Hello y'all. Sorry it took me so long to post this, there was a minor
crisis at my house, nd that's why it's so morbid. I warn you, Ryou torture
coming up. Oh. Y'all know the disclaimer, so don't sue me, I'm flat out
broke after the $1000 hospital bill added to the $1000 fee in medicines.
But, enough with my problems and on the story.
Bakura: Don't forget to thank you friend for helping you type this.
Firey Jazz: Yeah. Thanks for helping me, you know who you are, or at
least you should, and if you don't. I'll. I'll. *lights up* I'll set
Trowa on you.
Bakura stiffened as he felt Ryou wrap his arms around the spirit's waist. Though it had been a week since they had confessed their love, Bakura was still not used to being so close to a person without hurting someone. "Good morning, koishii," said Ryou softly in his yami's ear.
Instinctively, Bakura wrenched out of his hikari's grasp, and jumped up finding himself forcing Ryou's full-length mirror. Behind his reflection, the pale-haired Egyptian could see the younger teen propped up on his elbow, worry clear in his eyes. When Bakura saw the worry and concern that Ryou felt, the spirit slumped back onto the bed, his head hung low, and shame etched in his features.
"I'm sorry Ryou. I'm still not used to letting people be near me. It." At this point, Bakura stopped as his voice cracked with emotional pain. Taking a deep breath, the ancient teen continued. "It scares me, because, when I was a tomb robber in Egypt, if I let a person get close to me, I could get caught."
"I understand; and I'll be here for you, but I wont do anything you don't want." While he spoke, Ryou placed a comforting hand on Bakura's shoulder. Squeezing gently, Ryou offered Bakura a silent show of support and love. "There is a lot more to love than just the physical. This here, this support, and this understanding, this is love."
"Thank you Ryou," breathed Bakura. "You don't know how much this means to me."
Bakura.," yelled Ryou unceremoniously. "I'm going to school and afterwards I'm going to help Yugi with the shop. Yami might come by later asking for help with the shop."
"Alright," yelled the spirit back. "I'll be fine, and I wont blow up the kitchen like Yami did." It became apparent that Ryou didn't care, as the response he got was the clicking of a lock." Despite Bakura's assurance that he would be fine, he was not.
"Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED!" With the last repetition of -bored, Bakura threw the ping-pong ball that he was holding against the door, effectively destroying it.
Suddenly, much to Bakura's shock, there came a knock at the door. After Bakura yelled at the stranger to come in, he saw the crimson tips of Yami's hair.
Picking up the remnants of the ping-pong ball, Yami looked at Bakura with amusement and trepidation. //Yugi? Will you ask Ryou if he's sure this is safe.// After a short pause, Yugi replied, laughing softly.
/Yes. He's sure. Ryou also says that if Bakura tries anything to tell me, and he'll come control him./
//Ryou,// said Yami, raising a mental eyebrow.
/He's stronger than he looks. Plus, Bakura would do anything for his love./ Feeing the shock from Yami's end, Yugi chuckled, and Yami could hear him wisper "he's shocked," to Ryou.
Breaking the connection, Yami looked back to Bakura, quirking an eyebrow as he held up the ping-pong ball. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were bored." Seeking the scowl on Bakura's face, the former Pharaoh snickered, and laughing, stepped forward out of the door.
"Saying I'm bored is a severe understatement. Something which you seem to have quite a habit for. Agreed?"
"Possibly. Now, I have a proposition for you. I need help in the shop, you're bored, and we both know about duel monsters from firsthand experience. So, I propose that you help me with the shop." As he spoke, Yami fixed Bakura with a frank, no-nonsense look.
"Fine, but only if I get my share of hourly wage." Bakura fixed Yami with an equally frank starte, causing the Pharaoh to smirk. The tomb robber would never change. 'Including in the way he treats those he loves,' thought Yami darkly to himself.
"You have yourself a deal Tomb Robber," answered Yami back, eager to get Bakura out of the house, for everyone's safety. A bored Bakura was never a good thing.
************* 6 hours later (aprx. 4 pm) ******************
"So Yugi," asked Ryou soflty, kind as ever. "Do you know if Bakura is helping with the shop?"
"Yami said he was, an a good thing too. Bakura was getting bored." When Yugi saw the smirk on his friends face, he couldn't help but laugh. It was a good thing that all his other friends had a sports games, and Malik and Marik had detention. They would never have understood what a bored Bakura meant.
Ryou and Yugi had planned on Bakura helping with the shop, but Ryou still felt a wave of relief wash over him upon hearing that the plans hadn't changed. Squinting in the bright sunlight, the white-haired teen saw the light to walk turn green, but as he stepped onto the road, he didn't see the bright silver car speeding towards him.
"Ryou, watch out," screamed Yugi a moment too late. He watched helplessly as he scene played out before him as if in a slow motion film.
Yugi saw as Ryou turned to face the small, American, sports car, the shock registering what seemed like hours later. As the car hit Ryou on the left side of his ribs there was the unmistakable crunch of bones breaking, and the small teen was thrown completely over he car. People scattered, dropping bags of clothes and groceries, in a harried attempt to story out of the cars way, as the obviously drunk driver continued speeding down the road.
