Bakurasgirl: WOW! SO MANY REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Bakura: So do I! Come on, Seto. Dance!
Seto: I am not dancing!
Bakura: Sing, Yami Yugi!
Yami: …..
Bakuras baby: Wowwypops for everybody!
Sailor Isis: Yeah, his dad is a bastard. Jessica is bad. Evil woman!
Dark Raven: Well, I’m glad you reviewed. I hope you like the fic so far.
Beholder of the Shadows: Well, I’m glad Bakura has a lot to say about my fics. Ain’t he a sweetie?
Stupid Kid 4 and blah: Jessica and Ryou’s dad are stupid. They may get even more stupider.
Wingdings: Get Jessica for me, too.
Gin-Ryuchan: I want to say that I personally loved your review. I thought it was great. The fact he doesn’t agree with his son is one thing, to hire a prostitute to change him is downright sick. She even touches Ryou when he fights her. This is similar to an assault that happened to me. This is why I put it in. I guess that is why writing that scene was difficult, but it came out really well.
Digi: Seto in next chappie. And he is normal.
Negacat: yes, Jessica was portrayed as nasty because she is. I thought she was a great character. So sad. I’m glad you liked my stories. I appreciate the praise.
Ssjgoddesschico: I’m sorry, Jessica, I didn’t mean to name her after you. I picked all these names from my group in grade school whom I hated with a passion. This is why they are villains in my story. This is the group that teased me and called me worthless. They said I had no talent and was going to go now where in life. Look at me now! I got people who love me *hugs reviewers *, a great paying job with benefits, and an English master’s degree! They don’t even know I make them look like morons in my fics! HAHAHAHAHHA! Sorry.
Cheesepuff: Need I remind you I love your fanart? No. Do you want to hear it? Yes. I love your fanart and I love your reviews!
Queen of Demon Dragons: DIE ANZU!
GOC: Ryou’s dad becomes a royal PITA. (I don’t mean the bread)
Berrieberrie: Yes he is an ass. I wanted him to act differently than the other fics where he just blindly accepts Ryou. What if he was a real pain about it? That is what this fic is all about.
NOTES: This chappie has three different parts of view. If Ryou is talking, the section will say “Ryou’s POV” and the same with Bakura. Those without labels are in no one’s point of view, just narration.
In The Arms of An Angel
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
Ryou’s
POV
I leaned against the door
sobbing. My father hates me. That’s all that ran through my mind as I
leaned against the wood. I wanted my
father to accept me, but he doesn’t.
Bakura loves me. That is all
that matters to me. I saw his face when
I told him my father caught us. He was
shocked. I don’t feel ashamed for what
I’ve done. I love Bakura and no matter
what my father says, I want to be with him.
If I go back on my vows, I couldn’t live with myself. I love him too much to hurt him. My father told me he refused to celebrate my
birthday because he claims I betrayed him.
In a way, I guess I did. But it
hurts. I wanted nothing more for my
father to come in with open arms and say he was sorry for hitting me. I want him to forgive me. He won’t listen to me.
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I stood against the door listening
to the sobs within. My hikari was in
more than just physical pain. He was
torn: obey your father or follow your heart.
I never knew the power of love until Ryou showed me. He taught me. I was concerned about him.
He hasn’t placed a barrier to our mindlink since we were hitched. Never having a father myself, I could only
imagine what was going through my hikari’s mind. When I saw that woman put her hands on him, it reminded me of
myself and the way I used to be. His
face was so full of terror and panic, I couldn’t help remembering my hideous
old self.
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
I moved to the window in my bedroom
and looked outside at the back yard.
That is where it happened. That
is where I had the happiest moment of my life.
That is when all this bliss began.
All my friends were there. I
vowed to love Bakura there for the rest of my life. [Bakura,
my immortal half, with this ring, a symbol of immortality, I pledge my
love, my dedication, and my fidelity. Till death do us part, yami.] He doesn’t know how happy he made me that day. I put the ring on my finger and I look at
the inscription. ‘together forever’. I
love Bakura. My father forbids me to
wear the ring, but I can’t do what he wishes.
