Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Reasons to Come Back to Me ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Two Reasons to Come Back to Me

Summary: Ryou falls into a deep depression after Bakura leaves. But there's no way for anyone to get a hold of Bakura when Ryou needs him the most. Will Bakura be able to come back in time?

Requirements: Boy-loves-boy tolerance and maybe some tissue paper if you're prone to be emotional

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone..I have a feeling I never will but one can hope that maybe, eventually, I can say 'Ha, I own insert name here'. But for now...nothing ...so don't sue, it's not worth it

Authoress Note: This is the sequel to "The Reason"...I originally called it, Change of Heart, but I came up with a different title when I came up with a better idea nods

Chapter One

Ryou stood at his window and watched Bakura ride away on his motorcycle. "You've shown me a side of you I didn't know. Kura, I think you do have your priorities straight. I just hope that you realize it soon and come back home to me." Ryou whispered to the wind and then changed the mode of communication. /Love you. And yes, I will marry you when you come back/

Somewhere a smile emerged in acknowledgement to that comment

The rain poured down outside of the window. It was raining cats and dogs now. Over the past few weeks, it had rained here and there but never like this before. This would be complete suicide to go out in it. If you didn't catch pnemonia, you were incredibly lucky.

Ryou wished that he could go out there. He wished that he could go out in the rain and play around but if Yami caught him doing so, he would get a lecture. Ryou hated Yami's lectures. Every since that day, exactly one hundred days ago, when Bakura left, Yami had been over here every day. He also found something that Ryou was doing wrong for him to yell at Ryou for. It wasn't fair!

Ryou just wished that Bakura was here. Why in the name of the seven seas, couldn't he just come back now? Surely he had figured out whatever he had gone to find by now. It couldn't have been that bad. Bakura was never that cruel to him, well maybe in the beginning but that was ages ago. He had become tolerant, kind even. So why was it taking him so long to come back? Didn't he want to come back to Ryou? Didn't he?

Ryou sniffled and reached up with an arm to wipe away his tears. He didn't want Yami to come in here while he was crying either. That was much worse than the lectures. Yami was so understanding, knew exactly what to do to try and make Ryou feel better. It actually made Ryou feel worse. Yami thought that it was his obligation to come here every day and make sure that Ryou was okay. Yami acted like there was nothing he wanted more than to be here, taking care of Ryou. But Ryou knew better, Bakura had told Yami to make sure that Ryou didn't do anything stupid. Yami really would prefer being at home, with Yugi. But instead he had to be here with Ryou to make sure that he didn't hurt himself.

Sort of the way it was with his parents.

Ryou shook his head at that thought and continued to look out of the window. He wondered where Bakura was right now. If it was raining there too. If Bakura wished that Ryou was there so that they could cuddle together like they always did through every storm to keep warm and watch the rain together. Ryou wondered if Bakura had thought of him at all during the time that he had been away.

Except for the time that he got around to sending him a parcel.

Every week, exactly like clockwork, a parcel was delivered to the house. Ryou would sign for it and then go and put it in Bakura's room with the rest of Bakura's stuff. He didn't want to open them. He just knew that there was a letter in one of them that told him that he had decided against his offer to marry Ryou. He just knew that somewhere there was a letter that said that he had found some hot girl that he was sleeping with now and that he wasn't coming back.

Ryou never wanted to see that letter.

So Ryou just didn't open the parcels. Just like he didn't open the letters from him mother, even though he knew that there were checks in them. If Ryou didn't open it, than he could pretend that nothing was wrong. Ryou could act like nothing had ever happened, will never happen. Because if he doesn't open them, then he doesn't know if anything did.

It was a perfect plan. He could pretend forever and ever that Bakura was just lost. That Bakura had just got sidetracked in his quest to get back to Ryou. When thirty years passed, he could still be lying to himself about that. Hell, maybe by then he would even believe it. Fifteen years had got by since his mother left and he almost believed that she would come back for him. That was proof that he could convince himself of anything. Right?

Ryou shivered as a draft made its way through the small crack in the window. Ryou reached up and closed the window, but it was too late, the room was already freezing cold. Ryou got up, out of his seat and exited the room, heading to Bakura's room.

He opened the door and looked around at the boxes that were laid out on the floor. There were twelve unopened boxes that littered the floor and one opened one that laid on the bed. Ryou made his way over to that one box and pulled out the gift that had been inside of it. A hand-crafted blanket with Bakura's picture on it.

Ryou adored the blanket. Bakura's image was carefully stitched onto it. Bakura was even pictured underneath a moon and his hair was flying in the wind. At the bottom was a simple kanji symbol, the symbol 'Ai' which meant love. Bakura had probably paid a lot of money for this blanket and it said so much to Ryou. That was why Ryou loved it so much.

