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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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2,265
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21
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Chapter 7
Title: No Words
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Rating: R-ish for now
A/N: Yeah, I suck. A lot. I know...I am so sorry to my readers for my inconsistent postings, and I thank any of you who have been sticking with it for...um...I don't know how long. I do have more chapters ready for posting, but I don't want to go too fast for my own plotty comfort. Yep, I deserve to be yelled at for 1.) Taking forever to post, 2.) Not writing fast and clearly enough, and 3.) For lacking the literary skill to give this story the life it deserves. So, here we go, I hope I don't dissapoint too much.
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//Holy shit!!//
Bakura sat up achingly in the hospital bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His head hurt from all the medicines being pumped into his unwilling system. He’d had little restful sleep in the last two days, the night of the beginning of Ryou’s downfall kept plaguing his mind.
He didn’t really want to do it….but he knew he had to. He knew he had to remind Ryou of that night somehow. He knew he had to dig up the most painful of memories to prove that he actually did care. To prove that he did want to change…But then, before he could explain in proper words what he’d meant, the little bastard stabbed him!! Now, the kid was probably in so much turmoil hating Bakura more than ever…And there was nothing the thief could do about it.
It fucking sucked to be so damn helpless.
Just then, Bakura looked up on hearing someone enter the room. It was probably another nurse come to change his bandages. He sighed heavily and carefully lifted his shirt, awaiting the nurse to round the divider of his shared room.
“Bring on the pain, baby,” he half chuckled. The nurses loved that shit! And he was glad to dish it out, after all, he still had an ego to feed!
“I already did,” a scarily familiar voice monotoned.
“Hi-hikari?!” Bakura nearly shouted, jerking hard at the surprise. The jump managed to tear some of his stitches, which helped to bring him back to reality. Said hikari promptly rounded the corner and stood stiffly, arms crossed, at the foot of the bed.
“Shut up, Bakura,” Ryou glared.
“Wait…why are you here? How did you find me?” the thief asked, looking at the boy askance.
“There are only two hospitals in Domino, and only one patient named Touzouko. Not a difficult deduction.”
“True enough, maybe I should use a less obvious alias next time…But that doesn’t explain why you’re here,” the thief cautiously stated, voice guarded and painfully neutral.
“I came to give this back to you,” Ryou cooly stated, dropping the piece of parchment onto the tomb robber’s bed.
“But why?”
“Because there are just some things you can’t take back, Bakura. Nor should you have the audacity to think you can.”
Bakura unintentionally glared at the hikari before him. “It didn’t mean a damn thing to you, did it?”
“It meant a lot,” Ryou said, not fazed in the least. “Just not in the way you were obviously hoping for. You see, if you’re trying to cause me horrendous amounts of emotional pain, you’re succeeding very well. Except this time around I’m not going to let you ruin me.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you, Ryou! Damnit! When will you understand that?!” Bakura nearly growled, anger growing.
“Quit trying to feed me this bullshit,” the hikari barked! “There is no way in hell you could suddenly have pure intentions!”
“Look, Ryou, apparently whatever I try to do to make you happy just backfires. You don’t trust me, and frankly, I don’t really blame you. But do NOT try to lay all of this on me! It’s your own damn decision to let me hurt you or not! It’s your own damn decision to let go of the past and try to, at the very least, believe me!”
“You have NO right, Bakura! No right at all to preach to me about how all of this is all my own fault and how I should magically trust you!!”
“Damnit, Ryou! Don’t you get it?! I don’t expect you to trust me! As much as I want it to happen magically, as you so sarcastically put it, I know damn well that I have to earn it! All I fucking want from the depths of my fucking little black heart, is for you to be fucking happy!!! Okay?!” the thief frothed!
“Yeah, you try living four years of your life in torture, heartache, fear, and humiliation and give me a call,” Ryou drawled. “You can tell me about how much you believe the heartless demon that did it to you!”
“I can Ryou, and I’d have ripped the person’s fucking throat out. In fact, I did. But that’s not my point. I’m saying my way could never be your way! The way you’re going about this isn’t the way you would have dealt with it before I got to you. Isn’t that weakness in and of itself, Ryou? Could you really let me destroy you so utterly that you’ve forgotten how your heart really works?”
Ryou said nothing to that, and simply looked to the floor. Bakura, nearly mad with a painful combination guilt and sorrow, had to shield his eyes from the sight of Ryou looking away in obvious pain. He really shouldn’t have said that, but he had meant it… He had also been painfully genuine with his admittance for Ryou’s happiness, and he’d pay up right now.
“If you never hear me utter another fucking word again, then at least keep this bit with you…” Bakura whispered, turning his head to look into Ryou’s eyes.
“Oh, shut-” Ryou began, rolling his eyes.
“We can be apart without losing our minds,” he cut Ryou off, voice rough and gravelly, looking intensely into the boy’s eyes. He saw his hikari’s eyes widen for a moment before he couldn’t take the pain anymore and turned his face away to look out the window.
The only indication that Ryou had heard him were the sharp taps of the young man’s shoes walking out the door.
