of the dagger and pressed it against Bakura's throat.

"Would you die for him, Bakura?"

"For who?"

Bakura looked over and saw Ryou laying on the bed, his ankles and his wrists bound to the bedposts.

"Ryou!"

Ryou's breathing was quick. His skin was red and flushed as if he had a fever.

The guards gripped onto Bakura harder, digging their fingernails into Bakura's skin. The thief stopped struggling against the guards.

"Would you die for Ryou, Bakura?"

"What's wrong with Ryou?"

Yami grinned. "I ask the questions here," Yami said slicing the air in front of Bakura's chest. "Now, would you die for Ryou? Give your life to save your hikari's life?"

Bakura turned and saw his husband breathing quicker. A scream of pain tore through the air of the pharaoh's chambers.

Bakura growled and pulled back his elbows. He pulled his arms free and reached up and grabbed the throat of the other guard. Bakura twisted angrily and threw the body at Yami, knocking the pharaoh down.

The Tomb Robber ran to his husband in the bed, choosing Ryou over his own safety.

"Ryou? Where does it hurt?"

Ryou turned his sweat-covered face to Bakura. "My heart….my chest….it burns, yami."

Yami threw the body off of him and stood up. "You cannot save your hikari through Shadow Magic, Bakura. To prevent the spread of this infection….this disease….you must sacrifice yourself."

Bakura stood up. "But this is a Yami Virus! Only yamis are affected!"

"True….but, isn't Ryou a part of you? Ryou may catch this…he may not."

Bakura looked down at his hikari. "I cannot let Ryou die."

Yami threw Bakura the dagger. "Then go ahead, Itemri….sacrifice yourself. Are you willing to die to keep your other half safe from harm?"

"I would do anything to save the life of my husband."

Yami laughed. "You? Do something so noble as to give your life for someone you love? You aren't capable of such compassion."

Bakura looked down at the dagger. "You know, Yami, there is very little difference between you and I."

Yami chuckled. "You and I are nothing alike! How dare you even think that I am your equal!"

"I may have been a thief, Yami, but I stole my food to survive. I watched what you did to the poor of Cairo. I saw children begging and crying in the streets for anything to eat. I watched twelve year old girls fucking old men for a piece of bread. Where is the justice, Yami? I gave what I could spare to those children…not because I was rich or important. I was a human being looking after another person's welfare. That is what makes me more human than you ever were or will ever be."

Yami narrowed his eyes. "You were a thief…a murderer….a rapist."

"Osahar Al'Assir was worse than myself, Yami. Do you remember him? You had him publicly beheaded. He murdered sleeping children in their beds. Why did he do it? Because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed seeing them suffer. Why did you see fit to keep the poor disease-ridden and hungry? Because you enjoyed it."

Yami narrowed his eyes. "Lies!"

Bakura grabbed the dagger and advanced on Yami. "I robbed and murdered for what I needed to survive. I stole my daily bread. I murdered so I could keep a roof over my head for one night. You and Osahar, you murdered because you could! That is what separates you and I. If you would have seen what I had seen, you would have cried, Yami."

Yami walked to the window, peering out of it and down onto the city of Cairo. "I find it hard to believe, Bakura, that you would shed tears at someone else's pain."

Bakura gripped the handle of the dagger. "I'm not as heartless as you think I am. I'm more than what I had become from five thousand years of imprisonment in my Item."

Yami turned to the thief. "I do not think you are heartless. I think that you are cruel."

"Not half as cruel as you, pharaoh."

Yami grinned. "I was Ra on Earth. What were you? A criminal."

Ryou gave a sob from the bed. "Yami…it hurts."

Bakura ran to Ryou. "Ryou, your chest hurts?"

Ryou nodded. "Yes…gods, make it stop!"

The thief turned to Yami. "Take that dagger and sacrifice yourself for him, Bakura."

Bakura looked at the dagger. "Take that dagger and destroy yourself. It's the only way to save your Light."

"Bakura Osiris Itemri….."

