AN: Well, so our precious Ryou is a druggie. But you'll see how it works in a bit. I researched this really hard and deep! You want the facts, I got 'em. Anyway, I'd like to say that I don't endorse drugs in any way shape or form and if you are on them tell someone! They can really hurt you. (oh, god. That sounded so lame.) Anyway, drugs can really screw with you, so stay away. But, on we go with the fic. My non-AU fic with a VERY different outlook.

Ryou's problem 2

I sat there waiting for the idiot to wake up. Malik had just called back and given me some more information about Cocaine, it's long-term effects and he'd also given me a help-line to call. If what he'd told me was right there wasn't a chance in hell, Ryou was leaving my sight. It wasn't that I cared about the moron, but honestly, he was obviously too weak to look out for himself. Curse these stupid feelings of responsibility. I rubbed my neck, trying to relieve the tension and looked over at the sleeping boy. I jumped a bit as I realized that he was staring back. Neither one of us spoke for a while.

"So, how long you been on it?" I asked quietly.

"Huh?" Ryou asked me.

"DON'T PLAY INNOCENT WITH ME!" I roared before calming down. "I know all about your stupid little habit. Jeez, you're such a weakling. So, you gonna tell me or continue to pretend you're clueless?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ryou protested. Snarling, I jumped up and straddled his chest, my hands holding his shoulders.

"Your cocaine!" I spat. "Your fucking drug habit! How long?"

"I..." Ryou began, the protest forming on his lips.

"You know exactly what I mean and I'm not going to ask again!" I told him as my grip tightened and I shook him.

"Only three times!" Ryou cried out. "I swear only three times!"

Letting go of him, I sighed and rolled my shoulders.

"So this time was your fourth?" I asked. Ryou just nodded, the fear still lingering in his eyes.

"So it's not to late. Look, Ryou, I'm not going to let you destroy yourself. From now on you tell me where you're going and who you're going with, understand?"

"But Bakura!" Ryou protested.

"No buts. Oh and I flushed your drugs and did a search of the house."

"You can't do this to me!"

"Would you rather be in rehab?" I asked. "Huh?"

"Please, Yami! I need it! Please give it back to me!" Ryou begged.

"NO!" I shouted. Ryou sniffed and tried to control his tears, while I clenched and unclenched my fists, attempting to rein in my anger. I finally went over to his closet and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt. Tossing them in Ryou's direction, I walked to the door. "Put those on and come down stairs."

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"And just where do you think you're going?" I asked, causing Ryou to freeze.

"Out." He mumbled.

"Out where? With who?" I growled.

"To the school. It's called my education."

"Fine." I muttered. "You'd better come straight home though."

"Posh! Like you'd know."

"I can dial a phone. I'll just call Malik."

"Fine." Ryou hissed, slamming the door on the way out.

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I eased the door open and crept towards the stairs.

"Ahem?" Bakura coughed, causing me to freeze.

"Yes, Yami?" I asked, cautiously.

"Empty out your pockets."

"Huh?"

"Empty your pockets and give me your backpack."

"Why?"

"I'm checking you over."

"I haven't got anything. You flushed my supplies yesterday."

"I'm not dumb. I know you can buy more." Yami growled as he reached over and grabbed my backpack. I stiffened. I HAD bought another pack in school. Fortunately I' hidden them in my shoes to avoid any nosy teachers seeing unusual bumps on my person. Finding nothing in my backpack, Yami patted me down and frowned when he still came up with nothing.

"Take off your shirt and pants." Yami told me. I didn't move.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard. It's called a strip search."

"You can't do this! It's not right!"

"You prefer rehab?" Yami asked me. Biting my lower lip, I pulled off my shirt and pants, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Why did you leave your shoe's on? It's much easier to strip with your shoes off."

"I dunno." I muttered.

"Take them off. Now!" Yami told me. I looked at the floor but took off my shoes, not meeting Bakura's eye when a small packet fell to the ground. "I'll take that."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I had Malik watch you." My Yami shrugged, as he walked out of the room and left me to redress and clean up my books and papers. When I was finished, I walked into the kitchen and made myself some coffee. Withdrawal was hitting me... hard! Halfway through math, I'd almost fallen asleep and I'd almost crashed the second I'd gotten home. I felt my eyes flutter close and my body fell to the ground.

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I woak up to cold water hitting my face.

"Huh? What?" I asked, groggily.

"Wake up." Bakura muttered. "You've been asleep five hours. Come on it's time for dinner."

I sat up and glanced around.

"Uh, Yami? Why are there a lot of doors in the living room?"

"I took them off their hinges." He shrugged.

"But Yami! My bedroom door is here. And the bathrooms!"

"I can't trust you! The doors stay where they are until I feel you're better."

"YAMI!" I screamed, feeling like a child. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! IT'S NOT FAIR! I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD YOU KNOW!"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?" Bakura roared. "If you aren't a child, then stop acting like one. You continue to act like a little girl and I'll continue to treat you like one. Pathetic. Only weaklings need drugs."

"AH!" I screamed, running at him, my fist swinging. My fist found his stomach and my other hand curled around his throat. "TAKE THAT BACK!!"

"NEVER!" Bakura yelled back as he punched my in the face. Falling on my ass, I clutched my face and tried to ignore my bloody nose. "GOD! You're acting like an addict! Now you listen to me! The doors stay down, the strip searches stay and you will be watched. Fight me and I will fight back. Oh and from now on, I'm going to accompany you to school in the ring."

"Yami!" I started, but he silenced me with a glare. I waited 'til he'd gone, before removing my hand and going to the bathroom to wash away the blood from my nose. "Bastard. I hope he rots in hell. I'm no child. I can take care of myself. I KNOW what I'm doing. Hell, I could stop if I wanted to. I could. I just don't want to... and who is he to be controlling me? Asshole!"