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

&&&

Chapter
3: Feeling

"Thanks
for listening to me," Ryou said before taking a spoonful of
whipped creamed.

"It's
nothing," Honda answered. He just regretted he had offered to
pay the bill. Ryou had just ordered his second strawberry parfait and
Honda wondered just how much food his friend was planning to eat.
"You know, you should also tell Yuugi."

Ryou
kept the spoon in his mouth. His throat hurt when he swallowed the
cream. No, he could never... It was too much for him. He didn't want
to face Yuugi about Bakura. It would feel way too awkward.

"I
can't..."

"It's
just going to be worse if you keep silent." Honda rubbed the
back of his head. "You know, Yuugi's worried sick about you."

"Just
tell him I'm fine," Ryou said dryly.

"Even
if he believes you, it would still be a lie. Why don't you tell him
everything? It makes you feel miserable keeping silent."

Ryou
bit his lips. "I... thought he would have understood..."
Those words fell from his mouth like acid. "Bakura was the half
of my soul. I thought Yuugi would have understood that better than
anyone else." He clenched his fists under the table.

"So
you call him 'Bakura'," Honda noticed.

Taken
aback, Ryou felt his sudden anger vanish. "Y-yes..."

"You
know, I can honestly say Yuugi has no clue he hurt you. After all, he
is clueless about a lot of things when games aren't concerned.
If you don't tell him, he most likely won't figure it out by
himself."

Ryou
sighed, almost in defeat. "I'll... think about it..." He
wished Bakura was still here to tell him what to do. Ryou always
found it difficult to make decisions by himself.

"Okay,"
Honda said. "I'm not forcing you to either. I just think it
would be best for the two of you."

Ryou
just nodded in acknowledgment. "You know..." he said after
a few seconds. Honda raised an eyebrow. "… I still hear
him... I know he's not here anymore but... It almost feels
like he is. It frightens me..."

Honda
didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. Maybe the prospect that
the spirit of the Ring was still here scared him.

Ryou
finished his parfait in silence. Once he was done, he stood. "I
should go, I don't want to disturb you any longer. You probably have
things to do." It was Ryou's way of saying he wanted to be
alone. Honda understood that.

"Okay.
See you on Monday at school."

"…
Yeah... at school..." Ryou wasn't really eager to return to
school. But he couldn't keep locking himself at home all the time.
And going outside seemed to make him feel more... sane? He hadn't
been hearing Bakura for quite a while now.

Bakura...

Again,
that same twinge of sadness. As Ryou stepped outside the café,
he suddenly felt colder and wished he had the black coat with him. He
put his left hand in his pocket, fingers grasping the receipt from
the cleaner's.

Come
back to me.

&&&

Bakura
noticed Ryou's footsteps just as the teen stepped out of the
elevator, even though the spirit was inside the apartment. He was
boiling in anticipation. This time, Ryou wouldn't be able to consider
him as a mere figment of his imagination anymore.

It
felt like the key of the apartment took forever to unlock the door.
Bakura was ready to strike. Ryou finally stepped inside.

"I'm
home..." the white-haired boy said, mostly out of habit.

"Welcome
back home," Bakura said, loving the way Ryou let his bags fall
on the floor. "Had fun outside?"

Ryou's
face turned pale. "No... It cannot be..."

"Oh,
you father called," Bakura continued, almost matter-of-factly.
"He wanted to know if you've gotten your birthday present."

The
white-haired teen looked like he was frozen on the spot. Still, his
legs moved toward the small table in the living room where the
answering machine sat. A hand raised, shaking. Ryou was scared to
press on the button. The red blinking light looked almost aggressive.
He held his breath.

"You
have one new message." BEEP "Ryou,
it's me. Happy birthday. I'm sorry I didn't call before, I haven't
been able to, forgive me. I mailed you a present, I hope you got it.
I'll be staying at the hotel for a few days, you can call me if you
want. I hope you're okay." BEEP

Ryou didn't realize
he had fallen on his knees. It just couldn't be... And yet, there
could be no other explanation. It had to be the truth.

"Believe me
now?" Bakura said with satisfaction.

The boy turned to
Bakura but he still didn't dare to look. He was afraid. "It's
you... It's really you, right?" His voice sounded desperate yet
hopeful.

Bakura groaned. "Of
course, yes. That's what I've been trying to tell you for fucking
days. I'm here!"

Ryou's body began
shaking. "B-Bakura...!" He burst into sobs.

&&&

It took a while for
Ryou to stop crying. Bakura waited, forcing himself to stay patient.
The white-haired teen rubbed his eyes.

"Look at me,"
Bakura said. Ryou complied. Bakura smiled, with a smug look on his
face. "Finally. Was it that hard?"

Ryou shook his head
slowly. "But... how?"

"It looks like
I got expelled from the Ring," Bakura merely said. Ryou looked
at him almost in disbelief.

"That's it?
That's all the explanation you have?" Bakura shrugged. "What
does this mean?" Ryou continued to question. "What's going
to happen now?"

"Nothing."

Ryou blinked. "What
do you mean?"

