Insane

Author's note:

This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!

The story takes place after the end of Season 5.

Hope you will like, so please review if you read :)

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"Where am I? What is going on?" Ryou looked around him. He was in some kind of a room, the walls were all blank and there was a metal door in front of him. With one more look around he reached for the handle and pushed the door open.

A corridor was in front of him. It was illuminated from somewhere, but the source of the light was not to be seen. Looking around he realized that the only way he can go was forward and so he did. His heart was pounding against his chest, where was he.

Ryou reached the end of the corridor only to find himself in another corridor, but this time there were doors alongside it, many, many doors. What in the world was going, he couldn't even remember how he got here, or what had happened to him.

Suddenly one of the doors opened and a man looking exactly like him appeared. His hair was longer then Ryou's, he was wearing different clothes, but the most interesting thing about his twin was his eyes – they were dead and cold. A smirk appeared on the other man's face "I thought I wouldn't survive, but then again, here I am" he laughed manically and approached Ryou.

The white haired froze from fear "What…what are you doing here…why am I here?"

"Well apparently, I am a part of you now, even if my spirit should have died with the pharaoh and our past." The other man was clearly very amused.

"What do you mean, you are a part of me? Why, you were a spirit, who lived in the millennium ring, why…why are you here?"

"Well, I just told you Ryou, I am a part of you now and you can't do anything about it." The pale boy started shaking uncontrollably grabbing his hair with his hands "I thought, I am alone in my head, I thought I left all this behind me." The evil spirit smirked again crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"If you are lucky enough, my past self didn't make it in here too, otherwise we will be sharing this nice corridor with him too." Ryou's eyes widened with shock. "He can't be here, he CAN'T" he was on the very edge of losing his mind. It can't be, the evil spirit had survived, after Zork was defeated, so he was a part of him, a part of his mind! Which meant, that his evil self could escape any time.

Ryou felt his legs giving up on him and he collapsed on the ground.

Bakura

Damn that weak boy! He picked him up and opened one room, there was a bed on the wall, so he laid him on it. It was time to think what the hell was going on. He thought he was going to die along with the pharaoh, but apparently his spirit had stolen a piece of Ryou's soul and he was kind of free now. Or was he? Did the pharaoh survive too? Was he also in Yugi's mind? Bakura had so many questions.

Time passed, but the pale boy still didn't wake up. Bakura got bored so he got out of the room, closing the door behind him. There was a sound of something being locked. He turned and tried to open the door, but in vein, it was locked. Looking through the slit of the metal he saw Ryou still lying on the bed, he looked like he was dead.

The evil spirit shrugged and turned – a flash blinded his eyes and he woke up, his heart racing against his chest. He needed a moment to calm down. The white haired looked down to himself – he was wearing a hospitals gown, he was attached to some fluid in a plastic bag, his hands were sweaty. As he touched his chest and stomach, he felt how skinny he actually was. But the most important thing now was that he was back in the reality. Bakura didn't want to know how that was possible, he just smirked to himself, he was ALIVE!

Laughing out loud the pale man stood up, pulling all needles out of his skin. At that moment a nurse came inside of the room, she almost screamed out of a shock, as he saw him standing next to his bed.

"Mr. Bakura you…you are awake!" she exclaimed her eyes widened with a shock. She was not sure if she should run out of the room and call for the doctor, or help her patient. She then decided, she should check his condition.

"Mr. Bakura please, you just woke up out of a coma, you have to rest…" she walked towards him, she pushed him gently back on the bed. Bakura didn't mind, he felt dizzy anyway and his muscled didn't want to function as he had wished. But now there was one very important question to ask.

"How long did I lay in coma?" the nurse looked at him concerned, before she focused on putting new needles in his flesh.

"Two and a half months." The pale man was shocked, it seemed Ryou couldn't handle the loss of Akefia and himself. Bakura smiled to himself. Now everything will change, he was in charge and he couldn't even feel the boy in his head and as for the King Thief – he was completely gone, he was dead.

The doctors, who were caring for himself during his coma time didn't let him go for five more days. They wanted to be sure, he was doing fine.

"Your father did visit you several times, he will be very happy to hear that you woke up." the nurse was cute, she was young and beautiful, but she was talking too much.