The Tomb Robber turned around and saw Rhea standing on the other side of the bed.

"Rhea…..what are you doing here?"

The woman kneeled down beside her bound son. Her cool hand rested on her son's cheek. She looked up at Bakura with large brown eyes.

"Bakura, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for my child?"

Bakura's bottom lip trembled. "Rhea…..why are you here?"

Rhea sat by Ryou and placed her hand on his chest. "Will you die for my son?"

Yami put a hand on Bakura's shoulder. "Are you willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for your other half?"

Rhea brushed back her smooth, white hair. "Only you can save him, Bakura. I have always entrusted you with my son's care and his protection. Will you give your life for him just as I have given my life for him?"

Bakura looked at the blade. "Rhea, I have always loved your son. I would suffer a million yami deaths for him."

Rhea stood up. "Do it, Bakura."

Bakura took the blade and pointed it to his heart. "I love you, Ryou."

Bakura took the blade and plunged it into his heart. Searing pain spread through him. The yami fell to his knees by Ryou's bedside. He looked up and saw Yami grinning over him.

"It's not enough, Tomb Robber."

Bakura clenched his eyes and twisted the blade within his chest. "Ryou…"

The yami closed his eyes and everything had disappeared. Bakura looked around at the emptiness around him. His chest was no longer pierced by a dagger. The wound had healed itself.

Only Rhea stood before him.

"Rhea, you know that I would do anything for your son. Why make that snake of a pharaoh involved?"

The woman folded her hands. "Because I know that Yami is your greatest fear. And I know that Ryou is your greatest love. Loving someone is a gift. Giving your life for someone you love is the utmost exhibition of true love."

Bakura ran up to her and took her by the arms. "Rhea, how do I cure the Yami Virus? Does it have a cure?"

Rhea looked down. "I cannot tell you this, Bakura."

Bakura gripped Rhea firmly. "My survival and Marik's survival depends on it, Rhea! I cannot be a father to your granddaughter if I die….again!"

Rhea looked up at the angry yami. "I cannot say."

Bakura growled. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die, Ra-Damn-it! I want to live! Why me? Why must I die? Tell me how to cure this!"

The woman took a deep breath. "Why are you afraid of death? You have already suffered mortal death."

"Yami death is much more painful, Rhea. I am afraid of another death. I must be judged…again. And I worry."

The woman stepped back. "Are you worried because of the way in which you treated my son?"

Bakura lowered his head. "Yes."

The woman turned away from Bakura. "I cannot help you during your judgment. But, you have also made my son happier than I have ever known him. He has the family he always wanted. He has a daughter from you….his precious gem. He has a son from Marik…his pleasure…and his pain."

Bakura sighed. Bakura took Rhea's hand and kissed it. "I love your son, Rhea. I love your son with every fiber of my being."

Rhea smiled. "I know you love my son, Bakura. From our first meeting I could tell how much my son means to you."

Bakura pressed her hand to his chest. "Without your son, I am not whole."

Rhea stepped back. "Then go be with my son. Go, Bakura. Go."

*********************End of Dream*********

Bakura opened his eyes and saw Aten sitting beside him. Bakura rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong, Aten?"

Aten put a hand on Bakura's forehead. "Mommy told me to see how you were…f-f-feeling. It's time for dinner."

Bakura yawned. "Okay." Bakura stood up out of bed resulting in a chorus of cracking bones.

"Your bat no sound too good, Daddy Bakura."

"I'll be fine, Aten. Let's go, son."

Aten ran in front of Bakura and ran down the hallway, his smooth white and blond hair flying behind him.

"Where's your sister?"

"Town-tairs."

Bakura followed the chibi down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Marik stood up and went to him. "Itemri, are you feeling okay?"

The yami pat the blond on the shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to have something to eat."

Bakura sat down on a kitchen table and heard his hip snap.

Someone knocked on the door. Malik ran and opened it.

"Hello, Doctor Zira."

Bakura shot Ryou a glare. "I thought I said I didn't need a doctor."