I remembered when Bakura put the ring on my finger. That night, while we watched the sunset,
everything was different. Everything
was beautiful. Time stood still and
that sunset Ra created was meant for us alone.
Let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
Bakura
knocked and turned the doorknob slowly.
Bakura slowly opened the door and stared at Ryou by the window. The couple stared into each other’s eyes not
knowing what the other was thinking.
Ryou looked down at the ground averting his yami’s eyes. Both of them were speechless and for the
first time since their marriage, the first time since they known each other,
neither of them could say anything to the other.
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
Ryou
is everything to me. Everything. I suddenly saw my angel, my Ryou, so happy
and full of life. He stood by the
window upset and I knew there was nothing I could say that would make
everything better, the way it was. That
encounter with that…woman shook him.
With one massive jolt, he opened up his mindlink again. I wanted to stagger back. All his feelings rushed into my brain and
throbbed. He was hurt. He felt there was nothing left for him
besides me. I wanted to take him away
from this pain, to whisk him away with me.
Now my angel stood there, shoulders dropped, tears overflowing in his
eyes, his angel wings clipped and broken.
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
He looked like he was in pain. His eyes were glassy and almost looked like
he wanted to fall over. Ryou hadn’t
eaten all day and I could tell that his body was trying to cope with the stress
of simply standing straight. I slowly
approached my Ryou like I did when he offered me his hand before our
ceremony. I sheepishly took it, but I wanted
to grasp it tightly and never let go of his soft hand and his loving touch. I pledged to my mortal half that I would
dedicate my life to his contentment and to his protection. I pledge that we shall never part.
We
both looked at each other remembering our vow.
We were like our Change of Heart: one side light, one side dark. One side angel, the other was devil. We were inseparable.
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
I opened my arms to him. I wanted to give him a chance. He stood there looking at me as if through a
tunnel. Like he was far away. With a suppressed whimper, he threw himself
into my arms. My angel stood there in
my arms as I rocked him side to side trying to calm him. His body relaxed and he encircled his
heavenly arms around me enveloping me in his embrace. He sniffled and bit my shoulder and even then his wailing
penetrated through the house. I could
feel his entire body relax. He clutched
onto me as if his life depended on it.
He felt safe with me. This is
where I wanted him to be. This is where
he belongs.
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
I clutched onto Bakura tightly. When my father pinned me to the table,
cutting off my air, I remembered how Cinetti held me against the metal
fence. He kicked me in the side sending
me collapsing to the ground. Above me,
the crowds laughed at us. Bakura was on
the ground gripping his head, his fingers being coated with his own blood. I grabbed my stomach as the air was kicked
out of me. Bakura and I suffered together once and now we suffered together
again. Bakura stood in front of Cinetti
again to protect me. The crowd laughed
at us…our pain. If we were anyone else,
who knows if they would have helped us.
Now my father was one of those faces in the crowd…..laughing at us. The crowd’s deafening roar of laughter
overwhelmed us, but my Bakura was strong.
He protected me. Like the others
in the crowd, my father is laughing at us, hoping we will stay on the ground
where we belong.
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
I knew we couldn’t keep this charade
up for long. I can’t hide my love for
him. I tried all day and night. How easy would it have been if my father
accepted me for who I am. But no…I am a
‘what’ now to him. He doesn’t love me….my
mom did. I know she wants me
happy. I remember seeing her in my room
the first night Bakura held me in his arms while I slept.
Bakura told me all about my mother
turning me into a baby to teach Bakura how to care for me. It worked.
Bakura learned to care for me.