"We couldn't contact him…he is somewhere on an excavation expedition and won't back in a month." Ha, this man didn't care for his son what so ever. He was always gone and he knew that from before. Ryou was really sad about it. Bakura have met the English man just one time shortly. He nodded and looked out of the window, today was the day he was allowed to go home.

"Your friends know already that you are awake, so they will probably visit you today, be prepared Mr. Bakura." She smiled "So, I am done, you are ready to go home."

Bakura stood up from his bed and smiled sweetly "thank you nurse Ikeda."

Ryou's house was not that big, but still big enough for one person to live in it, but that didn't bother him, he was actually happy he had such a place for himself. And as Bakura knew, Mr. Bakura was paying for everything in the house, so he could just relax and enjoy his life.

He needed a few days to accommodate on his now lonely life. Ryou wasn't there with him. Every time he checked for him, looking through the door, he saw the boy lying on the bed lifelessly.

Bakura avoided Yugi and his very annoying friends several times, by just not answering the door or being out somewhere. He was now standing in the bathroom looking at his body in the huge mirror. He was so pale and so skinny, he could count his rips up till his collar bones. This was still the body of his weaker self, he had to change that and he already knew what to do about it.

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Bakura

Seven years past since his coma and Bakura 25 years old now, was still alive and still alone. Ryou's father had come to see him just once per year, they didn't talk much and before they knew it the old man had to go on another expedition. Every time he promised he will come to visit him more often and every time he didn't. That didn't matter to Bakura, he was quite happy with his loneliness.

He got taller during the years, he trained his body with his nightly activities, getting slender and athletic – climbing houses, jumping from roof to roof, feeling the excitement of stealing. Yes, all that remained from his older self was his passion for stealing stuff.

Ryou's father was still paying for everything, but Bakura needed something to do beside his crimes, so he got a job in a restaurant as a waiter. He didn't earn much, but he was busy and that kept his mind busy from other stuff.

During the years, Yugi and his friends visited him once in two weeks, keeping in touch with him. The most amusing thing for Bakura was that Atem was gone and here he was alive in blood and flesh.

He was sitting on his sofa and watching TV as it rang on the door. Damn, he wanted to go out in some hours and steal something, but that was apparently not going to happen, if that was one of his so called friends.

Bakura stood up lazily and walked towards the door. As he opened it he wasn't surprised to see Yugi standing on the doorway.

"Hey Bakura, I thought I'd come to visit you, it has been a while." The once sweet boy changed a lot in the seven years. He got taller, his baby face became manlier and his voice got deeper. He resembled Atem a lot.

"Yeah, come in" was all the pale man said, he was not really in the mood to talk. But every time some of them visited him, he was amused how ignorant they were. He was hundred percent sure all of them noticed that Bakura was not himself since he woke up, he knew they all recognized his facial features, since he was so very different from his reincarnation. But all of them were ignorant, they just accepted the fact that Akefia and he himself died with Zork back then, so no one wanted to even ask him what was going on.

Yugi was actually the only one, who visited him the most. He talked a lot, telling him how much he missed Atem in his head, he had some harsh times after the pharaoh left and his only comfort was talking to Ryou, because he had shared his experience. All Bakura did was nod and agree with him from time to time. He sometimes caught himself staring at the other man's face thinking of Atem.

"How are you doing, you didn't come to the bar last night, so I thought to visit you." Yugi smiled just like the pharaoh used to do and looked at him with his piercing purple eyes.

"I was tired yesterday." That was not completely true, he went out to climb on some roofs and look for something challenging to steal. Bakura always stole some very small stuff, like earrings, or bracelets, necklaces, stuff like that in order to not turn any attention on himself.

"I see" Yugi was also 25 years old as everyone else and he never seemed to judge him, which Bakura actually liked in him. The once so sweet boy was much more silent then he was years ago, he grew up being one handsome man.

They sat together on the coach for some time staring at the television as it rang on the door again. Who could it be at 9 o'clock in the evening?

Bakura opened the door to see one tall slender man in a very expensive suit standing on his doorway looking down on him with deep blue eyes. Seto Kaiba. The thief haven't seen that man in years, he was on the news from time to time, when he invented something new, or pronounced a new tournament, but he haven't really spoken to him after the whole pharaoh story.

