He stood feebly in the darkened doorway, listening to their words sting. They did this every night, when they thought him and Amane were long asleep. But only young Amane was in dream land when the ugly hate appeared, Ryou would listen breathlessly hurting inside.
"Why do you keep doing this", His father roared. "Blame all the family problems on me; let me have all the guilt when you're just as much to blame."
"ME?" The mother hissed back. "I'm not the one who spends no time with the kids".
"It hard to spend time with them when you're working hard to keep food on the table, unlike some people who are too lazy to get a job".
"I'm lazy, really", His mother said rolling her eyes. "I work all day, making the food keeping the house clean, but any appreciation, no".
"Don't even get me started", the father glared. "The food sucks and the house is never clean".
The mother gasped, obvious by the pain on her face she was angry. "I try so hard! You don't even know! Two kids all day rip through here like tornados, Ryou being as energetic as he is. Plus he always has Bakura over. And Amane-".
Ryou ran up to his room sobbing before hearing the rest. "I'm just another burden to everyone!"
The thoughts rushed his mind. I have to leave. I can't keep dragging my family down it's not right.
Laying in his soft, plush bed he curled up facing the wall. Listening to the soft bicker stop he knew what he had to do. Hearing the doors slam were his cue to set plans into motion.
He crept down the steps not making a sound except shallow breaths. He made his way through the living room shivering violently thinking about the events all over again. A quick last minute thought hit him and he bolted back up the stairs.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the bright pink door across the hall from his room. The darkened room revealed hair so white it glowed on a small bed in the center of the room. The sleeping face welled up tears when Ryou saw her. She had always loved him. She was the best sister anyone could ask for. They had always been together through it all, but he had to do this. This would be better for her too.
He leaned over the edge of the bed and kissed Amane lightly on the forehead, careful not to wake her. "Goodbye", He whispered stricken with sudden grief.
Leaving quickly he snapped the door shut hoping desperately not for a change of heart. Practically running down the stairs he tripped and tumbled rapidly down. At the end of the staircase he sighed laying flat on his back. I'm such a useless klutz, he thought brushing himself off.
He snatched up his jacket off the couch and slipped out the door.
Consciousness hit him harder than a speeding bus. He woke to a screaming headache and complete darkness. Panic flashed over him remembering the van. He tried to stand up but was stopped by a rope. He also tried using his hands but those were tied behind his back.
"Damn", he muttered under his breath. He had to get free somehow. He attempted to squirm his feet out of the ropes but only succeeded in giving himself rope burns.
He smelled dust and a little hint of rust. He felt joy and despair at the same time. His goal was accomplished but he might die at the hand of strangers now. They said they needed him right? They wouldn't kill him if he was useful. He would have to be as cooperative and useful as possible if he was ever going to survive. He began to plot.
_Transition_
He opened his chocolate eyes at dusk peeking through his windows. Yawning he leapt out of bed and onto the carpet face first. He stood up mumbling about always waking up too early and made his way into the living room a couple doors away.
He went straight through the empty living room and into the kitchen. He found his mom getting ready to leave for work. "7 am already?" He asked with another yawn.
"Yeah", His mom said and with that single word vanished out the door.
Bakura sighed and raided the freezer for food. Finding to his delight chocolate chip waffles, he rushed across the kitchen and jammed 2 in the toaster. Sitting at the table he flipped on the TV hoping to find something interesting. Finding none of his favorite shows or anything he liked he clicked on the news.
His waffles dinged ready as the sports section came on and he abandoned the TV for food. As he was setting the hot waffles onto a plate, the TV made a strange screeching noise.
Hastily leaving his food he went to investigate. He knew right away what was happening. "Another amber alert", He mumbled. "It's tragic". Watching the screen with intent, he found a chair. He gazed at the screen as the words rolled across.
"Young boy, 16, suspected runaway then abducted, name Ryou, white hair, brown eyes"-
Bakura froze dead. He reread the words to make sure it wasn't a mistake. Ryou..? No way… He sat there just staring in disbelief. "This… this can't be happening". Forcing his legs to move he found the telephone hanging on the wall. Numbly he dialed Ryou's home number and heard a gruff voice answer.
"H-hello", Bakura said mouth going dry.
"Bakura…" Ryou's father responded knowing the voice."Is your mom home?"
"No", Bakura said with tears beginning. "Please… please tell me it's a mistake… a lie?"
Bakura heard Ryous father get chocked up and at that moment he dropped the phone.
His whole world was crumbling down. Without Ryou, he couldn't survive. He was his best and one of his only friends. Bakura couldn't do this by himself. He sat on the cold tile floor and crawled into the corner. He sobbed into his knees, his now only friend.
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