The fall of icarus

Bakurasgirl: WOW! SO MANY REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Bakura: So do I!  Come on, Seto. Dance!
Seto: I am not dancing!
Bakura: Sing, Yami Yugi!
Yami: …..
 
Bakuras baby: Wowwypops for everybody!
Sailor Isis: Yeah, his dad is a bastard. Jessica is bad.  Evil
woman!
Dark Raven: Wel’m g’m glad you reviewed. I hope you like the fic so
far. 
Beholder of the Shadows: Well, I’m glad Bakura has a lot to say about my
fics.  Ain’t he a sweetie?
Stupid Kid 4 and blah: Jessica and Ryou’s dad are stupid.  They may get
even more stupider.
Wingdings: Get Jessica for me, too.
Gin-Ryuchan:  I want to say that I personally loved your review.  I
thought it was great.  The fact he doesn’t agree with his son is one thing,
to hire a prostitute to change him is downright sick.  She even touches
Ryou when he fights her.  This is similar to an assault that happened to
me. This is why I put it in.  I guess that is why writing that scene was
difficult, but it came out really well.
Digi: Seto in next chappie. And he is normal.
Negacat: yes, Jessica was portrayed as nasty because she is.  I thought
she was a great character. So sad. I’m glad you liked my stories. I appreciate
the praise.
Ssjgoddesschico: I’m sorry, Jessica, I didn’t mean to name her after
you.  I picked all these names from my group in grade school whom I hated
with a passion. This is why they are villains in my story.  This is the
group that teased me and called me worthless.  They said I had no talent
and was going to go now where in life.  Look at me now! I got people who
love me *hugs reviewers *, a great paying job with benefits, and an English
master’s degree!  They don’t even know I make them look like morons in my
fics!  HAHAHAHAHHA! Sorry. 
Cheesepuff: Need I remind you I love your fanart?  No.  Do you want
to hear it?  Yes.  I love your fanart and I love your reviews!
Queen of Demon Dragons: DIE ANZU!
GOC: Ryou’s dad becomes a royal PITA. (I don’t mean the bread)
Berrieberrie: Yes he is an ass. I wanted him to act drentrently than the
other fics where he just blindly accepts Ryou.  What if he was a real pain
about it?  That is what this fic is all about.
 
 
 
NOTES: This chappie has three different parts of view.  If Ryou is
talking, the section will say “Ryou’s POV” and the same with Bakura.  Those
without labels are in no one’s point of vijustjust narration.
In The of of An Angel
 
Spend all your time waitingfor that second chancefor a break
that would make it okay
Ryou’s POV
            I leaned
against the door sobbing.  My father hates me.  That’s all that ran
through my mind as I leaned against the wood.  I wanted my father to accept
me, but he doesn’t.  Bakura loves me.  That is all that matters to
me.  I saw his face when I told him my father caught us.  He was
shocked.  I don’t feel ashamed for what I’ve done.  I love Bakura and
no matter what my father says, I want to be with him.  If I go back on my
vows, I couldn’t live with myself.  I love him too much to hurt him. 
My father told me he refused to celebrate my birthday because he claims I
betrayed him.  In a way, I guess I did.  But it hurts.  I wanted
nothing more for my father to come in with open arms and say he was sorry for
hitting me.  I want him to forgive me.  He won’t listen to me. 

 
there's always one reasonto feel not good enoughand it's hard at the
end of the dayBakura’s POV
            I stood
against the door listening to the sobs within.  My hikari was in more than
just physical pain.  He was torn: obey your father or follow your
heart.  I never knew the power of love until Ryou showed me.  He
taught&nbs  I was concerned about him.  He hasn’t placed a barrier to
our mindlink since we were hitched.  Never having a father myself, I could
only imagine what was going through my hikari’s mind.  When I saw that
woman put her hands on him, it reminded me of myself and the way I used to
be.  His face was so full of terror and panic, I couldn’t help remembering
my hideoud sed self. 
 
 
I need some distractionoh beautiful releasememory seeps from my
veinsRyou’s POV
            I moved to
the window in my bedroom and looked outside at the back yard.  That is
where it happened.  That is where I had the happiest moment of my
life.  That is when all this bliss began.  All my friends were
there.  I vowed to love Bakura there for the rest of my life. 
[Bakura, my immortal half, with this ring, a symbol of immortality,  I
pledge my love, my dedication, and my fidelity.  Till death do us part,
yami.]  He doesn’t know how happy he made me that day.  I put the
ring on my finger and I look at the inscription. ‘together forever’.  I
love Bakura.  My father forbids me to wear the ring, but I can’t do what he
wishes.  I remembered when Bakura put the ring on my finger.  That
night, while we watched the sunset, everything was different.  Everything
was beautiful.  Time stood still and that sunset Ra created was meant for
us alone. 
  
