[fic] Theme 076 "Books", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; G}
Guys, I have a freaking midterm on Friday. Already. Like, what is this.
Well, at least the Victoria Day long weekend is coming up!
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 076.
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: G
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: There are no fairytale endings in this world.
Disclaimer: (takes slip of paper) I'm apparently the 351,834th person in line to go to court to fight for the copyrights. ...Yeah, doesn't look like I'll make it in this lifetime.
Spoilers: End of series.
Warnings/Notes: Again, I took a stretch in interpreting the prompt.
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There are no fairytale endings in this world.
Bakura Ryou watches his friend grow quieter and quieter each passing day, his lips almost drawn to a permanently flat line. Bakura Ryou watches his friend's grades continue to fall, bordering fail, and witnesses their teachers' futile attempts to make him work harder. Bakura Ryou watches his friend slip away from them, slowly out of their grasps as he hides in his solitary bubble. Bakura Ryou watches and watches, but there is little else he can do except to be ready if his friend ever needs someone to talk to.
As of late, his diary has been full of entries of worry.
He can understand to a certain degree why his friend is feeling this way. But even with his connections with the Sennen Items he can only understand so much. After all, the bond he had shared with the Ring's spirit was nothing like the one between the Puzzle's spirit and wielder.
His had cared little about him; more was his intent on defeating the Nameless Pharaoh - a battle that should have ended 3,000 years ago! - that he was more or less simply a stepping stone, a tool, in his plan. Sometimes Bakura Ryou envies his friend, to have had a confidant so close, always ready to defend and protect for reasons other than revenge. It was for genuine care for each other, and perhaps love that should never have blossomed.
But now he wonders if he has gotten the better end of the stick.
Of course it had hurt when the spirit of the Ring had vanished - they had, in spite of grudging unwillingness - shared the same body for two years, and time alone had allowed him to somewhat accept that he would never be the same again. It had still felt like ripping his soul into two when the spirit had disappeared.
Bakura Ryou will not lie and say he misses the spirit; he really does not. He does not need to live each day in jumpiness and anxiety, he does not need to sleep uneasily, and he does not need to worry he is the cause of some disaster down the street. Because the Ring is gone for good.
He wonders if the Sennen Items were a blessing or a curse.
Bakura Ryou watches his friend mumble to himself, forgetting that there are people around him. Bakura Ryou watches his friend stare out the window mindlessly, eyes glossed over, not paying attention in class. Bakura Ryou watches his friend break a little bit each day.
He wonders if there will ever be someone who can piece him back together. He doubts the possibility of this, but he hopes and hopes, because no one deserves a fairytale ending more than Motou Yuugi.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 463
Authoress Notes: I haven't written much of anything from Ryou's POV, so here's another try.