A Hundred Tears to Wipe Away
Summary: Bakura goes to forgive Ryou for all of the things he's apologized for.
Warnings: Angst,Fluff and Shonen-Ai
Disclaimer: do you really think that I would write this kind of stuff on a site if I owned the show? This would be happening on the show, nods
Author's Note: Yes, this is a continuation of 'A Thousand Roses to Say I'm Sorry', therefore it's the continuation of the evil, sappy, angsty, plot bunny that is STILL haunting me. So much for this being the way to get rid of it...
Anways ...does anyone else notice how boring the line across the page is? I mean seriously, unfortunately I don't have anything short enough to put here so I'm going to use it ..but that doesn't mean that I like it..nods
Ryou sat in Bakura's bed, trying to strain his ears so that he could hear what was going on in the next bedroom. He had heard Bakura enter the house and had been waiting for ten minutes for something to happen. But nothing happened, Bakura had yet to leave Ryou's room.
It couldn't take that long to take off a couple of flowers and figure out what was going on. And Ryou had placed the note to him in a place that he thought Bakura was notice, especially since the bed hadn't been touched since he made it yesterday.
Surely Bakura would have been over here by now if he really wanted to be.
Ryou felt tears come to his eyes again and Ryou shook his head in an attempt to make them go away. He didn't want to cry right now, what if Bakura came in? What would Bakura think of him?
With that in mind, Ryou blinked back his tears and tried to smile. Then he heard his door open and close. Ryou jumped up happily and sat back in a way that he hoped was eluring and waited for the door to open.
But the door didn't open and Ryou could hear footsteps go down the hallway without pausing.
Ryou felt those tears come back in a rush and this time Ryou didn't even try to blink them back. Bakura had found his apologizes, and his notes, and yet he didn't want to come in here. He didn't care enough about Ryou to want to come in here and forgive him.
He had really screwed up this time! Ryou shouldn't have yelled at Bakura for something as stupid as hair in the shower sink. It was dumb and it hadn't even taken that much time to clean up. There weren't that many of them in the first place. Had Ryou thought about that? No, of course not. He had just yelled at Bakura and now Bakura was mad at him. Now Bakura was refusing to talk to him.
Now he lost the one person that meant that most to him.
Ryou was in hysterics now. He was crying more than he had ever cried before, even that one time when Yami had tackled him during a game and Ryou had broken his arm. Ryou's breathes were coming in pants and it was so hard to get enough oxygen. Yet he couldn't stop enough to regain his breathing, the tears just wouldn't top falling now.
Bakura had been so nice to him too. He had spent probably a good hour or two putting up all of those damned flowers while Ryou had gone out to the grocery store. Bakura had even paid attention to what Ryou said so that he knew that when Ryou came home, he was going to go have a shower. Bakura had planned for that.
And Ryou had yelled at him before even figuring any of this out. If only he had looked at the calendar date. If only he had noticed his surrondings and seen all of the Valentine's Day stuff up. If only he had waited until after he got changed to yell at Bakura.
If only...
If only's were worth nothing in reality! This proved it! Where were if only's going to get him? No where! They weren't going to bring Bakura back. They weren't going to take back the awful things he had already said. They weren't going to make him feel better.
They weren't going to make Bakura realize how much he loved him.
Ryou turned over and slid under the covers, burying his head in the pillow as he continued to cry, inhaling the scent that was Bakura.
He was so wrapped up in his tears that he didn't hear the door open behind him. He didn't hear the soft footsteps of someone who came over to the bed. He didn't even feel the bed sink down as said person moved onto it.
"Ryou" Came a gentle voice. Ryou ignored it though, thinking that he was just his mind playing tricks on him in his dispair.
When it called again, Ryou shook his head ferciously against the pillow. "Go away! Leave me alone! I hurt enough already! Why do you have to do this to me? Why"
"Ryou" The voice asked one more time and then Ryou found the blanket that had seperated him from the world ripped off of his back. "Ryou, what's wrong"
Ryou didn't struggle as Bakura lifted Ryou up and craddled him to his chest. Ryou didn't stop crying though, in fact Ryou started crying even more.
"Ryou, it's okay. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. I didn't leave you. I'm back. Come on Ryou, cheer up please." Bakura tried to comfort him, stroking his hair and holding him close.
Ryou knew that Bakura was holding him. Ryou knew that Bakura was right there in front of him. Ryou knew that Bakura hadn't left. But there was nothing Ryou could do to stop crying. He just couldn't stop. He wanted to, really he did. It just wasn't working right.
Ryou didn't know what was going on. All of the years that he had been alive, when he cried if he wanted to stop, it was that easy! However, today something was wrong. Maybe all the stress that he had been going through lately was overtaking him. Maybe all of the tears that he had held back earlier were trying to fall now. Maybe something had happened to him while he was being lifted by Bakura and he had broken something.
Maybe he was just that overwhelmed that Bakura had come back to him.
Bakura said nothing else as Ryou cried away. He just sat there and rubbed Ryou's back in comfort, as a small way to let Ryou know that Bakura was still there. As a small way to reassure Ryou that he wasn't planning on leaving Ryou anytime soon.
Suddenly, Bakura lifted Ryou away from him and put him on the pillow. Ryou tried to move back. Ryou tried to rebury his sorrows in Bakura's shoulder, but Bakura held him back.
As Ryou sat on that pillow, crying hysterically, Bakura reached out and wiped away one of his tears. Then another one, and another one.
Ryou was startled by the gesture but Bakura kept going. Ryou was so intrigued by what Bakura was doing that he didn't even notice that his crying was slowing down.
Suddenly Ryou just wasn't crying anymore. Ryou realized it in awe as Bakura stopped wiping tears away because there were no more left.
"Thank you." Ryou said softly.
"It was my pleasure." Bakura smiled as he pulled Ryou in closer. "No matter what happens Ryou, I will be here to wipe away all of your tears. That's my vow to you, okay"
Ryou nodded as he snuggled up to Bakura.
Then he realized why he had been crying and why Bakura had probably come up here in the first place. "I ruined our Valentine's Day, didn't I"
"Of course not." Bakura replied. "After all, it's our Valentine's Day. We can have it whenver we want."
Ryou nodded again. That's right. It was their Valentine's Day. Who said they had to have it right now?
Besides, Ryou noted as he reached up to play with Bakura's hair, this was as good of a way as any to start Valentine's Day. Just having Bakura hold him like this was a good way to start any day.
Here, he was home.
Here, he was safe.
Here, he was loved.
Here, he had someone to wipe away his hundreds of tears.
The End
(A/N: yeah okay, so that that went right into the angst but I think that it's a nice way to finish the fic...now I'm going to go and write a happy go-lucky Valentine's Day fic nods or at least I will try to )