-sigh- This was the last chapter. Really. But then it got so long...
Really. I'll have the last LAST one up tomorrow. hopefully. Depends on the reviews I get XD
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"It sounds like you two have been through a lot." The detective muttered gently, before glancing at his watch. The interview had taken over an hour, and had reduced Bakura to tears and caused Ryou to fall completely silent, retreated into himself. "I'm amazed the pair of you are alive after that." Bakura shrugged, and wiped at his eyes.
"Ugh. I have cried to fucking much today, it isn't funny." Bakura sniffed, rubbing at his nose. "This is bullshit." Ryou lay beside him, curled up and shaking. "Hey Ryou, you okay?" He blinked, staring at the whitenette. "Oh. Great, Nakamura. Really."
"Ryou was given the opportunity to stop at any time, Bakura." The yami growled, shooting daggers at the detective.
"He only just wakes up after being horrible tortured and you start asking him to relieve it?" Bakura was clearly angry. "I thought you guys were smart…" Nakamura only sighed, and looked down at his pad of paper.
"We're getting off track. What happened after you managed to break out of the office?" Bakura sighed, and slumped against the pillows, closing his eyes.
"We ran like hell. Well… I couldn't run, but Ryou helped me. He was so brave… The place was burning like hell around us, but he kept going. He didn't wanna die either. We managed to get to the main entrance, but it was locked, so we had to bash it open with a fire hydrant." Bakura let out a long, low sigh. "Jumped over it, and landed on my bad leg, and Ryou was holding on to me…" Bakura winced. "He fell right on the windowsill, and the glass cut into his stomach." Nakamura made a face. "Yeah… I am so sorry about that, Ryou." He squeezed the whitenette's hand.
"And then what happened after you left the school? You were found at the bottom of the steps…"
"I was carrying Ryou and I fell." Bakura sighed. "Like a ton of fucking bricks. I passed out, and the next thing I know, I woke up here." The yami relaxed against the pillows, and glared at the traction. "Fucking thing." He muttered. "God, this sucks… When can we go home?" He was met with silence. Bakura opened his eyes, and stared at Nakamura, who looked nothing short of shifty. "We… Are going home, aren't we?"
"Bakura." The detective sighed. "We've got the authorities all over Japan searching for Sadahiro and the other two, but it's been almost two days, Bakura. He could be on the other side of the world by now, we don't know. He thinks that Ryou and you are dead, and he has to keep thinking that, or else he will come for you again, Bakura. And what would happen then?" Bakura visible shivered at the thought. "Our only option is to make out that you and Ryou are dead."
"How are you going to do that?" The yami asked, sitting up a little. "I don't get it…"
"I'll have to e-mail the Prime Minister, and see if we can fabricate a news report and print out some death certificates-"
"Wait." Bakura's mouth fell open. "The Prime Minister? You can't be serious… He's in on this? On us?"
"Sadahiro is an extremely dangerous criminal. He's kidnapped over fifty young boys, all Japanese citizens. Of course the Prime Minister was going to be involved. It will probably be a representative of the government making all of the decisions though, not the Prime Minister himself. He'll have to be the one to finalize everything, though." Bakura stared into space, drumming his fingers against the sheet.
"So… Ryou and I are going to be legally dead?"
"Not you." Nakamura murmured. "Oddly enough, we found no reports on you at all. Were you ever registered as a child?" The yami shook his head, frowning. "Huh. Well, that's a convenience, then. You were never born, you'll never die."
"So then I never existed." He muttered, the bridge of his nose wrinkling slightly in a snarl. That was a definite downer, to say the least.
"You do exist." Nakamura said gently. "But Bakura no-last-name doesn't. You're going to get a brand new name, a brand new past, a new home-"
"I don't want a new home." Bakura said shortly. "I want to go back to our home." Nakamura sighed.
"Bakura, you can live anywhere you want in the world. Europe, Africa, America… They're all huge places, and with new names, Sadahiro will never find you. You're going to be safe." Bakura shook his head slowly.
"I wanna go home, he repeated, sounding somewhat like a child. "I don't care about living anywhere else… You don't understand…"
"Understand what?" Nakamura frowned, scratching away at the pad of paper. "Is this about you not being registered?" Bakura raised his eyes heavenward. He usually kept those details to himself, but what the fuck…
"Before I met Ryou, I never really had a home." Bakura murmured. "I… I was born in Egypt, but that was in a time and place where there was no registration. I kind of floated around, I never really had a place to go, until I found Ryou. I know I was horrible to him at first, but after Sadahiro, it changed, and over these years…" Bakura bit on his lip, and bowed his head. "I have a home with him, and I love him… I don't wanna change that."
"It wont." Nakamura said gently. "You'll be set up in a nice place somewhere, have a steady allowance until you're fit to work… Bakura, you have to accept that you're going to have to leave the country." Bakura closed his eyes. "Do you speak any languages other than Japanese?" The yami sighed and nodded.
"Yeah. English and Egyptian." Nakamura nodded.
