A/N: Um... this has no point... it's a drabble... but if you've got writer's block (like me!), this might cure it...
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He took his hand into his and studied it, curiosity and fear spreading throughout his face as he looked down at the sparkling silver liquid.
"Metallic..." He whispered, word almost invisible, he continued, never looking up from his gaze, "You're not human..."
"I'm an Angel," The other replied with the same subtle manner, head dropping down to his chest, crestfallen, "You're a Demon... we were never suppose to be, you know as well as I do that we both knew this... denial... pushing away the bitterness our races have head for so long..."
Bakura let go of Ryou's hand and looked up, the workds he spoke cut deeper than any sword, any talon. The realization hit him hard in the face, waking up feelings he's held for so long.
Ryou had silent tears running down his face, everything has to end. This all has to end. He felt dizzy, only... why did it have to end this way?
"I love you, but... please leave me."
The bluntness of the words spoken by the Angel startled the Demon. Extreme rage and confusion spread throughout his mind, but deep down in his frozen hear, there was extreme sadness and then there was a part of him that knew this was how it all has to end.
Green eyes bore into the other's impassive face, looking for a sign of, at least, agreement, submission. All he saw was a slight flicer in the crimson eyes. Denial, perhaps?
"Denile is not a river in Egypt," Ryou said gently, as he always did. The corners of his mouth curving into a reluctant smile.
bakura bit his tongue, but he just couldn't hold it anymore.
"GOD BLESS!" He yelled, not caring if the words he spoke insulted Ryou, "BLESSIT RYOU! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST-"
He stopped suddenly, realizing he sounded like a child without its candy. Ryou, however was unfazed, and smiled one last time at the Demon.
And quite suddenly, he was gone, leaving nothing more than some scattered metallic dust in his wake.
"N-no..." Bakura stuttered shakily, vainly trying to clutch the air where Ryou was a second ago, only to come up with a handful of the same metallic dust.
"Y-you... can't..."
Then he stopped, looking down at something glittering at his feet. A necklace. He held it up, it was a clear, teardrop shaped orb with silver liquid in it.
"Blood..." Even to his ears, the word took a long time to register, then something clicked, and his hand closed around the necklace.
"The... final key... ultimate sacrifice..."
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A/N: And the rest... I leave to your imagination... -bows- However, note that this will probably NOT be continued... unless I make a separate story or extend this for a one-shot.. hmm... Anyway, did the writer's block move a little bit? Sorry if it didn't, but uh, yeah, as I said, this drabble is nothing major... Reviews are appreciated as always, of course. xP