Noname: Hello all! I just want to say "thankies* to all the people who
reviewed my other chapters: ITSAME, MAGIA, LADY PEGASIS, SILVER-FANGED
DARGON, ZOE MOTO, SARINA FANNEL, SPARK-GURL, STORM_CHILD, GARU 37, YAMI
TSUKI TENCHI, R AMYTHEST, CROSSOVER AUTHORESS, BAKI-CHAN, YAMS & HICKY,
MAGIA, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, CYRSTAL DRAGON98
Whew! That took effort, but totally worth thanking you people for reviewing this story, it means so much!!
Bakura: it's not like you won a bloody award.
Noname: what's your problem? Ohhhh, I get it. You want them to review you too! Okay. I'll fix it.
Bakura: no but.
Noname: please you guys / girls) don't forget to review Bakura, he's jealous. He wants to be special.
Anyways.. on with the story. and you'll know more about the cat too. Enjoy! (And if I forgot to put you on my*thankies* list and you reviewed, I'm really sorry and tell me so I can kick myself, and put ya' on next time...the story.. finally.
Chapter 3
Ryou, sobbing and wincing in pain fell on his knees at the door of his room. The pain, the punishments where just too much for his body, and to great for his soul. How could one take this on any longer? Would all this pain last forever, or does time really have a way of healing all things?
Ryou needed someone. A real friend. Someone who would understand and care about him. Yugi and Co obviously tried to act like friends but it was also obvious that they didn't want him around. They only showed pity for him, and that's what their relationship was always based on. Pity for poor Ryou, who is too weak to handle life.
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Ryou little by little crawled into his room, with his school bag. His hand was still supporting his damaged, bloody neck with one hand.
Ryou, now on the floor of his room on the furry carpet next to his bed, tried to make an attempt to climb upon his bed, making sure his neck not damaged more and the multicolored cat in his bag, not hurt.
He slowly held up both of his feeble, shaking arms and tried as hard as he could to place his school bag (with the cat inside) on top of his bed slowly.
He then tried his best to get on his bed without being wounded more, for he just now noticed that the misfortune of him flying across the room into a wall, had done more to his back then he thought. Rubbing his sore and aching back, he slowly sat on the edge of his bed, took of his shirt, and lay down carefully. He looked up at the ceiling and thought to himself.
' Why do I deserve this pain? And what have I done to make him hate me so much? Why?
" Maybe I'm just not meant to be.. Loved. or cared for. If that what my yami says, maybe it's true. but. is it really? Maybe he does hate me as much as he always says he does. but then.. What of me? Do I myself really love my yami as much as I say I do? Maybe I don't love him. Maybe I just have this idea that he's actually sorry for all the things he does.. The way he treats me, but I don't really like him at all.
Ryou sighed and decided that all his "attempted wisdom" really made no sense. He either loved his yami, or hated his yami. He knew that he felt both these things. But that was impossible. It's either he loved his yami or hated his other half of his soul. Ryou had to make that decision before any of his thoughts where resolute.
He sat up immediately; despite the awful pain in his back and noticed he had forgotten all about the cat still in his bag.
He stretched his arm forwards, in order to reach the end of the bag and pull it closer. He opened it, relieved that his cat friend was fine. He smiled down at the cat, and the cat grinned back even though you could tell the cat had on an I-know-your-miserable, - so-you-might-as-well-stop- smiling-face.
" Meow?" it said as if asking "why the long face?"
Ryou said nothing and pulled the cat into his arms, hugging it like a baby. His eyes welled with tears and he started to cry silently. This was just too much, feeling empty, like no one cares, and lost at the thought of being not loved. Ever since his yami came to him out of the millennium ring, he has felt the very same way.
The cat tried as hard as it could to pat Ryou's chest reassuringly, tucking its long, slender nails inward.
The cat felt all the deep cuts, soars and bruses on his thin, bare chest, worn by time. The cuts and dried blood still remained; leaving a story behind each cut, discoloration, and sore.
Ryou stopped crying, tear formations still standing on his pale face. He flushed red when he noticed the cat was standing on its hind legs, caressing him. or at least trying to. he was flattered, even though it was a cat. just a cat. or was it? It seemed so. almost human.
He looked the cat from head to toe (or paw in this case) getting that familiar feeling again that he knew this cat from somewhere, but just couldn't place it. Yami Yugi? Well, maybe. but why would he be a cat? Yugi? No.. can't be. Anzu? Seto Kaiba? Definitely not. And Mokuba... what a thought of distortion.
'That's strange.', Ryou said aloud.
Ryou then shrugged the whole thought off and realized it was kind of dumb. Why would his friends be cats? But then again. why not? Ryou made a mental note to think about it all later.
