Title: Remember me
Author: MiyAsuka
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Kazuki Takahashi does.
Pairings: Tendershipping (Bakura/Ryou) and Deathshipping (Yami Malik/Ryou)
Rating: PG-13Warning: Yaoi
Summary: Ryou wakes up from coma with an amnesia. Will he be able to see the truth through Marik's lies?
Notes: A new fic. I hope you will enjoy it.
Prologue
Everything in the room was still. The only noise was a strident, constant beeping sound. It proved that the pale figure lying in the hospital bed was indeed alive, though he hadn't moved an inch for months. All the people the young man used to know had given up hope on him, even his own father. But... There was a man who was still hoping. A man who was still praying, even though he didn't believe in any deity. That man was sitting in the very same room. He was just as pale as the surroundings, aside from his red eyes full of sadness and pain.
"Ryou..." The shaky whisper was barely audible. The young man lying in the bed didn't stir. "I need you Ryou, I need you to come back..." Shamelessly, Bakura let his tears fall freely on his cheeks. He took Ryou's hand – the one that wasn't connected to all the tubes – in his. "The doctors said that it was a hopeless, that it'd be better to..." Bakura swallowed hard. "But I won't let them! I won't let them kill you Ryou!" He took the hand to his lips and gently kissed it. "I did not forget our promise. Nor will I ever. I-"
"Now, isn't that cute." A detestable voice said in a mocking tone.
Bakura felt angry at himself. How could he had been obvious to the sound of the door opening? He carefully set Ryou's hand back on the bed. He then stood and spun around, glaring at the newcomer. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Can't you even greet people politely? I'm appalled." Marik smirked. "You sure talked sweetly to your sleeping beauty earlier."
"Get out of here!" Bakura growled.
"Why? I've got as much right to be here as you do. You ca-"
Bakura grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Get out of here before I force you!"
"Come on, don't fight in front of sleepy-head over here. Even though he wouldn't really care."
With all his strength, Bakura pushed Marik outside the room. The door closed behind them. Everything in the room was, yet again, still. Nothing moved. Nothing could be heard beside a constant beeping. It lasted a long time. Then, it happened, though nobody was there to notice it. Subtle changes. The beeping pace changed. The young man's eyelids quivered, yet remained closed.
It didn't last. By the time Bakura returned, everything had become still again. He walked to Ryou's side and started stroking his lover's hair. He stayed there for a while, an hour or so. Then, his hand fell to his side.
"I'm going to eat something at the cafeteria. I'll be back soon."
Reluctantly, he left the room.
Ryou was left alone. But not for very long. The door opened once more. Marik stepped inside.
"Is this what he keeps doing all day long? Staying at his comatose boyfriend's bedside? I sure would have gotten bored." Marik snorted.
Then, it happened again. This time however, Ryou's eyes opened.
"What... the... fuck?" Marik blinked, thinking for a second that he was prone to some hallucination. But he was forced to realize that the boy everybody considered already dead was waking up. And his boyfriend wasn't even there to see this. Marik smirked as some malevolent idea wormed its way inside his head.. Using all of his acting skills, Marik approached the bed. "Ryou? Can you hear me?" he asked, sounding as if he was about to cry – god, he was good at those games.
Ryou blinked a few times before his eyes finally focused on Marik.
"Ryou. You're finally awake. I knew it. Everybody thought otherwise, but I always knew you would wake up." It was a total lie, but anybody who had no clue about Marik's real intentions would have thought he was being truthful.
"Who?" The soft voice came out as a barely audible whisper.
"I'm Marik. Don't you remember me?" Ryou turned slightly his head on the right, then on the left. Marik couldn't believe his luck. With Ryou not remembering what a bastard he was, toying with him would be even easier. "Ryou, tell me, what year are we in?" Marik could see the young man frown as he struggled to remember.
"Two thousand... three?"
Now, that was even better. Ryou couldn't remember what had happened during the last five years or so. This meant he didn't remember meeting Bakura. In his mind, Marik was smirking but he made sure not to let his face show.
"Oh Ryou..." Marik raised a hand and began stroking Ryou's hair. "We're in two thousand eight."
"No... It can't be... I was... for so long...?"
"No. You spent ten months in coma Ryou."
Ryou looked all lost, just like a puppy abandoned in the rain. "No..." he repeated.
"It's okay," Marik whispered, never stopping stroking the young man's hair. "I'll help you remember."
Ryou blinked. "But... who are you?"
Marik knew it was his chance to piss off Bakura.
"I'm Marik, your boyfriend," he said softly before kissing Ryou who gasped slightly but gave no resistance.
This was too good to be true. Marik just came here because he was bored and thought it would be entertaining to annoy the hell out of Bakura. He'd never thought this kind of opportunity would present itself. But there it was, and Marik was sure going to have a lot of fun with this.
"I'll go tell a doctor that you're awake," Marik said after breaking the kiss. Ryou nodded weakly and closed his eyes.
Bakura, with his heart heavy as always, tossed the remains of his lunch in the trashcan and put his tray on the top of it. He had barely eaten anything. His encounter with Marik had really pissed him off. How dared that prick show his face here? Worse thing, he had seen him cry. Bakura never cried in public. And usually, neither did he in private but that was before his boyfriend was put into coma because of a fucking burglar.
Damn, he needed a smoke. He had quit a few years ago – when he and Ryou had become intimate – but it was the only thing that managed to calm his anger lately. He left the cafeteria and stepped outside the hospital. The cold outside made him shiver a bit. Bakura grabbed his cigarette pack out of his pocket and took one, bringing it to his lips. He nibbled on the tip while trying to find a lighter in his bag.
"Fuck..."
A few seconds later, his cigarette was finally burning. Bakura took a puff. It helped a bit, but barely. He exhaled. He felt even colder. He raised his head and stared at the pale blue winter sky.
His favorite color...
Bakura winced. Why was every little thing making him think about Ryou? Why did he always had to be reminded how painful life was without Ryou shining beside him?
He threw the cigarette on the floor and crushed it under his foot. He swore again. He had to see Ryou. He returned inside.
Thanks to Lana for beta-ing~