Warnings: yaoi in further chapters its more fluff than yaoi... and graphic-ish death of characters, the characters are way ooc.

Auothers note: the story will be confusing right now... if you have a question ask away but if its something that will be revield later in the story I won't answer you, other than that I'll try to explain to help you understand more. Heh, its another one of my random wierd but deep stories. I really like it even if it doesn't make a whole lot of sense even to me.

Disclaimer: I don't own yu-gi-oh... or 4kids would have never been able to get their horrible hands on it if I did

Bloody Shadow of Mine

Duke yawned as he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The morning sun was just raising, but in the summer it always comes up around five in the morning. He turned the engine off and ran his hands through hisblack hair. He grabbed some files that were sitting in the passenger side seat and got out of his 1969 Plymouth Fury.Duke walked inside and looked around. It looked like a normal hospital, nothing special. There wasn't havoc everywhere like in the television shows. He walked over to the desk, "I'm here to see Ryou Bakura."

The woman nodded and checked a chart. "Mr. Devlin?"Duke nodded. She stood up and walked out from her little room. "Fallow me please."

They walked into the hallway. The woman stopped at two large white doors and slid her ID into a small black box. The doors clicked and she pushed one open. "This way." She said holding the door open. Duke continued to fallow her. They walked past some rooms, at the end of the hallway was a room with windows instead of a wall so that you could see in. A bunch of teens sat around playing cards and writting on paper.

They walked into another part of the hallway and the woman once again swiped her ID. They entered another part and walked down to the end of the hallway again. This time the woman handed her ID to a man sitting behind a counter.

"Ah, so you're the one who thinks he's still has a sane thought in him." The man laughed. "Leave everything here, no paper, no pens, pencils, nothing sharp,nothing that can be used as a weapon." The man saidas he pushed down on a button and the door opened. "Go ahead and try as you might."

Duke put everything down andlooked at him as he walked through the doors.

This hallway was much whiter than the rest. A woman dressed in a white nurse outfit turned to face him.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Devlin."

Duke nodded.

"I wish you luck, if anything happens I'd advise you please call for me." She said pulling out a key and unlocking a door. "Watch him closely."

Duke, being rather humored by how much saftey procautions there were to one man, walked into the room. The nurse closed the door and it locked. Squinting from the bright light, Duke made out the room, there was nothing in it.

In the corner sat a pale teenager. His skin was almost as white as the walls.Duke loosened his shirt collar and sat down. "Hey, they told you I was coming right?"

The teenager didn't move.

"Well, in case they didn't tell you, I'm here to see if you are sane enough to leave here and go to trial."

Again there was no movement.

Duke rubbed the back of his neck. "I read that you were murdered some people... do you want to tell me why?"

A lock of silverhair fell into the boys face, but he didn't move.

"Can you give me any sign that you're alive? Do you want to leave here? Don't you have anyone waiting for you outside of here?"

As if on cue the boys chocolate brown eyes moved to look into Dukes. His faded pink lips slowly moved but Duke couldn't hear him.

Duke slowly moved over to him. It was a tiny whisper, barley heard even at such a close range now.

"My shadow."

Duke looked into the eyes of the milky white skinned boy. "What about your shadow?"

"My shadow will wait for me forever."

Duke gave him a curious look. "Your shadow, is it someone you love?"

"My shadow will wait for me forever."

Duke listened to the boy repeat the words over and over. A dark mist seemed to cover over the boy. It grew upward and let out an ear shattering screech. Duke covered his ears. The boys whispers echoed around everywhere. Duke felt his body growing numb. His hands were shaking and turned a dark pinkish color as if he had been clentching his hands tightly together.

Then it all stopped. The mist fell back behind the boy, his eyes broke the connection they had with Dukes and fell back to staring at the floor. His lips stopped moving and the whisper stopped. Duke fell back a bit as the door opened behind him.

