Necropolis demon
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Necro: here we go! An alternative ending for those Bakura/Ryou people out there
You know, at the very start of this fic I never thought of making this ending because it would mean extra work for me but…everyone has been so nice to me in my first few months here in ff net. SO yeah, I made this bonus as a sign of gratitude, thanks is not enough to express my deepest thanks to all.
This is to be read by ignoring the sethryou chap 22.
Destined DuelChapter 22 Love You Forever: Bakura ending
Just like that, a dying man passed away contented…Seth…was gone, and the grieving continued. They were all gone now…Bakura, Seth, Mahado, Mana…only Malik was left. These losses…Ryou thought these losses were his doing. High priest Seth was the last…his request had been simple…a kiss…and Ryou gave it.
But somehow…it seemed off…Seth loved Ryou, Ryou now knew; why else would the priest ask a kiss from him?
But he, Ryou, did not love him…he didn't even weep as hard as one would think he would weep.
Why was that? It was probably because, he had wept harder for someone else…and that someone was Bakura.
Bakura died…with pride in his dead eyes…but then again, there were so many unspoken words from him…
Did Bakura love him?
Ryou could remember…how he held the dying thief's hand…something that was so strong, turned weak and brittle…
And those pained gasps…they were hesitant…concealing.
Then realization came to Ryou like a ton of bricks…he actually loved the thief…the numbness he felt after the thief had ceased to live, that was despair upon losing a lover…and how could he have not realized it? It was in Bakura's eyes… the same as it was in Atemu and Seth's.
It was in those dangerously venomous eyes, they said 'I love you'…and how could Ryou not have noticed all this time?
Was he really so shallow, that he didn't notice those adoring eyes?
And the way the thief sadly smiled, content that Ryou would weep for him… he was happy that his loved one would care…
So truth be told…it wasn't lust that drove Bakura to kiss him in the past…it was love.
And Ryou simply HAD to question it! Now…Bakura was dead…
Gone…dead…
The white blond would have cried…but he seemed to have run out of tears…
Malik was shaking him, but he wouldn't move. From a dangerously close distance, the battle seemed to be advancing towards the shrine…they had to run before the fight engulfed them as well. But Ryou wouldn't move…he just sat there, staring blackly…not even noticing how the number of dead corpse around him was increasing.
'He loved me.' Thought Ryou, thinking…desperately reminiscing those memories of Bakura.
Bakura wasn't a bad person…Bakura was good…so how could Ryou have doubted him when his eyes clearly spoke of love?
How could Ryou not have seen the emotion in the tomb robber's dying eyes?
Now that Bakura was gone, everything was clear…Not only did Bakura love him…but also, he loved Bakura.
"Ryou! Snap out of it!" Malik yelled, then slapped Ryou hard across the face, "Pull yourself together Ryou…I know you're sad because everyone else is dead but please…don't let their deaths take you with them!"
But still, Ryou wouldn't move.
Agitated, Malik roughly pulled Ryou into a standing position and directed his face towards Seth's dead body, "Look at that Ryou! There's a man who died protecting you! Worse of all…he loved you dearly but he's gone now!" he said, pointing at Seth's lifeless body…oh Seth.
That woke Ryou up…though he didn't love Seth; the man did love him…and did die for him.
"Are you going to just stay here and cry all day? Coz that would be such a shame!"
Yes…it would be such a shame, and it would be a selfish thing to do…to find the easy way out and quit living.
It would be worse though if it were Bakura's dead body beside him…he would never leave, but Bakura wouldn't like that… Bakura wouldn't like it too if he died as well.
There was nothing else he could do…they were dead, lamenting for them would be just that, lamenting…it wouldn't bring them all back…it wouldn't bring Bakura back. And if Ryou does end up dying …then those deaths would have been in vain.
"I love you Bakura." That was the truth, but who else is there to hear it?
All of sudden, shadows seemed to engulf Malik and Ryou. They looked up, scared of the mist…just when Ryou didn't want to die anymore! As the shadows shrouded, the scene of the Egyptian shrine disappeared, the sounds of swords clashing vanished and was replaced with peace.
It all seemed like a dream to Ryou, because when he opened his eyes the present world was the same as he had left it. He was in the hospital resting in a room with walls so white you might have thought that you were already dead. Fortunately, he was not.
"Ryou you're awake!" came a relieved Yugi's voice. The gang was in Ryou's room, probably worried sick for their pale friend.
"Yugi…everyone…what happened?" asked Ryou, though partly he knew; from ancient Egypt he and Malik had been sent back to Domino through the magic of the shadow realm.
"Well…you and Kaiba were on the school rooftop dueling when this bizarre storm came out of nowhere and short circuited your duel disks." Explained Tea.
"Where's Malik?" asked Ryou, weary of his situation, "And Kaiba, is he all right?"
"Kaiba's in another room with Mokuba tending to him, but Malik? You're probably still tired Ryou…" spoke Tristan.
"Well, where is he?"
"We dunno, haven't seen him since Battle City…in Egypt probably…why?" said Joey; ah…so Malik never came back to Domino to help with the time traveling.
"And the prophecy?"
"Prophecy? What prophecy?" asked Yugi; so there was no prophecy either…
It was all just a dream…from the very beginning it was all a dream. He had never traveled to ancient Egypt…he had never met the high priest Seth or the pharaoh Atemu…he was never rescued by the great Thief King Bakura…
There was no romance…there was no threat to the world…
And the Shadow Realm was certainly in balance with this world…
It was all a dream…
Bakura was a dream…
Bakura!
