Me: Okay, I opened a dating service and no one took the bait. I feel
very.unloved.
Bakura: Maybe you shouldn't try to draw their attention away from your story.
Me: who asked you?!
Bakura: *Ducks as a lamp gets thrown over his head* Phew! *fails to miss a TV remote lunged at him and gets whacked in the nose* OW! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!
Me: *Hideous laugh and is running in circles*
Bakura: Oo?
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHMUAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
Bakura: O-kay.I better run the story before she drives me into insanity. In another words, HELP! SOMEONE DATE ME SO I CAN GET OUT OF HERE!! *Eyes darting around, hearing hideous laughing at all corners of the studio*
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bakura: HELP ME!! OH RA!
Bakura's POV
I trudged the long way home, my shoulders drooping and my head down. I felt drained, the Black Rose's inflicting sickness making me almost unable to go on at all. It took all of the power from me and seemed to pour it into oblivion, where I couldn't get at it.
Usually, at this time of day, I'd be thinking of all the people I hated: Ryou, Sakura, Malik, Yami Yugi, Yugi, Tristan, Joey, Tea.every single mortal in the world. But now my mind was quiet. Exhausted from the unusual things I had learned today, wondering if they were true, and how I was going to set things right WITHOUT the love part.
But, of course, there seemed no way to avoid the obvious, but I was sure I would find an alternative. Somehow. Ryou's home came into view. Finally, I could rest. But.no, I couldn't rest. I had to settle something with my hikari about blabbing to other people about my business. No time to rest at all.no.none at all.
Regular POV
Bakura opened the door, the hinges creaking as he walked into the house. "Ryou?! Ryou, are you here?!" He called with a gruff, stern voice that echoed thru the large house.
"I'm up here, Yami!" He heard Ryou's innocent, sweet voice ring out from upstairs.
He followed the voice like a worn down trail in the woods, trudging up the stairs to the room where Ryou sat, waiting. He was standing straight when Bakura came in, as if knowing what his plans were.
"Who do you think you are telling other people of my business, Ryou!? What WAS your motive anyhow? Do you LIKE feeling pain? Do you WANT me to beat you up? Is it SOMETHING you ENJOY?" Bakura asked in a low, growling voice, his brown eyes narrowed furiously and his brows also.
"No, Yami. I don't.I was only trying to." "Shut UP!" Bakura interrupted gruffly, punching Ryou as hard as he could in his stomach. Losing his breath, Ryou stumbled back painfully, sitting on his bed in a crouched position, protecting his stomach that felt ripped inside and out. Bakura raised his fist to strike him again, but he suddenly got a pain in his chest, and instead he staggered backwards, holding onto the left side of his chest and gasping for air. Ryou looked up with dull brown eyes, realizing the pain of Bakura's punch didn't outweigh what his darkness was feeling.
~Please Come Now.I think I'm falling, I'm holding onto all I think is safe~
Bakura felt the pain surge through his body like a lightning bolt striking a power line. But instead of jolting him, it drained him of every ounce of power that he had.
"Are you okay, Bakura?" Ryou asked, concerned for his yami, even though Bakura was so mean to him. Bakura was a part of him, and he felt his pain, no matter how Bakura hated to admit it. Bakura looked up from behind bangs lying across his forehead in snowy-silver heaps.
"Of course I am.I'm just.taking a break." He said, and ended his sentence with a moan. His brown eyes were troubled in their black centers, something Ryou had never seen before. Bakura let out a haggard cough, suddenly feeling something besides air had come up from his lungs. And he thought right. When he looked down at his hand, it was covered in bright crimson blood. He wiped it on his jeans, walking out of the room, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Maybe we should get you to the hospital. Maybe they can help you." Ryou said frantically, following Bakura down the hallway. Bakura gritted his teeth as another wave of pain consumed him.
"Think with your head, Ryou! With my situation, no mortal doctor could help me." He coughed again, but this time no blood came with it.
"Then what do we do?" Ryou asked.