"Yami, I only want him to do a quick study on you."

Dr. Zira stepped into the kitchen and saw Aten eating some asparagus.

"Hello, Dotor Siwa," Aten said as he stopped shoveling the vegetable into his mouth hungrily.

Zira smiled and looked down at Bakura. "You're looking pale. Let's go into the living room where we can do this."

Ryou and Marik followed Bakura and Zira into the living room. With each step, Bakura's bones cracked and snapped.

"Maybe I slept wrong," Bakura said before anyone could comment.

"Yeah, and I'm the President of the United States. Open up, Bakura," Zira said taking out his light and his tongue suppressor.

Zira narrowed his eyes. "What the hell? The back of your throat is black, Bakura!"

Bakura shrugged. "That doesn't mean anything."

Zira took some tweezers and reached back into Bakura's throat. He grabbed something and tugged, making the yami gasp in pain. Zira extracted the tweezers from Bakura's mouth and looked at the piece of flesh on the tweezers.

Marik looked closely at the object in the tweezers. "Oh sweet Isis, Itemri!"

Ryou looked at the specimen closely. "Good gods, what is that?"

Zira removed his magnifying glass from his bag and looked at it. "It looks like….rotten flesh."

"It looks like the skin on one of those mummies in the Domino Museum, Bakura," Marik added.

Ryou touched part of the specimen. It had a sandy texture.

Zira removed what he needed for a throat culture on Bakura. "Open wide."

"No taking skin from my throat this time! That hurt!"

"Don't be such an infant, Bakura," Marik chided. "Open up."

Bakura opened his mouth and Zira dipped the throat culture swab down Bakura's throat.

When he pulled it out, it was covered in dust! Zira, Ryou, and Marik looked at the swab in surprise.

"I've never seen this happen before. Then again, Bakura, you're not like any of my other patients."

Ryou turned to Zira. "Can you do something for him, doctor?"

Zira shook his head. "No. I can't. Bakura, it appears that the inside of your body is disintegrating."

Bakura sat back on the couch. "That is why I've been having a hard time breathing."

"And that would explain your snapping hip," Marik said as Zira packed up his things.

"Where are you going?"

Zira grabbed his medical bag. "Ryou, there is nothing I can do for him."

Ryou grabbed onto Marik's hand. "You can't do anything?"

Zira shook his head. "No, Ryou. I can't."

Ryou squeezed Marik's hand. "I see."

"I'm sorry, Bakura. Sorry, Ryou."

Ryou watched Zira leave and turned to Bakura sadly. Marik shifted his eyes between the couple. "Umm…I better go help Malik in the kitchen."

Marik disappeared and Bakura stood up. A loud snap from his back made Ryou bite his lip.

Ryou walked up to Bakura. "Yami, are you sure you want to make love tonight?"

Bakura cupped Ryou's cheek in his hands. "I do, my Angel of Light."

Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura, careful not to snap any of the fragile bones.

Bakura and Ryou ate dinner. Bakura complained that his stomach was upset, so Ryou made him some chicken broth. It would be easy for his decaying system to digest. After dinner, Bakura played with Aria outside for a while until she had to go for her bath.

Then Ryou and Bakura sat out on the back lawn and watched the sun set. Neither of them said a word. They sat on the steps holding hands, watching the sky turn many colors and shades of reds and purples.

Bakura tucked Aria into bed when it was time. He kissed her forehead and brushed her white spiky hair behind her ears. "I love you, my beautiful daughter."

Aria smiled. "I love you, too, daddy. I hope you feel better tomorrow. I really do."

"I know I will, angel. Sleep well."

Bakura walked to Aten's room and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight, Aten. Have sweet dreams."

Aten's eyes widened. "I don't want my grandfather coming for me again."

Bakura removed the Millennium Ring from his neck. It was becoming too burdensome for him to wear. "Take my Millennium Ring, Aten. Hold it tightly when you have a nightmare. It will drain you of your fears."

Aten smiled and gripped the Item. "Thant you, Daddy Bakura."

