~Alright so this fan fiction is sort of inspired from the fan fiction Newlydeads by Fiver. Warning there will probably be some Thiefshipping and perhaps some Deathshipping in this fan fiction. I hope you guys like it, this chapter is pretty short but they'll be longer in the long run, this is just basically the introduction so...Blah!~

Ryou's POV
Thank. God. Its. Friday. I quickly grabbed my books that I needed to take home over the weekend, once the final bell rang, and bolted outside to the clean, fresh air. I looked around for my twin brother Bakura who had his hands behind his head and was leaning against a tree, talking with Mariku. Marik was the next to bolt out of the prison I call school, panting he asked playfully,"Why didn't you wait for me idiot?"
I smiled sheepishly,"Sorry about that, I just really couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole."
"I agree," a voice said behind me, I turned around and found that it was my older brother Akefia. Once Bakura spotted Akefia he started to make his way over to us, Mariku following in tow.
"Alright, so what's the game plan tonight?" Bakura asked, hands still behind his head.
"How about we play some Monster World and then we can watch some horror movies," I suggested.
Bakura nodded, thinking it over, while Mariku frowned.
"Aw, I was hoping we could go to Joey's house party or something, his parents are out of town this weekend and he managed to get some beer," he replied, with a pout.
"That's what you suggested last weekend, what is it with you and getting drunk?" Akefia asked.
You couldn't really blame Melvin, or really Marik, his twin brother. Their mother died giving birth, and their father was never the same after that. He turned to alcohol to relieve the stress of trying to take care of four kids, and also the pain of missing his wife. Sadly, a year or two ago their father committed suicide, but luckily they didn't get sent off to some foster home or orphanage, thanks to their older brother Odion who was old enough to take care of his younger siblings during that time. I remember the teacher saying in my psychology class that if your parents had a drug or alcohol addiction, it could be passed onto you, and onto your children. I still personally think its a choice.
"Dude I don't want to get drunk and then be sick all weekend," Bakura whined surprisingly, since usually he also drank with Mariku most weekends.
"Ughhhh fine, but we better go to your house, Ishizu is throwing a slumber party and she doesn't want us there...at all...if possible," Mariku said, giving in but rolling his eyes to show he didn't really want to.
Marik and I squealed and jumped up and down, high fiving each other and taking off in a sprint towards our house. Akefia sighed and ran after us, in fear that we'll be raped because we're both...really effeminate, but I think he just wants to show off to the girls. Mariku sighed and slowly followed, but Bakura lagged behind even further. After running a couple blocks I turned and looked behind me, Akefia also turned back to make sure Mariku wasn't making a run for it. Bakura was hunched over on the side walk, clutching his chest as if he was already winded from the short walk from the school, to our house.
Bakura's asthma is acting up again, or so we think. He's had it since he was 7, back when my parents were smoking. He keeps having random, and horrifying coughing fits, and the smallest physical work can make him out of breath and wheezing. Akefia nods once in the my direction to go on, running over to Mariku to say a few words to him, before running over to Kura who was shaking violently in another coughing fit.
I stare back over my shoulder worriedly, before running onward to catch up with Marik who was probably at our house already. After a few minutes I reached my house, Mariku soon busting through our door like he owned the place, just as I was taking off my shoes. Akefia and Bakura were no where to be seen and neither were my parents, although they were probably at work. Marik sat on our couch, listening intently to the news, turning the volume up at one point and shushing us all up to hear it.

"There is some incoming news on a story we reported live on air a week ago about a nasty car crash taking the lives of two people. You may take this as a joke, but apparently one of the dead victims suddenly risen out of their coffin during a funeral ceremony. It sounds like a miracle folks, but doctors have checked him out and they found his heart wasn't beating. Folks, you have heard me right, his heart wasn't beating. It seems this new "zombie" phenomenon is starting to happen all over the place, we even heard of a few occurances of this phenomenon several counties over. Doctors say not to worry though, this...zombie is being kept in a secret area to ensure public safety and to further investigate this horrific and new phenomenon that is taking place world-wide."

"I still find it weird how that one guy is still dead and yet the other one turned into a zombie," Mariku said the question that was on everyone's mind.
"Maybe its reincarnation gone haywire?" Marik offered.
I sighed, I had no idea what to make of the phenomenon, but I have to admit its pretty scary. Most of the "zombies" are not even being kept in an area, they're running around aimlessly as we speak, on the bright side though, they don't seem to be interested in eating brains. Just then the front door unlocked, revealing Akefia with Bakura on his back, looking tired and very pale.
"Don't worry he's fine," he replied in a happy-go-lucky tone, which I know, he only uses when he knows something is definitely wrong but he didn't want anybody to freak out over it.
Bakura smiled weakly, getting dropped on the couch next to Marik, who moved away.
"Sorry dude, I can't afford to get sick," he replied, eyeing Bakura like he's going to start coughing on him.
"I'm not sick, its just my asthma," he croaked out.
Akefia walked out of the room, coming back with a bottle of water, and giving it to Bakura who gratefully accepted it, draining most of the water.
"Apparently there is another person among the walking dead now, its one of the people that died in that car crash on the highway last week," Mariku blurted out.
"Face it, we're all going to hell," Bakura replied nonchalantly, his voice hoarse.
Akefia stared at him with concern,"Perhaps you should give your voice a rest while I call Mom and Dad to pick up some medicine for you."
"I don't need no fucking medication, I'm fine," he protested, his voice cracking, and forcing him into another coughing fit.
Akefia sighed and walked over, patting his back gently and replied sternly," I don't care, your getting something because you've been hacking like this for almost two weeks now."
After a few minutes of hacking, he accepts defeat and curls up on a ball on the couch, staring at the tv dazedly. I sigh and walk over to my brother, taking a seat next to him, and bringing his head into my lap. He's hated hospitals or anything to do with hospitals ever since Amane's death. She was only 5 years old, one day she was just fine and then the next she started to get sicker, and weaker. Her organs began to fail one by one, and then she was put on a life support, and after a few days we had to pull the plug on her life, and no one was the same after that. The scary thing is, Bakura was starting to do the same thing, which was starting to scare the rest of us.
After a few minutes, Marik walks over to where we keep the DVD's, picking out a zombie horror film...how fitting. He then walks over and puts the DVD into the player. Mariku soon migrates over to the couch and Akefia soon joins us to watch the movie. Bakura was fast asleep, his breathing sounding quite wheezy, but he looked peaceful. I sighed and caressed his forehead which was beginning to burn up. Maybe he was just getting a cold after all...maybe there isn't anything to worry about after all.

