Possession

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or the characters

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His arms dangled over Ryou's shoulders. Their legs were tangled under the bed sheets. His head had snuggled into the smaller boy's chest.

Bakura had cheated on me.

I snuck past, taking some of my clothes from around the room and placing them in the trunk I had downstairs. I had to go on a business trip anyway, so it wasn't like he would notice if I was gone. Bakura probably wouldn't even notice. He would just sleep with Ryou some more.

My breathing was heavy from the anger and disappointment flowing through me, though I refrained from dragging the man out of bed and nailing him to the ceiling.

Once I was happy with what I had packed I snapped the latches down and picked the trunk up. For a last minute pack the trunk was pretty heavy.

I wasn't sure if it was the weight of the trunk or the emotion running through me, but every step I took towards the door felt as heavy as lead. All I can say is that I'm happy I know how to drive.

My car was already unlocked with the door open, so I casually threw my bag in and sighed. The weight wasn't the bag, I realised.

I was about to take a step out of the room when I noticed what was on the table beside me. On the wooden side table sat a beautiful, white picture frame with a picture of me and Bakura, Ryou standing in the background.

I had kept my anger suppressed for long enough, and I let out all my rage by picking the frame up and hurling it at the wall furthest from me. It made a large shattering sound as well as a bang from the wall, loud enough to probably wake the two lovers.

That was the only sign I left behind for Bakura to find.

To make sure I didn't get to see Bakura again after what I witnessed, I rushed around to the other side of the car and started it. Since the garage was near the stairs I could hear someone's footsteps, and I reversed as fast as I could. By the time Bakura had reached the garage, I was already halfway down the road, driving off.

I had no idea where I would go. I didn't have any family to turn to except my sister, and she was currently having treatment for her eyesight. Not that she would even take me in.

With only a few hundred dollars and one bag of stuff, I drove as fast as I could from the place I no longer called home. Tears streamed down my face, but I wiped them away quickly.

From this day, I promised myself I would no longer love Bakura. I was Katsuya Jonouchi, and I was alone.

Nothing more, nothing less.