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Short post, I know, but there will be more.
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Rating: R-ish for now
A/N: Yeah, I suck. A lot. I know...I am so sorry to my readers for my inconsistent postings, and I thank any of you who have been sticking with it for...um...I don't know how long. I do have more chapters ready for posting, but I don't want to go too fast for my own plotty comfort. Yep, I deserve to be yelled at for 1.) Taking forever to post, 2.) Not writing fast and clearly enough, and 3.) For lacking the literary skill to give this story the life it deserves. So, here we go, I hope I don't dissapoint too much.
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//Holy shit!!//
Bakura sat up achingly in the hospital bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His head hurt from all the medicines being pumped into his unwilling system. He’d had little restful sleep in the last two days, the night of the beginning of Ryou’s downfall kept plaguing his mind.
He didn’t really want to do it….but he knew he had to. He knew he had to remind Ryou of that night somehow. He knew he had to dig up the most painful of memories to prove that he actually did care. To prove that he did want to change…But then, before he could explain in proper words what he’d meant, the little bastard stabbed him!! Now, the kid was probably in so much turmoil hating Bakura more than ever…And there was nothing the thief could do about it.
It fucking sucked to be so damn helpless.
Just then, Bakura looked up on hearing someone enter the room. It was probably another nurse come to change his bandages. He sighed heavily and carefully lifted his shirt, awaiting the nurse to round the divider of his shared room.
“Bring on the pain, baby,” he half chuckled. The nurses loved that shit! And he was glad to dish it out, after all, he still had an ego to feed!
“I already did,” a scarily familiar voice monotoned.
“Hi-hikari?!” Bakura nearly shouted, jerking hard at the surprise. The jump managed to tear some of his stitches, which helped to bring him back to reality. Said hikari promptly rounded the corner and stood stiffly, arms crossed, at the foot of the bed.
“Shut up, Bakura,” Ryou glared.
“Wait…why are you here? How did you find me?” the thief asked, looking at the boy askance.
“There are only two hospitals in Domino, and only one patient named Touzouko. Not a difficult deduction.”
“True enough, maybe I should use a less obvious alias next time…But that doesn’t explain why you’re here,” the thief cautiously stated, voice guarded and painfully neutral.
“I came to give this back to you,” Ryou cooly stated, dropping the piece of parchment onto the tomb robber’s bed.
“But why?”
“Because there are just some things you can’t take back, Bakura. Nor should you have the audacity to think you can.”
Bakura unintentionally glared at the hikari before him. “It didn’t mean a damn thing to you, did it?”
“It meant a lot,” Ryou said, not fazed in the least. “Just not in the way you were obviously hoping for. You see, if you’re trying to cause me horrendous amounts of emotional pain, you’re succeeding very well. Except this time around I’m not going to let you ruin me.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you, Ryou! Damnit! When will you understand that?!” Bakura nearly growled, anger growing.
“Quit trying to feed me this bullshit,” the hikari barked! “There is no way in hell you could suddenly have pure intentions!”
“Look, Ryou, apparently whatever I try to do to make you happy just backfires. You don’t trust me, and frankly, I don’t really blame you. But do NOT try to lay all of this on me! It’s your own damn decision to let me hurt you or not! It’s your own damn decision to let go of the past and try to, at the very least, believe me!”
“You have NO right, Bakura! No right at all to preach to me about how all of this is all my own fault and how I should magically trust you!!”
“Damnit, Ryou! Don’t you get it?! I don’t expect you to trust me! As much as I want it to happen magically, as you so sarcastically put it, I know damn well that I have to earn it! All I fucking want from the depths of my fucking little black heart, is for you to be fucking happy!!! Okay?!” the thief frothed!
“Yeah, you try living four years of your life in torture, heartache, fear, and humiliation and give me a call,” Ryou drawled. “You can tell me about how much you believe the heartless demon that did it to you!”
“I can Ryou, and I’d have ripped the person’s fucking throat out. In fact, I did. But that’s not my point. I’m saying my way could never be your way! The way you’re going about this isn’t the way you would have dealt with it before I got to you. Isn’t that weakness in and of itself, Ryou? Could you really let me destroy you so utterly that you’ve forgotten how your heart really works?”
Ryou said nothing to that, and simply looked to the floor. Bakura, nearly mad with a painful combination guilt and sorrow, had to shield his eyes from the sight of Ryou looking away in obvious pain. He really shouldn’t have said that, but he had meant it… He had also been painfully genuine with his admittance for Ryou’s happiness, and he’d pay up right now.
“If you never hear me utter another fucking word again, then at least keep this bit with you…” Bakura whispered, turning his head to look into Ryou’s eyes.
“Oh, shut-” Ryou began, rolling his eyes.
“We can be apart without losing our minds,” he cut Ryou off, voice rough and gravelly, looking intensely into the boy’s eyes. He saw his hikari’s eyes widen for a moment before he couldn’t take the pain anymore and turned his face away to look out the window.
The only indication that Ryou had heard him were the sharp taps of the young man’s shoes walking out the door.
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Short post, I know, but there will be more.