"Aside from the
fact I'm not in the Ring anymore, nothing changed." It was a
lie. It changed a lot of things. But Bakura couldn't bring himself to
say it.

"So... does it
mean I can still feel you?" And yet, Ryou was
unintentionally forcing him to spit out the truth.

Bakura had tried to
touch Ryou to get his attention. It hadn't worked. They couldn't feel
each other anymore. With the Ring, he had been touch his host, the
artifact probably tricking Ryou's nerves in order to make him feel
the inexistent touch, making it real. But now...

"… I'm
sorry..." Bakura said.

Ryou's eyes widened.
"No... Please... Bakura, I need it...!" He raised his hand
in order to cup Bakura's cheek. The spirit made to move away but
wasn't fast enough. The hand went through Bakura's face. And Ryou
could feel nothing. "No..."

"Don't start
crying again," Bakura hissed. He didn't want to go back on
square one.

"Why, Bakura?"
Ryou begged. "Why?"

"I'm... more
like a ghost now."

"A ghost?"
Ryou began shaking. "So... you're dead?" Bakura
opened his mouth to answer but Ryou didn't let him. "He killed
you! Yuugi-kun killed you!"

"No, he
didn't."

"But-"

"No buts!"
Bakura shouted. Then, more calmly, he explained. "My physical
body died thousands years ago, when my soul got sealed up inside the
Ring. Nobody killed me."

The white-haired boy
looked very confused. "You mean you were once human?"

Bakura nodded. "I'll
tell you everything... later..."

Ryou realized he
knew almost nothing of Bakura's past. During all the time they had
spent together, the spirit never told him anything about it. Somehow,
it hurt. "You don't trust me?"

"It doesn't
have anything to do with you." Bakura sounded irritated. "Stop
blaming yourself about everything."

"I'm sorry."
Ryou suddenly felt very cold. He shivered. He desperately needed
Bakura's warmth. Was it really impossible for them to touch?

The spirit sighed
once more. "I'm here so what's with the long face?"

Yes, Bakura was
here. Even if he couldn't feel Bakura, he could still see him and
hear him. Ryou managed to smile. "I missed you."

Ryou's smile was
beautiful. The fact Ryou was smiling to Bakura made it even more
dazzling, the spirit realized. He had finally won. Ryou wouldn't
ignore him anymore. That made him feel warm. Could he still feel
like this?

&&&

"Bakura?"
Ryou said.

"Hm?"

The two of them were
watching television. Ryou was curled up on the couch and Bakura was
hovering next to him.

"If you're a
ghost, does it mean everybody can see you?" Ryou would never
admit it but he didn't want to share Bakura's presence with anybody.

"No,"
Bakura groaned. "You're the only one. That's why I was fucking
pissed off that you wouldn't listen to me."

"Oh."
Inwardly, Ryou was smiling. Bakura was still all his. Good thing.
"Sorry about this. I really thought you were gone and I was
losing my mind." He turned his head to look at Bakura. "I'm
really glad you're still with me." He wanted to move his face
closer to Bakura's, but he knew he would just feel emptiness. "Can
we still both go inside my soul room?" Ryou asked, though he
already knew the answer.

"I can't do
that anymore," Bakura said bitterly. Ryou bit his lips.

"Are you sure
there is no way for us to...?"

"I don't know.
I wasn't exactly given a ghost for dummies book."

"So maybe
there's a way!" Ryou exclaimed, his eyes full of hope.

Bakura shrugged.
"Maybe." He doubted it but kept his skepticism to himself.
Still... it would be nice if there was indeed a way.

"I'll go to the
occult shop and make research!"

The spirit rolled
his eyes. "Half of the stuff there is pure junk."

Ryou pouted.
"Spoilsport..." He yawned. "I'm tired..."

"Go to bed.
It's late." Bakura began to smirk. "Unless you plan on
staying up to watch a porn movie in the middle of the night." He
raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Ryou's face
instantly turned red. "B-Bakura! You...! That's...! How can you
say that?! Especially when you... when we... GAH!" The boy
turned off the television and bolted to his room.

Bakura couldn't stop
laughing. Hell, it had been a while since he had last teased Ryou
about that subject. Ryou's reaction was... cute. Bakura's
laughter increased.

"That's not
funny!" Ryou shouted from his room.

"Oh! Come on!
Don't tell me you're not used to it." He floated to Ryou's room.
The teen was in bed, hiding under his comforter. "Stop that."

Reluctantly, Ryou
poked his head out. He stuck out his tongue. "You're mean."

"You love it."

Ryou couldn't deny
it. For that reason and a lot more. He closed his eyes. "Good
night, Bakura."

Bakura didn't
answer. A few minutes later, a song murmured in a foreign language
could be heard. This song had lulled Ryou to sleep countless times.
He had never asked about its origins, afraid that Bakura would stop
singing it. The lullaby sounded nostalgic and almost too sweet for a
person like Bakura. There was really a lot of things he still didn't
know about the spirit.

Ryou let sleep
overcome him, wishing Bakura would never sing this song to anyone
else.
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