 
Let me be emptyand weightless and maybeI'll find some peace
tonight
Bakura knocked and turned the doorknob slowly.  Bakura slowly opened the
door and stared at Ryou by the window.  The couple stared into each other’s
eyes not knowing what the other wainkiinking.  Ryou looked down at the
ground averting his yami’s eyes.  Both of them were speechless and for the
first time since their marriage, the first time since they known each other,
neither of them could say anything to the other. 
in the arms of an angelfly away from hereBakura’s
POV
Ryou is everything to me.  Everything.  I suddenly saw my angel, my
Ryou, so happy and full of life.  He stood by the window upset and I knew
there was nothing I could say that would make everything better, the way it
was.  That encounter with that…woman shook him.  With one massive
jolt, he opened up his mindlink again.  I wanted to stagger back.  All
his feelings rushed into my brain and throbbed.  He was hurt.  He felt
there was nothing left for him besides me.  I wanted to take him away from
this pain, to whisk him away with me.  Now my angel stood there, shoulders
dropped, tears overflowing in his eyes, his angel wings clipped and broken.
 
 
from this dark cold hotel roomand the endlessness that you fearyou
are pulled from the wreckageof your silent reverieBakura’s POV
            He looked
like he was in pain.  His eyes were glassy and almost looked like he wanted
to fall over.  Ryou hadn’t eaten all day and I could tell that his body was
trying to cope with the stress of simply standing straight.  I slowly
approached my Ryou like I did when he offered me his hand before our
ceremony.  I sheepishly took it, but I wanted to grasp it tightly and never
let go of his soft hand and his loving touch.  I pledged to my mortal half
that I would dedicate my life to his contentment and to his protection.  I
pledge that we shall never part. 
We both looked at each other remembering our vow.  We were like our
Change of Heart: one side light, one side dark.  One side angel, the other
was devil.  We were inseparable.    
           
 
you're in the arms of the angelmay you find some comfort
thereBakura’s POV
            I opened
my arms to him.  I wanted to give him a chance.  He stood there
looking at me as if through a tunnel.  Like he was far away.  With a
suppressed whimper, he threw himself into my arms.  My angel stood there in
my arms as I rocked him side to side trying to calm him.  His body relaxed
and he encircled his heavenly arms around me enveloping me in his embrace. 
He sniffled and bit my shoulder and even then his wailing penetrated through the
house.   I could feel his entire body relax.  He clutched onto me
as if his life depended on it.  He felt safe with me.  This is where I
wanted him to be.  This is where he belongs.
so tired of the straight lineand everywhere you turnthere's
vultures and thieves at your backand the storm keeps on
twistingRyou’s POV
            I clutched
onto Bakura tightly.  When my father pinned me to the table, cutting off my
air, I remembered how Cinetti held me againhe mhe metal fence.  He kicked
me in the side sending me collapsing to the ground.  Above me, the crowds
laughed at us.  Bakura was on the ground gripping his head, his fingers
being coated with his own blood.  I grabbed my stomach as the air was
kicked out of me. Bakura and I suffered together once and now we suffered
together again.  Bakura stood in front of Cinetti again to protect
me.  The crowd laughed at us…our pain.  If we were anyone else, who
knows if they would have helped us.  Now my father was one of those faces
in the crowd…..laughing at us.  The crowd’s deafening roar of laughter
overwhelmed us, but my Bakura was strong.  He protected me.  Like the
others in the crowd, my father is laughing at us, hoping we will stay on the
ground where we belong.
 
you keep on building the hat hat you make up for all that you
lackRyou’s POV
            I knew we
couldn’t keep this charade up for long.  I can’t hide my love for
him.  I tried all day and night.  How easy would it have been if my
father accepted me for who I am.  But no…I am a ‘what’ now to him.  He
doesn’t love me….my mom did.  I know she wants me happy.  I remember
seeing her in my room the first night Bakura held me in his arms while I
slept. 
            Bakura
told me all about my mother turning me into a baby to teach Bakura how to care
for me.  It worked.  Bakura learned to care for me.  That morning
he threw me into a cold shower making me ill.  He told me he took me to the
doctor, and the doctor said I was very ill.  When I returned back to
normal, I had developed pneumonia.  My yami stayed by my side the entire
time.  Bakura said my mother returned to us to see me one last time. She
said she came to check on her child and she brushed my hair lovingly like
Bakura.  He pledged to her that he would take care of me.  That was
the first time he said he loved me.   I opened my eyes and there was
my mother.  I called for her, “Mommy!”.  Bakura said she kissed
me.  She knew about Bakura’s love for me and she didn’t object. (For my new
reviewers, this is all in Nanny Bakura also written by me).
           