Even though the first gift had been so perfect, Ryou hadn't dared to touch any of the other ones. He didn't want to find that letter. He couldn't find that letter.

With that, Ryou turned around and left the room. He went back to the window and wrapped the blanket around himself as he curled up on the window still. The view was beautiful. He could see everything from here. The only better view in the whole was on the balcony that was connected to Bakura's room.

Ryou figured that if he sat here until Bakura got here than he would see Bakura coming down the road and he would know exactly when his love came back to him.

Then he would know that that letter wasn't in any of the parcels and together, Bakura and him would open every single parcel together and Ryou would be able to experience all of the joy with Bakura at his side.

Ryou saw a car pull into his driveway and knew, from experience, that it was Yami's. Ryou sighed but didn't move away from the window. He knew that it would just be worse if he tried to appear to be doing something else.

He heard the door open and Yami call upstairs. Then he heard Yami walk up the stairs and head to Ryou's room. Ryou wondered if he could make it under the bed before Yami come make it into the room.

Before Ryou could find out, Yami opened the door and looked at Ryou.

A frown greeted Ryou today and he knew what was coming. Yami went over to the window and closed the drapes. "Come on Ryou, don't look out at the rain all day. It's depressing. You have something else you can do. I know you do."

Ryou nodded and sighed and stood up. Yami looked at the blanket and saw the picture of Bakura.

"What's that?"

"A present." Ryou said quickly, pulling the blanket closer to him.

"Well-" Yami didn't know what to say and he hesitated. "Why don't you leave it here for a while and we'll go downstairs and cook. I'm sure you're hungry. You don't look like you've eaten since I left yesterday and all we had then was a couple of cookies. Come on, I'll make pasta. That's your favourite, right?"

Ryou shook his head violently. "I don't want to leave the blanket here."

"Well you can't wear it while you're in the kitchen." Yami pointed out in a soft voice.

"I don't want to eat!" Ryou exclaimed and ran to Bakura's room, closing and locking the door behind him. He pushed the empty box off the bed and curled up on it. He ignored the sound of Yami knocking on the door and cried.

Why couldn't Yami just leave him alone?

 

Bakura walked down the street. This was supposed to be the best place to find presents for someone back home in all of France and yet he still hadn't found anything that caught his eyes. Store after store had left him empty handed, and not because he did not have enough money to get anything for his Ryou.

There was just nothing anywhere that reminded him of Ryou. That's what he tried to send back to Ryou, little things that reminded Bakura of him. Not some big fluffy bear that people say will make Ryou feel better that Bakura left him at home while he came here alone. He wasn't trying to pity Ryou for being left back home. He was just trying to send his lover a present. I mean if you went uptown and brought him back a present, you wouldn't bring it back because you pitied him for having had to stay at home for a fifteen minutes.

Bakura walked into another little store and was amazed at the amount of snowglobes in this ones. They were everywhere! There was no place that Bakura could look where there weren't any. Bakura headed over a shelf and saw ones that had petals that fell down instead of snowflakes. He grabbed one that had a picture of a wolf inside of it and held it up. Was this good enough for Ryou? Was this something that reminded him of Ryou? Or was this just something that caught his eyes?

Bakura sighed, putting it back down. He didn't want to send Ryou something that just caught his eyes. He wanted to send something significant so that Ryou knew that Bakura was spending his time think of him. Bakura growled, this is was just so difficult to do. It was like there was nothing in all of Paris that reminded him of Ryou.

Bakura continued to look around the snowglobes though, he was drawn to them unexpectedly. Prehaps this is where he would find something that reminded him of Ryou. There was always a chance.

And then Bakura found it!

A small snowglobe that maybe only five centimeters in diameter at the bottom and the globe itself only being about seven. It was small and innocent looking, almost out of place next to all of the huge snowglobes that it had been placed by. Almost like the way his light looked when he was surrounded by his friends, excluding Yugi of course.

However it wasn't just the size that made Bakura know that it was just perfect for Ryou. It was the fact that in the middle of it was a small model of a small figure, it was too small to tell the gender, wrapped up in a blanket. There was writing on the globe itself that said 'Come back to me' so it was obvious that the figure was looking for someone. When Bakura shook it, it found that small water droplets rushed to the bottom of the globe, almost as if it were crying. Bakura nodded, this was exactly what he wanted.

He went to the counter, paid for it and then headed back to his hotel room. He wanted to write a small letter to Ryou, like he did with every note and then he'd hide it somewhere in the boxes that he made for the presents. They all had a secret compartment in them and all of them contained a small, personal note from Bakura to explain the present and to tell Ryou how much he missed him. That way Ryou could spend some time looking for the note instead of waiting at the window for Bakura. It wasn't healthy for Ryou to spend all of his time waiting for Bakura.

How much Bakura always missed Ryou.