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We watched a few movies, afterward the Ishtars headed home and we were faced with a new problem. How were we going to force Bakura to take his medicine? Akefia decided to use force, rather then bribing, he woke Bakura gently out of his slumber and sat him up, crossing his own legs over his body to keep him from moving and using both of his arms to restrain his own while I held a tiny spoon of horrific looking liquid in front of him.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. Ryou," he hissed, his eyes glowing with anger. Fact is another thing Bakura hates, is being woken up, he liked to wake up on his own, and if he didn't wake up on his own and you were in front of him, it can get a little...bloody.
"You have to take this medicine Bakura, whether you want to or not," I replied, trying a less violent approach in hopes of coaxing Bakura to take it willingly.
He fought and screamed, throwing a temper tantrum like a 5 year old when he was in reality 16, I got to say he was the master when he came to that. I gritted my teeth, I hated putting him through this, and what's worse is that his tantrum only lasted 3 minutes before he was too winded to even do that. It only started another coughing fit, one of the most horrible ones I have witnessed yet, it took him almost 30 minutes to even stop coughing.
"See what you did, you only made it worse by your screaming, if you took your medicine like a good little brother you wouldn't feel like shit," Akefia said, his eyes burning with desperation, concern, and a small bit of anger at our brother's childishness.
Bakura whined in reply, I used this opportunity to tilt his head up and gave him a sympathetic smile,"Open wide, we love you and we're not doing this to be asses."
He closed his eyes and whimpered slightly before opening his mouth slowly, in which I immediately shoved the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed it obediantely, but made sure to make a dramatic show of how horrible it tasted by gagging and making noises.
"You guys are fucking assholes, I will never forgive you," he croaked out, his hair poofed out like a pissed of cat, and his eyes narrowed into tiny slits.
"We didn't want you to end up like Amane," Akefia replied, resting his head on his hair, his arms now wrapped around him casually, instead of in a tight, death grip.
"I told you...I'm not sick," he replied," I'm not going to go down like Amane did."
"You are to sick, your forehead is burning, I felt it," I said and with a smirk continued,"And even if your forehead wasn't burning up your still sick in the head."
He rolled his eyes and chuckled, before turning his head towards the tv to watch the lady on the news splutter on about a house fire, which then led on to the topic of the zombie phenomenon again.
After a few minutes Bakura said quietly,"Can someone turn to a different tv channel, I don't want to listen to another word of that shit."
Akefia and I nodded in agreement. Sure its pretty scary that people are coming back from the dead, because that's unnatural, but at least they don't want to eat our flesh and make life as we know it almost inexistent. I grabbed the remote control and changed the channel to cartoons, I know normal 16 yr olds probably watch something more gorey, but my brothers and I still had an undying love for cartoons.
We watched a few episodes of a cat (Tom) trying to defeat/kill a mouse (Jerry), and failing terribly, Bakura already passed out in the middle of the first episode, then we decided to go to bed.
Akefia lifted Bakura up easily, and carried him off to the room Bakura and I shared, while I went into the bathroom to change out of my clothes and brush my teeth. After a few minutes Akefia joined me in the bathroom to get ready, concern written all over his face.
"Don't worry about it, he probably just has a nasty cold, it won't end up like Amane," I said optimistically, hoping to break the silence.
"Its not just a nasty cold Ryou, when I told you and others to go off he collasped on the sidewalk, barely able to breathe. I almost called the paramedics but I managed to get him him to breathe normally again," he replied in a monotone voice, withholding as much detail as possible as to how exactly he got him to breathe again.
"I don't care if he thinks he's just fine, I'm going to try and talk mom and dad to take him in for an appointment, he's been getting worse and worse with every day that passes," he continues, eyes challenging me to try and talk him out of it.
Instead, I sighed and nodded my head, keeping my thoughts silent. I walked off towards my room, quietly making my way over to my bed, and carefully looking over Bakura's sleeping form which was swaddled up with as many blankets as possible. I counted about 5. In a few minutes Akefia walked in carrying and chair and setting it by his bed. I shot him a confused look, thinking he was taking this a little too far, but I didn't want to wake my brother up.
After a few moments of silence, I sighed, grabbed a book and a flashlight along with a blanket, and sat in front of Akefia's chair. Even though I thought it was pretty stupid to stay up all night, next to our brother who probably just has a really bad cold, I didn't want to miss a single thing that may or may not happen to my twin. Even if it meant staying up all night over nothing. Akefia sighed, seeing that we would both be up for the night, he ran off to make some coffee, returning shortly with a thermos and a blanket for himself.
And so we sat there, listening to my brother's breathing, occasional coughing fits, and the occasional flip of a page from my book. We sat there for what seemed like forever...until I felt my eyes close, and my head rest against Akefia's leg.