"Shut your mouth! I'm thinking." Bakura snapped, walking painfully into the small bathroom, flicking on the light and staring at his ghost white face in the mirror over the sink. He looked sick, that was for sure. But Malik had said it would be two more days until his time was up. But for some reason it was going faster then he had expected. More like twenty-four hours left in his life.
~It seems I've found the road to nowhere and I'm tryin to escape.~
'Why would anybody care if I die? I don't.' He thought, grimacing through his pain. If there was any way he could explain the pain was in, it was the sensation of your chest being ripped open and someone squeezing his heart hard. He had a throbbing headache, feeling as though someone was constantly hitting him with a mallet over his head.
Ryou watched his other's face turn from anger to frustrating worry. Ryou felt the same way. Though his own stomach was sore from the punch, he didn't feel quite as painful. His yami was in a state of pure denial of his pain. Like a thousand claws were lashing at his insides, the pain lingered on as Bakura leaned against the sink. Coughing again, a trickle of deeper red blood came from his mouth, dripping into the sink like something out of a horror movie. And suddenly, he had a flashback, or, rather, a vision of some sort.
Of Sakura, not the Sakura he knew, but one of who was out for his soul.
'I AM coming for you, Bakura. And when I find you, I will take you Millennium Ring and use it at my disposal! But to do so, you and your hikari must DIE!' The words echoed like a quote from Sakura herself in his mind, his eyes becoming wide as he came to the realization that this whole time, Sakura had been betraying him. But how could that be? He was mortal, so he couldn't have visions like that. He thought that maybe he was beginning to hallucinate from his overwhelming pain, but seemed to believe the vision.
He heard thunder crash and lightning strike outside he bathroom window. The lightning knocked the power out, and the house was consumed by darkness. The whole room lit up with the lightning's second bolt, as well as the rest of the house, in a blinding white light. Then, as if it were never there, the light deceased.
~I yelled back when I heard thunder!~
Walking over to the window and in the process wiping his blood-stained lips on his arm, he looked out of the window, the burning sensation now very slightly diminishing. But it was now going into his head, a throbbing headache pounding in his brain.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!" He yelled out the window, the thunder answering in a roar of power, to tell Bakura that it was more powerful still. Placing his hands on the windowsill, he let his weight shift to his arms, his head hanging down in a tired heap, his shoulders relaxed.
"I'm dying. It's over. I'm finished." He said to himself in a mumble, taking one of his pale-skinned hands and running his fingers through his long, white-silver hair. His usually hateful eyes were turned down in sorrow, realizing that these were probably his final hours.
~But now I'm down to one last breath. And with it let me say, let me say.~
"Everything.I'm paying for what I have done. It's hopeless for me now. I will die, and no one will care." He whispered, but loud enough for Ryou to hear. Ryou, now realizing that his other was dying right before his very eyes, walked slowly across the tile floor, standing just behind Bakura.
"Don't say that. You'll be fine." He said gently.
Bakura stood erect, looking back at his weaker, more innocent half.
"Don't you get it, Ryou? Hasn't it sunk in yet? What Malik said was true. I WILL perish. This virus will consume me, and I'm paying for the suffering I've caused everyone. The people back in my time, Yugi and his friends.and you." His voice was unusually sad, and not as gruff as usual. His brown eyes were wavering with tears that threatened to well up; something that he hadn't shed since he was a mortal back in Egypt. And that was over the loss of his mother.
"I'm too late. The one thing that could cure me.is gone. I had the chance. I lost it.everything.gone." He kept repeating it over and over, almost in a shocked state where he wasn't completely sure how to take the reality. The pain increasing, Bakura walked over to the wall, and facing back the other way slid down to a crouched position, his knees bent up and his arms wrapped around them. His slumped position was never before seen by Ryou. It was usually HIM that was crying in a corner. But Bakura's eyes were pouring out salty tears of the fate that lay before him. His eyes were closed, the tears seeping from behind his eyelids and rolling down his pale cheeks. They dropped from there to his lap, where they either soaked his black shirt, or his jeans.
