~All he saw was bright lights......bright lights in front of him......~
~One last string of life to hold onto.......reduced to a thin thread........~
~But he took the thread.~
~He took the thread and embraced it.~
~One thread.~
~One hope.~
~One person lost, another gained.~
.................Little Cupid...........................
"Cupid and Psyche?" asked Yugi. He had been given a greek myth to read for English homework. It was titled 'Cupid and Psyche' , about a beautiful girl and a god who fell in love with her. "Beauty was a curse to a girl named Psyche...." Yugi read aloud as he turned the page.
It was 9:33 at night, and Yugi Muuto had neglected to do his english homework. He was to read this myth and write a paragraph summarizing it. He read by the dim light of his bedside lamp, comfy in his little satin pajamas. They were splattered and decorated with stars and moons, and he loved them, even though he was fifteen. People at school would have called him 'dumb' or 'retarded'.
"What do they know about retarded people?" he asked himself. He liked nothing worse than someone who insulted people with words they didn't even know. Yugi decided to concentrate on his homework, for if he hadn't, he would have been up all night ranting about nasty children at school. Little did he know that he would be up all night anyway.
"Hi Yugi," said Yami dryly as he walked through the door in his boxers. His mouth was full of toothpaste, impairing his speech. Little drops of foam dropped onto Yugi's carpet as he walked by. Yugi just stared at him, as usual, eyeing his topless dark side despite his mouth full of blue mint slop.
"Pull your shorts up, Yami. You look like one of those girls at school," said Yugi, giggling. Yami's lower backside was being exposed by his loose- fitting boxers. Yami, however, didn't approve of the suggestion. He spat out his toothpaste, turned around, and stuck his fingers into his boxers and whisked them down, exposing his whole rear end!
"Yami!" said Yugi, sniggering at the fact that Yami had just mooned him. Yami sat down next to Yugi and nudged him.
"Lookit this story I'm s'posed ot read. Cupid and Psyche."
"Lemme see it," said Yami, jerking the paper from his aibou and reading it. "It's a cute story."
"You read it, and YOU write the summary then," said Yugi.
"Under one condition," replied Yami, smiling evilly at Yugi. Yami slid over to the boy and pressed his lips softly onto Yugi's. Yugi blushed furiously, and slid an arm around Yami's neck as Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi's slender torso. Yami slipped his tounge itno the boy's mouth and felt around, even though he had explored it many times before.
The phone began to ring and Yami jolted up. "Don't answer it...." wheezed Yugi. Yami rolled his eyes and sat back down on the bed and pulled his aibou closer to him, rubbing his head. The phone rang again.
"God dammit....this better be good!" spat Yami as he picked up the phone.
"--Shoujini Drive.....!!! Come here NOW, Yugi!!!--"
***
Yami Bakura had been sitting peacefully in the park, most unusual. It was 8:00 PM. Nobody would bother him at this hour. Ryou was out driving somewhere. Then he felt it. A surge of emptiness. His connection with his aibou had been broken, and something horrible had happened, he knew.
Now he was sitting on the cement watching about 5 police officers try and pry a broken body from the window of a demolished car that had been flipped upside down. His heart of stone had not been melted this time, it had been broken. Destroyed. He was sitting and staring and praying that the obiously lifeless body would make it out of that car okay. He was whispering to himself. ~Please let him be okay....Ra, no........he can't die....he CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!" The albino grew angry. He wanted to help the officers pry the boy from his car, but they shoved him away. He almost screamed right into the sky, but a voice was heard:
"HEY YOU! CMERE!"
Bakura rushed over to the car and saw that his Ryou had been halfway pulled from the window of shattered glass. The officers were supporting his head and frame, but his lower half was stiff wedged. Yami Bakura crouched down and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and shoved him out of the window. He took Ryou's slender frame in his arms and stared, bewildered. Blood was flowing from the boy's forehead and staining his angelic white hair, and dripping into a growing puddle on the ground. It stained his tattered shirt, and one of his eyes was half-open. Dozens of little cuts and bruises scarred the boy's innocent face and neck, and blood was running all down his shoulders. Bakura felt the hot, red liquid seep between his fingers and onto his hands. Ryou lay flopped and lifeless in Bakura's arms. He looked like a doll, a doll that had just been murdered.
The paramedics jerked the boy from his dark side and plopped him onto a stretcher. Bakura felt hands on his back. He reared around and tried to fight off the offender.
