Here is my new story.

I know nothing about US witness protection program, let alone Japanese. Or if there even is one. All of this comes from my imagination

"Talking"
'thinking'
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On with the fic!

Ryou walked down the street. It was beginning to get dark. He absoluted hated having an apartment in his part of town. Right now he and Bakura were arguing and not paying that much attention. He walked passed yet another alley.

Bang!

A gun went off and Ryou grabbed his right arm, somehow restraining himself from crying out in pain. Blood began running through his fingers. He looked into the alley and saw two people. One of them was on the ground holding his side. The second person was holding a gun. The secong guy looked between the two people his bullet had hit. It had grazed the first person's side and hit Ryou below the shoulder.

The second person looked at his gun for a moment. In the light, Ryou could see the first person was in terrible shade. His face was cut and bleeding. His clothes were ripped and covered in filth. He looked like he hadn't eaten, or slept, in a few days.

"Well," the thug said, "I have on bullet left. One of you are extremely lucky. But who should I kill, the one I am supposed to or the witness?"

He stepped into the light. Ryou could clearly see his face. The thug raised his gun and pointed it at the first person. "Please," he first man begged weakly. "Please have mercy."

He pulled the tirgger. Ryou did not manage to look away as the man went limp.

The thug looked at his victom, satisfied. He turned back to the other boy to find him gone.

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As the thug looked down at the other person. Ryou took his oportunity and ran. He headed for the other side of town at the fastest speed he could manage. Bakura had taken control of his arm so he could handle the pain.

Ryou finally arrived at the police station and took control of his arm. He winced at the pain and went through the doors.

He receptionist took one look at him and was on the phone.

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The shot in Ryou's arm was pretty deep. It had come from a fairly close range and was a powerful gun. He needed to go to the hospital to get the bullet removed so the wound could heal properly. His arm would need to be in a sling for a few weeks.

When he began to come around, the police started asking questions. They had recovered the body from the alley but there were no other traces the man had been there. Ryou gave a description of the thug who had killed the first man. He was larger with a worn face. His brown hair covered his face but Bakura said that he saw a small scar on one of the cheeks.

As sleep overcame the weakened teen, he thought of how badly he had messed up his life tonight.

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"The what?"

"The Witness Protection Program," an officer repeated.

"Why do I have to be in it? It was just some thug?" Ryou protested.

"Mr. Bakura, you discribed a well wanted mafia leader. The man killed was a spy for us that willingly volunteered We need to protect you."

"But Ryou Bakura is supposed to appear in a dueling tornument next month. What are you going to say about that?"

"It will be announced that you have fallen ill and will be recieving private medical attention in England, where your family is located."

"My father is an only child who is currently in Egypt on a dig. My mother passed a few years ago and we have lost contact with her family."

"Please," the officer pleaded, "we are doing this for your safety. We have agents heading to Egypt as we speak to get your father and fill him in on what is going on."

"So what are you doing with me? I speak Japanese and English from when I lived in England. I am not all the interested in leaving Japan."

"We have a woman coming from the Tokyo Witness Protection Program office early tomorrow morning. She will have everything worked out for you. You will be staying the hospital for tonight but your room will be guarded by an unmarked officer posing as a family friend."

"What about my friends?" Ryou asked to almost himself. "Can I at least call them? I want them to hear from me that I'm disappearing or they'll get suspisious when I'm not at school or home."

The officer looked skepitcal for a moment. "I'll make a call and see if I can arrange it."

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There you have it!

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