IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ!!!This is not a new chapter. I forgot a whole chapter between 9 and 10, so please go back and read Chapter 10. Then this one. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Not mine, nor do I make any profit.

AN: Please still love me… Lol.

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Ryou opened his eyes slowly, forcing his mind away from the welcoming clutches of sleep. He rolled on to his side lazily and saw the form of someone under the blankets. He smiled to himself and reached out to pull the covers away. Terror quickly spread throughout his body when he revealed the face of the person lying next to him.

Bakura grinned back at him, eyes glinting maliciously. Before Ryou could even move, Bakura was on top of him and had pinned his arms above his head.

"I told you, you couldn't run from me for long…" Bakura glared down at him.

Ryou closed his eyes tight and shook his head. "This isn't real! You're not here!"

Bakura laughed and flipped Ryou onto his stomach.

"You're so beautiful when you're afraid, Ryou… And you're all mine… How lucky am I?" Bakura's voice drawled sadistically as he slipped his hands under Ryou's shirt, pulling it up. He leaned down to trail rough kisses along Ryou's bare spine.

"No! I'm not yours, you sick fuck!: Ryou sputtered defiantly.

Bakura laughed and sat up. "Oh, yes you are. It says so right here in red and white…"

His fingertips lazily traced the scars on Ryou's back causing a searing pain to manifest deep beneath the skin and a scream to rise in Ryou's throat.

"Oh, god… I love to hear you scream!" Bakura laughed wickedly.

Ryou closed his eyes tightly against the unshed tears that wanted to be released. "Damnit, no!" Ryou shouted and flung Bakura of off him with all the strength he could muster.

Without a backwards glance, Ryou jumped out of the bed and bolted for the bathroom. He slammed the door closed and locked it behind him. He panted heavily in the darkness of the bathroom, body firmly against the door, listening with all his might. He was desperately trying to gather his thoughts when a noise within the room made him jump and frantically switch on the lights.

Mokuba stood before him, smiling obliviously.

"M-Mokuba? What the fuck are you doing here?" Ryou stammered in disbelief.

"Oh, we were looking for you," Mokuba responded nonchalantly, as if it were actual natural for him to be there.

"We?" Ryou exhaled roughly and ran his hand through his hair; his mind was reeling.

"Yeah, me and Julian. You see, this weirdo that kinda looks like you came to the house asking for you and Julian decided that we--" Mokuba stopped mid-sentence, his face frozen as a thing red line appeared around his throat.

"Mokuba?" Ryou whispered, edging closer while slowly reaching out a hand to touch the younger boy's shoulder. Mokuba's head seemed to tilt slightly to the side, but then slid completely off his neck, his body then crumpling to the floor and spraying Ryou with blood.

"Oh, fuck!" Ryou gasped then fell backwards on the floor. He watched, mortified, as the pool of blood surrounding Mokuba's limp body began to flow towards him. He scrambled to his feet, opened the door, and fled into the bedroom where another figure stopped.

"Julian! It's Mokuba, he's--" Ryou rambled as he approached the Frenchman standing before him. "We have to get out of here!"

Julian seemed to barely notice Ryou as he staggered forward, eyes wide, clutching his stomach. He looked at Ryou strangely as if he didn't even recognize the frightened boy. His expression quickly changed to one that Ryou didn't even think he was capable of: hate. Julian reached out and wrapped a bloody hand around Ryou's neck. Before Ryou could even blink, Julian then collapsed on the floor and a familiar crimson liquid gushed from his abdomen. As his wide eyes glazed over they appeared to be looking at something far, far away.

"No…" Ryou sobbed then stumbled towards the door.

He crossed the hallway and ran into Seto's room. At once he cursed himself for entering as fell to his knees in the darkness.

"No, I don't want to see Seto…" He cried desperately. "Please, no… I can't take it…"

"Ryou?" A voice called to him softly.

