No Words

Title: No Words
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Rating: Still "R", matey!
Disclaimer: I ownz myself and this pitiful excuse of a plot.
Warning: Angst, crack, and embarrassment.
AN: Hiya heya! Holy hell! So many updates so soon!! I felt bad for being dead so long that I decided to do a marathon posting! Happy readings!

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Chapter 4

Ryou waited anxiously for his yami to leave, not wanting to succumb to his own emotions in front of the thief again. He listened intently for the footsteps to fade before he felt his knees buckle and the tears flow harder. Ryou wept bitterly.

How could Bakura do this to him?! Why did the thief still affect him so much?!

It just wasn’t fair!

It shouldn’t have felt so safe in his arms!

His words shouldn’t have been so soothing!

And he sure as hell shouldn’t have wanted to believe him!

…But every ounce of his heart told him the exact opposite…and that’s why he couldn’t let himself feel! This was the exact reason why he had shut himself off in the first place! No feelings meant no pain, no more mental agony…like this! But, damn Bakura!! Damn him and his ability to cut deep into Ryou no matter the resistance…no matter the planning…no matter how much distance! He didn’t want anymore damn pain and paranoia!

But as much as he wanted Bakura, he wanted to get away from him more.

So he could never have what he wanted…Bakura would always be there, and yet Ryou would never trust him in anything.

He couldn’t.

He would be betrayed.

Again…

It was so damn unfair.

And yet, there was nothing to be done about it except continue in the way he had been living. No feelings, no pain. It was the only way to stay out of the greedy thief’s grasp and keep his sanity…Wasn’t it ironic? Apart he would go insane, and yet to be near him…sanity was barely in his grasp.

Cruel fucking irony.

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Ryou greeted the sun sleepily, not quite sure when he had actually fallen asleep.

Had that been a dream? Had that final relief been nothing but a fabrication of his own design? And what of his daunting thoughts of Bakura?

He stretched and rubbed his eyes…Did it really matter? He had things to do anyway. Even if it did happen, it wouldn’t matter to Bakura anyway, so why dwell on it? No point in wallowing in doubt and misery when he had a life to run.

He dressed quickly and headed off to school, welcoming the mind-numbing effects of class…His day was predictably uneventful, consisting of class, lunch, and then a quick visit to the gym. Ryou’s thoughts began to wander aimlessly, wondering if he had in fact finally let loose the monstrous pain his dark had inflicted upon him…The young man wondered, if so, then why did Bakura care enough to come up with such fiendish way to break him again? He headed home shortly afterward his day’s activities, preparing for a full night of catching up on forgotten homework.

He was shocked when he returned home to an empty apartment.

It was highly unusual to come home and not have Bakura’s music blaring through the walls. Was this a part of another fiendish plot? While Ryou was more than able to defend himself against his dark, the thought of the white haired demon laying in wait struck a chord of primal fear deep within his soul. Anxiety enveloped him as he searched the apartment for his dark, expecting some macabre prank…every room empty, every light shut off, and nothing but the sound of his own breathing reached his ears… there was nothing but silence and darkness. Including, NO BAKURA!

He breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of being without Bakura for the night. Maybe he’d come home later, but that still meant the hikari had the evening to himself! This would give him time to sort out his own confused thoughts, without interruption. Ryou very happily looked forward to a night of peaceful relaxation and study….

Bakura had not only not returned that night, but didn’t for several days! By the second day, Ryou still reveled in the peace and quiet he hadn’t had for so long! The thief had still not returned, and the hikari had never felt better! However, each passing day brought new discoveries…Bakura was the one who took out the trash…Ah, so the thief DID do the dishes, ect. But, after the fifth day of a Bakura-free zone, Ryou felt a slight twinge of loneliness. It had been a long time since he’d had this, but… why had he missed it in the first place? It was depressing, the silence…And yet, something in Ryou still feared that it might be shattered once again.

What was his problem? Did he actually miss the arrogant bastard? How could he? After everything he had gone through…After all the pain and suffering… Did he still care about the thief? He had told Bakura how he felt…he knew it. Otherwise, Bakura would not have left. Maybe he had actually listened…Or maybe he was trying to play to the part of Ryou that still cared, trying to cause more pain? Yeah, that was the more likely cause. Bakura couldn’t have a sentimental bone in his body.

But if Bakura cared…

The young man immediately shook that thought away, wondering if the insanity was finally beginning to kick in…

Ryou’s thoughts were abruptly cut short when he was startled back into reality by the sound of the front door slamming and… the rustling of paper?

//What the hell?//

Ryou brought himself out of his stupor and cautiously rounded the corner of the entrance hall.

His bewildered eyes were greeted by the sight of Bakura kicking off his shoes while trying to balance two very full grocery bags!

