Love Through Anything

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

I’m screwed for time right now. I’m gonna post this, then I’m out the door. I won’t be able to do an update next weekend because I’m pulling double shifts at work. Well, here’s chapter 5.


Chapter 5

Yugi descended the stairs to the living room and walked up to behind the couch. Yami sat on the back of the couch, hunched over.

“Did he give you any trouble, Aibou?” Yami asked, looking over his shoulder at Yugi.

“No, actually, he didn’t do or say anything at all,” Yugi replied, looking up at Yami, “He just.... laid there.”

The small teen walked around the couch and sat down. Yami slipped off the back and settled next to Yugi, wrapping an arm around the boy.

Ryou sat in the armchair next to the couch. He never took his eyes off of the coffee table in front of the couch when Yugi walked in. His ears perked up though, hearing about his yami.

“He didn’t even flinch when I touched him to wrap his shoulder,” Yugi was telling Yami, “He said nothing. Just laid there so calm. I never thought I’d see him so calm.... ever.”

Yami nodded, “Thank you, Aibou, for going in there and helping him. I can’t deal with him right now.... And he can’t go in his soul room with the Sennen Ring right there.”

The former pharaoh glanced over at Ryou, who hadn’t moved.

‘Just like the Thief King,’ Yami thought and cocked an eyebrow.

//Yugi,// Yami said though the mind link they shared.

/Yeah?/

//You said Bakura didn’t move at all?//

/Nothing, but breathing./

//That’s what Ryou’s been doing for the last half hour.//

Yugi glanced over at Ryou, who had his chin resting on his knee, still staring at the coffee table.

/Do you think they’re talking?/ Yugi asked, turning back to Yami.

Yami shook his head, //Oh, no. They haven’t been communicating at since Ryou ran out of the room. It’s bad, though, because he needs to get in his soul room in order to heal faster.//

/Maybe.... Maybe Ryou doesn’t want his yami to heal faster./

Yami cocked an eyebrow, //What do you mean, Aibou?//

/Well,/ Yugi started, /Bakura acts like a jerk to Ryou, or as we can see, and he beats on Ryou. If he’s hurt, he can’t beat him. He can smart-mouth him, but he’ll stop doing it as much. It’s human ways. Immortal or not, he’s still human./

Yami looked at Yugi, surprised, //Wow, Yugi.... Now that I think about it, it makes sense.//

Yugi looked up at him and smiled, “I know it does.”

Suddenly, Ryou stood up and went up the stairs.

Yami and Yugi stared at him, both wondering what was up.


Bakura’s eyes darted to the door when he heard it open, to see Ryou standing there.

The pale teenager closed the door and walked over to the bed. He sat in the edge and intertwined his fingers with Bakura’s.

Ryou smiled down at his yami, trying to seem calm. Inside, he was everywhere at once, going insane, worrying about Bakura.

“How are you feeling?” Ryou asked.

“I would shrug, but I can’t,” Bakura replied, simply.

Ryou chuckled, “I’m sorry, yami.”

“You were laughing at me,” Bakura said with mock sarcasm, “How can you be sorry?”

Ryou smiled at his yami, “Okay, but do you want to use your soul room? It would help you heal a lot quicker.”

Bakura turned his head away and looked at the wall, “No.”

Ryou looked at Bakura, surprised, “No? But why? It helps. Why won’t you go in there?”

Bakura continued to stare at the wall in silence.

“Yami?” the hikari asked, worry apparent in his voice, “Why won’t you go into your soul room?”

“Because I don’t deserve it!” Bakura snapped his head over, staring at Ryou with tears in his eyes, “I deserve to be in worse pain! Good Ra, with all I’ve done to you in the past! I should be in immortal pain....”

Tears slid down his cheeks. Ryou put his hand to his yami’s cheek, trying to wipe the tears away, but Bakura moved his head from Ryou’s touch.

“Bakura,” Ryou said, tears breeching his own eyes, but refusing to let them fall. He had to be strong for his yami.

