Adult-FanFiction.org : Yu-Gi-OH

String of Fate	By : MiyAsuka Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Title: String of Fate

Author: MiyAsuka

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Kazuki Takahashi does.

Pairing: Bakura/Ryou

Rating: R

Warning: Yaoi (duh!), probably some
sexual references and a lime or two in the later chapters.

Summary: The Ring's gone, and even
though Bakura is still there, things can't go back the way they were.

&&&

Chapter 1: Noise

When Ryou woke up, night had just
befallen Domino. The crash into reality hurt. It always did, ever
since he came back. Every single time, he remembered that he was
alone.

"Bakura..." A sad whisper.

Ryou buried his head into his pillow,
his hand fisting the blanket. Once again, he was crying. Unbeknowst
to him, Bakura was watching him. The spirit felt powerless and that
annoyed him to no end.

"Come on, aren't you tired of
crying all the time?" Bakura saw Ryou's back shudder. "You've
got absolutely no reason to cry. I'm here, can't you get it in your
head once and for all?"

"Shut up!" Ryou screamed, his
voice muffled by the pillow.

"No, I won't. You're going to
listen to me now."

"Shut up!" Ryou repeated.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He repeated the same words
over and over, like a litany. Bakura waited calmly until he was done.
When Ryou seemed to have somewhat calmed down, the spirit spoke
again.

"You tell me to shut up. That
means you're aware I'm here."

"Shut up! You're no-"

"Here, you're doing it again."
Bakura smirked, feeling satisfied. The more he tried, the more Ryou
was becoming responsive to his provocations. "Now, are you going
to listen to me?"

This time, however, Ryou chose to
remain silent.

"Shit, and here I thought we were
making some progress." Bakura sighed. It looked like a lost
case, but he wasn't anywhere close to giving up. "Why do you
always have to be so stubborn?" Not that he disliked it. In
fact, this particular trait was what had attracted him to Ryou in the
first place. Well, this and that pale and delicious-looking body.
Bakura licked his lips but he was soon forced to put an end to his
lust-filled memories. Now was not the time. "Come on. I just
want you to realize I'm here. Is that too much to ask?"

A long silence followed. Ryou's
breathing became so calm and regular Bakura thought he had fallen
asleep again. He was proved wrong when all of a sudden, Ryou sprang
out of the bed and left the room.

Upon arriving in the living room, the
boy noticed the blinking red light of his answering machine. He
walked to it and pressed a button.

"You have one new message."
BEEP "Ah, Bakura-k-" BEEP "Message
erased."

Next, Ryou headed toward the bathroom,
removing and discarding his pajama top on the way. Once in front of
the shower stall, his pants followed. Ryou stepped inside and turned
on the water.

"Ryou! What's with you all of a
sud-" Bakura stopped short when he saw when he saw Ryou's naked
silhouette, water running along the pale skin the spirit knew so
intimately well. Damn, hadn't he been a ghost of sorts, he would have
gotten an instant hard-on, that for sure.

Ryou started washing his hair and soon
his back, chest and forearm were covered with foam. Bakura forced
himself to look away. Not in order to give the boy some privacy for
Bakura had seen Ryou's naked body plenty of times already. The spirit
just couldn't stand staring at what would probably remain out of his
reach forever.

Ryou rinsed his hair, put some shower
gel in his hands and began washing his body. He was thankful that the
voice had become quiet. Maybe the side-effects from the
antidepressants had worn off. Strangely, Ryou felt a pang of
disappointment seize him. Maybe a part of him had hoped it was real,
that Bakura was still there with him.

But he wasn't.

Biting back a sob, Ryou finished
washing, staying under the hot pouring water a bit longer than
necessary. Ten minutes later, he stepped out, careful not to slip on
the tiling. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his bony hips.
He took another one and dried his hair with it.

Bakura watched him from the corner of
his eyes. Ryou really looked miserable. All his gestures looked like
he was set on some sort of auto-pilot. Yet, Bakura was convincing
himself that he wasn't responsible for all this. It was just Ryou's
fault. The brat just had to turn around and look at him. Why wouldn't
he?

The towel Ryou had been drying his hair
with fell to the floor. The teenager looked at all the boxes of
antidepressants that he had left on the sink earlier. One by one, he
threw them in the bin.

"It amazes me that you didn't do
that sooner," Bakura said.

Ryou's face grew pale. "No..."
It couldn't be. Why could he still hear him? "Please no..."
His body trembled. Bakura could see the goosebumps form on his skins.
He kept silent for a short while, amazed of the effect he had on his
former host.

"Ryou-"

"DON'T!" Ryou shouted,
clasping his hands over his ears. The towel around his hips slipped.
It fell silently on the floor.

Bakura had expected Ryou to react this
way. He rarely called Ryou by his name. Whenever he did, Ryou always
reacted strongly. The kid wasn't used to hearing people call him by
his first name.

The spirit glanced at Ryou's
reflection. The boy had his eyes screwed shut and was slightly
trembling. It reminded Bakura of the time he had first presented
himself to Ryou. Despite everything, it remained one of Bakura's best
memories. Because Ryou looked so beautiful like this, his anguish
freely showing, breaking apart the mask he usually wore all the time.
How Bakura wished he could just feel Ryou's emotional state
once more. He longed to feel that heart beating so fast, borderline
hurting. Right now, all the spirit could feel was frustrating
hollowness.