"Seto Kaiba" Kaiba nodded slightly "may I come in".

"Sure" Bakura stepped aside letting the tall man enter his house. "You don't need to take your shoes off, I can imagine that they are as clean as the surface of a table." Kaiba didn't say anything, he just walked past him going to the living room. There he froze in his tracks "Yugi…" at that point the spiky haired man stood up and greeted him "Seto, how nice to see you again.".

Kaiba turned to Bakura "I didn't know, I was interrupting, I can come any other time, just tell me when. I need to discuss something with you."

"No please, I was just leaving" Yugi smiled "I will come next week again Bakura, thank you for your company" . Bakura nodded. "I will let myself out, bye, bye Seto." The tall men didn't react, he was just standing there looking at Yugi with his stern blue eyes.

Bakura noticed how tense the businessman was, he was not breathing till the smaller man left them. What was with Seto, why was he so strange around Yugi?

Now that they were alone Kaiba turned to him his eyes hardening again "I am here because I have an offer for you Bakura." He paused to sit himself down on the sofa and crossed his long slender legs, folding his hands in his lap.

"First let me give my condolences to you, I am so sorry about your father's death." Bakura looked at him irritated. Ryou's father had passed away? He felt a sudden sting in his chest, but he didn't feel any sadness or sorrow, he barely knew the man and besides, he was not his father.

"Thank you" was all he could answer, he actually wanted to laugh. He probably got any notice of the man's death, but hadn't opened any mails from weeks now. He was pretty sure one of them was containing the sad news.

"Now, I don't know, if Mr. Bakura ever told you, but he was working for Kaiba Corporation. He was excavating for artefacts and most of all for old cards." Kaiba looked at him sternly and continued "now that he is gone I have no one I can trust on continuing with the excavations or even managing them most of all. This is where you come in." Bakura was very interested now, working for KC could be very, very profitable and the more money he had the better.

He tilted his head "I am listening" since I know, you had a lot to do with cards and all that ancient bullshit, I would like to hire you as your father's replacement." Seto lowered his head and waited for an answer.

"How much, would I be getting out of this deal"

A small smile appeared on the tall man's face "You understand that you will be working for KC, so you can imagine it would be more than enough to cover all of your living arrangement s and much, much more." Seto reached down to take his suitcase. He opened it and gave Bakura a folder full with papers "everything you want to know is in this contract."

Bakura's eyes widened with amazement, it was much more money than he had thought.

"I will be working with Yugi Mutou?"

Kaiba folded his long slender fingers in front of his face "Yes, well since Mr. Mutou's little shop expanded that greatly we needed a manager for it, who happens to be Yugi himself. As you know he does have master's degree in management, so it was a perfect opportunity for him." So Yugi's huge shop was also a property of KC.

"Yugi's shop is our biggest shop for cars and since you will be excavating for them, they will be reproduced and sold in his shop." That son of a bitch was on piece of a clever man. Bakura always admired his intelligence, his arrogance and grace. Even at the age of 17 back then, he never even once tough of Kaiba being a child, he always felt like the tall man was a grown up all his life. Now the 25 years old Kaiba was even more handsome than before, he got taller, his body was slim and athletic, he probably trained it very well and he was wearing a dark grey suit with black shirt, tie and shoes. Everything about Seto Kaiba was exciting. Working for him was even more exciting for Bakura.

Seto stood up gracefully "you can contact me in my office, the number is on my business card. Be sure to name yourself, otherwise you could just be denied to speak to me." With these words he turned on his heel wanting to leave. "Take your time and think this through, before you make any decision. This could be a big step in your life Bakura." Was he getting sentimental now, it was not typical for Kaiba.

"I will" the thief was pretty happy now. Working for Kaiba for this money was very, very good. He was not interested in any dueling anymore, that was the past, but if he was going on any expeditions, he could get some action in his life.

Bakura laid himself on the couch and looked through the documents, he got from Kaiba. The taller man had changed. Some years ago he was one arrogant and self-confident bastard, now he was still that, but it seemed like there was something else in his eyes. The pale man wondered what it could be, his eyes closed slowly and he fell asleep, the documents slipped out of his hand.