CALMHORIZON: I made a BIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGG maistake and so I've had to delete all the chapters and upload them again. Just my way of dealing with things. I'm sorry if this has caused any inconvenience to anyone(apart from myself). So here's chapter one again:
Chapter One
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Swipe, strike one.
Bang, strike two.
Crack, strike three.
As Bakura delivered the last blow, Ryou fell to his knees. Clutching his chest, he fought for air.
"Get up!" Bakura ordered, "get up, or I'll hit you again, Baka!" Bakura's voice echoed in Ryou's forehead. Wincing in pain, he flung is hand to his throbbing head.
Bakura dealt another blow.
Ryou couldn't speak.
A consectutive smack in his legs.
Ryou couldn't move.
A hard, sharp bang to his head.
Ryou couldnt see. He collapsed on the floor, blood spurting out from a number of orifices. Satisified, Bakura walked away.
The soul room was dark. Darker than any night Bakura had seen. And he had seen a lot of night. Too many.
Ryou still wasn't responding, that was obvious even to the darkest person. I'll leave him for now, he thought to himself, He'll be fine, won't he? But Bakura didn't even contemplate on that thought, and closed his eyes as he drifted into sleep.
Daylight shone into Ryou's eyes, temporarily blinding him. He sighed a deep sigh of relief as he realized that Bakura wasn't there. But was extremely short lived.
"Wakey wakey, rise and shine.
You've had your sleep and I've had mine." Bakura's mocking tone and face cae into view, but instead of pushing him back down, Bakura proffered his hand to Ryou; expecting him to take it. Ryou did, but only because of the fear building up in the pit of his stomach.
"There, all better now, " he said to him, his voice full of irony. Then it changed completely and became timid, modest and almost child-like. "Ryou," he started, "I'm sorry about yesterday, I didn't mean it. At all. It won't happen ever again, I love you, Ryou." Before Ryou had time to even think of an answer Bakura held out a tray. "And here, I made you breakfast." Ryou cautiosly took the nearest one. "Now hurry up, you'll be late for school, and you're never late for school." Ryou picked up his schoolbag and ran for the door. "Oh, Bakura," he called out over his shoulder, "can I go to Yuugi's after school?"
"Of course Ryou-Sama.Have fun!"
"Thanks." and he slammed the door after him.
And he said I could go round to Yuugi's house. The onlt times he says that are when I have to go or it would look suspicious. But I still have to be cautios. Then again, he could finally be changing his ways. But maybe it's too good to e true? Oh, I'm so confused!
Ryou sat in the form room, writing his diary. It was only 08:30, proving that Bakura had been wrong. He was the only one of the gang to have arrived yet.
"Hey Ryou." Yuugi waved as he entered the classroom, closely followed by Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda and Malik.
"Hi Yuugi, " he waved back, "hi guys." The others all waved and smiled back.
"Yuugi, guess what?" Ryou started again. "Bakura let me go!"
"What?!"
"Dude? He let you go?" exclaimed Honad both confused and surprized at the same time.
"Yeah. And he made me breakfast!"
"Well I think it's sweet." Came Anzu's voice. All five boys looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Anzu, this is Bakura we're talking about."
"Think about it," Anzu replied indignantly. "Ryou can come out, so, for once in an million it'll mean the whole gang hanging out together again."
"Yeah." Then the door opened and in walked their teacher, ready to rake the register.
"Anzu?"
"Here!"
"Honda?"
"Here, dude."
"Jounouchi?"
"Here."
"Malik?"
"Here miss."
"Ryou?"
"Here, miss!"
"Seto?" There was no reply from Seto. Heads turned in the direction of Seto' desk. He wasn't there. "No?" Ok then." she marked him down as absent. She did the rest of the register as normal and the kids made their way to their first lessons. Their morning was relatively normal. Their first lesson. ICT, had been fun because they didn't have a teacher. But the secong lesson, PE, had been tedious, they were doing Triple Jump.
It wasn't until lunch time that the gang had a chance to talk about Seto's absence.
"Where d'you think he is?" asked Malik, twirling his hair round his little finger.
"Dunno."