"DON't TOUCH ME!!!!!--" he started to yell until he realized who the "offender" was. He stared into light lavender eyes filled with unnoticed tears, and stopped his attack. Malik looked back up at him, his face and vision blurred by the night sky.
"Bakura--" he began, but his voice trailed. He had caught sight of Ryou. He was being lifted into the ambulance. Bakura and Malik took off after the ambulance and jumped inside to ride with the boy to the hospital. The doctors had already began to wrap gauze around his heavily bleeding wounds and hooked him up to an artificial breather. They were pumping his chest, and with each pump, his limp body gave a sickly lurch and bounced on the stretcher. Bakura watched in horror, and winced each itme.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING OT HIM?!?! HE'S MINE!!! GET OFF HIM!!!" Bakura's mind had snapped. He was raging in complete insanity. The ambulance had taken off, and Malik knew that it would probably tip over. He wrapped his arms tightly around Bakura's chest, holding him back form Ryou.
~He took the thread that was offered to him.~
~He had one condition.~
~But life was life.~
~So the boy took the thread.~
***
Malik, Yugi, and their yamis were all at the hospital. Ryou had been put in intensive care. A nurse walked up to the silent waiting group and removed her hat.
Malik and Bakura's eyes grew large. They both knew what it meant when a nurse takes their hat off. They had seen it on tv. But contrary to their thoughts, the nurse smiled, a sad smile.
"He's alive....but in a critical condition."
Malik had tears in his eyes, and Yugi's face was stained with them. Yami had a distraught expression, as Bakura did, but neither were crying. Marik was sitting close to Malik, and Yugi was completely embraced by his yami.
"He has had a terrible head injury," she said. "He has forgotten....nearly his whole life. The boy must relearn how to walk, talk, eat...." She stopped when she saw tears streaming from their eyes. All of them. Bakura shed only one drop of sadness. His face was flushed red, and his mouth was open as if he were about to say something. But he never spoke. He rose from the chair and looked at the nurse.
"Bakura?" whispered Yugi. Bakura stared bullets through the boy, turned, and began to walk down the hall. The boys could hear him grumbling and talking to himself as he quickened his pace. He broke into a steady run and flew through the doors.
~One last string of life to hold onto.......reduced to a thin thread........~
~But he took the thread.~
~He took the thread and embraced it.~
~One thread.~
~One hope.~
~One person lost, another gained.~
.................Little Cupid...........................
"Cupid and Psyche?" asked Yugi. He had been given a greek myth to read for English homework. It was titled 'Cupid and Psyche' , about a beautiful girl and a god who fell in love with her. "Beauty was a curse to a girl named Psyche...." Yugi read aloud as he turned the page.
It was 9:33 at night, and Yugi Muuto had neglected to do his english homework. He was to read this myth and write a paragraph summarizing it. He read by the dim light of his bedside lamp, comfy in his little satin pajamas. They were splattered and decorated with stars and moons, and he loved them, even though he was fifteen. People at school would have called him 'dumb' or 'retarded'.
"What do they know about retarded people?" he asked himself. He liked nothing worse than someone who insulted people with words they didn't even know. Yugi decided to concentrate on his homework, for if he hadn't, he would have been up all night ranting about nasty children at school. Little did he know that he would be up all night anyway.
"Hi Yugi," said Yami dryly as he walked through the door in his boxers. His mouth was full of toothpaste, impairing his speech. Little drops of foam dropped onto Yugi's carpet as he walked by. Yugi just stared at him, as usual, eyeing his topless dark side despite his mouth full of blue mint slop.
"Pull your shorts up, Yami. You look like one of those girls at school," said Yugi, giggling. Yami's lower backside was being exposed by his loose- fitting boxers. Yami, however, didn't approve of the suggestion. He spat out his toothpaste, turned around, and stuck his fingers into his boxers and whisked them down, exposing his whole rear end!
"Yami!" said Yugi, sniggering at the fact that Yami had just mooned him. Yami sat down next to Yugi and nudged him.
"Lookit this story I'm s'posed ot read. Cupid and Psyche."
"Lemme see it," said Yami, jerking the paper from his aibou and reading it. "It's a cute story."
"You read it, and YOU write the summary then," said Yugi.