Thinking quickly, Yugi ran out to Ryou, calling desperately to Yami as he ran. /Yami. Yami. Get down here now! Ryou just got hit by a car, and get the other yami's too. Malik and Bakura might be able to help. Now!!!/
//I don't know what you just said, but I can tell it's bad. Should I bring Bakura?//
/Yes, just hurry!!!!!!!!/
A few moments later Yami, Bakura, Malike and his hikari were on the scene, the siren of he ambulece rang in their ears. \\Ryou. Can you hear me?\\
\Barely.\ The younger teens voice was weary and tight. \I can't breath Bakura, I'm scared.\
\\ The doctors say they're going to put you under so they can look at your ribs. Just sleep now.\\ And with that Ryou knew no more.
'My doesn't this seem familiar,' thought Bakura with ill human. The spirit half expected the pale-haired boy he watched over, to ask him why he wasn't with Malik or in the ring. 'At least last time there wasn't this incessant beeping in the background. If that doesn't stop, I'm going to break it to shreds.' Anyone looking at Bakura right then would have sent him to the mental ward, as there was a maniac glean in his eyes.
Beep.
"Gah.," growled Bakura savagely, and was about to descend onto the machine like a loin stalking a bird, when Malik walked into the stark white room.
"Alright Bakura, just back away from the monition that it." Malik it appeared, had finally gotten the slightly insane Yami to calm down and about time too.
"I'm damn glad they didn't have those things in Egypt," Bakura spat. He really wished Marik's yami had had come in just a few minutes later.
"So an I. Pharaoh would have used one to tortured us. Come to think of it, I would have tortured you too. On a more serious note," said Malik, sobering up quikly. "How is Ryou? I know how much he means to you."
"No you don't" snapped Bakura automatically. "Well you probably do. Ryou has eight broken ribs, one that came very close to puncturing a lung, his left shoulder was shattered, and his left wrist is broken. The doctors say that as soon as his shoulder heals more, and he wakes up, they'll send him home."
Oh Ra," replied Malik with a sharp intake of breath. "What did they do aobut his shoulder? I mean, if it shattered."
"They took him into surgery and put pins in it to hold it together."
"I see. Well, I have to run, but good luck." There was true sincerity in the blonde-haired Egyptian's voice. Nodding at Bakura, Malik stepped out of the room.
It was only moments later when Bakura saw the fist signs of life from his small, pale, and bruised hikari. "Aibou," he spoke softly, looking desperately for any sign of recognition. "Are you here little one?"
Moments later the spirit saw, for the fist time in a week, one of his lover's chocolate brown eyes. As Ryou blinked at him, a smile shone on Bakura's face. It was a smile that was mirrored on the small teen's soft face.
Bakura stiffened as he felt Ryou wrap his arms around the spirit's waist. Though it had been a week since they had confessed their love, Bakura was still not used to being so close to a person without hurting someone. "Good morning, koishii," said Ryou softly in his yami's ear.
Instinctively, Bakura wrenched out of his hikari's grasp, and jumped up finding himself forcing Ryou's full-length mirror. Behind his reflection, the pale-haired Egyptian could see the younger teen propped up on his elbow, worry clear in his eyes. When Bakura saw the worry and concern that Ryou felt, the spirit slumped back onto the bed, his head hung low, and shame etched in his features.
"I'm sorry Ryou. I'm still not used to letting people be near me. It." At this point, Bakura stopped as his voice cracked with emotional pain. Taking a deep breath, the ancient teen continued. "It scares me, because, when I was a tomb robber in Egypt, if I let a person get close to me, I could get caught."
"I understand; and I'll be here for you, but I wont do anything you don't want." While he spoke, Ryou placed a comforting hand on Bakura's shoulder. Squeezing gently, Ryou offered Bakura a silent show of support and love. "There is a lot more to love than just the physical. This here, this support, and this understanding, this is love."
"Thank you Ryou," breathed Bakura. "You don't know how much this means to me."
Bakura.," yelled Ryou unceremoniously. "I'm going to school and afterwards I'm going to help Yugi with the shop. Yami might come by later asking for help with the shop."
"Alright," yelled the spirit back. "I'll be fine, and I wont blow up the kitchen like Yami did." It became apparent that Ryou didn't care, as the response he got was the clicking of a lock." Despite Bakura's assurance that he would be fine, he was not.
"Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED!" With the last repetition of -bored, Bakura threw the ping-pong ball that he was holding against the door, effectively destroying it.
Suddenly, much to Bakura's shock, there came a knock at the door. After Bakura yelled at the stranger to come in, he saw the crimson tips of Yami's hair.
Picking up the remnants of the ping-pong ball, Yami looked at Bakura with amusement and trepidation. //Yugi? Will you ask Ryou if he's sure this is safe.// After a short pause, Yugi replied, laughing softly.
/Yes. He's sure. Ryou also says that if Bakura tries anything to tell me, and he'll come control him./
//Ryou,// said Yami, raising a mental eyebrow.
