Confound Semblances, Dwelling in the Delusions of a Disconsolate Reality

Onset of Dementia (Prologue)

(This part is all over the place, and rather confusing, but I promise you it will start making sense soon...)
Ryou spun around at the sound of morbid whispers that always seemed to linger in the frosty air. He knew he could feel the touch of cool fingers ghosting over his shoulder, frightening him, yet lulling him into a sweet wonderland where he could be happy forever. Though that memory had been broken long ago, by promises that ended in cruel taunts. Although the bitterly somber lies that been what filled his heart with ignorance, believing the dystopian fantasies brought on by his yami, they were also what brought the joy to his horribly lonely existence. Even if it had all been deceptions, he didn't care. It had been the only thing that made him happy.
And they had gone and ripped it away from him. Taking the one thing he cared so dearly about.
"They thought they were doing good.
They thought it would make me happy.
But it's only been slowly destroying me.

"I can still hear his harsh words, echoing through my mind. I can still feel his agonizing
touch.

Though I had hated it... I loved it all at the same time.

I miss it..

It was the only thing that helped me remain human"

Ryou spun around, hoping to catch the sight of an alabaster hand on his shoulder, though was met with nothing. He knew he had felt it. He knew it.
He knew Bakura couldn't be gone.

But he was gone.

Ryou just couldn't accept it.

He couldn't be alone again..

First his mother and Amane... and now Bakura.

Did the world not want him to be happy?

But he knew Bakura was still here NO MATTER WHAT.

Death couldn't take his love away from him. He refused to let it. NOTHING COULD.

Because without his love... he was nothing..

Ryou's point of view

I smiled as I felt the cool caress of Bakura's ghostly hand. I couldn't see him... Though knew he was there. I could hear him humming his melancholic lullabies to me, telling me everything would be all right in the end.

I would feel the warm tickle of his breath against my neck, as he stood, looking over me judgingly. I squirmed slightly under his gaze, unsure of whether I should embrace him, or tell him I hate him.
Because I both hated and loved him at the same time.

I hated him because of all he put through, though I hated myself more for believing his lies. Though if I never believed his lies, and promises of a better future, I could've never been happy.

I loved him, because he was all I had. My sanity was already deteriorating from having no contact with any mortal in a caring manner. But Bakura had saved me, and brought me back from a zombied present. I knew his caring was all in falsehood, though I still embraced it lovingly. I couldn't go back to the darkness.

I turned to Bakura. Now I could see his translucent form standing next to me, a cold expression upon his face. "Just go back to sleep Hikari.." He purred, stroking my head, I nuzzled to the touch, closing my eyes.

"Can you stay by my side, 'Kura?" I tilted my head slightly. I wanted Bakura to stay and fight away my nightmares of reality.

"Why of course.. My love.." He purred, though I knew all his love was only lust. He was trying to lure me in to trusting him once more... Even though I had never given up on trusting him. I would give me everything for him. I would do anything for him. Anything to not go back to the dark.
I yawned softly, smiling contently as I laid back down, my ivory hair spreading over the soft azure pillow case. I scooted over slightly, my smile widening as Bakura laid down next to me, wrapping an arm around my neck. His body made no imprint into the bed, or even stirred the surface of the soft comforter, though I didn't notice, just glad to be happy once more.

Yes... Once more...

Finally....

No more suffering...

No more hurting...

They couldn't take Bakura away from me again.

(A/n.. I don't really know what I was writing... My fingers have a mind of their own... Please comment and vote)