Ryou hesitated from his standpoint; what should he do? His own yami was there, all alone, and dying! Taking all the courage he could muster, he walked over to him and sat down beside him.
"It's okay, yami. I'm here for you. I know that must sound..very idiotic to you..being whom you are and such." Ryou began. Bakura looked over, his brown eyes still glazed over with tears.
"Ryou.." He whispered, almost totally unable to make out with the human ear.
"I'm s-s-s-sooo..s-s-s..orry..for all..I have..done.." He stuttered, closing his eyes again. Ryou looked shocked that Bakura had apologized, but slowly, he reached out and touched Bakura's shoulder.
"And I'm sorry for going against your wishes of telling Sakura of your past. I think that might have been a lethal mistake on my part; I believe she has something to do with this."
Bakura didn't seem to pay attention at first, until a small voice came from him. "It doesn't matter now. All is lost that I ever had in my grasp. My life is over." He whispered. Though Ryou wasn't sure how he was going to take it, he reached over and hugged him.
"Don't think that way. Think of something that makes you happy, Bakura. Tell me..what makes you happy?" Ryou asked, feeling as though, for the moment, he had a big brother that needed advice from his younger sibling. Bakura looked over, almost unfazed by Ryou's unexpected side hug.
~Hold me now..I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking, that maybe six feet ain't so far down~
A small, sad smile came across Bakura's wet, red face. "Well..I suppose finding all the Millennium Items would make me happy..if it was the old me." He said, his smile melting and turning back into a firm frown. Ryou smiled a bit.
"I suppose that makes sense." He said. Bakura's eyes began to close slightly, his mind beginning to fade away from reality.
"Hey, stay awake, Bakura. You NEED to stay awake." Ryou said, shaking his yami's body.
"Huh?" Bakura said unconsciously, looking blankly over at Ryou.
"You need to stay alert, or you'll die. Don't close your eyes, okay?" Ryou said gently.
"I...can't..hold on.." Bakura said.
"Yes you can! Just have faith, Yami! BELIEVE you can make it!" Ryou encouraged him.
There was a bang downstairs, like someone had thrown open the front door.
"What was that?" Ryou whispered, sinking down lower.
"Beware..Sakura..evil.." Bakura mumbled unconsciously.
"Sakura? What do you know about Sakura? Did she make you sick?" Ryou asked.
"I..don't..kn-..ow..she..coming for..me.." He answered, though Ryou wasn't so sure his yami knew what he was talking about, or if he even knew where he was. Someone came stomping up the stairs, and the house became darker then before. Another crackle of thunder trembled the earth and the two boys trapped within its rage, as the house lit up with white light. The blackness of the house turned into swirls of purple and gray, like the Shadow Realm Ryou had witnessed in the Duelist Kingdom. His yami had brought him there. But who was causing it now? A form walked into the bathroom just then, though the bathroom had disappeared into an endless black tunnel. When the form became clear, he could tell it was, or used to be, Sakura.
But her eyes were darker, a black cape flowing from her back and a long black dress swishing around her legs. Behind her, Yami Malik followed, his Millennium Rod in his hand.
"Well..Bakura is two days early. How very unusual. I thought he'd hold on longer then this." She said, her voice cold and evil.
"What have you done to him?" Ryou asked, standing up in defense of his wounded yami.
A grin spread across her dark face. "You've finally caught on that I was the one who infected him. Yes, as soon as he went to bed that night I infected his Millennium Ring with the deadly Black Rose Virus. And with his heart cold and as hard as a stone, it was easy for the virus to take effect. And so well it has, I believe. And thanks to him I have the power of the Millennium Ring as my disposal. I have all of his Shadow Energy to use whatever way I like." She said, then laughed wickedly.
"And now," She began, her dark brown eyes turned down at Ryou. "I will take care of you both!" She held out her hand with fingers parted and Ryou felt himself grow very weak. Falling to his knees, and then falling all the way, he blacked out, only hearing the muffled noise of his own heartbeat in his ears.
