Ryou: WSJ doesn't own YGO, but she owns all the stuff she listed in the last chapter.
Bakura: *sweatdrop* WSJ, I'm not going to be in this story much am I? I barely got a chapter of screen time in the last one, and you're writing me out of this one too!
WSJ: *hugs Bakura* No I'm not! Visions of the Heart is focused almost totally on you! (Chap. 2 is almost done, I promise!)
Bakura: *grumbles*
WSJ: *sighs* Thank God for study hall! Yet another chapter banged out in its evil confines!
[....] Bakura
{....} Ryou
/..../ Yugi
//....// Yami
^....^ Jakan
*....* Joey
~....~ Malik
#....# Yami-Malik
+....+ Seto
=....= Seth
'....' regular thoughts or written words
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Ryou groaned as he made his way back to conciousness. He could tell he was laying on a cold, slightly damp stone floor and somewhere nearby was the sound of dripping water.
He had a spliting headache. What had hit him? Bakura? No... Ryou couldn't remember anything about his yami being hostile. In fact, in the year since they'd been seperated during when Joey had the Ring, they'd actually grown closer.
So what then? And why couldn't he remember why and how he'd gotten here?
{Bakura?}
There was no mental answer and a feeling of cool dread began to settle over Ryou. His hand flew to his throat and he gasped. No Ring!
He froze as a footstep sounded near him.
"So, finally awake?"
~*~
Once, twice, three times. The third time Seth threw his shoulder against the door there was a wooden-sounding sproing and the door burst open.
+Hey, watch it! I'll probably have to end up paying for that!+
=Oh pipe down. It's not as if you can't afford it.=
"Ryou?" Yami yelled, stepping in behind Seth with Yami-Malik and Jakan on his heels. "Bakura?"
/Yami, let me out! We'll cover more ground if we're seperated./
Yami agreed with Yugi and passed the idea on to the other yamis.
Within two minutes four yamis and four hikaris were searching the Bakura household for any sign of their white-haired companion. Malik found a note on the kitchen table.
'Ryou, I left for the dig while you were at school. Sorry. See you in two months. Love dad.
"It's dated yesterday." Yami-Malik noted, peering over his aibou's shoulder.
There was a yell from upstairs and then a mini-stampede as Malik, Yami-Malik, Kaiba, Seth, Yami and Jakan ran to see what Joey and Yugi had found. They ran into Ryou's room to be greeted with a horrifying sight.
The bedsheets were rumpled, torn and stained with blood. Laying next to the torn pillow was a note that was definatle not written in Ryou's handwriting.
But at the moment no one noticed that.
Those who had run up the stairs almost collided with Joey and Yugi, who stood frozen just inside the doorway, staring at the center of the room.
Peeking around his aibou, Yami's eyes widened. He backed away, a look of shock, horror and faint greif etched onto his face.
"Yami, what is it?" Malik asked, wrinkling his forehead and trying to peer around Kaiba and Joey.
Seth, catching a glimpse of what Yami had already seen, also backed up until his back was against the oppisite wall of the hallway, next to Yami. Tipping over slightly he leaned on the shorter Pharoah for support.
Giving the Pharoah and Priest weird looks, Jakan and Yami-Joey pushed in between the four frozen hikaris.
When their eyes caught sight of what had saddened Yami and Seth so, they also jumped back several steps until all four yamis were lined up against the wall, staring in horror at Ryou's room.
Yami-Malik's eyes actually began filling with tears, and Jakan let out a long, peircing wail of grief.
For the moment Ryou was forgotten as first Yami-Malik, then Seth, then even Yami himself joined Jakan in singing the death-song.
Yugi, Joey, Kaiba and Malik felt suddenly as if they had intruded into something terribly personnal and private. They had never before felt so seperated, so different, and so enstranged from their other halves.
The four Egyptians sang in high, haunting, lilting voices. They sang of their grief, their sorrow. And although their toungues sang in Egyptian, their hikaris understood the feelings behind it.
One by one the four yamis walked into Ryou's room and dropped to their knees in a circle.
Yugi, Kaiba, Joey and Malik looked at each other and then followed their yamis inside. Each stood behind their other and placed a trembling hand on a shaking shoulder.
The yamis continued to cry and wail, mourning the loss of a friend, even though none of them had ever really let themselves admit it. The hikaris looked on with sad eyes. Even Kaiba's eyes were suspiciously misty.
In the center of their circle lay the Millinium Ring, broken cleanly into three peices.
()()()()()
WSJ: Gomen nasai minna-san! Sorry I had to end it like that!!!!
Bakura: *growls* I told you! You're writing me out! You killed me!!!!!!!!!!
WSJ: Oh I did not!
Bakura: *rolls eyes* Look at the last sentance again onegai!
WSJ: ^^;; Oh yeah, guess I did...
Ryou: No more 'Kura?
Yami: *with a disgusted look on his face* Why would I cry over his death?
WSJ: *facefaults and whaps Yami with the Frying Pan of Doom* Just do as I say!
Yami: *rubs the back of his head* Ok, ok, sheesh!
WSJ: Reviews and presents welcome! Onegai!
God bless minna-san!