And it would most likely remain that
way forever.

No.

"JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR FUCK'S
SAKE!" Bakura screamed, losing patience.

Ryou whimpered. The hands on his ears
barely stifled the spirit's roar. Ryou pressed them harder.

"Stop that! Just turn around and
look at me!"

Ryou did open his eyes. However,
instead of doing what Bakura had just asked, the boy bolted outside
the bathroom.

Bakura groaned in exasperation. What
the hell was Ryou about to do this time? Pissed off and maybe –
just maybe – a bit worried, Bakura followed the teen and found
him inside his bedroom. The spirit froze when he saw what Ryou was
holding in his hands.

"Shit. You're not going to-"

As fast as he could, Ryou put the
headphones inside his ears and pressed the play button of his iPod.
The music instantaneously drowned out Bakura's voice. Ryou sighed in
relief. He sat down on the floor, resting his back against his bed.
Suddenly, out of the blue, Ryou began laughing. It started low, so
low Bakura didn't hear it at first. It grew increasingly louder.
Soon, Ryou was throwing his head back, sounding even madder than his
dark self.

Bakura couldn't tear his stare away
from Ryou's naked body, from the pale chest heaving in time with his
crazy laughing. Was this all Bakura's doing? Had he turned Ryou
insane?

&&&

Bakura was waiting. He couldn't do
anything else. Ryou never removed his headphones. He had put the
music so loud Bakura could hear it clearly. The spirit wondered how
Ryou could sleep. Unless he was faking, but his snores sounded
genuine enough. Bakura smiled. His anger had worn off a bit and now,
he found himself watching Ryou sleeping... again. Damn, he looked
cute. His right arm was hanging from the bed, while his left hand was
holding protectively the music player against his chest. His mouth
was slightly open. His eyelids were trembling, indicating that the
boy was probably dreaming. If only Bakura had still the ability to
mess with Ryou's dreams.

The ghostly form remained unmoving for
a few hours. It was ten past four when what Bakura had been waiting
for finally happened. The music stopped. The iPod's battery was
empty.

For a few seconds, Bakura hesitated.
Ryou looked so peaceful. How could anybody in their right mind be
considering what Bakura was about to do? Well, it's not like Bakura
wanted to do this. He had to.

"WAKE UP!"

Ryou's eyes opened. He didn't feel
good. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. His
head couldn't comprehend what was going on. It didn't took him long
however to finally figure it all out.

"Now, you're going to have to
listen to me."

Ryou stared at the music player in his
hand. No more battery. "No..." His voice sounded so broken.
Bakura winced. Ryou left his bed and began searching through the bag
he had taken with him to Egypt. He had barely touched his contents
since he came back.

Bakura sighed. He knew exactly what
Ryou was looking for. "And what are you going to do once you get
that thing's charger? You can't keep running away from me forever you
know." Bakura tried to sound calm, but his voice had a hint of
urgency.

Ryou tried hard to ignore the voice. He
couldn't lose his mind now. Not when he had found a way to fight back
the illusion. "Please..." he whispered. "It must be
somewhere..." He froze when his fingers came in contact with
something familiar he hadn't been looking for. Ryou's lips began to
quiver as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill
once more. Slowly, he pulled the large black coat out of the bag. It
was all wrinkled from being stuffed carelessly at the bottom of the
bag. Ryou hugged it against his chest and closed his eyes. A single
tear managed to escape.

"Bakura..."

If the spirit had still had a real
heart of his own, he probably would have felt it shatter.

Ryou sobbed.

Bakura knew there wasn't anything he
could do to help. Not until Ryou came to his senses and realized
Bakura never left him.

"I'm here. I know you don't
believe it. But I'm still here."

"N-No..." Ryou slowly shook
his head. "Y-You're just something I made u-up... because it's
t-too hard to accept the truth."

Sighing, Bakura realized he wouldn't be
able to change his former host's point of view. Not tonight at least.
Maybe he should leave Ryou in peace until morning. The kid looked
like he needed it.

"Go to sleep," he said, the
sentence in-between an advice and an order. He hadn't expected Ryou
to nod though.

The teen stood, still holding the coat.
Bakura watched him return to the bed and slide under the sheets. Ryou
buried his face in the soft fabric of the coat.

"Good night, Bakura."

Bakura didn't answer. He knew Ryou
wasn't really addressing him.

&&&

Review responses:

J Chan: Thanks for
reviewing. Yes, Yami's gone. He went to the afterlife as shown at the
end of the anime.

Journey Maker: I agree, Ryou
should talk to Yuugi, but the problem is that Ryou thinks Yuugi
wouldn't believe him or even care. Bakura's probably going to bother
Ryou until Ryou really acknowledge him. Hopefully, he won't totally
break Ryou's mind ^^; I'm really glad you like the story.

nikki7716: I've always been
wondering about what happens after the last season of the anime.
Especially to Ryou, since he doesn't get any special scene during the
ending credits. I'm very happy that you like my stories. I guess I'd
better update Before Winter Ends.

ImmuneSys: Here's the
update. I hope you liked this chapter. Thans for reviewing.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

String of Fate