Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Reasons to Come Back to Me ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Two Reasons to Come Back to Me

 

For summary, disclaimer and all that other nice stuff, please go see the previous chapters. Thanks!

 

Btw..if there are any spelling/grammer errors, it's my fault! I don't have my spell checker installed right now and so I just went through it myself and I think I got most of it but I'm probably lying to myself...so if you see anything that really bothers you, please tell me. My one hand likes to type faster than the other so I get all kinds of typos all the time....

 

Oh and as always R&R ..thanks....

 

Chapter Three

 

"Ryou, no!" Ryou could hear Yami call after him but he didn't slow down at all. He was so tired of Yami's help. Who gave him the right to come in this house every day and try to cheer him up? Ryou didn't need to be cheered up! The only thing that Yami had done for him now was assure him that Bakura was never going to come back. Bakura was gone for good and he was going to be exactly like Ryou's mother. Just send something once a month and hope that Ryou forgot the fact that he hadn't been back to see him in years.

 

Ryou felt the pounding of the rain on his head as he ran into the backyard. It hurt a little bit but Ryou welcomed the pain. It distracted him from the pain he held inside of himself and he continued to run.

 

Water blinded Ryou's vision and he couldn't tell if it was the rain or his tears. He didn't even know if he was crying at all. Why did everyone have to act like this around him. Why did everyone have to leave him? Why did Bakura ask him to marry him when he came back? Why couldn't he just admit that he wasn't going to come back? It would make it easier for Ryou because then he didn't have to hold onto the piece of hope that he had now that said that maybe, just maybe, Bakura wasn't the same as his mom. But he was, wasn't he?

 

Yami probably knew that Bakura wasn't ever going to be come back. Yami knew the entire time and just felt sorry for him because of it. It made senese. Why else would he come to convince Ryou that Bakura was such a good person? Everyone knew that Bakura and Yami only tolerated each other because of Yugi and Ryou. They probably had hated each other from the first second that they laid eyes on each other back in Ancient Egypt.

 

Ryou slipped on the wet grass and fell down. He felt a rush of pain shoot his up spine and he closed his eyes, relishing in its feeling. He only wished that Bakura could feel the pain too so that he could have a small sample of what he had done to Ryou.

 

Suddenly Ryou was hit with an image of Bakura riding his bike onto a beach.

 

Ryou shook his head, willing the picture away. Water dripped off his face and this time he knew that some of them were his own tears.

 

While he was here, hurting because Bakura had left him, Bakura was out on some beach probably meeting girls and having such a great time. Ryou sat up and buried his head in his hands. How could Bakura be so unaware that Ryou was hurting? How could Bakura actually have no inclination that Ryou's heart was breaking? After all they had been through, how could Bakura have no idea how much he was hurting?

 

Simply, Ryou's traitorous inner voice replied, he never really loved you.

 

Ryou tried to ignore the voice in his head but he knew that it was probably right.

 

Did anyone love him? His mother didn't. Bakura didn't. Could anyone love him? What was wrong with him that no one could bear to love him?

 

Ryou was completely soaked now and he knew that it wasn't good for him. He was already starting to get sick and this wasn't going to help at all but he couldn't bear to go back inside and listen to Yami telling him that the book didn't mean anything. 'Besides,' he could imagine Yami saying, 'how could Bakura knew that your mother gave that to your father right before she left? He probably saw it and figured that it would remind you of him while he was gone.'

 

It didn't matter whether or not Bakura actually knew that this was the gift his mother had given to his father, it was an omen. An omen telling Ryou that Bakura was never going to come back. That Bakura was gone forever.

 

Ryou got up and started to run again. He didn't want to anywhere near this house. He didn't want Yami to find him and convince him to come back inside. He didn't want Malik or Marik to see him on one of their surprise visits to the house to make him go out shopping or something to try and make him feel better. He didn't want anyone to ever find him again. Maybe if they all thought that he was missing someone would tell Bakura to come back.

 

And if Bakura really loved him, he would and then he would find him.

 

If not, well then Ryou would just make sure he was never found again.

 

Ryou felt himself start to slip again and he hit his head this time. A darkness slipped over him and he found himself reaching out to it. After all, Bakura is darkness.

 

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Bakura drove into a new town. He could barely see five feet in front of him due to the intensity of the night around him and he sighed. It looked like he was going to have no choice but to stop at a hotel and get a room for the night. He didn't want to stop yet because he had hoped to make it farther than this so that he could phone Ryou. One of the men at the last town had told him that there were no phones up in this town. It seems that it was an impossibly small town that had to call an electrician from the next town to fix their power when it went down and it had gone out the day before. The men from the previous town had told Bakura that he should try to go just through because it would be about three days before they managed to get the power back up.

 

He didn't see how it would affect the phone lines though, weren't they different than the power lines? Bakura shrugged, he had no idea. Mortal problems had never been something that he was interested in and he didn't see why he should start to worry about it now.

 

Bakura located the hotel with ease and walked into the lobby after parking his motorcyle.

 

"I would like a room please." Bakura told the receptionist who seemed genuinely surprised to see someone walking into her hotel. "Do you have any that have a private phone line?"

 

"I'm sorry. A huge tree fell on the lines and there's nothing we can do about the power or phone outage. It doesn't happen often enough for us to get our own electrician or for us to put the lines under the ground. It should be up sometime tomorrow though. The electrician got here earlier than he normally does. It seems to be a slow season for his town so he didn't mind rushing down here." The woman replied. "I have a cell phone though if you would like to use it."

