AN: Again, sorry about the time problems. This ending is harder to write
than I first imagined. Don't worry though. I will finish! Anyhow, about
two more chapters, maybe three.
Ryou's Problem 8
"You're quick." Yami sneered. "I need a better vessel than this weakling. Now hand over the boy and you may leave."
"Yami?" I whispered, his words cutting into my heart. I felt my hands and limbs go limp as I continued to process his words. "Why Bakura? Why do you hate me so much?"
"Well? Hand him over!" Bakura demanded.
"Fine. Catch!" Tristan yelled as he flung Mokuba's body at my Yami. Grunting a little under the boys' weight, Bakura didn't notice Tristan until it was too late.
/LOOK OUT! / I screamed as Tristan's hand collided with Bakura's neck. I yelped in surprise as my vision suddenly reverted back to my soul room and I fell on my butt.
"Shit!" I hissed, rubbing my head and neck. "Tristan must have knocked us out."
"Ow." I heard Bakura moan from the hall. Walking over to my door, I looked down and found him lying on the floor, gripping his head. "Fuckin' 'ell."
"You okay?" I asked, from my doorway. He didn't answer, but I hadn't really expected him too. We stood-at least, I did-there for a few minutes before Bakura managed to sit up. I walked over and helped him stand. "I asked you a question."
"I was so close to getting that boy and then I get smacked unconscious....... how do you think I'm feeling?"
"Like shit." I admitted. "Hey, it hurt me, too."
"Which part?" Bakura asked, catching me off guard.
"What?" I asked. Bakura shook his head and sat back down on the floor. I looked down at him and he scooted over so he could lean against the wall.
"Which part hurt? Getting smacked or my words?"
"I don't understand." I lied.
"Don't play dumb. I heard you! 'Why do you hate me so much?' I believe were the exact words. So what part were you referring to?"
"Both." I shrugged. I was lying again. I'd only meant getting hit, but the words had hurt too.
"I'm sorry." Bakura whispered.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked, surprised. Bakura had never apologized before.
"I mean, I'm sorry I said what I did. I was angry that you were so addicted. Your habit scares me, Ryou."
"It scares me too." I admitted as I sat down and crawled over to sit next to him. "I've always been scared of not being in control and the cocaine let me have that power. But then it started to control me and I couldn't escape from it."
"Why didn't you ask someone for help?"
"I was scared of that too. I was afraid that if I told someone that they would leave me alone. I'm more scared of being alone then anything else." I sobbed. Bakura gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me.
"Shush." He whispered. "Don't cry."
"Yami?" I hiccuped while burring my head in his sweater. "Can we make a deal?"
"What sort of deal?"
"I'll do anything you want....... if you promise never to leave me."
"Anything? And I can order you around forever?" Yami asked with a slight grin. I frowned; he knew that wasn't what I had meant.
"No. What do you want so that you'll never leave me?" I whispered.
"I want you to get help, Ryou." He said after a minute of silence. "And I don't want you to fight me when I go in search of the millennium items."
"I won't fight you." I promised. "But....... I don't want to go to rehab."
"I could always leave." Bakura suggested and I groaned. Bakura had already won and he knew it.
"I'll get help....... when we get off the island. And don't expect me to help you get those items either!"
"Fine. As long as you don't truly fight me." He nodded. I nodded in return and smiled.
"And you promise not to leave me?" I asked again; just to be sure.
"I promise."
AN: Sorry about the short chapter. No promises about the next one but, since it's the end, I think it will be longer. R&R!
Ryou's Problem 8
"You're quick." Yami sneered. "I need a better vessel than this weakling. Now hand over the boy and you may leave."
"Yami?" I whispered, his words cutting into my heart. I felt my hands and limbs go limp as I continued to process his words. "Why Bakura? Why do you hate me so much?"
"Well? Hand him over!" Bakura demanded.
"Fine. Catch!" Tristan yelled as he flung Mokuba's body at my Yami. Grunting a little under the boys' weight, Bakura didn't notice Tristan until it was too late.
/LOOK OUT! / I screamed as Tristan's hand collided with Bakura's neck. I yelped in surprise as my vision suddenly reverted back to my soul room and I fell on my butt.
"Shit!" I hissed, rubbing my head and neck. "Tristan must have knocked us out."
"Ow." I heard Bakura moan from the hall. Walking over to my door, I looked down and found him lying on the floor, gripping his head. "Fuckin' 'ell."
"You okay?" I asked, from my doorway. He didn't answer, but I hadn't really expected him too. We stood-at least, I did-there for a few minutes before Bakura managed to sit up. I walked over and helped him stand. "I asked you a question."
"I was so close to getting that boy and then I get smacked unconscious....... how do you think I'm feeling?"
"Like shit." I admitted. "Hey, it hurt me, too."
"Which part?" Bakura asked, catching me off guard.
"What?" I asked. Bakura shook his head and sat back down on the floor. I looked down at him and he scooted over so he could lean against the wall.
"Which part hurt? Getting smacked or my words?"
"I don't understand." I lied.
"Don't play dumb. I heard you! 'Why do you hate me so much?' I believe were the exact words. So what part were you referring to?"
"Both." I shrugged. I was lying again. I'd only meant getting hit, but the words had hurt too.
"I'm sorry." Bakura whispered.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked, surprised. Bakura had never apologized before.
"I mean, I'm sorry I said what I did. I was angry that you were so addicted. Your habit scares me, Ryou."
"It scares me too." I admitted as I sat down and crawled over to sit next to him. "I've always been scared of not being in control and the cocaine let me have that power. But then it started to control me and I couldn't escape from it."
"Why didn't you ask someone for help?"
"I was scared of that too. I was afraid that if I told someone that they would leave me alone. I'm more scared of being alone then anything else." I sobbed. Bakura gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me.
"Shush." He whispered. "Don't cry."
"Yami?" I hiccuped while burring my head in his sweater. "Can we make a deal?"
"What sort of deal?"
"I'll do anything you want....... if you promise never to leave me."
"Anything? And I can order you around forever?" Yami asked with a slight grin. I frowned; he knew that wasn't what I had meant.
"No. What do you want so that you'll never leave me?" I whispered.
"I want you to get help, Ryou." He said after a minute of silence. "And I don't want you to fight me when I go in search of the millennium items."
"I won't fight you." I promised. "But....... I don't want to go to rehab."
"I could always leave." Bakura suggested and I groaned. Bakura had already won and he knew it.
"I'll get help....... when we get off the island. And don't expect me to help you get those items either!"
"Fine. As long as you don't truly fight me." He nodded. I nodded in return and smiled.
"And you promise not to leave me?" I asked again; just to be sure.
"I promise."
AN: Sorry about the short chapter. No promises about the next one but, since it's the end, I think it will be longer. R&R!