"Go to sleep, our little boy. We love you, Aten."

The boy kissed Bakura on the cheek. "Sleep tight."

Bakura tucked the child in bed and went downstairs. "Where's Ryou?"

Malik and Marik were digging into their wallets. "He's upstairs."

"Where are you two running off to?"

Malik shrugged. "Ryou and you need some time alone. We're going out to the movies and to the club down the street."

"Are you guys sure?"

Marik nodded. "I'm sure you'd want to spend time with your Light, Bakura."

The two yamis exchanged worried glances.

"Okay. Thank you."

Malik kissed Bakura on the cheek. "We'll be back late, so don't bother waiting up for us."

Marik kissed Bakura on the other cheek. "Yeah, we're going to go to the movies, go to the club, maybe cause some mischief."

Bakura kissed the Ishtars on the cheek. "So, where is Ryou?"

Malik winked at him. "Upstairs in your bedroom."

Marik and Malik left.

Bakura walked up the stairs and into his bedroom, where his hikari was waiting for him.

Bakura closed the door behind him and slowly removed his clothing. He checked himself self-consciously, fearing there would be parts of his physical body that were also decaying.

Ryou watched him, knowing he was overly self-conscious about his appearance.

Ryou had a few unscented candles burning by his bedside. He was afraid that Bakura would have a harder time breathing if anything was scented.

Bakura slipped into bed beside his hikari. He pressed himself against Ryou's back and wrapped his arm around Ryou's side, bringing his lover close to him.

Ryou turned around and faced Bakura. Ryou reached out and brought his yami close to his chest.

Bakura's POV

I feel the darkness around me,
I feel the storm push me down,

Resting beside my hikari's chest, I can hear his heartbeat. Even though my eyes are open, the darkness is starting to creep into the air around me.

I know this is going to be it.

This may be…..

This may be the last time that I am with my husband.

The last time….that we make love.

Something, I fear, is holding me down.

Ryou and Aria are the reasons why I fight this illness.

I'm losing the battle.

I feel the fire start to burn,
I am a slave to all above me,

Ra holds my destiny in his hands. Only he can determine if I am to live…or to die. Holding Ryou against me, I can feel my body burn as pieces inside me die…disintegrate.

Will I crumble?

Will I be nothing more than what I saw at the Cairo Museum?

What will become of me?

I see you there looking down on me,
what should i say...with my last breath

I looked up at my hikari. His eyes were wide as he looked at me. His eyes no longer grazed the surface of my being. Now, they burrowed into my mind.

Through our mindlink, I could feel him reliving all that we had faced together.

Our first time…..I took him on his living room floor…I left him crying and shaking.

Our first kiss….long and slow.

The first time we made love was so slow and gentle. I never knew love could be gentle…life on the streets in Ancient Egypt and in Yami's dungeon taught me different.

Then…Aria was born. I held my little daughter in my hands…a new life.

From that day, my life was truly complete.

I looked into his eyes.

What do I say to him?

What words can express what I feel for him?

I don't want to hurt for anymore pain
Let me breathe

"Yami?"

"Yes, Ryou?"

Ryou nuzzled his cheek into my hair. "I love you."

A smile crept across my face slowly. "I love you, too, baby."

I felt a burning sensation in my chest and all I became aware of was Ryou clutching onto me tightly.

Osiris, please have mercy on me.

I can't run,

Nothing can make me run away from this. I cannot run. This impacts more than just myself. My child will hear, but not understand….she will not understand why her daddy is dead.

I can't find my way,

Ryou and I laid there for the longest time. Neither of us moved. I think Ryou needed to hold me. He needed to know I was there.

It's been a long time since I went into the Underworld.

Marik and I went into the Underworld to get the kids and Malik back eight years ago.

I wonder if the god Anubis will lead me through to my Final Judgment.

I don't know where to find a cure. Egypt didn't help. Isis didn't help.

Who will help me now?

calm the storm,

I looked up at Ryou and looked into the brown pools of sparkling chocolate.

