Chapter 7

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Kaiba and Yami sat stiffly in a white room privacy room. A large mirror was in front of them, with another plastic tree in the corner. After Ryou was out of here, Kaiba silently vowed to destroy anything plastic that resembled a plant. He turned his gaze to the boy beside him to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep on him. When he knew the other was wide awake, he turned back to the mirror. He had asked for a privacy room in order to get Ryou to talk to them. Doctor West would be watching them from behind that mirror, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Two body guards were probably there too.

A knock at the door made them sharply turn there attentions to the incoming people. A nurse was first, then Ryou Bakura, and then a tall man that was more than likely a nurse too. They were quiet as they seated him down on an aluminum chair. Yami's eyes were wider than normal at the sudden shock of seeing his old friend. He had changed so much, and not really in a good way. Ryou was thin, pale, sickly...he didn't really know how to describe it.

"Ryou." Yami said, standing up. The male nurse with spiky black hair handcuffed him lightly to the wooden table's handle that was designed for that sort of thing. Kaiba didn't seem at all disturbed by this, however, Yami couldn't sit there. "Why are you doing that? Is he considered a criminal now?"

"Please sir, it's for your own safety." the female nurse smiled to him.

"He wouldn't hurt us!"

Kaiba remained silent, watching Ryou watch him. The dull chocolate eyes were a bit brighter than when he had last seen him. "Good morning." he stated calmly to him.

Ryou nodded as an answer. The nurses left, with Yami still angry. Ryou looked up at him. Why would he be so angry? It's not really as if he minded being handcuffed. The crimson eyes met his own, and he swore a shiver ran down his spine. He enjoyed Kaiba's more. "Hi." he replied weakly.

"Hello."

Kaiba would have sighed, but it would have been wrong for him to. So instead, he got down to business. "So, how do we want to handle this?"

Both boys blinked. "Handle what?"

"You do want to get Ryou out of here. We just have to find away to get him fit to do so."

Yami walked over to the boy on the other side of the table. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Ryou blinked once more. This was all so sudden...and the cold plate of smooth transparent solid thing was sort of scaring him as well. It was as if people were watching him more intensely then the time he had lost his body to Bakura. "I don't really know." The remark was so quiet that Yami barely heard him. Bakura was pacing around behind Kaiba, but only Ryou knew that. He didn't know how he did it, but the phantom in his mind never seized to surprise him anyway. Bakura was only seen if he wanted to be seen. He gave a tired sigh and placed his head down in his arms.

Kaiba watched before saying. "Ryou, do you know a way we can help you?"No response. "Bakura, come out." That caught the younger boy's attention, his head shot up again, his eyes wide.

"You want to see him?"

Yami nodded. "He's not someone we fear."

Bakura chuckled in Ryou's mind. 'What fools.'

'Don't come out, please don't.'

'Since when has begging like a weakling ever helped you?'

'Please don't.'

'Stop it.'

'Please.'

'I said STOP!'

Ryou winced as the voice nearly killed his eardrums. Whimpering a little, he back away from his mind's wrath. If he said sorry, he would surly get hurt, so he stayed silent. A hand was suddenly felt on his shoulder and he jumped six feet in the air. Well, not really six feet, more like one because of the handcuffs. Kaiba smirked. When had he gotten up? "Let us see him."

Yami prepared himself for an attack as Ryou's eyes slowly began to look deadly. His big eyes narrowing, his hair standing up slightly, the fearful appearance now something completely different. "How touching, a pharaoh trying to save a lost friend." his voice dripped in poison.

"Bakura, leave him alone." Yami's voice was firmer than steel.

He laughed. "Or you'll what?"

"Or I'll banish you into the shadow realm." His threat stood tall as he stepped closer to Bakura. The crimson orbs shined with power. He had never seen Yami so...agitated.

Kaiba stood in back of him, incase he tried anything daring. Bakura grinned, yanked both arms up, and broke the pair of handcuffs easily. "You underestimate me." he said.

"Give us Ryou." the tall CEO demanded causally. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about us."

Ryou watched helplessly, invisible to everyone else. The sight made him feel a tad sick. He had never thought of escaping, or even leaving. "Ha, the pharaoh would never leave me alone." Bakura's hate filled eyes watching the boy in front of him.

"Give us Ryou, and I'll leave you alone. You have my word Bakura."

"A word of a pharaoh's means nothing to me."

Kaiba smirked. "He would much rather have money."

"No. I would much rather have my hikari screaming then to not."

Yami's eyes narrowed slightly. "Give us Ryou!"

"Alright."

The blue eyed CEO almost blurted out a "What?" but stopped himself. The dark man would more than likely want a bargain. "But." Bakura smiled. "I want to be out of here as well. Let me roam around freely."

Yami nodded, Kaiba just stood there silently. Ryou, on the other hand, was nearly screaming with protest. How could they allow this demon to walk the earth? It was impossible to ever be safe with something like him out there! It was just wrong. Bakura chuckled again, waiting to see if they'd change their minds. When they didn't his Millenium Ring formed on top of the paper gown he was wearing. A bright flouroscent light illuminated the entire Asylum for maybe a minute. Yami groaned as his eyes burned even through closed eyelids. His arm shielding him from the unseen.

When the light had suddenly vanished, the CEO was the first to open his eyes. The demon in front of them had disappeared, leaving Ryou unconscious on the ground. His body was curved slightly as if someone had struck him in the stomach. The white skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, with his hair matted to his forehead. Silver locks laid there undisturbed on the ground. He looked rather innocent.

For some odd reason I didn't like this chapter so much. It was hard to write because of all the people who were in it and the fact I hate repeating myself. :( I hope it turned out okay. Also, I figured since not many people review, I won't hold chapters in order to get more reviews. So once I write it, it would be up the next 24hrs I had written the last story. That way, for people who don't get here fast enough don't have to read more than one chapter.