"Under one condition," replied Yami, smiling evilly at Yugi. Yami slid over to the boy and pressed his lips softly onto Yugi's. Yugi blushed furiously, and slid an arm around Yami's neck as Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi's slender torso. Yami slipped his tounge itno the boy's mouth and felt around, even though he had explored it many times before.
The phone began to ring and Yami jolted up. "Don't answer it...." wheezed Yugi. Yami rolled his eyes and sat back down on the bed and pulled his aibou closer to him, rubbing his head. The phone rang again.
"God dammit....this better be good!" spat Yami as he picked up the phone.
"--Shoujini Drive.....!!! Come here NOW, Yugi!!!--"
***
Yami Bakura had been sitting peacefully in the park, most unusual. It was 8:00 PM. Nobody would bother him at this hour. Ryou was out driving somewhere. Then he felt it. A surge of emptiness. His connection with his aibou had been broken, and something horrible had happened, he knew.
Now he was sitting on the cement watching about 5 police officers try and pry a broken body from the window of a demolished car that had been flipped upside down. His heart of stone had not been melted this time, it had been broken. Destroyed. He was sitting and staring and praying that the obiously lifeless body would make it out of that car okay. He was whispering to himself. ~Please let him be okay....Ra, no........he can't die....he CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!" The albino grew angry. He wanted to help the officers pry the boy from his car, but they shoved him away. He almost screamed right into the sky, but a voice was heard:
"HEY YOU! CMERE!"
Bakura rushed over to the car and saw that his Ryou had been halfway pulled from the window of shattered glass. The officers were supporting his head and frame, but his lower half was stiff wedged. Yami Bakura crouched down and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and shoved him out of the window. He took Ryou's slender frame in his arms and stared, bewildered. Blood was flowing from the boy's forehead and staining his angelic white hair, and dripping into a growing puddle on the ground. It stained his tattered shirt, and one of his eyes was half-open. Dozens of little cuts and bruises scarred the boy's innocent face and neck, and blood was running all down his shoulders. Bakura felt the hot, red liquid seep between his fingers and onto his hands. Ryou lay flopped and lifeless in Bakura's arms. He looked like a doll, a doll that had just been murdered.
The paramedics jerked the boy from his dark side and plopped him onto a stretcher. Bakura felt hands on his back. He reared around and tried to fight off the offender.
"DON't TOUCH ME!!!!!--" he started to yell until he realized who the "offender" was. He stared into light lavender eyes filled with unnoticed tears, and stopped his attack. Malik looked back up at him, his face and vision blurred by the night sky.
"Bakura--" he began, but his voice trailed. He had caught sight of Ryou. He was being lifted into the ambulance. Bakura and Malik took off after the ambulance and jumped inside to ride with the boy to the hospital. The doctors had already began to wrap gauze around his heavily bleeding wounds and hooked him up to an artificial breather. They were pumping his chest, and with each pump, his limp body gave a sickly lurch and bounced on the stretcher. Bakura watched in horror, and winced each itme.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING OT HIM?!?! HE'S MINE!!! GET OFF HIM!!!" Bakura's mind had snapped. He was raging in complete insanity. The ambulance had taken off, and Malik knew that it would probably tip over. He wrapped his arms tightly around Bakura's chest, holding him back form Ryou.
~He took the thread that was offered to him.~
~He had one condition.~
~But life was life.~
~So the boy took the thread.~
***
Malik, Yugi, and their yamis were all at the hospital. Ryou had been put in intensive care. A nurse walked up to the silent waiting group and removed her hat.
Malik and Bakura's eyes grew large. They both knew what it meant when a nurse takes their hat off. They had seen it on tv. But contrary to their thoughts, the nurse smiled, a sad smile.
"He's alive....but in a critical condition."
Malik had tears in his eyes, and Yugi's face was stained with them. Yami had a distraught expression, as Bakura did, but neither were crying. Marik was sitting close to Malik, and Yugi was completely embraced by his yami.
"He has had a terrible head injury," she said. "He has forgotten....nearly his whole life. The boy must relearn how to walk, talk, eat...." She stopped when she saw tears streaming from their eyes. All of them. Bakura shed only one drop of sadness. His face was flushed red, and his mouth was open as if he were about to say something. But he never spoke. He rose from the chair and looked at the nurse.
"Bakura?" whispered Yugi. Bakura stared bullets through the boy, turned, and began to walk down the hall. The boys could hear him grumbling and talking to himself as he quickened his pace. He broke into a steady run and flew through the doors.