That morning he threw me into a cold shower making me ill. He told me he took me to the doctor, and the
doctor said I was very ill. When I
returned back to normal, I had developed pneumonia. My yami stayed by my side the entire time. Bakura said my mother returned to us to see
me one last time. She said she came to check on her child and she brushed my
hair lovingly like Bakura. He pledged
to her that he would take care of me. That
was the first time he said he loved me.
I opened my eyes and there was
my mother. I called for her, “Mommy!”. Bakura said she kissed me. She knew about Bakura’s love for me and she
didn’t object. (For my new reviewers, this is all in Nanny Bakura also
written by me).
It don't make no difference
escaping one last time
Ryou leaned up and kissed Bakura. Tears were running down both of their
cheeks. Bakura moved his hands to caress
Ryou’s cheek as he whimpered into the kiss.
Ryou’s hands fluttered up Bakura’s shirt in the back. Ryou gripped onto Bakura’s skin and rubbed
it.
It's easier to believe in this
sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Ryou slowly fell to the ground. His knees were weak and his body collapsed
onto the floor. Bakura slid down to the
ground with him still supporting him making sure his lover didn’t fall. Ryou looked up at Bakura with starry
eyes. “I …I don’t want to leave you, Bakura! Don’t let me go! Please! Just hold me
here.”
Bakura rocked Ryou in his arms. “I was so worried about you, Ryou! I never want you to feel like you have to
block me. I want to know what you are
feeling. I want to know if you are
upset. I want to know when you are
happy. I want you to trust me. Ryou, you scared me.”
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
I cannot believe my dad did this to
me. He paid a woman…to give me a
birthday present, a present which I did not want. She touched me…and I hated it.
When I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she sat on me. She touched me….I was terrified. When she said that I wanted it, panic seized
me and I pleaded with her the way I pleaded with Bakura. I had to leave losing everything I ate in
the bathroom upstairs. I was
revolted. I heard a commotion
downstairs and I locked myself in my room afraid she would come upstairs to my
room and….force herself on me. She was
dirty. She didn’t love me. Bakura does. Bakura loves me and I can sense it. I was nothing but a price tag to her. Wait a minute. Am I just that
to my dad? My dad paid this woman to
come over and coax me away from Bakura for a price.
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
I spoke to him between my
gasps. “Please, Bakura. Don’t let me go. You are everything to me.”
He kept his arms wrapped around he as he rubbed his cheek against my
hair. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I
won’t, Ryou. I’ll be with you until the
end. No matter what your father
says. I will love you and I will wear
my ring on me.” Bakura removed the
chain from the ring and gave the ring to me.
I held the little ring, the symbol of our vows, in my open hand. He offered me his hand. He still loved me. He wasn’t going to leave me even though we knew though times were
ahead. I wiped my eyes and I slipped
the ring onto his finger.
With
a gasp and a quiet sob of joy, I held his hand now adorned with his ring. “Bakura…my immortal half, *sniff * with this
ring, a symbol of immortality, I pledge my love *sniff *, my dedication *sob *,
and my fidelity.” I looked him in the
eye. “Until death do us part…..my love…my
yami.”
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
Ryou’s POV
Bakura and I sat on the floor for a long time. I dreaded hearing the front door open. I knew who it would be. My father almost killed me. I didn’t want Bakura to leave me because I didn’t know how far he would go next time. I heard the front door open and I panted heavily. My heart beat so furiously that it gave me chest pains. I prayed it wasn’t that woman’s pimp coming back to get us. I prayed it wasn’t Cinetti. I prayed it wasn’t my dad. I prayed whoever it was would just go away. I heard footsteps come up the stairs and I whimpered into Bakura’s shoulder. “Yami, don’t let him get me! Please, yami, don’t let him get me!” Shivering and quaking, the yami held onto me. When the door opened, I let out a scream and I turned away afraid to face the wrath of anybody. I felt not a slap or a forceful grip, but the soothing hand of another boy. I looked at it adorned with a Blue Eyes White Dragon Silver ring. I looked up and saw the sympathetic face of Seto Kaiba.