Chapter 7

A/N: Not too many ideas coming up these days…but I have to keep trying, right?

Disclaimer: This is the last time I'm going to post up the disclaimer because it's getting really annoying to say this thing: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!

Warning: This is PG-13…it might get raised…I'm not sure yet. Violence. I warned you. Please read all warnings before you read any fanfics.

= Ryou's thoughts to Bakura (remember? I said I'll only say Bakura for Y. Bakura now)

= Bakura's thoughts to Ryou

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Ryou's POV

I woke up a bit dazed. I tried opening my eyes, but it only brought more pain to my aching head. My face was numb with the bruises that my other half gave me, along with the deep cut that he left on my neck.

I stayed on the bed, trying to think of anything that would get this throbbing headache away from me, but it only hurt more when I thought about it. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my forehead. It was a nice, comfortable feeling for once. I was quite disappointed when the hand pulled away from my forehead. I still didn't open my eyes, though.

The voice spoke, "He'll be okay in a while. Get a cup of water and aspirin for him, Yugi." That voice belonged to Yami. I had only known him for such a short time and he was already being so nice to me.

He tapped me softly on my cheek and said ever so softly, "Ryou, wake up. Drink some water and take an aspirin." I half-opened my eyes, attempting to get up with my insecure arms with a whole lot of difficulty, when Yami gently pushed me back onto the bed.

"You don't need to get up. Just take the medicine and rest," he said, with a peaceful smile. As soon as Yugi brought the medicine, Yami helped me lift my head up to drink the water and take the aspirin. It felt much better when I finally got something to relieve my headache.

I was finally going to get some nice, peaceful sleep…

A few hours later…

The bright sunlight tickled my cheeks and forced me to open my eyes. It was pretty late in the morning now. I must have slept for a long time…My head didn't hurt anymore, but the scars still stung a little bit.

I groaned as I sat up the bed; I didn't want to get away from the comfort. Nobody was in the room. Where were Yami and Yugi? Loneliness quickly pervaded through my mind, nothing impacting me too much, for it was what I had to get accustomed to.

What time was it now? My eyes quickly search for a clock in the deserted room; finally setting upon a tiny alarm clock that sat on a night table.

12:57.

My hands reached up to the mark that scarred my neck, thanks to my other half, Bakura. Great, how would I cover this up? My mind searched for answers, going through multiple possibilities, but never settling on the right one…did I say right? I meant the best possible solution that there is…nothing is right in the world…nothing has to be right…not even me…I only exist because I think I exist…cogito ergo sum, meaning I think, there for I am…nothing has to make sense…. My fingers trace the scar, feeling the deep gash that was left by the knife. Not once did I feel pain, for I've felt pain incomparable to this little disturbance.

My eyes stare absently at the walls, but see nothing. My mind suddenly snapped back to reality when it felt another presence in the room. The presence provoked a tingling feeling, just like when you feel something is there, but you don't know what, or whom. Turning to my company, I saw that it was Yami. He stood there, his figure standing proud and tall, his expression so profound. The crimson eyes, penetrating through all depths to seek one's true self, never falter to catch my eyes upon them. The admirable figure stood in silence, looking down at my once blank self.

"Ryou, are you all right?" he asked, his voice so charismatic, but concerned.

I didn't know what to say. Should I say I'm all right physically, but I'm not mentally? What would he say then? He'd think I'm crazy or something.

"I'm fine, thanks."

The room stayed silent for a while until it was broken by his voice.

"Ryou…if you don't mind, I would like to talk about your Millennium Ring."

"…okay…"

He put his hand on my shoulder, the grip telling me that everything would be all right. Just through that one touch, I knew that I could trust everything that he would tell me, and I could trust him with everything that I told him. He sat down next to my curled up body on the bed, sighing in search of what to say.

"Ryou, when did you get your Millennium Ring?"

"…when I was about five…my father brought it back from one of his trips…Egypt, I think," I told him, remembering everything I could.

"Did he say there was anything special about it? Like why he felt you were destined to have it?"

"No…I thought it was just one of those ancient artifacts my father always brought back from his trips. Until a few days ago, that is…"

"Bakura never showed himself to you before?"

I shook my head.

"Bakura is your other half, Ryou. The spirit inside the Ring is now a part of you. You might not have noticed it before, but he's been a part of you ever since you wore that ring for the first time. Unfortunately, before his soul was captured into the Ring, Bakura was a tomb robber…"

"Why was I 'destined' to get it then?"

"That remains a mystery, Ryou. There's no absolute reason to why the Millennium items would choose their owners. Maybe it has to do something that was linked between you and Bakura."

"Then why would he hurt me?"

"I don't know everything, Ryou," he said, chuckling, "but I can tell you one thing, as long as I'm here with you, he won't try to harm you."

"Thank you…"

A/N: End of Chapter 7! I haven't updated in a long time…^^;; One question though…do you think I should have yaoi (boy x boy coupling) in this story? Please R&R!