I leaned up and possessed Ryou's lips.

We always made each other feel better when we kissed like this…slowly, our tongues rubbing against each other.

Our fingers locked together, drawing energy and warmth from each other's presence.

Ryou gave me comfort. He always has given me comfort…and I know I have done the same for him.

I kissed down his neck, suckling on his tender white skin. Tiny sighs came from him as I licked the front of his neck, my tongue tracing the contours of his mortal frame.

I kissed down Ryou's chest, tracing Ryou's collarbone with sweet, gentle kisses.

My hands raised and brushed against his chest. I crawled on top of him and settled myself on him.

This sickness must have taken a ton of weight off of me! I'm on top of Ryou and I hardly press him into the mattress at all.

I don't want to be too scared to believe.

Let me breathe

I kissed down to Ryou's right nipple and rolled my tongue around my hikari's tiny, protruding bud.

He opened himself wider to me and he rocked his body against me.

Nobody could do this to me but Ryou. Nobody could affect me like him.

Ryou brushed his body against me, enticing me with his rhythmic motions of his naked flesh.

I could feel Ryou's body pressing against me. His arousal pressed between us, his twin mounds at the base of his length rubbing against my own.

How could I think of my impending demise when I had Ryou here beside me?

Ryou raised his hips and my arousal dipped slightly, brushing across his exposed entrance.

I lifted my head and looked into my hikari's sparkling eyes. I raised my hand and brushed his cheek tenderly.

"What did I do to deserve you, my angel?"

Ryou wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me close to him.

"I don't want this to end, yami."

Deeper and deeper, the scares are pulling me

Ryou, if there was one thing I always wanted, is to make love to you all night long. It was to lay you down and take you to paradise.

To hold your perfect body in my arms would be paradise.

It would be heaven.

"Ryou, you are my heaven. Nothing is going to take me away from you. Not even death can destroy the love that I have for you.

I took my hand and pressed it to his chest.

"My love is for you is eternal. My devotion to you is everlasting."

Ryou smiled. "Together forever, my yami."

Let me breathe
My last breath

My head rested on Ryou's chest as another flood of fire tore through me. I went limp on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me against him.

Osiris……please…..help me.

I'll reach out for you,
the wounds and blood won't cover me

Ryou's POV

I rubbed my hand around his back, calming him from his shaking. My poor dark angel.

There's nothing I can do for him. Damn it, I hate feeling helpless!

For now, all I can do is hold him.

Help me up, Help me heal,
I won't give up,

"I won't let this stop me from making love to you," my yami struggled to say. Nothing is going to stop me."

Yugi had said that he tried to deny Yami and he became violent. Bakura knows better now.

Bakura would never intentionally hurt me.

I laid on the mattress and went limp, preparing myself mind, body, and soul for what my yami had planned.

don't let me fall.
I won't deny.
the slave to your deeds,
A human in need...a girl..a sinner...

I looked up at my yami. "Make love to me, Bakura. I am yours. Whatever you wish for me to do, I will do it without hesitation."

Bakura looked down at me and smiled. He kissed my body slowly, taking care to gently kiss every inch of skin from my collarbone down to my belly button.

It took what felt like an eternity for him to reach my stomach. He kissed me slowly.

Knowing why he was taking his time was not easy.

I reached over to my side of the table and grabbed a bottle of scented oil. I put the bottle into his hand.

"Whatever you wish, Bakura."

Bakura took the bottle from me and opened it. The bottle's mouth oozed with the thin rose-scented liquid.

I closed my eyes and sighed as my yami swallowed my arousal. He drew on my arousal and took a deep breath, inhaling deeply through his nose.

He pulled back and licked up my length, adoring it with tiny, gentle kisses. I could feel one of his coated fingers circle around my entrance.

My hips squirmed, trying to bring him into my depths….

Please, Bakura….I need you.

I need to feel you inside me……before you leave me.

"Please, my angel."

My yami swallowed me again and slipped his finger slowly into my body. I could feel by body expand with his touch. I could sense my body struggling to admit him.