He hopped of his bed and went straight out of his room to the bathroom across from it, and pulled out a 7-inch bandage out of a medicine cabinet, and found a hand towel and soaked with scorching hot water. He headed for the door, and walked straight back to his room. He slowly got back on his bed, where he was once before, in front of the cat. He took the towel, still steaming and placed it on the cat's injured paw from earlier.
" Now. hold still", Ryou gently commanded the cat.
" MROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
" Shhhh, now. it's alright, it'll help your paw heal." Ryou whispered.
"feh. I've heard of better remedies in my day- I mean... MEOW, MEOW?
Ryou thought he was going delirious. This cat hadn't been talking to him a few minutes ago. It was impossible. Just no way. Absolutely no possible way. Ryou checked his forehead. It wasn't hot. maybe he was sick or something. Anything, but that cat didn't just talk to him. Ryou, scared of himself for thinking such things, tried to ask the cat what it had said, because if this cat could talk, he wouldn't think of himself as totally cracked.
" P- Pardon?" he asked with suspicion.
" Meow?" the cat replied and cocked its head quizzically.
" Never mind" he said, now confused. ' Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me.'
Ryou petted the cat, behind it's perky black and white coated ears, and rubbed its multicolored nappy fur.
"Oh My", Ryou exclaimed. " I think you need a bath! Your fur is all clumped together!"
Ryou had a disgusted look on his face. When he pulled out his hand from the cat's fur, his hand full of dried, crusted brown dirt and grime.
" If you where smart, you would know that cats hate water", mumbled the cat.
Ryou, shocked again, now knew he was loosing his marbles. 'This isn't right' he kept telling himself. ' Cats can't talk'.
Ryou, skeptically shook his head, to clear his mind. He couldn't keep thinking such foolish things. He decided to bathe the cat later.
" C'mon now," said Ryou. " Let's get you something to eat"
Ryou peeked outside his room to make sure his yami wouldn't see him sneak into the kitchen with the cat. He made cautious that Bakura wasn't hiding around any bend or corner.
He carried the cat off the bed and into his arms. He left the room, passing most of the rooms that where upstairs. He reached the top of the staircase, nervous that he might make to much noise and alarm his yami. wherever he was. He just hoped he was nowhere near the kitchen and he could actually get down the stairs. But most of all, he hoped he could actually pull this off.
Noname: well, that's a wrap! Bakura: That was revolting
Noname: how dare you?!!!!!
Bakura: I dare alright.!!!1
Noname: You're just jealous because you want to be reviewed!
Bakura: That's far from the problem.
Noname: You're just like a tobacco monkey
Bakura: what?
Noname: you keep ranting until you get what you want! So shut up already!!!!!!!
Anyways, please R&R!!!!! Warning; this was typed at 28 Words per minute. Be careful!!!
Whew! That took effort, but totally worth thanking you people for reviewing this story, it means so much!!
Bakura: it's not like you won a bloody award.
Noname: what's your problem? Ohhhh, I get it. You want them to review you too! Okay. I'll fix it.
Bakura: no but.
Noname: please you guys / girls) don't forget to review Bakura, he's jealous. He wants to be special.
Anyways.. on with the story. and you'll know more about the cat too. Enjoy! (And if I forgot to put you on my*thankies* list and you reviewed, I'm really sorry and tell me so I can kick myself, and put ya' on next time...the story.. finally.
Chapter 3
Ryou, sobbing and wincing in pain fell on his knees at the door of his room. The pain, the punishments where just too much for his body, and to great for his soul. How could one take this on any longer? Would all this pain last forever, or does time really have a way of healing all things?
Ryou needed someone. A real friend. Someone who would understand and care about him. Yugi and Co obviously tried to act like friends but it was also obvious that they didn't want him around. They only showed pity for him, and that's what their relationship was always based on. Pity for poor Ryou, who is too weak to handle life.
#####################################################################3
Ryou little by little crawled into his room, with his school bag. His hand was still supporting his damaged, bloody neck with one hand.
Ryou, now on the floor of his room on the furry carpet next to his bed, tried to make an attempt to climb upon his bed, making sure his neck not damaged more and the multicolored cat in his bag, not hurt.
He slowly held up both of his feeble, shaking arms and tried as hard as he could to place his school bag (with the cat inside) on top of his bed slowly.
He then tried his best to get on his bed without being wounded more, for he just now noticed that the misfortune of him flying across the room into a wall, had done more to his back then he thought. Rubbing his sore and aching back, he slowly sat on the edge of his bed, took of his shirt, and lay down carefully. He looked up at the ceiling and thought to himself.
' Why do I deserve this pain? And what have I done to make him hate me so much? Why?
" Maybe I'm just not meant to be.. Loved. or cared for. If that what my yami says, maybe it's true. but. is it really? Maybe he does hate me as much as he always says he does. but then.. What of me? Do I myself really love my yami as much as I say I do? Maybe I don't love him. Maybe I just have this idea that he's actually sorry for all the things he does.. The way he treats me, but I don't really like him at all.