 

"Nah." Bakura refused the offer. He really didn't like cell phones, they did something to his power that he couldn't explain. "I just wanted to phone someone and tell him where I was. I'm sure he won't mind if I don't call him until tomorrow."

 

"All right." She smiled. "I have a free room if you'd still like it."

 

"Yes please."

 

She handed him a sheet of paper and a pen. "Just fill this out and then I'll give you the key."

 

Bakura looked at it and frowned. He hated filling these things out. Oh well, he'd have to deal with it if he didn't want to have to go find another hotel. He quickly rushed through it and then handed the paper back.

 

"All right Mr. Bakura." The receptionist said, reading his name off of the sheet. "You can have room 27. Just try to not do anything that's too loud. We have an older gentleman just down the hall and he tends to get cranky when he is waken up in the middle of the night."

 

"Thank you." Bakura replied, taking the key. "I'll see you tomorrow."

 

The receptionist nodded and then pulled her book off of its place on the desk and started reading it. Bakura shrugged and headed up the stairs to where he figured the rooms were.

 

It wasn't very hard to find room 27, it was the first room on the third floor. Unlocking the door with the key, Bakura threw his bags on the floor next to the door and then headed to the bed, collasping on it, pleased to find that it was comfortable. He noticed that he had his own bathroom and made a note to take a shower before he headed out the next morning. He needed it, he knew that he was starting to smell. It's what happens when you don't shower for a week.

 

Bakura pulled off his clothes, leaving himself clad in only his boxers and slid underneath the covers. He closed his eyes and prepared to drift into a restless sleep.

 

Ten minutes later though, he got up, giving up on that idea. He didn't understand why he couldn't just fall asleep. He had been travelling all day in the fresh air, surely that would be enough to allow him to just fall asleep but it appeared not.

 

Crawling off his bed, he headed over to his bag and grabbed his sketching book again. Sitting down on the floor against the door, Bakura started to draw a picture of his beautiful Ryou sleeping from memory. When he was at home, he constantly snuck into Ryou's room when it was late and he knew that Ryou was sleeping just so he watch him. There was something so alluring about watching Ryou sleeping, knowing that this was the only time in the entire day that Ryou was completely at peace with his surroundings.

 

The first time he had seen Ryou sleeping was also the first time he had admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with the boy.

 

Almost an hour later, Bakura added the final details to his drawing. He had surprised himself that he could remember what Ryou looked like sleeping that well. He had even managed to draw every single wrinkle in the bedcovers and the way his hair always fell after he turned over to face the door. Holding the drawing out in front of him, Bakura frowned. There was something wrong with the Ryou in this picture, it almost looked like he was sick.

 

Bakura shrugged it off. He probably just thought that because he was starting to feel like he was coming down with a bug of sorts. Nothing more than that. He just wanted to incorporate something of himself in the picture so he felt it was more real.

 

Going back to the bed, Bakura crawled in and pulled the covers up to his chin. Looking over the other side of the bed, Bakura could almost imagine that Ryou was sleeping there right now.

 

"Goodnight Ryou. I love you so much you know." Bakura whispered to the empty place in the bed. He moved closer and almost felt like there was someone there even though he knew it was just his imagination. Nonetheless, he snuggled up to it and smiled, feeling sleep taking him over. "Stay strong for me Ryou."

 

"I will." A voice that sounded like Ryou replied. "Just come back to me."

 

He was just imagining it. Bakura knew but he smiled anyways. It made him so happy to think that this could be real that he didn't dare question it.

 

Bakura just closed his eyes and went to sleep.

 

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It was just a dream. Ryou knew that it was. However that didn't help him feel less afraid. He was surrouded by thousands of boxes and Ryou felt tears build in his eyes. This was how long Bakura had been gone. Long enough that even though he was only sending packages once a month, there were this many of him.

 

Shaking his head, Ryou turned and ran. He couldn't look at them anymore. He couldn't take the truth of what he was seeing.

 

Ryou saw a door and he grabbed it, throwing it open and found that he was staring rght at Bakura.

 

"Hello hikari." Bakura said with a smile, holding his arms out to Ryou.

 

Ryou couldn't believe what he was seeing and he leaped forward, jumping into Bakura's arm. Only to find that Bakura suddnely turned into sand that just slipped through Ryou's fingertips.

 

Ryou screamed and moved to run away, only to run right into a glass wall. He looked around and discovered that he was in a hourglass, the sand rushing in on him from the top. Ryou banged on the glass wall and then saw Bakura and Yami outside of the hourglass. He called for them to help him but they just laughed at him.

 

Ryou shot up out of bed. His face was sweating and he felt like he was freezing. He looked around him and wondered how he had gotten back in the house. He was sure that he had fainted outside. Had someone found him and brought him back?

 

Suddenly he felt arm arms around him and he looked around frantically. There wasn't anybody there. Confused, Ryou sunk back down into the mattress and was surprised to find that warm heat again. He looked to the right of him and was almost positive that he saw Bakura there but when he reached out his hand just passed right through his yami.

 

Great, he thought to himself, I'm going crazy.

 

However he moved closer to the illusion his brain was making for him and basked in the feeling of it. He missed Bakura so much that even this was enough to keep him happy.

"Goodnight Ryou. I love you so much you know." A voice said to him and Ryou gasped. It had sounded so much like Bakura but he knew that Bakura wasn't any where near him so how could it be? Ryou closed his eyes tightly and tried to block the voice out but it continued to talk. "Stay strong for me Ryou."

 

"I will." Ryou whispered back, so softly that he barely heard himself. "Just come back to me." He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

 

TBC