He reluctantly looked up to see Seto emerging from the darkness to kneel before him.

"Hey, it's okay… Don't cry," Seto said soothingly as he wiped Ryou's tears. He frowned. "Why don't you want to see me?"

"I thought… I thought you'd be dead," Ryou choked as he gasped for air between sobs.

Seto smiled slowly. "No way… I'm always here for you…" Seto wrapped his arms around Ryou's shaking shoulders and pulled the small boy's body tightly to his own.

Ryou let out a shaky sigh against Seto's strong chest. "We have to get out of here…"

"Too late," Bakura's voice sneered from nowhere and Seto was abruptly pulled away.

Ryou looked up to see Bakura twisting a strip of barbed wire around Seto's neck, laughing heartlessly all the while. The spikes cut deep into Seto's throat, causing blood to slowly cascade over his skin in sickening torrents. Ryou tried to stand and get to Seto, but found that all strength had left his body. He cried out in vain as he watched the tiny arteries burst in Seto's eyes and as blood started to trickle from the corners of his lips. Finally the wire loosened and Seto's body fell to the floor with a sickening thud. His eyes appeared to meet Ryou's for an instant before they lost focus.

"No!" Was all Ryou could think as he reached out a trembling hand towards Seto's face. "God.. Seto…"

Bakura snickered ruthlessly as he loomed over Seto's body. He kicked it thoughtlessly aside and knelt before Ryou, cupping the boy's face roughly in his hand. "You're mine."

Ryou screamed.

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Ryou's eyes snapped open as he bolted upright in bed. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest and his breath was coming in heavy pants as a cold sweat covered his body. His eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for any signs of the events that had just occurred, but he found everything to be in the same state as when he fell asleep, except…

"Seto?" He whispered to the darkness.

No response.

"Seto?" He called louder, but his voice was hoarse from his tears.

No response.

"Seto!?" He cried out as panic began to get the best of him. His mind was racing. Was he still asleep? Was he still dreaming? …Had it even been a dream?

He was knocked from his thoughts by the sound of a flushing toilet and the bathroom door opening. Seto stood in the doorway, his face stern.

"What happened? What's wrong?" He rushed to Ryou's side.

Ryou was still breathing heavily and he felt tears prickling his eyes.

"I…I just…" He stammered, lost for words, at he looked hopelessly at Seto. He felt the hot tears sliding down his face.

Seto quickly took his arms without the slightest hesitation and held him tightly.

"It's all right… I'm here… It's okay…" He whispered calmly as he softly stroked Ryou's hair.

The two of them remained that way for several minutes. All Ryou could remember thinking was how much he loved Seto's scent, as he inhaled deeply several times to calm himself.

Seto slipped into the bed next to Ryou while keeping a firm, but tender hold on the boy.

"What happened?" Seto asked again once Ryou had calmed down.

Ryou softly repeated the events of his dream, while still remaining to struggle to gather his full composure. Seto listened patiently and quietly, furrowing his brow in concentration at Ryou's morbid tale.

"It was just a nightmare," Seto said when Ryou had finished. "Nothing like that will ever happen. You don't have to worry."

Ryou looked up into Seto's eyes and instantly knew the older boy was right.

"Thank you," was all Ryou could say.

Seto nodded and yawned. "Now… Back to sleep, okay?" He smiled.

"Sure," Ryou mumbled, "just don't wander off in the middle of the night again."

"Fine," Seto snorted softly and closed his eyes. "But if I wet myself it's your fault."

Ryou smiled lazily as fatigue began to reestablish its hold on him. "From what I can tell, your body has developed passed that of a 5 year old. I have faith in you…"

Seto wrapped his arm possessively around Ryou's waist and held him tightly. No more was said as they both drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces.

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An: Eh… That was kinda short.. Really short.. But it's better than nothing, right? Right, totally.. Just smile and nod.. And review…No flames for taking so long, please? I know I suck.. Lol..