Bakura: Maybe you shouldn't try to draw their attention away from your story.
Me: who asked you?!
Bakura: *Ducks as a lamp gets thrown over his head* Phew! *fails to miss a TV remote lunged at him and gets whacked in the nose* OW! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!
Me: *Hideous laugh and is running in circles*
Bakura: Oo?
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHMUAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
Bakura: O-kay.I better run the story before she drives me into insanity. In another words, HELP! SOMEONE DATE ME SO I CAN GET OUT OF HERE!! *Eyes darting around, hearing hideous laughing at all corners of the studio*
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bakura: HELP ME!! OH RA!
Bakura's POV
I trudged the long way home, my shoulders drooping and my head down. I felt drained, the Black Rose's inflicting sickness making me almost unable to go on at all. It took all of the power from me and seemed to pour it into oblivion, where I couldn't get at it.
Usually, at this time of day, I'd be thinking of all the people I hated: Ryou, Sakura, Malik, Yami Yugi, Yugi, Tristan, Joey, Tea.every single mortal in the world. But now my mind was quiet. Exhausted from the unusual things I had learned today, wondering if they were true, and how I was going to set things right WITHOUT the love part.
But, of course, there seemed no way to avoid the obvious, but I was sure I would find an alternative. Somehow. Ryou's home came into view. Finally, I could rest. But.no, I couldn't rest. I had to settle something with my hikari about blabbing to other people about my business. No time to rest at all.no.none at all.
Regular POV
Bakura opened the door, the hinges creaking as he walked into the house. "Ryou?! Ryou, are you here?!" He called with a gruff, stern voice that echoed thru the large house.
"I'm up here, Yami!" He heard Ryou's innocent, sweet voice ring out from upstairs.
He followed the voice like a worn down trail in the woods, trudging up the stairs to the room where Ryou sat, waiting. He was standing straight when Bakura came in, as if knowing what his plans were.
"Who do you think you are telling other people of my business, Ryou!? What WAS your motive anyhow? Do you LIKE feeling pain? Do you WANT me to beat you up? Is it SOMETHING you ENJOY?" Bakura asked in a low, growling voice, his brown eyes narrowed furiously and his brows also.
"No, Yami. I don't.I was only trying to." "Shut UP!" Bakura interrupted gruffly, punching Ryou as hard as he could in his stomach. Losing his breath, Ryou stumbled back painfully, sitting on his bed in a crouched position, protecting his stomach that felt ripped inside and out. Bakura raised his fist to strike him again, but he suddenly got a pain in his chest, and instead he staggered backwards, holding onto the left side of his chest and gasping for air. Ryou looked up with dull brown eyes, realizing the pain of Bakura's punch didn't outweigh what his darkness was feeling.
~Please Come Now.I think I'm falling, I'm holding onto all I think is safe~
Bakura felt the pain surge through his body like a lightning bolt striking a power line. But instead of jolting him, it drained him of every ounce of power that he had.
"Are you okay, Bakura?" Ryou asked, concerned for his yami, even though Bakura was so mean to him. Bakura was a part of him, and he felt his pain, no matter how Bakura hated to admit it. Bakura looked up from behind bangs lying across his forehead in snowy-silver heaps.
"Of course I am.I'm just.taking a break." He said, and ended his sentence with a moan. His brown eyes were troubled in their black centers, something Ryou had never seen before. Bakura let out a haggard cough, suddenly feeling something besides air had come up from his lungs. And he thought right. When he looked down at his hand, it was covered in bright crimson blood. He wiped it on his jeans, walking out of the room, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Maybe we should get you to the hospital. Maybe they can help you." Ryou said frantically, following Bakura down the hallway. Bakura gritted his teeth as another wave of pain consumed him.
"Think with your head, Ryou! With my situation, no mortal doctor could help me." He coughed again, but this time no blood came with it.
"Then what do we do?" Ryou asked.
