Love Through Anything

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

Okay, I think I’m gonna try to update every weekend if I can. Right now, it’s amazing that I’m even up. But I did it. Okay, anyways, here’s chapter 3.

Chapter 3

Ryou sat on the edge of the double sized bed. He leaned his chin on the palms of his hands and his elbows on his knees.

Bakura walked in and closed the door behind him. He had just had a little conversation with Yami about the situation and what they would do. He walked over to Ryou and sat down next to him. Putting both arms around the boy, Bakura pulled him close. Ryou relaxed in his yami’s strong arms, leaning into him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, in silence, just enjoying the company and warmth of each other.

“Why.....?” Ryou broke the silence.

Bakura looked down at him, “Why what, hikari?”

“Why would he do that to us?”

“Kick us out?”

“No,” Ryou shifted to sit up and looked at Bakura, “Why would he want to tear us apart? I thought, father’s wanted their children to be happy, no matter what either of them believed in.”

Bakura blinked at Ryou, “I don’t know, Ryou. I wasn’t a father in my time, so I don’t know what they would feel.”

“But he always told my mother and I that he wanted us to be happy, no matter what,” he said, angrily, and stood up, “Why would he change that now? He said it, not just to my mother, but to me as well. Why?”

Ryou just broke down, right then and there, in tears again. Bakura got up and wrapped his arms around the sobbing teen.

Ryou sobbed into his shoulder, “H-he said it! Why did he change?”

“Ryou, shh, it’s alright,” Bakura said, rubbing the boy’s back soothingly, “You can forget about him. You’re better off without him, anyway.”

Bakura racked his brain for something else to say to make Ryou fell better, but nothing came up.

An action did come up, though, so he decided to do it.

He lifted Ryou’s chin, so that the boy was looking at him. He leaned forward and licked Ryou’s lips and moved up to lick away the salty tears.

Next, he licked down Ryou’s jaw line, then went to his neck and nipped at it. He moved his thigh between Ryou’s legs and pushed them apart. He rubbed his thigh against the teen’s groin, feeling his cock twitch and harden.

Ryou’s breathing became short and quick pants. He gripped Bakura’s shirt and let his head fall back, revealing more of his neck for Bakura to nip at.

Bakura took advantage of his hikari’s position and turned them around. He gently lead Ryou to the bed, then pushed him down onto it.

Ryou landed with a grunt and looked up at the smirking Bakura.

“Y-yami, I-” Ryou started, but was cut off by Bakura.

“Quiet, hikari,” Bakura said and climbed into the bed, next to him.

“But, yami, I don’t want to right now,” Ryou said, hurriedly, “I mean, I would but I’m-”

“I know,” Bakura said, simply, then turned to him with a smirk on his face, “but we gotta do something about that tent you’re making in your pants.”

Ryou blinked at him, “Wha?”

Bakura chuckled as he sat up, “Don’t pretend. It’s pretty obvious.”

The white haired teen looked down at himself and his eyes widened, “Uh.....”

Bakura brushed his hand on Ryou’s inner thigh, barely missing the boy’s erection.

Ryou sat up and turned his body to where his feet were off the bed and on the floor.

“Yami,” he said, softly, “Please, don’t.”

Bakura looked at Ryou’s back, then crawled up next to him. He put his feet on the floor also, being in the same position as Ryou now.

He tried to put his arms around the boy, but Ryou got up ad walked across the room, not looking at Bakura.

“Ryou, I-” Bakura started, but was cut off by Ryou.

“No, yami. Don’t.”

Bakura’s eyebrows drew down and he disappeared with a flash of golden light.

Ryou felt Bakura block the link and sighed. He looked down at the ring hanging down on his chest and looked away, quickly, with tears in his eyes.

He walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, again. He stared at the floor where his tears gathered in a puddle and flowed across the floor in a river-like way.


“You gotta try,” Yugi said to Yami, who was seated at Yugi’s desk.

“I’ve talked to him already, Yugi,” Yami said, “We’re trying to figure out something. It’s a little difficult when you’re trying to come a decision with someone you practically despise, though.”

Yugi shook his head, “But you both are doing it for the same reason, right?”

Yami blinked at him. Question apparent in his face.

“Ryou,” Yugi answered, “You both care about what happens to Ryou.”

Yami nodded, “At least, I think we both do.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Thief King,” Yami answered, “I don’t know what to think of him.”

“Well,” Yugi said, thinking, “You’ve dealt with him before, right?”

