A/N: Chapter 4! Finally! This one was undoubtedly the hardest one to write, as you can probably tell by the subject. I'm still not sure about it, but oh well. It's what I wrote in a day. Plus, it was a nice way to get away from Ryou and a little bit more into the slightly psychotic teddy bear!
Yugiohfan101: Thanks for the review, and I'm glad you like it! I hope you continue to do so!
Chapter 4: Crisis - 404 words
I'm going to die. That's it. I'm just going to sit here and die.
The words flickered through Ryou's and Bakura's shared mind links, waking Bakura from his meditation. Bakura raised his eyebrows and listened. This is just awful! How can I fix it? I-I just can't! It's gonna stink, and everyone will laugh at me, and I'm gonna die.
Bakura rolled his eyes and adjusted his consciousness to float beside his haggard Host, sitting at his desk. "And what appears to be the problem, Landlord?" Ryou whirrled on Bakura in his spiritual form. "Oh! It's nothing you need to be concerned with." Ryou turned his back to Bakura and resumed ripping out his hair.
"Au contrair, my little light." Bakura floated over to "sit" on Ryou's desk, folding his arms over his chest. "You thought about dying. Our body is a beautiful thing. Do not think I will not protect it." When Ryou just shrugged, Bakura skidded his hand through Ryou's chest.
Ryou shuddered as the icy feeling slid down his insides. He glared at Bakura. "Is it more bullies? People pretending to be your friend? Shall I send some souls to the Shadow Realm?" Bakura looked meaningfully at the Ring hanging around Ryou's neck.
Ryou glanced up at Bakura with surprise. "No! It's nothing like that. I just... it's nothing." "Nothing doesn't leave you crying pathetically and thinking about death." Bakura pointed out. Ryou shrugged and looked away. Bakura growled and tried searching the boy's mind but only found strong mental barriers.
"Landlord, you try my patience!" Bakura snarled. Ryou flinched slightly and met Bakura's eyes. "Fine. I'll tell you, but don't get mad. ...I don't know what to write." Ryou looked away, flushing slightly.
Bakura stared at Ryou. "Excuse me. What?" He asked, straightening through Ryou's desk. Ryou gestured at the blank sheet of paper Bakura was standing through. "For school," Ryou explained, "We're supposed to write a two-page book report on that book." Ryou pointed at a book thrown down the hallway in frustration. "I just don't know what to write about." Ryou buried his head in his hand with a self-pitying moan.
"And why did you consider this important enough to call me for?" Bakura sighed as he slowly disappeared into the Ring. "Hey. You're the one who came to me." Ryou pointed out at the retreating Spirit
Bakura froze for a second, then continued. Perhaps... Bakura thought. Perhaps.
A/N: Well this was slightly more fluffy than usual since the last few have been so depressing. I hope you enjoyed it!
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