"Thanks for telling me. I had forgotten he was comming today." A voice said. A deeply tanned man walked it holding a fastfood bag. He looked down at Duke with his lavandor eyes and smiled.

"Hi, sorry if I'm bothering your work." he said, "I'm Malik Ishtar and I guess you could say I take care of Ryou."

Duke stood up and held out his hand. "No, no it's not a problem.. I'm DukeDevlin."

Malik shook his hand and kneeled down. "The nurse tells me you've been in here for a few hours now..."

Duke looked down at his still slightly shaking hands. "A few hours? Has it been that long?"

Malik looked up at him as he was taking the food from the bag. "Hm?"

"Nothing, so what do you do exactly? Are you a nurse here?"

Malik shook his head and laughed a bit. "No, not at all. I'm Ryou's friend... Ever since that day, I've been taking care of him."

Duke nodded and watched Malik take the frenchfries over to Ryou.

"I brought you a treat today. Okay Ryou, remember to chew and swallow." Malik said opening the boys mouth and putting half a fry into it. Malik waited for a moment before slowly moving the boys jaw up and down.

"Doesn't he do anything on his own?" Duke asked.

Malik shook his head. "No, not really."

"So, where you one of his teachers or something?"

Malik laughed a bit more. "A teacher? Not at all." Malik pushed the sliver hair out of Ryous face. "I was in his class."

"You're pulling my leg here Mr. Ishtar, he's a teenager and you're a grown man. Theres no way you two could have been in the same class unless you failed a grade about six times and he was advanced for his age."

Malik tilted Ryous head back and the boy swallowed. "Good Ryou." He said smiling for a moment but then frowned at Duke. "No, We're the same age. Ryou's been in the dredful place since he was sixteen. That makes it.. uh.." Malik quietly counted the years. "That makes it seven years he's been in here, isn't that right Ryou?" He looked back at the boy.

"But he doesn't look a day older than sixteen!" Duke exclaimed. Malik, becoming fustrated, stood up.

"He's not and I'm not lying. Go look at his charts or something."

Duke sighed, "I'm sorry, it's just I'm a man of facts... when something doesn't look the way it should be I tend to question it." He watched the tan man continue to feed the boy... or man in the corner.

"Can you tell me what happened seven years ago?"

Malik leaned against the wall. "From the beginning..?"

Duke nodded.

"Alright... I guess you could say it all started the day I met Ryou. I had been walking to school like I normally did when I saw two of the larger kids beating up on someone. I decided to help the kid get away from them...

"Hey!" Malik ran across the street. He picked up a rock and threw it at the larger teen. The teen turned around.

"Watch it or your next!"

"Bakura, leave him alone!" Malik yelled. Bakura glared at Malik.

"Come on Marik, we don't want the baby to run to the teachers on us."

The other teen pushed the kid the were picking on and started walking, "Fine."

Malik dropped to the kids side. "You'll be okay now... I'm Malik by the way, come on or we'll be late for class."

The kid looked up at Malik with his brown eyes. "Thank you... I don't know how I can ever repay you..." he said quietly in a strong british accent. Malik smiled.

"Don't worry about it."

The kid stood up and wiped his bloody nose on his arm. "I'm Ryou."

... ... After that day, Ryou and I got to know each other a lot better. The other kids used to pick on him for living in the haunted house of the town. The story goes that a man stole an Eygptian mirror from a tomb and brought it here. But the curse over the mirror drove the man insane and he killed himself so that he could keep everyone and everything from taking the mirror from his home." Malik looked at Ryou as he spoke. "I wasn't a large believer of the myth at the time so it didn't bother me where he lived. I guess being picked on all the time ... I mean..." Malik tried to think of the right words to use.

"He was picked on so much ... it drove him crazy... He told me oneday that he had met someone... Someone who was there to help him and care for him... a few days later is when the first murder happened..."

So what'd you think? I'll update soon ..

I know it's confusing but stick with the story and -I hope- it'll all make sense soon