Hi guys! Just a small one shot to let you know that I'm not dead. It's been hectic… hockey, karate grading, and tests… on and on and on… it's been driving me crazy. The idea for this story came to me while I was listening to Behind these Hazel Eyes, by Kelly Clarkson. I don't own that song!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the people in this fic. Although, I wish I had Marikku… -drools- But I don't.

Bells

((Ryou's POV))

I looked up to the clock worriedly.

'Where is he?' I thought, desperately, looking around to Anzu, Malik and Marikku.

"Maybe…" Anzu swallowed, "Maybe he's not coming, Ryou…" my insides shriveled up. I knew he wasn't coming, but I didn't want to leave; to leave would make it final.

Malik sighed heavily and patted me on the back.

"We should go… we've waited for two hours…" he said, sadly.

"Just a few more minutes…" I begged. Marikku sighed and then the reality of the situation grasped me in a headlock.

"He's not coming" I said bitterly, "I never should have trusted him. What does he care about? Nothing. Especially not me" I stormed out of the room, tears running down my cheeks, my pure white dress catching around my ankles.

"He does care" Anzu whispered, dropping a small bouquet of flowers to the floor, "He cares a whole lot, Ryou"

I opened the door to my room and sank down onto my bed, sobbing and crying.

"Hikari, love?" called a soft voice. I froze. I didn't want to talk to him. Not now.

"Love, is that you?" a tall man stepped into my room, his long white hair brushing his shoulders. He froze when he saw my dress and the tears running down my cheeks.

"Love? What's wrong?" I couldn't stand it. My hands balled into fists.

"Don't call me love!" I roared at him, tears still running down my face, "You forgot! I loved you, Bakura! And you forgot!" Bakura's face had gone pale, as I screamed my emotions at him. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Ryou…" he reached toward me, but I slapped his hand away.

"I thought you were the one! I was such an idiot to trust you!" In my fury, I pulled my engagement ring off my finger and threw it at him with all my might. It hit him square in the chest and he sank to the ground. I ran out of the door, out, into the cold night air. The hem of my dress was in tatters. Just like my heart.

Owari

Okay… poor Ryou. If you are slightly thick in places, Bakura had forgotten to go to his own wedding. And guess who he was marrying? Yes, it is sad. Tell me if it made you cry. I have a little tally here, see. Okay, bye, see you soon… (I have figured out the plot for the next chapter of Chalk, so it won't be long…)

CADDYL ANKH-RE ((Me gots a last name! ))