"Okay… English… And Arabic-"
"Not Arabic, you idiot. Egyptian." The detective frowned slightly, and scribbled on the pad.
"But the original Egyptian language hasn't been spoken for hundreds of years…"
"I know." Bakura lifted his head, locking eyes with the detective. Nakamura blinked.
"Who are you…"
"And Ryou knows English, Egyptian (He learned that off me) and a bit of French." Bakura overran the detective quickly, twisting his hands together. Nakamura's eyebrows furrowed in a deeper frown.
"Yes… Ryou was born in England, he even has his accent…" Nakamura looked thoughtful. "How would Ryou like to live there again?" Bakura bit his lip, and looked over at Ryou, who was curled up underneath the blankets.
"He would love it."
"Ryou..."
The whitenette gasped as the cool, oily voice was whispered in his ear. He whimpered, going still.
"Ryou, Ryou Ryou. You thought that you could run away from me? I want you dead, Ryou. I need you dead." Ryou moaned, trying to move.
"K-K-Kanaye..." Ryou whimpered, burying his head into the pillow. He felt cold, bony fingers brush at the soft, pale strands of hair on his neck, felt Kanaye lean over and breathe just slightly in his ear...
"Think of it, Ryou. We're in a hospital. Think of the drills, the scalpels, the needles... We're going to have so much fun." Ryou whimpered, shaking like a leaf.
"No." He moaned. His breath shook in his throat, and he tried so hard to move. His limbs, however, felt so heavy. He couldn't move... He was frozen in total terror as Kanaye continued to breathe in his ear.
"Well, look at this, Ryou." He smiled, his free arm going to the bedside table. "Someone left their needle out. When did you get an injection?"
"No." Ryou whimpered, trying his hardest to struggle. "P-P-Please..." He heard Kanaye chuckle in his ear.
"Stop begging." He muttered savagely, before grabbing Ryou's 'good' hand. The teenager gasped, in complete darkness. It wasn't until Kanaye had separated his middle finger from the rest, that Ryou realized what the man was going to do. The teenager struggled, starting to cry.
"Please... Kanaye, don't do it." Ryou sobbed as he felt the very tip of the needle probe in between his nail and the very soft skin underneath-
"NO!"
Bakura, who was watching TV in the bed next to him, gasped, and looked from the soap opera over to Ryou, who was thrashing wildly in his bed. One hand groped for the red alarm button at his bedside as he leaned over to Ryou.
"Ryou!" He yelled, shaking the whitenette as hard as he could. Ryou was screaming and sobbing in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. "Ryou, wake up!" He continued to try waking Ryou with his shakes, but it wasn't working. The yami let out a long moan, and, hating himself for it, hit Ryou hard across the face.
Ryou awoke with a gasp. He lay lax on the bed, still for a long moment. Bakura watched, his heart aching as Ryou started to cry.
"Hey…" Bakura tried to take the teenager into his arms as he sobbed, shaking like a leaf. Ryou sobbed and sobbed weakly, his heart thudding in fear. The yami could only sit there, trying his hardest to comfort Ryou, waiting for the damn hospital staff to come in and do something.
"Hey doc." Bakura leaned against the pillows, half-closing his eyes. Ryou was sleeping beside the yami, but his arm was outstretched, locked with Bakura's. The yami shifted his gaze over from the day-time television, staring at the doctor. "What's the verdict on my knee? You got the X-Rays?"
"Yes." He sighed, brandishing the large white envelope. "And our orthopedic surgeon has had a look as well.."
"Is it healing?" Bakura sighed, staring at the stupid traction. The doctor sighed, and started pulling the X-Rays out of the envelope.
"Bakura… Sadahiro shattered your patella. It was in over a hundred pieces. We're tried our hardest, but-"
"But what?" Bakura panicked. "I-I'll still be able to walk, wont I?" The doctor paused, before holding the X-ray up to the light of the flourescents, showing Bakura where to look.
"See, here… That's your femur, that's fine, and so is your tibia. They're perfect. But if you look at the patella, it's hugely disjointed. Some fragments are even embedded in your infra pallelar. We're going to have to perform surgery again, to put it back together, and it may have to be wired together, but that's an extreme…"
"How long?" Bakura asked, cutting right to the point. "So, you're saying it's definitely going to heal?" He thought about Sadahiro's limp. The man nodded, sliding the sheets back into the envelope. "Great!" The yami perked up. "How long before I can walk on it? Three weeks? A month?" Bakura hated the thought of being cooped up in bed for that long.
The doctor actually laughed. He leaned over as he chuckled, his hands on his knees. Bakura watched, his heart sinking as he finally straightened himself, wiping at his eyes.
"Oh, my boy, good heavens no. Bakura, you wont be able to walk on it for nine months, at the very least." Bakura froze, his mouth falling open. No. "In fact, a full year would be the most realistic recovery time." The yami shook his head slowly, a rock forming in his stomach.