“Ryou,” Bakura said, looking at Ryou again, “Why do you put up with me?”

Ryou blinked at the question, “You’re the other half of my soul, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m an ass,” the spirit replied bluntly.

Ryou stared down at him, “Not always. You can be really gentle and caring when you want to be.”

Bakura gave him at flat look, “That’s very rare when I act like that and you know it.”

“Bakura,” Ryou sighed, “I love you, okay? That’s why I am still with you. It’s love.”

“Love,” Bakura snorted, “Love makes the smartest of people idiots.”

Ryou glanced at Bakura, surprised. For Bakura’s standards, that was a complement.

“Yami, did you just-?” Ryou started, but was cut off by Bakura.

“I said, you used to be smart.”

Ryou smiled at a scowling Bakura.

“Dammit, hikari!” Bakura said after a minute, “Stop smiling at me like that!”

Ryou chuckled, “Would you rather me glare at you then?”

Bakura shrugged, then painfully remembered his shoulder, “Ah, shit.”

Ryou’s smile disappeared from his face and, once again, was filled with worry.

“Yami, you should really go into your soul room,” he said.

Bakura looked at him with pain filled eyes.

“Please, go in,” Ryou practically pleaded and brushed some hair away from the dark spirit’s eyes.

Bakura nodded to give Ryou some warning. Ryou leaned back and released Bakura’s hand from his own. The spirit disappeared with a flash of golden light.

Ryou sat there, placing a hand on the spot where his yami had just laid, felling the warmth start to fade away.


The next morning, Yami and Yugi were up first. Yugi went to the kitchen to make everyone some breakfast and Yami went to Ryou and Bakura’s room.

He stood at the door, looking at it for a minute. Finally, he knocked firmly on it.

Rustling was heard inside, then Ryou opened the door with no shirt and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Sorry, Ryou, for waking you,” Yami apologized.

“It’s alright, Yami,” the teen yawned, then fully opened his eyes, “What’s up?”

“I need to speak with your yami about today,” the former pharaoh said.

“Uhh....” Ryou spaced out for a moment, then focused back on Yami, “He’s still in his soul room. Why? What’s today?”

Yami cocked an eyebrow at the boy in front of him, “He didn’t tell you?”

“Uh.... No.....” Ryou starred at him, confused.

“Dammit, Thief King!” Yami growled in frustration, then looked back at Ryou, “Uh, you see, we were going to..... go by your house... and-”

“My house? You and my yami?” Ryou questioned.

“Yes, and-”

“You can’t take my yami back to my house! Near my father?” Ryou said, panicked by the sudden situation, “Are you insane?! After yesterday, he can’t see my father! My father would think he’s me and kill him and-”

“Ryou! Ryou! Hold on there!” Yami tried frantically to calm the white haired teenager, “We weren’t going to see your father.”

“Then what the bloody hell were you two planning to do?!”

“Umm.....” Yami had forgotten to clarify what exactly they were going to do at the house with Bakura.

Ryou took a deep breath and held up his first finger, “Would you excuse me for a moment?”

“S-sure,” Yami replied.

Ryou closed the door and whirled around, opening the mind link again, /Yami Bakura!/

//Crap,// Bakura muttered.

/What the hell was Yami talking about back there?/ Ryou demanded.

//Yeah, see, I forgot to tell you about that...//

/Would you mind explaining it now?/

//The Pharaoh come to me saying he had an idea, so we went downstairs to discuss it. He told me his hikari suggested that we break into your house, so I naturally agreed.//

/What? Why? Yugi suggested that?/

//Yep, the runt suggested that. And I was thinking about your things because your father’s probably never going to let us in again to be able to get them..... and you kinda need them.//

Ryou sighed, /Since my father’s back, we won’t be working for awhile and he’s probably going to be home a lot. How exactly are you planning to get past him?/

Bakura smirked, //Hikari, do you realize who you’re talking to?//

“Oh, yes,” Ryou said aloud, still in the link and with sarcasm oozing off of his voice, “Sorry, o’ Thief King Bakura. Your greatness.”

