Tokichan: Yes! Time for the next part!!! The plot will start

moving now. I got no reviews on the last chapter and am

only writing this because it war going to be part of last

night's chapter, but at two o'clock mom made me go to sleep.

Mean mommy....

This ficcy is a Ryou/Bakura, my current favorite. It has

implied Yami/Yuugi and Malik/Marik, and perhaps Jou/Seto

later (I am unsure of this. Depending on my mood I go from

Jou/Mai to Jou/Seto... Both seem pretty good). I'll try to

avoid bashing anyone (*cough*Anzu*cough*) if only to keep

this whole fic in character.

Thankyou for taking the time to read this fic. If you like it

and want me to continue please review (otherwise I just

loose intrest in working on it...), and check out my other

stories here and under the same name on FictionPress.

Thankyou again!

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Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh. Somebody else does. I

make no profit from writing this. Only the satisfation of

sharing my love and veiw of the show.

I do own Ruki, though... You can put her in one of your fics

if you really want too... just tell me and give me credit for

her (though I'm not sure WHY you would want to use her)...

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Toki: Thanks for reading the disclaimer. It makes it clear

that you should not sue me. I have no money. Spent it all in

Japan last summer.

Also, a note on Ruki: She is an original character and any

simalarity to anyone else is PURELY unintended. Just

thought I'd add that.

NOW! On with the ficcy! ENJOY!

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What They Won't Forget - By Tokichan

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Bakura watched Ryou watch television out of the

corner of his eye. Since arriving home last night he had felt

that something big was about to happen, and he couldn't figure

out what it was.

Ryou seemed to think that his yami was angry with

him, and had stopped making an effort to find out what was

wrong several days ago, so the two hadn't spoken all day.

This only made the eerie feeling of something being wrong that

Bakura was experiencing even more unnerving. Bakura finally

decided to speak to his hikari, if only to ease the nagging

emotion that had bothered him the past few days. He stood up

and walked over to the couch. Ryou glanced at him as he sat

down and quietly left the room.

Bakura would have stopped him, but a picture on

the television caught his eye. It was a picture of a girl that had

been found dead earlier that day, a girl with long gloden hair

and shining eyes. Underneath the picture was the girl's name,

Azukawa Haruka. Bakura blinked. Where did he know that face?

Haruka...? Haru? Ruka? He blinked in suprise and envisioned

the girl in the picture with a cut on her cheek and a baseball

cap on her head. It was Ruki.

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Ryou watched his yami from his room. Bakura had

suddenly started hating him last week, and he couldn't figure

out why. Had he upset him somehow? He had done all he

could to make his yami HAPPY, putting up with his foul temper

and always being kid to him. Ryou frowned and felt tears well

up in his eyes.

His yami was watching the news right now. He had

found that Bakura seemed to enjoy keeping in touch with what

was happening, most likely due to five thousand years trapped

in the Millenium Ring. Bakura seemed to appreciate the chance

to know what was going on. Ryou turned and walked over to

his bed to take a rest when a golden sparkle caught his eye.

On the floor of his room lay a golden coin. It had the

name "Kai" engraved across it. Probably something that Bakura

had stolen. Ryou walked into Bakura's room and left the coin on

his nightstand. He shouldn't leave his stuff laying on the floor.

Ryou sighed and returned to hisroom, where he went back to

his bed.

Bakura looked up as Ryou left his room. What had he

been doing in there? He stood and walked into his room. On his

nightstand the lay the golden coin with "Kai" engraved across

it. The medallion the kid had been trying to get. Why was it here?

Bakura picked up the coin and flipped it over. There

was a poem engraved on the back of it. Bakura slowly read it

in his head. (AN: Okay, this doesn't rhyme, but this is what my

poems are like. Normally I don't share my poems, so please

don't mind how bad it is... -.-... Each chapter is a line of the

poem.)

What they can't describe,

What they won't forget,

What they try to hate,

What they never can,

What's unique to each,

What's held in their heart,

What they hold most dear,

What they all call love.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. What a weird poem. The

person that wrote it was seriously troubled. But he did find the

poem a little fitting. Bakura yawned and put the coin in his

pocket before laying down and falling asleep. He hadn't slept

well all week.

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"Aren't you awake yet?"

Bakura sprung awake and glanced around his room

at the sound of the voice, but found nobody there. He frowned

and wondered if mabey he was hearing things.

It was already noon, and Ryou would already be at

school, so Bakura headed down to make himself somethig to

eat. This is when he found the second sign that somebody was

in the house, there was a pot of soup simmering on the stove.

Bakura narrowed his eyes and quietly looked around

the house for the intruder, but found none. Giving up he returned

to the kitchen, coming face to face with the last person he had

expected to see.

Sitting at the kitchen table was Ruki, looking exactly

as she had when he had last seen her, other than the fact that

all of her wounds were gone, and there were more bloodstains

on her clothes. She looked at him and smiled.

"Hello. Nice to see you again, Oniisan. Did you like

the gift I left you? I thought that you would understand it better

than anyone else." She said. Bakura blinked and felt the coin

in his pocket before nodding. He was talking to a ghost. Then

again, he himself was a ghost too, just one that was sealed

into an object.

"Why are you here, kid?" Bakura asked the girl's

ghost. Ruki looked at him blankly. "After all, you're dead, right?

The news said you were found dead in a dumpster."

Ruki frowned and let out a sigh. "Two gunshots to

the head and left to rot in a dumpster. At least my brother was

left in the park after they killed him. I was thrown out like an old

coke can. It's a little depressing."

"That still doesn't tell me why you're here. You could

go off and be with your brother, right? Why come and find me?"

Bakura asked. Ruki smiled bitterly.

"I am unable to rest in peace until I can avenge the

deaths of me and my brother. I came to ask if you would help

me." She explained. Bakura frowned at her request.

"Why should I help you? Why not ask somebody that

you know instead of some stranger?" he asked. Ruki looked up

at him and smiled.

"Because you remind me of my brother. It makes it so

that you can see me. Nobody else can. And also... I'm doing this

because I want to help you too. With Ryou." Ruki said. Bakura's

eyes widened a bit and he looked thoughtful for a moment before

making his desision.

"I'll help you kid, but not because I want your help. I'm

helping you because those guys killed you after I went to all the

trouble to try to save you. You stay out of my business." Bakura

agreed. Ruki nodded and smiled slightly before vanishing. Bakura

had a bad feeling about all this.

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Ryou sighed sadly as he walked through the park. He

hadn't felt like going to school today. All of his friends had noticed

how depressed he was, and he didn't feel like answering their

questions, even if it was only because they cared about him. The

person HE cared most about hated him.

Ryou sat on a bench and looked out across the empty

park. Not many people came here anymore, not since Azukawa

Kai, a classmate of his, had been found shot dead here last month.

It was rumored that Azukawa's ghost haunted the park, but Ryou

didn't believe it. At least not until he noticed a golden haired boy

sitting by the pond staring out at the water sadly. Ryou almost

had a heart attack.

"AZUKAWA!" He exclaimed in shock. The boy turned

to Ryou in suprise, eyes wide.

"You... can see me?!"

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To be continued

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Toki: So, what do you think? Is Ruki really going to stay out of

Bakura's business (of course not!). Is Bakura really going to

avenge Ruki's death. And what about Kai and Ryou? Only one

way to know for sure! Review and tell me to write chapter three!

I hope you enjoyed the poem... I'm not too good at them...

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Ruki refers to Bakura as "Oniisan" (Japanese for "Big Brother")

here because in Japan children call older kids "big brother" or

"big sister" to be respectful.

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Please R&R if you want me to continue.