Upon realizing that Bakura was supposed to be his Yami, Ryou searched for his millennium ring…but it wouldn't show itself.
"Yugi! Where's my ring?" the white blond asked frantically, oh maybe there was hope that Bakura was there…waiting for him.
"Um…yeah, about that." Came Yugi's timid reply, " when you fainted; you may not remember this but…the ring's cord broke and it err…"
"Your millennium ring fell off the edge of the school building." Tea continued.
"We tried looking for it but we couldn't find it anywhere." Tristan continued.
So that's it, the ring…his father's gift to him…Bakura's trophy…was gone, "I see…well, thank you for at least looking for it." Ryou gave out a sad smile.
Guess there was no hope for Bakura to come back…no hope for him to find his millennium ring again…absolutely no hope.
Why bother? Everything else was just a lie…the love, the adventure…those fleeing moments of glee…they were dreams…and this was reality; he would be going back to school, he would be studying hard…he would be hanging out with Yugi and the others…he would be back to being Ryou Bakura…no more of that 'Ryou of Japan' stuff…no more of that nonsense…
It saddened Ryou to think that it was all indeed his imagination…he had really hoped that there was a time when Bakura was nice…
But this was reality…and reality was where Ryou Bakura belonged…
It has been a week since Ryou had his strangely realistic dream…and it was now a Saturday, a day dedicated to relaxing and emptying one's mind from worry. And yet, Ryou couldn't help himself…he'd been thinking too much lately…though he had started to get over the fact that his fantasy was indeed just a fantasy, he still felt like something was wrong…missing.
It was a bright morning when Ryou decided to jog around the park for a while, to rid himself of some strenuous thoughts…he had declined Yugi's offer to play duel monsters at the Game shop since he felt the need to be alone for a while.
Just as he was jogging past the park's play ground, Ryou could've sworn that he heard the sound of a bell or some clanging sound similar to chimes…thinking it was the millennium ring calling him, he stopped and turned around, only to be disappointed upon finding an ice cream vendor there selling ice cream to the playing children.
He continued to jog and this time saw the flash of gold from a distance, he turned but still…no Bakura, it was just some middle-aged woman sitting on a bench, reading a book with her gold-framed eyeglasses.
Ryou sighed in defeat…he had to get Bakura out of his system; he had to drive this dream of his out.
Again he jogged and from that point onwards, he didn't stop for anything…until he was tired and thirsty, so for a while, he sat on a park bench and rested, cursing himself for forgetting to bring his wallet so he could buy some bottled water from a nearby store.
Unexpectedly, a bottle of water was given to him out of kindness, "What?" he looked up slowly.
"You look thirsty, here." Said a voice…that seemed oddly familiar.
Ryou knew he had heard this voice before…but from where? His gaze moved from the bottle to the strong hand offering it…up the sleeved arm…to the neck…then the face.
The sun shined brightly behind the stranger, and Ryou couldn't see his face…he took the bottled water since he was so thirsty and thanked the stranger who seemed to smirk back at him.
The man sat beside him and Ryou allowed him to. As Ryou drank from the bottle, he could feel a pair of eyes watching, the stranger's eyes…when Ryou had finished, he turned to look back at those eyes.
There was amber…like fire…and so close to the red of wine… like Bakura's eyes. The shock on Ryou's face must have been apparent since the stranger looked worried for a second, "You ok? You look as if you've seen as ghost…however cliché that must sound to you…" the man said.
This stranger…was dressed in a simple black colored long-sleeved button-down shirt and a pair of white slacks. His eyes were red like Bakura's were…his skin though was fairer than the thief king's. But what shocked Ryou the most was that same white blond hair style and that dangerous expression…this man, was an exact duplicate of Bakura, minus the scarred eye and tanned complexion.
No wonder the man's voice was so familiar…he'd heard it a hundred times in his head!
This man was Bakura…right?
"Oh, um…don't mind me…I just, err…haven't met anyone from around here who has the same hair color as mine." Ryou responded.
"Well I'm new."
"My name's Ryou…you?"
"…Kura."
…Kura…eerie how that name fits him…
The two became friends, Kura was going to be a transfer at Ryou's school and the two white blonds were going to be classmates.
As the months passed…Ryou healed from the heartbreak of losing Bakura…because, in a sense, he never did lose the man.
Instead he got him back…and this time Bakura had a body…
Eventually, Ryou was once again reunited with his millennium ring, having found it in one of the school's dumpsters…but of course Bakura's soul wasn't in it, it was as if Bakura was never sealed. Nevertheless, he wore it always…and eventually, he came to tell Kura about the ring and its story.
And Kura would listen apprehensively…just as Bakura had listened to Ryou in the past…
"You don't believe me don't you? You think I'm crazy?" Ryou said in the middle of one of his stories.
"I believe you Ryou." Kura smirked, "I believe you…"
Then Kura would kiss Ryou and that would be the end of it.
Because deep inside Kura knew it was true…he had those dreams too.
Necro: THE END…Again…
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I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE WHO HAS ACCOMPANIED ME THROUGHOUT THIS JOURNEY OF WRITING. I HOPE THAT I WILL SEE (OR READ SINCE WE INDIRECTLY KNOW EACH OTHER) MORE OF YOU PEOPLE.
WRITING THIS HAS BEEN FUN.
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