It don't make no differenceescaping one last time
Ryou leaned up and kissed Bakura.  Tears were running down both of their
cheeks.  Bakura moved his hands to caress Ryou’s cheek as he whimpered into
the kiss.  Ryou’s hands fluttered up Bakura’s shir the the back.  Ryou
gripped onto Bakura’s skin and rubbed it. 
 
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness ohthis glorious sadness that
brings me to my knees
            Ryou
slowly fell to the ground.  His knees were weak and his body collapsed onto
the floor.  Bakura slid down to the ground with him still supporting him
making sure his lover didn’t fall.  Ryou looked up at Bakura with starry
eyes.  “I …I don’t want to leave you, Bakura!  Don’t let me go! 
Please!  Just hold me here.”
            Bakura
rocked Ryou in his arms.  “I was so worried about you, Ryou!  I never
want you to feel like you have to block me.  I want to know what you are
feeling.  I want to know if you are upset.  I want to know when you
are happy.  I want you to trust me.  Ryou, you scared me.”
in the arms of an angelfly away from here
from this dark cold hotel roomand the endlessness that you fearyou
are pulled from the wreckageof your silent reverieRyou’s POV
            I cannot
believe my dad did this to me.  He paid a woman…to give me a birthday
present, a present which I did not want.  She touched me…and I hated
it.  When I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she sat on me.  She
touched me….I was terrified.  When she said that I wanted it, panic seized
me and I pleaded with her tay Iay I pleaded with Bakura.  I had to leave
losing everything I ate in the bathroom upstairs.  I was revolted.  I
heard a commotion downstairs and I locked myself in my room afraid she would
come upstairs to my room and….force herself on me.  She was dirty. 
She didn’t love me.  Bakura does.  Bakura loves me and I can sense
it.  I was nothing but a price tag to her.  Wait a minute.  Am I
just that to my dad?  My dad paid this woman to come over and coax me away
from Bakura for a price. 
 
you're in the arms of the angelmay you find some comfort
thereRyou’s POV
            I spoke to
him between my gasps.  “Please, Bakura.  Don’t let me go.  You
are everything to me.”  He kept his arms wrapped around he as he rubbed his
cheek against my hair.  “Please don’t leave me.” 
“I won’t, Ryou.  I’ll be with you until the end.  No matter what
your father says.  I will love you and I will wear my ring on me.” 
Bakura removed the chain from the ring and gave the ring to me.  I held the
little ring, the symbol of our vows, in my open hand.  He offered me his
hand.  He still loved me.  He wasn’t going to leave me even though we
knew though times were ahead.  I wiped my eyes and I slipped the ring onto
his finger. 
With a gasp and a quiet sob of joy, I held his hand now adorned with his
ring.  “Bakura…my immortal half, *sniff * with this ring, a symbol of
immortality, I pledge my love *sniff *, my dedication *sob *, and my
fidelity.”  I looked him in the eye.  “Until death do us part…..my
love…my yami.”
 
 
you're in the arms of the angelmay you find some comfort here
Ryou’s POV
 
Bakura and I sat on the floor for a long time.    I dreaded
hearing the front door open.  I knew who it would be.  My father
almost killed me.  I didn’t want Bakura to leave me because I didn’t know
how far he would go next time.  I heard the front door open and I panted
heavily.  My heart beat so furiously that it gave me chest pains.  I
prayed it wasn’t that woman’s pimp coming back to get us.  I prayed it
wasn’t Cinetti.  I prayed it wasn’t my dad.  I prayed whoever it was
would just go away.  I heard footsteps come up the stairs and I whimpered
into Bakura’s shoulder. “Yami, don’t let him get me!  Please, yami, don’t
let him get me!”   Shivering and quaking, the yami held onto me. 
When the door opened, I let out a scream and I turned away afraid to face the th oth of anybody.  I felt not a slap or a forceful grip, but the soothing
hand of another boy.  I looked at it adorned with a Blue Eyes White Dragon
Silver ring.  I looked up and saw the sympathetic face of Seto Kaiba.