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To start, I am SOO sorry for being so long with my update. I promise to update more frequently. I promise. Well, this chapter is long because you all need more Bakura-ness, am I right? Don't complain, now. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Hey, you know, Bakura, we could always just let him go. We can always form new lives for ourselves." I said next morning at breakfast. Bakura had made huevos rancheros (or however the fuck you spell it) and I was sitting there watching him cook, and make a plate I knew I would soon have to take up to Yami.
"I've done that too many times in my like, and I know how hard it can be. I don't want to put you through that, and I want that fuckin' Yami to suffer. Listen, if you ever get the feeling you wanna, go up there with an axe and do it yourself, alright?" Said Bakura as if it was casual conversation to discuss the mutilation of a person.
"Bakura, that isn't funny. And I'm not going to kill him. I wouldn't kill anyone." I said, very sure of myself.
"Ryou, I was so sure I wasn't ever going to kill anyone when I was your age, but look at me now, over three thousand years old, so many wars I've been in, so many people who were smart enough to see who I was, what I was, so many people I had to kill. So many people who lost their lives at my hand, something I will be forever envious of them about." He trailed off. I could see what it was doing to him. He acts so strong, and I admire that over anything else about him, but you could tell also that it was eating away at his soul, taking of a little more each day as the sun sat before him, knowing that he would see it again in the morning, for eternity. It was slowly killing him, leaving nothing but a shell of a person, just existing.
"HEY, I NEED GRUB, TOO!" A yell from upstairs shook me out of my little state of self-mind, and I took the plate from Bakura, and walked upstairs to give it to Yami. I opened the door to his room, and saw him sitting on the swivel chair, waiting for food. He hopped up, and ran over to me, and grabbed the plate. I don't think I've ever seen someone scarf food that fast. I waited for him to finish, so I could take the plate downstairs.
"You know, Ryou. Bakura's just protecting you so he won't be discovered. He knew he would eventually need to help you hone your power before you exploded, so he came to get you. He didn't do it because he wanted to protect you, but because he wanted to protect himself." Said Yami, who was starting to scare me.
"Stop that. I know you're trying to psyche me out, and it's not working." I said, but it was quite on the contrary. He was scaring me, and the fact that Bakura even thought that, and someone knew about it, and I was too stupid to notice scared me. I started thinking. Thinking I never thought I'd be doing since my arrival at that house, almost two years ago.
"I can tell, you know inside it's true, and no matter what you do to convince yourself it's true, you'll always come to the conclusion that he's been lying to you the whole time, the whole fuckin'-" There was a click behind me that stopped Yami's ramble. I turned around to see Bakura standing there, looking like he could kill me if given the incentive. And the incentive was in his hand. He was holding a 9mm and it was aimed straight at Yami's head.
"I mean it, don't you EVER again try telling something to Ryou that isn't true. You know it isn't. Do it again, and I swear, you'll be dead before you even see what hit you over your fuckin' spiked head!" Each word that came out of Bakura's mouth seemed struggled, like the anger in his voice was also trying to tell him to shut up and just shoot him. But he kept control, even though he was sweating, and the hand with the gun was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't stand it.
"Bakura, I mean it. Put the gun down. Now." I said, trying to stay calm so no one would die. Yami didn't move, he kept his eyes fixed on the gun in Bakura's hand. I slowly walked over to Bakura, and took the gun away from him, and emptying the barrel before anyone got shot.
"Now, Bakura, go down stairs, and leave Yami alone. Yami, if you say a word, I'll kill you myself." I said, also in a calm manner, but I'm sure it was obvious I was a little pissed as well, even though I really had no reason to be.
Bakura turned around, and marched his way down the stairs, his feet making dull thumps on the carpeted stairway on the way down. I turned to leave, and locked the door behind me, and went into my room.
I logged on the internet, to the chat room Yugi and I usually meet, but he wasn't there, so I just decided to go to bed, even though the sun wasn't even fully set over the horizon.
"Good morning, sleep well?" I asked Bakura, who strolled down the stairs at about five in the morning. I had woken up much earlier due to the early start I had gotten the previous night, and was taking a class at the moment he came down.
"Up so early, Ryou, strange, strange." He said before trailing off and walking into the kitchen for coffee. I don't think he was all there, if you get my meaning. The class was about human anatomy, and was really interesting. Not because it went over reproductive organs, but because it was written well. Alright, it was the reproductive organs, but don't tell Bakura.
"What class you got at 5 in the morning?" Yelled Bakura from the kitchen, like he could read my mind or something.
"Trigonometry" I yelled, trying to not seem like I was telling a big fat lie, but it seemed to convince Bakura, because he didn't say anything else.