"Shut your mouth! I'm thinking." Bakura snapped, walking painfully into the small bathroom, flicking on the light and staring at his ghost white face in the mirror over the sink. He looked sick, that was for sure. But Malik had said it would be two more days until his time was up. But for some reason it was going faster then he had expected. More like twenty-four hours left in his life.
~It seems I've found the road to nowhere and I'm tryin to escape.~
'Why would anybody care if I die? I don't.' He thought, grimacing through his pain. If there was any way he could explain the pain was in, it was the sensation of your chest being ripped open and someone squeezing his heart hard. He had a throbbing headache, feeling as though someone was constantly hitting him with a mallet over his head.
Ryou watched his other's face turn from anger to frustrating worry. Ryou felt the same way. Though his own stomach was sore from the punch, he didn't feel quite as painful. His yami was in a state of pure denial of his pain. Like a thousand claws were lashing at his insides, the pain lingered on as Bakura leaned against the sink. Coughing again, a trickle of deeper red blood came from his mouth, dripping into the sink like something out of a horror movie. And suddenly, he had a flashback, or, rather, a vision of some sort.
Of Sakura, not the Sakura he knew, but one of who was out for his soul.
'I AM coming for you, Bakura. And when I find you, I will take you Millennium Ring and use it at my disposal! But to do so, you and your hikari must DIE!' The words echoed like a quote from Sakura herself in his mind, his eyes becoming wide as he came to the realization that this whole time, Sakura had been betraying him. But how could that be? He was mortal, so he couldn't have visions like that. He thought that maybe he was beginning to hallucinate from his overwhelming pain, but seemed to believe the vision.
He heard thunder crash and lightning strike outside he bathroom window. The lightning knocked the power out, and the house was consumed by darkness. The whole room lit up with the lightning's second bolt, as well as the rest of the house, in a blinding white light. Then, as if it were never there, the light deceased.
~I yelled back when I heard thunder!~
Walking over to the window and in the process wiping his blood-stained lips on his arm, he looked out of the window, the burning sensation now very slightly diminishing. But it was now going into his head, a throbbing headache pounding in his brain.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!" He yelled out the window, the thunder answering in a roar of power, to tell Bakura that it was more powerful still. Placing his hands on the windowsill, he let his weight shift to his arms, his head hanging down in a tired heap, his shoulders relaxed.
"I'm dying. It's over. I'm finished." He said to himself in a mumble, taking one of his pale-skinned hands and running his fingers through his long, white-silver hair. His usually hateful eyes were turned down in sorrow, realizing that these were probably his final hours.
~But now I'm down to one last breath. And with it let me say, let me say.~
"Everything.I'm paying for what I have done. It's hopeless for me now. I will die, and no one will care." He whispered, but loud enough for Ryou to hear. Ryou, now realizing that his other was dying right before his very eyes, walked slowly across the tile floor, standing just behind Bakura.
"Don't say that. You'll be fine." He said gently.
Bakura stood erect, looking back at his weaker, more innocent half.
"Don't you get it, Ryou? Hasn't it sunk in yet? What Malik said was true. I WILL perish. This virus will consume me, and I'm paying for the suffering I've caused everyone. The people back in my time, Yugi and his friends.and you." His voice was unusually sad, and not as gruff as usual. His brown eyes were wavering with tears that threatened to well up; something that he hadn't shed since he was a mortal back in Egypt. And that was over the loss of his mother.
"I'm too late. The one thing that could cure me.is gone. I had the chance. I lost it.everything.gone." He kept repeating it over and over, almost in a shocked state where he wasn't completely sure how to take the reality. The pain increasing, Bakura walked over to the wall, and facing back the other way slid down to a crouched position, his knees bent up and his arms wrapped around them. His slumped position was never before seen by Ryou. It was usually HIM that was crying in a corner. But Bakura's eyes were pouring out salty tears of the fate that lay before him. His eyes were closed, the tears seeping from behind his eyelids and rolling down his pale cheeks. They dropped from there to his lap, where they either soaked his black shirt, or his jeans.