/He's stronger than he looks. Plus, Bakura would do anything for his love./ Feeing the shock from Yami's end, Yugi chuckled, and Yami could hear him wisper "he's shocked," to Ryou.
Breaking the connection, Yami looked back to Bakura, quirking an eyebrow as he held up the ping-pong ball. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were bored." Seeking the scowl on Bakura's face, the former Pharaoh snickered, and laughing, stepped forward out of the door.
"Saying I'm bored is a severe understatement. Something which you seem to have quite a habit for. Agreed?"
"Possibly. Now, I have a proposition for you. I need help in the shop, you're bored, and we both know about duel monsters from firsthand experience. So, I propose that you help me with the shop." As he spoke, Yami fixed Bakura with a frank, no-nonsense look.
"Fine, but only if I get my share of hourly wage." Bakura fixed Yami with an equally frank starte, causing the Pharaoh to smirk. The tomb robber would never change. 'Including in the way he treats those he loves,' thought Yami darkly to himself.
"You have yourself a deal Tomb Robber," answered Yami back, eager to get Bakura out of the house, for everyone's safety. A bored Bakura was never a good thing.
************* 6 hours later (aprx. 4 pm) ******************
"So Yugi," asked Ryou soflty, kind as ever. "Do you know if Bakura is helping with the shop?"
"Yami said he was, an a good thing too. Bakura was getting bored." When Yugi saw the smirk on his friends face, he couldn't help but laugh. It was a good thing that all his other friends had a sports games, and Malik and Marik had detention. They would never have understood what a bored Bakura meant.
Ryou and Yugi had planned on Bakura helping with the shop, but Ryou still felt a wave of relief wash over him upon hearing that the plans hadn't changed. Squinting in the bright sunlight, the white-haired teen saw the light to walk turn green, but as he stepped onto the road, he didn't see the bright silver car speeding towards him.
"Ryou, watch out," screamed Yugi a moment too late. He watched helplessly as he scene played out before him as if in a slow motion film.
Yugi saw as Ryou turned to face the small, American, sports car, the shock registering what seemed like hours later. As the car hit Ryou on the left side of his ribs there was the unmistakable crunch of bones breaking, and the small teen was thrown completely over he car. People scattered, dropping bags of clothes and groceries, in a harried attempt to story out of the cars way, as the obviously drunk driver continued speeding down the road.
Thinking quickly, Yugi ran out to Ryou, calling desperately to Yami as he ran. /Yami. Yami. Get down here now! Ryou just got hit by a car, and get the other yami's too. Malik and Bakura might be able to help. Now!!!/
//I don't know what you just said, but I can tell it's bad. Should I bring Bakura?//
/Yes, just hurry!!!!!!!!/
A few moments later Yami, Bakura, Malike and his hikari were on the scene, the siren of he ambulece rang in their ears. \\Ryou. Can you hear me?\\
\Barely.\ The younger teens voice was weary and tight. \I can't breath Bakura, I'm scared.\
\\ The doctors say they're going to put you under so they can look at your ribs. Just sleep now.\\ And with that Ryou knew no more.
'My doesn't this seem familiar,' thought Bakura with ill human. The spirit half expected the pale-haired boy he watched over, to ask him why he wasn't with Malik or in the ring. 'At least last time there wasn't this incessant beeping in the background. If that doesn't stop, I'm going to break it to shreds.' Anyone looking at Bakura right then would have sent him to the mental ward, as there was a maniac glean in his eyes.
Beep.
"Gah.," growled Bakura savagely, and was about to descend onto the machine like a loin stalking a bird, when Malik walked into the stark white room.
"Alright Bakura, just back away from the monition that it." Malik it appeared, had finally gotten the slightly insane Yami to calm down and about time too.
"I'm damn glad they didn't have those things in Egypt," Bakura spat. He really wished Marik's yami had had come in just a few minutes later.
"So an I. Pharaoh would have used one to tortured us. Come to think of it, I would have tortured you too. On a more serious note," said Malik, sobering up quikly. "How is Ryou? I know how much he means to you."
"No you don't" snapped Bakura automatically. "Well you probably do. Ryou has eight broken ribs, one that came very close to puncturing a lung, his left shoulder was shattered, and his left wrist is broken. The doctors say that as soon as his shoulder heals more, and he wakes up, they'll send him home."
Oh Ra," replied Malik with a sharp intake of breath. "What did they do aobut his shoulder? I mean, if it shattered."
"They took him into surgery and put pins in it to hold it together."
"I see. Well, I have to run, but good luck." There was true sincerity in the blonde-haired Egyptian's voice. Nodding at Bakura, Malik stepped out of the room.
It was only moments later when Bakura saw the fist signs of life from his small, pale, and bruised hikari. "Aibou," he spoke softly, looking desperately for any sign of recognition. "Are you here little one?"
Moments later the spirit saw, for the fist time in a week, one of his lover's chocolate brown eyes. As Ryou blinked at him, a smile shone on Bakura's face. It was a smile that was mirrored on the small teen's soft face.