He plopped down on top of the bed and laid back on his elbows.

There was a flash of golden light, then Bakura stood in front of Ryou, arms folded over chest and shoulder fully minded.

“I see your shoulder’s better,” Ryou said, flatly.

“Yep,” the spirit said, then pounced atop of the boy on the bed and attacked Ryou’s bare chest with his lips.

“Yami!” Ryou gasped as Bakura took one of his nipples in his mouth.

He heard Bakura chuckle through the mind link.

“We can’t do this now,” Ryou pushed the yami off of him and jumped off the bed.

“Aw, dammit, Ryou!” Bakura jumped back onto the bed, “You never want to do anything! I’m horny!”

Ryou opened the door to Yami with a look on his face that read terror struck.

“Oh, Ra! I did NOT need that information from you, Tomb-robber!” Yami yelled and ran off to the stairs.

Bakura and Ryou glanced at each other, then Bakura fell over laughing.


Yugi looked up when Yami ran in from down the stairs and slowed to a walk in the middle of the livingroom.

“Yami? What are you doing?” the small boy questioned.

Yami walked into the kitchen plopped down in a chair and let his head fall to the side on the table.

“I just heard some very disturbing news, Aibou,” Yami stated, glancing up at Yugi.

Yugi cocked an eyebrow, “Do I even want to know?”

“No!” Yami sat up and spoke sharply.

Yugi stared at him, then spoke happily, “Well, now you’ve made me wanna know!”

“No, you don’t want to know. Trust me on this, Aibou.”

“But you’ve peeked my interest!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did.”

“Uh..... Yugi?” Yami looked around him to the stove where blackened smoke was coming off of a pan.

“What?”

“I think something’s burning....”

Yugi whipped around and looked at the stove, “Shit!”


Ryou grabbed his shirt, that he had been wearing for the past two days, and pulled it over his head and down over his pale chest.

“Aw, hikari, whadya do that for?” Bakura asked, watching him from the bed.

“What?” Ryou looked at him.


A smirk played across Bakura’s features, “Put your shirt on.”

Ryou grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and threw it at his yami. Bakura caught the pillow and grinned at the teen.

Ryou fell to the bed next to Bakura, “I’m beginning to think maybe you and Yami should go to mu house.”

“Why’s that?” the dark spirit asked, tossing the pillow back to the head of the bed.

“Because I need more than one outfit to wear. Plus, what about school tomorrow? I need my books and uniform.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Bakura said, looking at Ryou, “You go eat some breakfast and take a shower and I’ll be back by the time you finish.”

“Okay, but yami?”

“What?” he asked as he got up.

Ryou stood up and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s waist, pulling him close. He leaned forward and kissed the spirit passionately on the lips.

He pulled back and looked into Bakura’s eyes, “Please, don’t my father see you. I love you and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Okay, Ryou, I promise that your father will not lay eyes on me.”

“Or Yami,” Ryou added.

“Or that stupid-ass pharaoh. Okay? Good enough?”

“For you, I guess. You should really work on saying it nicer though.”

Bakura chuckled, “Me, rude? Who’d a thought?”

“Shut up,” Ryou pulled back and walked to the bedroom door. He opened the door and looked back at Bakura.

The spirit walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek, and, flashing a grin at the boy, was out the door and down the hall and stairs.

“Be careful!” Ryou called after him.


Bakura practically jumped down over all of the stairs. He went to the kitchen and saw Yami sitting at the table.


“Come on, Pharaoh,” he said, abruptly, “I’m leaving. You can come or stay.”

Yami turned around to see Bakura walk out of the kitchen.

“Thief King, wait!”

He got up from his seat and went after Bakura, who had just walked out of the game shop.

“Why don’t you just stick to one name for me?” Bakura asked, when he heard Yami catch up with him.

“I try to stick with “Thief King’, but sometimes you just deserve a less dignified name,” the former pharaoh answered.

Bakura shot him a glare, “What the hell is it with you and dignity?”