Ryou hesitated from his standpoint; what should he do? His own yami was there, all alone, and dying! Taking all the courage he could muster, he walked over to him and sat down beside him.
"It's okay, yami. I'm here for you. I know that must sound..very idiotic to you..being whom you are and such." Ryou began. Bakura looked over, his brown eyes still glazed over with tears.
"Ryou.." He whispered, almost totally unable to make out with the human ear.
"I'm s-s-s-sooo..s-s-s..orry..for all..I have..done.." He stuttered, closing his eyes again. Ryou looked shocked that Bakura had apologized, but slowly, he reached out and touched Bakura's shoulder.
"And I'm sorry for going against your wishes of telling Sakura of your past. I think that might have been a lethal mistake on my part; I believe she has something to do with this."
Bakura didn't seem to pay attention at first, until a small voice came from him. "It doesn't matter now. All is lost that I ever had in my grasp. My life is over." He whispered. Though Ryou wasn't sure how he was going to take it, he reached over and hugged him.
"Don't think that way. Think of something that makes you happy, Bakura. Tell me..what makes you happy?" Ryou asked, feeling as though, for the moment, he had a big brother that needed advice from his younger sibling. Bakura looked over, almost unfazed by Ryou's unexpected side hug.
~Hold me now..I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking, that maybe six feet ain't so far down~
A small, sad smile came across Bakura's wet, red face. "Well..I suppose finding all the Millennium Items would make me happy..if it was the old me." He said, his smile melting and turning back into a firm frown. Ryou smiled a bit.
"I suppose that makes sense." He said. Bakura's eyes began to close slightly, his mind beginning to fade away from reality.
"Hey, stay awake, Bakura. You NEED to stay awake." Ryou said, shaking his yami's body.
"Huh?" Bakura said unconsciously, looking blankly over at Ryou.
"You need to stay alert, or you'll die. Don't close your eyes, okay?" Ryou said gently.
"I...can't..hold on.." Bakura said.
"Yes you can! Just have faith, Yami! BELIEVE you can make it!" Ryou encouraged him.
There was a bang downstairs, like someone had thrown open the front door.
"What was that?" Ryou whispered, sinking down lower.
"Beware..Sakura..evil.." Bakura mumbled unconsciously.
"Sakura? What do you know about Sakura? Did she make you sick?" Ryou asked.
"I..don't..kn-..ow..she..coming for..me.." He answered, though Ryou wasn't so sure his yami knew what he was talking about, or if he even knew where he was. Someone came stomping up the stairs, and the house became darker then before. Another crackle of thunder trembled the earth and the two boys trapped within its rage, as the house lit up with white light. The blackness of the house turned into swirls of purple and gray, like the Shadow Realm Ryou had witnessed in the Duelist Kingdom. His yami had brought him there. But who was causing it now? A form walked into the bathroom just then, though the bathroom had disappeared into an endless black tunnel. When the form became clear, he could tell it was, or used to be, Sakura.
But her eyes were darker, a black cape flowing from her back and a long black dress swishing around her legs. Behind her, Yami Malik followed, his Millennium Rod in his hand.
"Well..Bakura is two days early. How very unusual. I thought he'd hold on longer then this." She said, her voice cold and evil.
"What have you done to him?" Ryou asked, standing up in defense of his wounded yami.
A grin spread across her dark face. "You've finally caught on that I was the one who infected him. Yes, as soon as he went to bed that night I infected his Millennium Ring with the deadly Black Rose Virus. And with his heart cold and as hard as a stone, it was easy for the virus to take effect. And so well it has, I believe. And thanks to him I have the power of the Millennium Ring as my disposal. I have all of his Shadow Energy to use whatever way I like." She said, then laughed wickedly.
"And now," She began, her dark brown eyes turned down at Ryou. "I will take care of you both!" She held out her hand with fingers parted and Ryou felt himself grow very weak. Falling to his knees, and then falling all the way, he blacked out, only hearing the muffled noise of his own heartbeat in his ears.