Chapter Seven

Bakura removed the knife from his victim's neck. Carelessly he wiped the blade on the lifeless man's shirt and returned it to his pocket.

He looked over at Rita who was now cowering up against the wall. Her face was paler than he had ever seen and her body quivered from fear.

He looked back at the man before him, outraged that he had managed to instil so such fear in her. He spat on him to show his disgust and then moved to pick up the bag and umbrella Rita had dropped.

"Get up!" he ordered her.

Rita scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could.

"You need to learn to make wiser decisions." He handed her her things. "You can't just run through alleyways in the dark of the night and not expect to run into trouble."

"I know." She sighed.

He sounded just like her father.

She had lived such a sheltered life and always imagined these terrible things happened to unlucky people. Not to people like her.

"Thank you." She muttered.

"I should think so."

Bakura continued to stare at her for a while. He could tell she was uncomfortable by it but he was fascinated by her emerald eyes. The longer he stared the more he seemed to remember her. It was like her eyes were the key to revealing his past.

The rain hadn't stopped all day.

She met him where he told her to meet. She clutched the hood of her auburn robe tightly around her head as she approached him, trying desperately to shelter herself from the storm.

He wondered why she felt the need to hide herself like she did. No one else would be out at this time of night and especially not in this type of weather.

'Maybe she doesn't want to get wet' he thought. He didn't understand that himself for he loved the rain and the feel of it against his skin.

"Hi." She smiled excitedly at the sight of him.

He immediately pushed the hood back off her hair. He placed his hand on the back of her head and brought his lips to hers in a fiery kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her warm body as closely to his as she could. She moaned at his gentle touch. His hands moved to grace her delicate neck all the while the rain began to run down their faces and lubricate their kiss.

Eventually they parted breathlessly.

"Hi." He returned her greeting.

She ran her hand over his face, gently outlining the scar that graced his cheek.

"Bakura?" she asked.

He closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of her touch.

"Bakura?"

"Bakura? Are you ok?" Rita asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable at how long he had been staring at her.

Bakura snapped out of his flashback at the sound of the Japanese language.

He chose not to answer her and without rationalizing his next move he took his Millennium Ring from Ryou's body and placed it around Rita's neck.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Again he chose not to answer her. He brought his hand up and rested his palm against her forehead.

"Bakura! What are you doing?" she yelled.

She felt the temperature of his hand increase drastically and within moments a dark aura surrounded them both. Rita closed her eyes.

'Bakura, I'm going to kill you!' she thought.

The dark glow around her soon subsided and Ryou's body fell forward. Rita tried to catch him but the weight of him was too much for her petite body to handle alone. And so, as a result they both fell together to the concrete.

"Ryou!" Rita shook the innocent boy now laying in her lap. "Ryou!"

"Did you just threaten to kill me?" Bakura laughed, now standing as a spirit beside her.

"What did you do to Ryou?" she asked, ignoring his question.

"I no longer need his body."

"Is he-"

"Oh relax, he is not dead. He'll wake up in a minute or two."

Rita sighed with relief, she didn't want to be the reason for the death of two people that evening.

'Wait!' she suddenly thought. 'He no longer needs Ryou… because-."

"Because I have you." He smiled evilly.

'Argh! Get out of my brain!' she yelled, grabbing hold of her head.

Bakura's sinister laugh echoed throughout every corner of her mind.

Ryou began to stir in her lap.

"Ryou? Are you okay?" she panicked as she saw him wake.

"What happened?" he asked groggily.

"Come on." She said standing up and pulling him to his feet. She swung his arm around her shoulder and assisted him with walking. "We need to go. Now!"

"What the- is that a d-dead body!"

"Now Ryou! Please try and walk. I can't carry you! …What on earth is so amusing?" Rita asked turning to Bakura who seemed rather pleased with himself.

"Nothing."

She shot him any icy glare.

Rita and Ryou managed to find an empty bus stop to take shelter in. They sat together for a few minutes trying to calm their nerves. Ryou tried to ask again what happened to the man in the alleyway but Rita wouldn't talk about it. He chose not to push the subject, knowing fully well Bakura was the culprit.

"Are you alright?" Ryou asked sincerely.

"I'm fine." She managed to say through quiet sobs. "But I really have to go home, my father is going to kill me."

"Would you like me to walk you home?" he offered.

"No it's okay. Are you going to be alright getting home?"

Ryou nodded. "I've managed worse than this."

"That doesn't reassure me." Rita frowned.

"I'll be fine, seriously."

"I'll see you at school tomorrow then?"

"You sure will." He smiled as best he could.

Rita said goodbye and put up her umbrella. She still had the fish she bought so now all she needed was some excuse to tell her father as to why she was late that didn't involve a rapist and an evil spirit.

"How about you tripped over your clumsy self and because you are a woman you had to sit there and cry about it for an hour or two before moving on."

Rita turned to see Bakura walking alongside her again.

"Do you think you're funny?" she spat.

"Only trying to help."

"Well don't!" she snapped back.

They both chose to remain silent for the rest of the walk until Rita was just about home.

"What am I meant to do with this?" she asked gently lifting the Millennium Ring that lay around her neck.

Bakura returned to the ring and moments later Rita noticed it glow and fade into her chest. She continued up the path to her house.

"Rita!" her father exclaimed as he saw her walk in the front door. "I was about to phone the police. What happened to you?"

He ran and took the bag from her and bent down to look at her legs and then her arms.

"I'm fine dad, I just slipped in the rain. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Why didn't you call?" he asked, I would have come and got you."

"I forgot my phone." She lied.

"Are you sure you are alright?" he fused over her.

"I'm fine dad, really."

"Well go take a shower and get cleaned up, I'll put dinner on."

She limped upstairs to her room. Once she shut the door the ring appeared around her neck and Bakura emerged as a spirit once again, this time to snoop around her room.

Rita took the ring from her body and threw it on her bed. She grabbed some dry clothes from her drawer and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Boy is Rita pissed at Bakura! How is she going to handle having him around 24/7? And why did he choose her as a new host? Find out soon!

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