Changes

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Thanks to all the people who have reviewed! Glad you like the story, and it gets even better. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Bakura sat there, on his bed, face in his pillow, thinking, yelling to himself. He beat himself up over why he felt like he cared for Ryou. Naturally, he had hit him before, but it never made him feel guilty. He hated the feeling, and then it hit him. He was human. But he was also confused. How was it, he could abuse Ryou whenever, but he couldn't bring himself to do it when Ryou deserved it. "Life's a bitch, and then you die" He thought to himself. He felt horrible inside. He was guilty, embarrassed, and afraid for his secret. He was also still pissed. He thoroughly hated Ryou for putting him through this, and yet, he cared for his well being. What was wrong with him? He was startled to hear a knock on the door. "It's Ryou. Can I come in?" Bakura suddenly felt as he had when he came home that day from Mouse's house. "No! Stay away from me!" He heard Ryou enter his own room, right next to his. Bakura got an idea about how to get the vile back, but he couldn't believe he didn't do it before. He would have to wait until Ryou fell asleep. At about midnight, Bakura stole silently out of his room, and opened the door to Ryou's bedroom, carefully avoiding the creak everyone else gets when they open the door. His skill at stealth was revisited after over a thousand years; as good as they were when he was a thief. In a way, he is still a thief. He opened it just enough to slip his slender body through the crack, and looked around in the dark. He couldn't see a damn thing. His ears impulsively became radar, and soon, he saw an outline of the room in his head using the sound he got from Ryou's gentle breathing. The bed was directly in front of him, and the closet was to his left. The TV and the Game cube were on the right. He walked slowly, making sure not to hit anything. He became accustomed to the fact Ryou never left anything on the floor, and began walking normally to the door of the closet. Suddenly, his foot hit something. Hard. He grabbed the foot, and jumped up and down, and realized he hit a bowling ball. "What the hell is a bowling ball doing in Ryou's room?" He thought. His toe hurt really badly. He finally made it to the closet, and started feeling through it. He finally reached the leather jacket, and found, thankfully, the vile still there. He put a hand in the pocket, and got hold of it. He pulled it out, and began walking out, trying to avoid the bowling ball. He was almost to the door. He knew he had it. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and it kept a steady grip. He instinctively grabbed the hand on his shoulder, and used it as a weight to flip the person onto the ground. He looked at the person, and saw it was Mouse. The hard thump he made on the floor woke Ryou up, now he was sitting in the dark room, holding a bat to his chest. He got out of bed, heard movement, and hit what was making the noise. Bakura turned around, and saw Ryou in the light let in with the crack in the door, and grabbed the bat. "It's me, you retard! What in the hell is wrong with you?" Bakura held his arms in the air, making him look huge. Ryou, naturally, went flying back into his bed. Bakura left, dragging Mouse with him, but not before turning to Ryou and saying, "Go back to sleep. Show's over." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Good? Bad? Ugly? You tell me. Please R&R, and tell me how I'm doing!