//Scratch that. What the *bloody* hell?!//

The thief king looked up at Ryou and gave him a wry smile, holding up the two bags, “I thought I’d make some dinner.”

Ryou could do nothing but stare at the spectacle before him…

//…Bakura…//

Rustle. Rustle.

//…in the front hall…//

Stumble. “Shit!”

//…with grocery bags…//

//…offering to make dinner…//

“Can you give me a hand?” Bakura grunted.

//…. after a nearly week long absence?//

Ryou didn’t know what to do…

…so he did exactly that.

Nothing. He simply turned and walked away to the sanctum that was his room.

On his way, he felt an uncharacteristic urge to stab someone… namely, the cruel bitch known as Fate.

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Five hours later, after heavy contemplation and consideration, Ryou decided that, regardless of Bakura’s returning and hostile take-over of the kitchen, the lad really did need to eat.

The noxious odors that had seeped through his door hours prior had successfully murdered his appetite, and therefore made the idea of food a foul notion. But his body protested otherwise as it threatened to begin consuming itself if other nutrition wasn’t made available.

Food it was. He would just have to brave the kitchen…

It was late enough, Bakura would probably have gone to bed…or more appropriately, locked himself in his room under the guise of sleep. The thought of Bakura being home again was disturbing enough…but the thought of the King of Thieves being Martha Stewart-ized was enough to make anyone gag. Ryou decided to take a trip to the pantry for a midnight snack.

As expected, the apartment was dark and quiet as was per usual in the dark‘s absence…It was as if Bakura hadn’t even returned, save for the faint under-scents of an ill-prepared meal. Ryou made it swiftly and painlessly to the kitchen, and was astonished at how spotless it was! He was positive that the yami would have made a horrendous mess, but there wasn’t even a sign that the kitchen had been used! Shocked and somewhat awed, Ryou gazed about in wonder for a moment before moving on to the refrigerator in search of sustenance. And just like the kitchen, it was in perfect order, save for a strangely shaped foil wrapped package set at Ryou’s eye level. On it was a note written in plain, yet undeniably recognizable, script that read:

“It’s not poisonous.”

The hikari swore he felt his jaw dislocate and drop to the floor. He stared at the sloppily wrapped food in confusion and astonishment.

Had Bakura really gone to so much trouble to actually make a meal? And he saved some for *Ryou*? It was almost scary in it’s implications, but the young man just couldn’t bring himself to not take it! His morbid curiosity got the better of him as he found himself not only grabbing the plate, but unwrapping it, sniffing it’s contents (which looked positively disgusting, resembling something a bird with the plague had regurgitated), and then placing the plate in the microwave to be warmed up. The hikari obediently pulled out the dish when the machine bleeped, and tentatively poked the “food” with a fork. It didn’t move of it’s own accord, and it didn’t smell *too* acrid…so he reluctantly gathered a forkful of “it” and hurriedly stuffed it in his mouth…

It was the WORST damn thing he had ever tasted!!

The repulsiveness of it was overwhelming! The sickening flavour coated Ryou’s tongue like a creeping sickness…And when it finally processed in his brain, the only description he could come up with was the inside of a homeless man’s shoe filled with fermented mayonnaise! And even that was too vague a description…

What the HELL had prompted him to try it in the first place?!

What the hell had Bakura been thinking?! He didn’t know how to cook! Ryou was always the one to cook!!

Gagging, the young man quickly tossed the so-called food into the trash, along with the plate, not wanting it to contaminate the rest of them with the taint of that evil…stuff! He ran to the bathroom and painstakingly cleansed his mouth, ridding himself of the appalling flavour! That took a good thirty minutes! After refreshing himself, the hikari returned to the kitchen (appetite thoroughly quashed), grabbed the note and quickly scrawled:

“Could have fooled me.”

Satisfied with his handling of the situation, Ryou treated himself to his nice warm bed for a peaceful night’s sleep on a blissfully empty stomach.

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And there's a bit of crack for ya! ~_^ I was inspired by my sglily's sarcasm and wit for this little section and gave it a life of it's own. LOOK WHAT IT DID!!

Bakura: OY! I haven't been alive in...how long? You can't expect me to know how to cook the crap you have nowadays!

Ryou: Yeah, but how can someone mess up Rice-A-Roni?

Bakura: That was supposed to be rice?

Ryou: My point exactly.

Bakura: How am I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?! I lived on fucking cyllestis, beer, and whatever I could kill and eat in my lifetime, you ungrateful ass!

Ryou: Cyllestis?

Bakura: Bread. Grainy, hard bread. I don't have much culinary talent, Mr. Connoiseur of Fine Boxed Foods.

Ryou: So you ate helpless animals, crappy bread, and even crappier beer?

Bakura: Yes. Yes I did.

Ryou: =_= You're never allowed in the kitchen again.