But Bakura still wasn't done his soul searching. There was something missing in his life and he didn't know what it was but it was tearing a hole in his heart and he wanted to find out what it was. As soon as he did, he could go back to Ryou and they could be together again and Bakura would never have to do this again.

Bakura made his way to the hotel, snuck in so that the girl that worked at the front desk wouldn't see him and squeal over what he was holding in his hand. Most likely she would think that it was for him and Bakura would have to wrestle with her, and possibly break the globe, in order to keep her from getting it. The last thing that Bakura wanted was some girl to get a present that he finally found for Ryou. Ryou was the only one that he would ever give a present to that was this thought out. The rest of his friends would get, at the most, the first thing he found when he walked in a store that he figured they would sort of enjoy.

Getting to his room, Bakura slipped in and locked the door. He quickly checked his room for any signs that anyone had been in it, something that he did out of nervous habit rather than necessity. From his ancient Egypt times he learned that staying in some place that anyone could get into was a bad idea and should be checked every time you go in and out. Those kinds of things you never forget.

Bakura grabbed a piece of paper from the pad in his backpack and a pen. He tapped the pen on the paper a couple of times while he tried to figure out exactly what he was going to say. Obvious he knew the basis of what he was going to say but there was so much to think about. How much did he want to say? How personal did he want to make it? He also had to make sure that he said it in a way that wouldn't get Ryou offended when he heard about exactly why Bakura had bought the snowglobe for him.

That on it's own was going to be hard to do. He knew how sensitive Ryou was and how bad he would take it if he found out that Bakura had bought this because it reminded Bakura of someone waiting for Bakura endlessly. Which was what he knew Ryou would be doing. In fact, the only happy points of his life were the parcel recieving. He didn't like to think of Ryou like that but it was the simple truth and there was no other way around it.

He knew that it was true though. He had phoned Yami a couple of times on his journey and had talked to him about Ryou almost the entire time. Yami was really worried about the boy and he spent most of his time over at Ryou's, trying to make sure that Ryou didn't send himself into a major depressive state because Bakura wasn't there.

Yami also spent some of those phone calls lecturing Bakura on leaving. However those usually only lasted for a minute until Yami changed the subject to what Ryou had been doing lately. Both Yami and Bakura knew that there was nothing Yami would say that would bring him back any sooner. Bakura was out here to find out who he was and he would come back as soon as that was completed, not any sooner.

Bakura looked down at the blank piece of paper and pushed it away in disgust. He wasn't one to usually be at a loss of words but obviously today was different. Bakura shook his head and grabbed the phone. Maybe Yami would be able to give him some ideas.

Dailing the Motou's phone number, Bakura listened to it ring. On the fourth ring someone picked up.

"Moshi Moshi. Motou no otaku desu." Hello, this is the Motou residence.

"Hello. Is Yami there?" Bakura asked, hoping that he was.

"Bakura?" Someone questioned from the other end of the line. It was impossible to figure out which one of the Motous have when you're on the phone. They all sound the same.

"Yes."

"Hey! It's Yugi. Are you coming home any time soon?" The excited voice continued and Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Not that I know of." Bakura tried to sound as patient as he could but the annoyance he felt was dripping into his voice. "Is Yami there or not?"

"No. He went over to Ryou's a couple of hours ago. He hasn't come back yet so I'm assuming that either things are going really bad over there or really well." Yugi replied.

Bakura nodded and then realized that Yugi couldn't see that. "Yeah. Thanks a lot Yugi. Tell Yami that I phoned and said hi. I'll phone him back sometime this week."

"Why don't you phone him at your house?"

"I don't want to interrupt whatever Ryou and him are doing. Good bye." Bakura hung up quickly and checked his watch. It was almost one o'clock. If he left right now he wouldn't have to pay for another day in this hotel.

Bakura grabbed the piece of paper and scribbled a quick note, knowing what he wanted to say. Bakura smiled, put it in the compartment in the box and put the small snowglobe in it. He wrapped it up with newspaper and frowned as he realized that there was still room in the box for something else.

Bakura looked around him for something he could put in the box and couldn't find anything. Bakura sighed and reached for his pocket. Maybe there was something in there. Bakura pulled out one of the knives that he had collected from different places he stopped and shrugged. Maybe he should put this in there.

Bakura did and quickly closed the box. Sure there was nothing about the knife in the note but Ryou would figure out what to do with it without an explaination.

Grabbing his backpack, Bakura left the room and went down the stairs to pay for the nights he had spent in this hotel. He would mail the parcel on his way out of the town. Hopefully it would get to Ryou on time. Maybe the guy sending it would know.

TBC

A/N: Alright R&R please. Happy, you're-doing-everything-right reviews will be smiled at (and will make me happy!), constructive critism with be taken to heart (and probably used) and flames will be laughed at.