[OPEN!] Yugioh Oneshots

[Dark Bakura/Yami Bakura x F! Reader] Shades of Gray

By: XxSilver_SwirlxX

XxSilver_SwirlxX: WARNING! This one-shot includes minimal amounts of dark topics

Selene_Crescent: *reads through* That is not dark!

XxSilver_SwirlxX: ... anyways, this includes depression, and faked suicide. Nothing very specific, but I figured I should announce it first. Furthermore, this is the sixth one-shot to the Aluminum Countdown Challenge! And for anyone wondering, this is NOT based off of Fifty Shades of Grey. Despite that we hope you enjoy!

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Darkness crossed the borders of the levering forest, yet never dared to intervene your deserted path. Still and shadowed trees towered above and covered the grounds with their spreading greenery. Droplets of rain cascaded onto the leaves of lush.

In the damped twilight, alone and soaked in cold, you could hardly see ahead of you, yet never stopped to reconsider. Nobody would care. Nobody did care. Tainted in hatred was your heart, lying frozen in pain. After earlier faking your own death, the outerworld was the only place left to go. As proof of it, your hand shot up to your neck to feel the cold scar running down it.

It didn't bother you much, seeing as now you had the most freedom you'd ever had in your life. No more furied temperament, no more lies. Now you wandered in your own steps, not someone else's.

A roar of thunder echoed on the distance. You weren't bothered by the faint muffle, only the over-audible rain crashing in the space above and the blind memories that hardened your thoughts.

Leaves tumbled in the galing breeze. Frosty incense lingered in the air.

Now alone, you wondered what was left of your hope to be remained, or how you would continue on. In the midst of darkness, a flickering shadow caught your attention. You took a step back, never having been so abandoned before.

The notable presence grew a tingling worry in your spine. Short, chilling breaths escaped from your lips.

From shadows revealed a smirking white haired male, like a predator stalking its prey. Pools of deep brown grinned into your (E/C) orbs.

"Who are you?" your voice was stone-hard, yet failing to hide the tremble as it echoed past the trees.

"You won't find that important," the voice was smooth, yet blood-curdling dark.

"Tell me! Who are you, and what do you want?" you felt your gut urging you to leave, but you refused to back down. Despite being hidden by shadows, you thought you felt the male's leer drop into a frown.

"I've been watching you for a long time". That was all he would answer. Then, the pressuring feeling of the shady individual coming closer bordered around you. Another footstep moved back, two others stepped forwards. You felt the heated climate increase in thundering rain. "When you left, you'd foiled my plans to get you," a gentle hand brushed the tip of your chin in an annoyed tone.

The thought struck you; he thought you were worth following and wanting, after all this time?

You couldn't understand what the words meant through your collapsing trauma, but you were reluctant to let him weave his way.

"Then you deserved it," you spat, more coldly than you intended. The warm fingers left you, slightly causing you to regret it.

"Oh really?" the masculine accent had a noticeable British tone to it. A small spark of strength transferred to your voice.

"Of course. You shouldn't be following people around," you answered. The unamused frown deepened, then was trailed by the radiated the feeling of slowly twitching upwards.

"Even if that person cares about you?" he asked. You paused in a paralysis.

"You care about me?"

"I never said that," the white haired male retorted, sounding slightly taken aback. You were skeptical, but apprehended.

Now, you stood in the middle of a forest with a complete stranger, yet he seemed to understand you better than anyone else ever could. Pounding raindrops thundered above. Your quiet was buckled by dropping pearls of water, while icy winds bit at your chilled face.

"I-I'm leaving," you announced in the bitter atmosphere. You made a move to leave, feeling the warmth leave your insides.

"You're not getting far," the tone was as cold as the petrified night air. A hand crept it's way from darkness and latched onto your shoulder.

"What are you-"

You were cut off from a flash of lightning. The bolt lit up the cunning features of your pursuer; his dark brown eyes to his ghastly white hair. Thundered light zapped away before you could make out any other appearances before you were away of the heat flowing into you.

You glared into the expressions of the male, only to be captured by his surprised stare. His eyes were pinned on the broad scar running down your neck. Your hand shot up to cover it, but it was too late.

In your shocked state, you saw a regretted expression soften in pitied remorse. The stranger turned away from you, as if he didn't want to face you to see your fear. "You aren't paper. So don't cut yourself". He took the steps to leave.

"Wait!" you stared as your hand flung out towards him. All of a sudden, you didn't want him to leave. His snowy-white hair flung around to see you, letting you glance once more into his bitter tone, brown eyes swirling in irritance. "Just stay," you muttered, "until the storm dies down". The feeling of loneliness was strange; you didn't want to be through it by yourself no longer.

A shivering breeze blew in between you two. Hesitant, but willingly, he let himself return towards you. A flow of heat in a damp storm enlightened you.

"Alright, but only for tonight," he let you huddle against him in his thickly rich voice. For the first time in a while, a smile healed your miseries.

"By the way," you added. The male perked to your attention slowly, "what should I call you"? He thought for a moment, letting the rustle of leaves, and pouring of thunderous rain pelt the skies. Then, he answered,

"Call me Bakura". A warm spark lit the fire in your heart. Bakura. You thought the name fit him.

"I'm (Y/N)," you told him.

"It's a cute name," he ruffled with a gruffly affection. The twilight skies clouded around you, but never could pierce your lighted hopes. You glanced over to Bakura, sharing the same tired, but soft, expression. Maybe things would get better from now on. But it was impossible to predict the future now, let alone your new friend. Because afterall, you were all murked in shades of gray.

°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕 ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° 

XxSilver_SwirlxX: We hope you liked it, and are having a extravagant day/night! Also, for people who's school's end today, have a great summer break!