“I am a pharaoh! I-”

“Were,” the white haired spirit corrected.

“What?”

“You were a pharaoh, idiot.”

Yami snorted, “And you were a Thief King.”

Bakura smirked, “Oh, no. Thief King is a profession you can keep for an eternity. Pharaoh, however, can’t last near as long.”

“Yet, I am still here.....”

“And so am I.... thanks to you oh might-ass Pharaoh.”

“Shut up,” Yami snapped, “Now, how are we going to go about doing this?”

“About what? Getting inside?”

“Yes.”

“You know the key I showed you?”

“Yes....”

“We’re not using it, we have to go through the window,” Bakura brushed a lock of hair behind his shoulder.

“Why?” Yami asked and looked up to see Ryou’s house in the distance.


“Ryou’s father,” was all Bakura said.

They walked up to the house and stopped. Bakura led the way around to the side of the house and to a window that obviously was to Ryou’s room.

He pulled out a dagger and jammed it in the crack to the side of the window.

“Pull the glass toward me,” Bakura ordered, pulling the dagger handle toward himself.

Yami pulled th glass and it slid easily to Bakura. Bakura pulled the dagger out and put it up in a pocket, then jumped in through the window, followed by Yami.

Yami had a little trouble and lost his balance once his feet hit the carpeted floor of the room. He would have fallen to the floor if Bakura hadn’t caught him.

“Watch out,” the tomb-raider said and pulled Yami to his feet.

“Th-thanks,” Yami stepped forward out of Bakura grasp, “Now, what are we doing?”

Bakura went to the closet and opened the door. He grabbed a bag and tossed it to Yami, “Go through his dresser and stuff the bag with clothes. As mush as you can fit.”

“Okay,” Yami opened a drawer and grabbed a handful of clothes. He stuffed them in the bag and went for more.

Bakura was at the closet, stuffing another bag with the clothes hung up through it.

“Quickly, Pharaoh,” the dark spirit said, turning around and going to the night stand that was next to the bed. He slid the drawer open and grabbed fistfuls of pens, pencils, and other small items.

He closed the drawer when it was empty and stood up. He glanced at Yami who was kneeling before the bottom drawer of the dresser, putting clothes in the nearly full bag.

Bakura walked across the room and dropped his big right outside the window. He turned back around and froze on the spot when he heard a voice in the hall.

“I just don’t know what happened to him,” Ryou’s father was saying into the phone down the hall, “I thought I raised him better than that. Where did I go wrong?”

“Pharaoh, get in the closet!” Bakura hissed, “Take the bag too, we need to make it look like no one’s been here.”

Yami closed the dresser drawer and grabbed the bag, going for the closet. Bakura followed him, closing the door once they both were in.

“What about the window?” Yami whispered.


“Too late now,” Bakura replied, peering through the cracks in the door.

Andrew stopped and looked toward Ryou’s door.

“Could you hang on a sec,” he said into the phone,” I thought I heard something.”

He walked over to the bedroom door and slowly turned the knob. He opened the door and walked into the room. The man glanced around and noticed the window was open.

“I don’t remember leaving the window open,” he thought aloud.

Bakura looked around the closet, trying to get ideas. There was a shelf above them, but he wasn’t sure if it could hold both of their weight. That was the only thing they could try in hiding since he taken down most of the clothes earlier. The few items hanging up were nothing to conceal themselves in.

Their other choice was to fight if he found them.

Andrew was looking around the room, in every direction and in every way. He went to the bed and looked under it. Nothing.

He looked up and over to the closet.

“Pharaoh,” Bakura whispered.

“What?” Yami looked at him.

“We’ve got two choices,” the white haired spirit said and glanced up and looked through the cracks in the door.

His eyes widened at the sight; Andrew was staring straight at the closet door.

Bakura leaned in toward Yami, his breath was felt by Yami on his ear. Bakura only was so close so yami could hear his voice at the slightest whisper.

“And we haven’t much time.....”
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Remember, no updates next weekend. I’ll see what I can do the weekend after that. Please, review!