I clenched the sheets tightly, ridiculous old fears running through my head….fears of what Bakura had once done to me….and what my father had done.

"Ryou, are you okay, love?"

I bit my lip and pushed my fears to the side. I couldn't give into what I was feeling.

"Yes, yami. I'm okay."

Bakura slipped another finger into me, drawing both in and out of my body. Deeper and deeper he buried them into me. Waves of pleasure spread through me as he made contact with my prostate. Even my yami began to moan around my length as I shared my pleasure through our mindlink.

I had to let him know how wonderful he was making me feel.

I rocked back against my yami's digits, until a drop of sweat slipped down my forehead.

Whatever my yami wanted to do…

Whatever my yami needed…

He was free to take.

My arousal was now painfully hard. I didn't know how much more I could take from him.

"Bakura, I need you. Please, baby, I need you so badly!"

Bakura pulled back and rested beside me. He gave me the oil and I let some of the liquid spill onto my hand. I wrapped my hand around my yami's erection and stroked him.

We kissed again, deeply and passionately as I touched him. His hardness glided in my grip from the oil.

When I had finished coating him, he crawled on top of me.

"Ryou, let me know if I'm hurting you."

I nodded. "I always let you know that, yami."

Bakura positioned himself at my entrance and guided himself into my warm body. My yami slipped into my prepared passage and buried himself into me with a contented sigh.

My body trembled with him inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him against me and holding him motionless.

"Ryou….," Bakura looked down at me with the saddest eyes that I have ever seen.

"Bakura?"

He raised his hand and brushed his fingertips against my cheek. "My angel."

Bakura kissed my scar on my chest from my heart operation. He rested his head against me and he started moving inside of me.

Something wasn't right.

"Bakura? Baby, something is wrong. What is it?"

"I've…I haven't felt like this in a long time."

He looked down at me.

"What is it that you want?"

Bakura bit his lip. "I….I don't know if it's because I've missed you so badly or what, but….I'm sorry if I'm a little more rough than usual, Ryou."

Oh, good gods….

Well, Yugi did say that Yami became desperate towards the end.

I was willing to give my yami what he needed. And if he needed to pound me into the kitchen below us, then that's what he needed.

"Bakura, I want you to take what you need. Just promise me one thing."

Bakura nodded. "What is it, tenshi?"

"That if I ask you to stop, you will."

Bakura nodded. "Okay. I promise."

Bakura slowly moved in and out of me, his body trembling. I could tell he was holding back.

I went limp as my yami's motions became more desperate. The bed began to creak with my yami's thrusts.

"I love you, Ryou," Bakura cried with tears streaming down his face.

My body began convulsing with his desperate motions. I moved against him, the bed now screaming below us from our frantic lovemaking.

I reached up and stroked Bakura's hot face as he pounded harder, moaning and grunting.

"Come for me, baby. That's my Akutenshi."

Bakura slammed into me, crashing against my prostate. He fell onto me and buried his face into my chest.

He bit down on my chest and let out a scream.

I held Bakura against me as I felt his warm liquid fill me inside.

I hadn't come yet…..

I wanted Bakura to take what he needed.

inthe darkness I reach for you, I can't see, come save me....
I am lost, I am weak, I am broken, but I am yours.

Bakura's POV

I fell on my hikari and screamed my release into his body.

He's so warm.

He's so beautiful.

Why do I have to leave him?

Osiris…..why must I leave my salvation, my angel, behind?

My scream became weeping.

Weak.

I always get weak when I'm sick.

I clutched onto Ryou tightly. "I never want to let you go, koibito. I don't want to let you go."

Why can't I be saved?

Ryou wrapped his arms around me. He's not stupid. He knows exactly what I am feeling now.

Helpless. Hurt. Defeated.

If only I could find my way through this.

With the thoughts of Ryou by my side, how could I ever be lonely?

Memories of Ryou will help me face the inevitable.

I finally rolled off of Ryou and Ryou took himself in his hands. He stroked himself until he came, his seed covering his grip.