Ryou sighed and decided that all his "attempted wisdom" really made no sense. He either loved his yami, or hated his yami. He knew that he felt both these things. But that was impossible. It's either he loved his yami or hated his other half of his soul. Ryou had to make that decision before any of his thoughts where resolute.
He sat up immediately; despite the awful pain in his back and noticed he had forgotten all about the cat still in his bag.
He stretched his arm forwards, in order to reach the end of the bag and pull it closer. He opened it, relieved that his cat friend was fine. He smiled down at the cat, and the cat grinned back even though you could tell the cat had on an I-know-your-miserable, - so-you-might-as-well-stop- smiling-face.
" Meow?" it said as if asking "why the long face?"
Ryou said nothing and pulled the cat into his arms, hugging it like a baby. His eyes welled with tears and he started to cry silently. This was just too much, feeling empty, like no one cares, and lost at the thought of being not loved. Ever since his yami came to him out of the millennium ring, he has felt the very same way.
The cat tried as hard as it could to pat Ryou's chest reassuringly, tucking its long, slender nails inward.
The cat felt all the deep cuts, soars and bruses on his thin, bare chest, worn by time. The cuts and dried blood still remained; leaving a story behind each cut, discoloration, and sore.
Ryou stopped crying, tear formations still standing on his pale face. He flushed red when he noticed the cat was standing on its hind legs, caressing him. or at least trying to. he was flattered, even though it was a cat. just a cat. or was it? It seemed so. almost human.
He looked the cat from head to toe (or paw in this case) getting that familiar feeling again that he knew this cat from somewhere, but just couldn't place it. Yami Yugi? Well, maybe. but why would he be a cat? Yugi? No.. can't be. Anzu? Seto Kaiba? Definitely not. And Mokuba... what a thought of distortion.
'That's strange.', Ryou said aloud.
Ryou then shrugged the whole thought off and realized it was kind of dumb. Why would his friends be cats? But then again. why not? Ryou made a mental note to think about it all later.
He hopped of his bed and went straight out of his room to the bathroom across from it, and pulled out a 7-inch bandage out of a medicine cabinet, and found a hand towel and soaked with scorching hot water. He headed for the door, and walked straight back to his room. He slowly got back on his bed, where he was once before, in front of the cat. He took the towel, still steaming and placed it on the cat's injured paw from earlier.
" Now. hold still", Ryou gently commanded the cat.
" MROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
" Shhhh, now. it's alright, it'll help your paw heal." Ryou whispered.
"feh. I've heard of better remedies in my day- I mean... MEOW, MEOW?
Ryou thought he was going delirious. This cat hadn't been talking to him a few minutes ago. It was impossible. Just no way. Absolutely no possible way. Ryou checked his forehead. It wasn't hot. maybe he was sick or something. Anything, but that cat didn't just talk to him. Ryou, scared of himself for thinking such things, tried to ask the cat what it had said, because if this cat could talk, he wouldn't think of himself as totally cracked.
" P- Pardon?" he asked with suspicion.
" Meow?" the cat replied and cocked its head quizzically.
" Never mind" he said, now confused. ' Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me.'
Ryou petted the cat, behind it's perky black and white coated ears, and rubbed its multicolored nappy fur.
"Oh My", Ryou exclaimed. " I think you need a bath! Your fur is all clumped together!"
Ryou had a disgusted look on his face. When he pulled out his hand from the cat's fur, his hand full of dried, crusted brown dirt and grime.
" If you where smart, you would know that cats hate water", mumbled the cat.
Ryou, shocked again, now knew he was loosing his marbles. 'This isn't right' he kept telling himself. ' Cats can't talk'.
Ryou, skeptically shook his head, to clear his mind. He couldn't keep thinking such foolish things. He decided to bathe the cat later.
" C'mon now," said Ryou. " Let's get you something to eat"
Ryou peeked outside his room to make sure his yami wouldn't see him sneak into the kitchen with the cat. He made cautious that Bakura wasn't hiding around any bend or corner.
He carried the cat off the bed and into his arms. He left the room, passing most of the rooms that where upstairs. He reached the top of the staircase, nervous that he might make to much noise and alarm his yami. wherever he was. He just hoped he was nowhere near the kitchen and he could actually get down the stairs. But most of all, he hoped he could actually pull this off.
Noname: well, that's a wrap! Bakura: That was revolting
Noname: how dare you?!!!!!
Bakura: I dare alright.!!!1
Noname: You're just jealous because you want to be reviewed!
Bakura: That's far from the problem.
Noname: You're just like a tobacco monkey
Bakura: what?
Noname: you keep ranting until you get what you want! So shut up already!!!!!!!
Anyways, please R&R!!!!! Warning; this was typed at 28 Words per minute. Be careful!!!