" The Final Judgement "
By JessieHeart
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"Yami…? What are you looking at?"
Yin-Yangs are such amazing, inspirational things. You can break them apart and put and amount of distance between the pieces, and they'll still only have one mate. One, single half in the entire universe that will make them whole. But the thing about yin-yangs that touched Bakura was the thing most people never go into deep thought about.
No matter how whole or complete a yin-yang gets, there will always be a darker half. A dividing line that connects, yet separates them.
"Yami, are you listening?"
Bakura looked at Ryou. This was the first time he was actually able to look into his Aibou's physical face.
Osiris had given Bakura his own body.
It felt so good to fill his own lungs with air, to walk on legs that were his own and not have to live like a parasite. Bakura almost thought that he had died, and his new life was a creation of heaven. He breathed in the scent of falling cherry blossom petals, the smell of certain spring and festival time.
Ryou tugged at the Millenium Ring that hung around Bakura's neck. "We're going to be late for the festival, and miss all the fun…"
Bakura gave him a usual half-smile, then pointed wordlessly at the cherry blossom tree across the street. Ryou stared, but he couldn't see what the big deal was.
He turned back, and Bakura was gone, walking towards the festival as if nothing had happened.
"Wait for me!" Ryou called, catching up. "Did you think you were going to leave me?"
The two stopped walking. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Me? Leave you? Just forsake everything that's happened?"
Ryou blushed. "Yeah, I guess…"
Bakura slipped his hand into his Aibou's, and smiled for real. No half-glance or smirk, but a genuine smile of someone who cared.
"Never."
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By JessieHeart
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"Yami…? What are you looking at?"
Yin-Yangs are such amazing, inspirational things. You can break them apart and put and amount of distance between the pieces, and they'll still only have one mate. One, single half in the entire universe that will make them whole. But the thing about yin-yangs that touched Bakura was the thing most people never go into deep thought about.
No matter how whole or complete a yin-yang gets, there will always be a darker half. A dividing line that connects, yet separates them.
"Yami, are you listening?"
Bakura looked at Ryou. This was the first time he was actually able to look into his Aibou's physical face.
Osiris had given Bakura his own body.
It felt so good to fill his own lungs with air, to walk on legs that were his own and not have to live like a parasite. Bakura almost thought that he had died, and his new life was a creation of heaven. He breathed in the scent of falling cherry blossom petals, the smell of certain spring and festival time.
Ryou tugged at the Millenium Ring that hung around Bakura's neck. "We're going to be late for the festival, and miss all the fun…"
Bakura gave him a usual half-smile, then pointed wordlessly at the cherry blossom tree across the street. Ryou stared, but he couldn't see what the big deal was.
He turned back, and Bakura was gone, walking towards the festival as if nothing had happened.
"Wait for me!" Ryou called, catching up. "Did you think you were going to leave me?"
The two stopped walking. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Me? Leave you? Just forsake everything that's happened?"
Ryou blushed. "Yeah, I guess…"
Bakura slipped his hand into his Aibou's, and smiled for real. No half-glance or smirk, but a genuine smile of someone who cared.
"Never."
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