"Maybe he got sick or something?"
"Seto? Sick?No, he wouldn't get sick. It would mean not being able to run Kaiba Corp."
"Well, I'm pleased he's not here." Joey said, crossing his arms on his chest. "It means one day of not being called 'Dogboy'." Ryou changed the subject, he didn't want to hear anything about Seto.
"So, Yuugi, what are we doing after school?"
"I thought we'd go down to the Game shop, my Grandpa's not gonna be there so we'll have the whole place to ourselves."
"Cool!" the gang chipped in.
The rest of the schoolday went quickly for Royu now that he had something to look forward to. When the final beel tolled, for once, he didn't rush out, but walked out, laughing and chatting with the rest of the gang. And he felt happy.
The Game shop was closed when they arrived, there were no noises or shouts and heers of excitement and disappointment. It made a welcome change, especially for Yuugi who, for one night didn't have to deal with anything. "Go sit down guys, And I'll get some drinks." Yuugi said, pointing to the living room. The others walked into the living room, and he, to the kitchen. "Put the TV on if you want." he roared down the hall. Yuugi went to the fridge, on it, he spotted a note, written in his Granpa's hand.
Yuugi,
Will be back later than expected,
Make yourself dinner.
Do all your homework and
don't stay up to late.
Grandpa xx
Yuugi put the note back, smiled, and opened the fridge. Ten minutes later, he walked into the living room carrrying six cups of Green tea.
On the TV, newsreader was recalling the latest incidents around Domino. Scenes of a car crash flashed back and forth. They weren't paying much attention, however, and were more interested in drinking and talking. The only one not talking was Malik, who was focusing in the new newsstory unfolding on the TV.
"Hey guys, look."
"Turn it up, Malik." Yuugi said softly.
"...just in. Seto Kaiba, CEO of KibaCorp has been declared missing. A maid at the Kaiba mansoin reported to the police that Seto has been missing since yesterday afternoon. Search parties are being dispatched. If you have any information, pkease call the number below."
All six of them were gobsmacked.
"Wow." said Anzu after a long time.
"Yeah." said Joey, still dazzled by what he'd just heard. Not much else happened that night as they were all too astonished to think. They just sat open-mouthed, occasionly putting food in them. After several hours Ryou went home.
The moon shone down on the pavement and Ryou walked writing his diary.
And I walked another way from school and it felt amazing. I hope Bakura has hanged for the better. But the news abou Seto was devastating. I actually hope they find him. I wonder how Mokuba feels? I should go see him. But diary, why? Why does something good happen to me and something to someone else. Maybe Bakura should never have changed? I hope it' s just a coincidence.
Ryou arrived back at his house to find all the lights were off. Maybe Bakura's had an early night? Ryou stepped into the house and turned on the kitchen light. He went to the sink and filling a pitcher with water, pouring himself a glass of the clear potion. He stood still for a few minutes and gazed lingingly out of the window. Refreshed, he turned around, to be confronted by Bakura.
"Well well, our little night wanderer returns."
"It's 9:30!"
" I don't care what time it is" Bakura snapped. " I never said you could stay out!"
" Yes you did." Ryou countered.
"No I didn't you little shit!" he grabbed a knife from the rack behind him. "Do not answer me back!" he ordered sternly. "Do you want me to hurt you? Do you?" he raised the knife and Ryou flinched. "Hahahaha!" laughed Bakura, taking great pleasure in Ryou's anxiety. "Look at the baby squirm!" With that Bakura lowered the knife and plunged it into Ryou's arm. Ryou winced wit the pain and felt so faint. Bakura continued his demonic laugh and carried with the attack. With the butt of the knifehe repeatedly hit Ryou over the head. Blood appeared appeared from the gash in the centre of his head, staining his snowy white hair. After four hours of his lethal assault Bakura finally resigned. He left the room and went to bed. Ryou dropped to the cold, hard tiles of the kitchen floor, blood soakig his shirt and chest. His arms were cut to ribbons and his was dyed a dark crimson red. Two black eyes and bruises covered his face. Exhausted from the attack, he fell into a famliar, very semi-conscious, deep sleep.