"No…" He whispered, shaking his head. He looked over at Ryou, who was sleeping soundly –he slept all night, and almost all day, it scared Bakura a little- and back over to the doctor. "No!" He repeated, clenching his hands into fists. "Don't you fucking say that to me-"
"Woa!" The doctors eyes widened as he held up one hand. "Bakura, hear me out. Just because you can't walk on it, it doesn't make you confined to your bed, not at all." Bakura tilted his head to one side, confused. "There's wheelchairs… And crutches, of course."
"Crutches?" Bakura echoed faintly. "Those… Those weird sticky things you lean on? Do I have to? Can't I just walk…"
"Not if you want to shatter it all over again." The doctor looked over his glasses. "Bed, Bakura. Or crutches." The yami groaned, and leaned into the pillows again.
"No other option?" The doctor shook his head. Bakura swore, and closed his eyes.
"I am going to fucking kill him."
It was very late at night.
Bakura sighed, and rolled over a little in the bed. He had had his surgery two days ago, and the grogginess was finally starting to wear off. Apparently, the surgery had taken almost seven hours, and Bakura was going to have a lovely long scar just underneath his kneecap as a result. The day before, Bakura already tried to use the crutches, and failed.
I can't believe Sadahiro could do this to us. I feel really sorry for anyone who pisses him off-
Bakura sat straight up, his heart stopping in his chest.
"And don't for a second think your Egyptian friends are safe, either..."
Malik and Marik. Bakura held a hand over his mouth. He was kicking himself for not thinking about them sooner. Sadahiro wanted to kill them. And he would. He would hurt them like he hurt Ryou, and Bakura. The yami closed his eyes, shaking his head.
"No." He whispered into the night. "What if I'm too late? What if they're already dead…" I have to warn them. I have to at least see if they're okay. Malik and Marik had moved back to Egypt years ago, and Bakura had their number memorized...
The yami turned, and looked at the crutches resting against his bed. He had to. The pair had, however, been strictly told that they were to tell no one that they were alive. Bakura didn't care, although he would miss his work mates a little, but poor Ryou was heartbroken.
His father thought he was dead.
Bakura shook his head, and let out a long sigh. He wanted to move, but his leg was stuck in the damn traction. He leaned forward, and started yanking at his leg, trying to get it out of the sling. It took a bit of effort, but finally, the yami was able to drag it out of the traction, despite the thick cast it was stuck in. Bakura dragged his leg so it hung over the side of the bed with the other, and reached for his crutches. He gritted his teeth together as he held on to them the way he was instructed, and placed them on the floor. Bakura leaned forward, leaning heavily on his good leg. Thankfully, the yami wasn't hooked up to anything anymore, so he was able to walk, or hobble, right out of the room.
"Fuck." Bakura hissed, leaning on his right leg and pressing the crutches into the floor, like he'd been shown. He practically hobbled at a snails pace across the room, sticking his head out the door. No one was around. Bakura gritted his teeth, and started to walk down the hall, searching for a payphone. There should be one around here somewhere… He leaned heavily on the crutches, occasionally closing his eyes. It hurt…
Finally, Bakura managed to haul himself down to a pay phone. He leaned against the wall, panting from the effort. His upper arms hurt like hell, and his bad leg ached. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling slightly dizzy. After taking a moment to recollect himself, Bakura let out a long breath of air, and straightened back up. He hobbled the last foot to the phone, and lifted the receiver to his ear. He started to push in Malik's number, when a cool female voice made him stop.
"You are making a call outside the toll-free zone. Please deposit the required change needed to call the area you desire to contact."
Shit.
Bakura groaned, and looked down at himself. He was only wearing a pair of cotton shorts, and a light blue button-down shirt- The hospital pajamas. No money on me... Fuck. The yami bit his lip, looking around the hall. There was no one around, but a nurse, who was walking towards him. In fact, she was walking very fast… Was she running? The yami's eyes widened.
"Hey!" She cried out, slowing to a halt in front of the yami. "You! What on earth are you doing out of bed at this hour? And in crutches? You get right back into bed right now-"
"I can't!" Bakura repeated, clutching the receiver tightly. "I-I have to call…"
"What on earth?" The yami closed his eyes and swore as the doctor turned into the hallway, and froze. "Bakura, you better not be trying to call anyone-"
"I have to!" Bakura shot back, digging his nails into the black plastic. "Please, Malik…"
"You are under strict orders to not communicate with anyone out of this hospital, Bakura. It's a life-or-death situation-"
"Shut up!" Bakura screamed, seeing red. The doctor froze, and the nurse was wide-eyed. "You listen to me! This is a matter of life and death, too! Marik and Malik are in trouble, because Sadahiro wanted them too! He's had seven years to track them down, he must know where they live now! He-He's going to kill them. Sadahiro's going to kill them…" Bakura closed his eyes, still gripping the receiver like a lifeline. "He can't… They're my…
My friends."
Ugh... I'll update tomorrow, really (About 2500 words of it ish already written hehe) But like I said, depends on my reviews.
Bwaha.