“Many millennia ago, and we couldn’t catch him. That’s why he was called ‘the Thief King.’”

“True,” Yugi sat down on his bed, “But maybe you could use that to your advantage.”

“Yugi,” Yami blinked at his hikari, “Are you suggesting we break into Ryou’s home?”

Yugi just smiled, slyly, and shrugged.

“Aibou!” Yami stood up, “I’m surprised at you! You’ve been around the Tomb-robber too much.”

Yugi laughed, “And now it’s back to ‘Tomb-robber’?”

Yami shook his head and walked over to the door, “I’ll go get him and deal with you later.”

Yugi gave him a big grin, “Good luck!”

The spirit chuckled as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He headed down the hall to Ryou’s room.

He came to the door and knocked, lightly, on it, “Ryou, I need to speak with your yami.”

The door opened, but only it was Bakura who answered, “What do you want, Pharaoh?”

“Come with me,” Yami said and turned to walk down the hall.

Bakura stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. He followed Yami down the hall and down the stairs. Yami stopped in the living room and turned to face Bakura, who was just stepping off the stairs.

“Well?” Bakura demanded.

“I was talking to Yugi and he gave me an idea..... Probably planted there by you, none the less,” Yami said, “I don’t really agree with it, but I can’t think of anything else.”

Bakura listened, intently, as Yami went on. He almost fell over laughing by the end of the suggestion.

“What?” Yami asked the white haired spirit that was half on the floor with laughter.

“Your hikari suggested that?” Bakura asked, between series of laughs.

“Yes.”

Bakura grasped the back of the couch and pulled himself up, taking in gasping breaths, “And the Pharaoh wouldn’t be lying, would he?”

“Of course not!” Yami said, hotly, “A Pharaoh who lies wouldn’t be able to gain the trust of his people.”

This time, Bakura did fall on the floor laughing.

Yami stared at him, “I don’t get what you’re laughing at! What, in Ra’s name, is so funny?!”

Bakura sat up, propping his arms in his knees. He looked up at the former Pharaoh, “You really didn’t get out of the palace much, did you?”

“Well,” Yami started, slowly, “I was practically bound to that Ra forsaken palace! With my duties and all, I didn’t get out much.”

“Obviously,” Bakura snorted, “Your dignity was eaten away among the people of Egypt.”


“You talk about dignity!” Yami snapped, “You were the one on the floor, laughing like a moron! What about your dignity?!”

“I didn’t have any,” Bakura answered, simply, “I robbed tombs, Pharaoh. I grew up on the streets. Why the hell would I have dignity?”

Yami stared at him, silent.

“Look,” Bakura said, “We’ll go tomorrow, but to save time, I can get Ryou’s key. He always keeps a spare in the pocket of his pants.”

“You’re sure he has the key?”

“Do you want me to go check?”

“I would feel better....” Yami looked at him.

Bakura rolled his eyes and want towards the stairs, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He stepped up the stairs and went down the hall to the room he and Ryou shared. He walked up to the door and went in, closing it behind him.

Ryou was lying in the bed on his side facing away from Bakura, asleep. Bakura walked up to the side of the bed and looked down at his hikari. He pushed some of Ryou’s hair out of his face gazed upon the peaceful sleeping form.

‘Hmm, how to go about this?’ Bakura thought to himself, ‘I probably have to pull down the covers, which would probably wake him up anyway.’

He stepped back and shoved his hangs in his pockets only to feel a cool metal object in the right. He grasped the object and pulled it out, staring at it in his open palm.

It was the house key.

“What is it doing in my pocket?” he wondered, aloud.

He shrugged and put it back in his pocket and turned around. Taking another look at Ryou, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, quietly, making sure not to wake Ryou.

Yami looked up when Bakura came down the stairs. Bakura looked into Yami’s demanding stare and just glared at him.

“I have it, Pharaoh,” Bakura said, pulling the key from his pocket, holding it out in his palm.

Yami nodded, “Tomorrow then?”

“Yes,” the white haired spirit pocketed the key once again.

Yami headed toward the stairs and, before going up, he turned to Bakura and asked, “I trust you to tell Ryou?”

“You haven’t changed in millennia, you know that, Pharaoh?”

Yami smirked, “Yes, Thief King, I know.”

At that, Yami climbed the steps and went to Yugi’s room.

“Stupid Pharaoh,” Bakura climbed the stairs, yet again, muttering more colorful things in Ancient Egyptian.
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