Ryou rolled over and hugged me tightly.

We held each other for the rest of the night. Neither of us said a word.

Sometimes, there are no words.

Sometimes, words are unnecessary.

The more we speak, the more we are distracted.

Our quiet embrace said more to each other than words ever could.

God save me, save me, save me, save me, save me,

Osiris, give me strength for what is to come.

saveme, save me, save me, save me,

Osiris, forgive me for my crimes.

save me, save me, save me, save me, save me,

Osiris, I pray for my soul.

letme breathe my last breath

Take me now……Osiris.

I am ready.

********************************

Ryou woke up the next morning. Bakura was laying on his back, his arms crossed over his chest, his fists clenched.

"Bakura? Do you want to watch the sunrise?"

Bakura opened one eye slowly. "Yes. One more sunrise."

Ryou stood up and opened the curtains to their window. He slipped back into bed beside Bakura.

Ryou blinked and rested his head on Bakura's chest. His eyes widened.

Bakura's heart was barely beating.

"Yami?"

Bakura's head turned to Ryou, his brown eyes fading into white.

"Yami, what's wrong?"

"Ryou…….don't worry about me."

Ryou shook his head. "Yami, don't talk like that. You aren't going to die. You can't."

Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand and squeezed it as pain shot through his head.

Tears fell from Bakura's eyes as he blocked the mindlink connecting him to his hikari.

"I…I don't want you to feel the pain of yami death, Ryou."

Ryou bit his lip. "Bakura…..please say….that you love me."

Bakura lifted his hand weakly. "I love you, Ryou Bakura-Itemri. And I beg for your forgiveness…I throw myself at your mercy. I deeply regret what I have done to you, Ryou. I regret hurting you."

Ryou shook his head. "Yami, you have always had my forgiveness. I know you regret it."

"That is my only regret, Ryou. I regret that I have taken something so valuable from you too soon…..too rough….too violently."

Ryou brushed away a tear. "Let's not talk about regrets, baby. I don't want to hear about regrets."

Bakura dropped his hand and rested his head against the pillow chanting in Egyptian.

"Bakura?"

Bakura continued to chant.

Ryou stood up and ran to Marik and Malik's bedroom. The yami and hikari couple were twisted in the sheets and around each other.

"Malik? Marik? Something is wrong with Bakura."

Marik grumbled as he stood up. He staggered naked into Bakura's room where the yami was laying on his back, his arms crossed over his chest.

Malik followed with Ryou close behind.

"Itemri?" Marik asked.

Marik listened to Bakura's chant. "Sweet Isis."

Ryou turned to him. "What is he saying?"

"He's saying: 'Homage to you, king of kings, lord of lords, ruler of rulers,

who has taken the Two Lands from the womb of Nut; he rules the lands of Igert. His limbs are silver; his head is lapis lazuli; the crown of his head is turquoise.' It's a hymn to Osiris, the god of the Underworld and Ruler of the Dead."

Ryou's bottom lip trembled. "Dear gods, no."

Marik wrapped his arms around Ryou from behind. "Itemri doesn't have much time left, Ryou. You should call everyone to come."

Ryou walked to Bakura's side of the bed where the chanting continued quietly. He leaned down and kissed Bakura's head.

Malik hugged Ryou as Ryou passed him. "I'll wake the children."

Ryou walked down the stairs slowly and picked up the phone. He called Tristan and Yugi.

With a trembling lip he dialed Seto's phone number.

[Seto Kaiba.]

"Seto?" Ryou's voice cracked.

[Ryou? What's wrong?]

Ryou's eyes clenched shut and he let out a choked sob into his hand.

[Ryou, tell me what's wrong! Are you okay?]

"Seto, please come over to my home."

[Is anyone hurt?]

Ryou's bottom lip trembled and his eyes seeped tears. "My husband…Bakura is dying."

Updates: Monday

Note: Okay, I know I'm going to be killed for this cliffie. so, *hands out various implements of destruction*