"Malik came home a little late last night, but with the noise he made, I can't believe he didn't wake you up." Said Bakura, walking in the room. I shut the laptop at his entry. He looked at me funny, but paid no heed. He sat down on the recliner on the opposite side of the room.
"So, explain trigonometry to me" He said, smiling a little at my bewildered look. I have never taken the class.
"Uh, I didn't quite understand it. I'm taking it again later today." I said, finally glad I had an excuse.
"That's fine, Ryou. I would like a written essay about the basics of trig so that I know you know it fully." He said again smiling at me. Damn, I had been caught. Now I had to actually take the class and write about it! I guess that's why he had been such a good parent before. He had tons of experience.
"Hey, what's all the noise at five in the morning?" Malik walked casually down the stairs.
"When did you get home?!" I asked, a little loud, since I hadn't seen him for a few days.
"Well, if you would be a little quieter, I'd tell you." He said, shooting one of those "I was going to tell you even if you didn't open your big mouth" looks at me.
"There was a problem at work, and because of it, I had to work a 36 hour day. I got home at about midnight last night. Long day if you ask me!" He said, and started laughing. His laugh was annoying as well.
"You know, we picked up a roommate while you were at work" I said, trying not to sound obvious.
"Yeah, I was wondering who was in your old room, especially because you weren't in there anymore. I was just about to ask about that." Malik said, and looked at Bakura for an explanation.
"We went out to that warehouse thing a few blocks away from here to do a little work out there, and that asshole was caught spying on us. Ryou wouldn't let me kill him because of his friend. That bastard is related to Ryou's friend, so Ryou won't let me kill him." Said Bakura, almost shouting.
"Well, who is the asshole?" Asked Malik, who was starting to smile at Bakura, because him losing his cool wasn't something that happened every day.
"His name is Yami, I think. Right, Ryou?" Said Bakura, who decided to try to calm down a little.
"Right" I said simply, paying more attention to Malik, and his expression. As soon as Bakura had said "Yami," Malik went into a state of shock or something; his face went blank, and he started sweating, but he tried to stoop himself, so as to not look suspicious.
"I'm going to go and make breakfast. Malik, you come help me, Ryou's studying trigonometry." Said Bakura, shooting me one of those "I know what you're up to, but I'm not going to make a big deal about it" looks. I got real red.
"I'm taking Yami his plate, I need the key, Bakura." I heard Malik say, a little rushed, from the kitchen. Bakura paid no mind, and gave him the key. Malik came out of the kitchen, and went up the stairs with a plate of fried potatoes. I started getting curious, so I followed him, without his knowledge.
"I can't believe you actually got caught!" Malik whispered, in a very agitated voice. I was crouched behind the door, listening to every word that was said in the room.
"I needed to know what we were working with. I mean, I got stabbed through the hand while I was here last, and that bastard kid didn't even leave his bed!" Said Yami in the same, agitated whisper. I needed to cough. Bad.
"That doesn't matter! To make all this work, I need to make sure you're out of here. But now they know you know about them, they are going to make this twice as hard for us. You're going to have to be more careful next time when you're taking the boy." Said Malik. I couldn't believe what they wanted me for. I turned and took a few steps away to cough without being noticed.
"-so I have the key in here, and the other one is a fake. Use it later tonight to bust out of here, and stay away until I meet you at that warehouse. Until then, stay there, and keep out of sight." Said Malik, at least of what I heard after coughing.
"Good. It's a good thing you're playing both sides. Without that, this wouldn't be possible." Said Yami, who started eating the potatoes, Malik got up to leave. Shit, I thought, since I was right outside the door. I panicked, and looked around. There was a closet right across the hall, and I bolted for it, got in, and closed the door to a small crack.
Malik left the room and did up the lock. He started walking away, but he came back. He walked the other way down the hall, and came back, and stood in front of the bedroom door. He took a step towards the closet I was in, and started opening up the door.
"Malik! Get down here, there's something you might wanna see! This is hilarious!" He let go of the door, and shouted to Bakura before walking down the stairs. I creeped out of the closet and walked into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, and started thinking about what I had heard. Alright, Yami and Malik were partners, and they wanted something I had, or something like that. They wanted me for something. And Yami was going to break out that night and go somewhere, taking me with him. That, obviously, wouldn't happen.
Someone started coming up the stairs. I panicked again, but there was nowhere to go. The bathroom door opened, and Bakura came in.
"Oh, damn, sorry, Ryou. I'll wait." He said, going to leave, seeing I was on the pot. I wasn't going, so I got up and tapped him on the shoulder.
"There's something you ought to know." I told him, looking more serious then I ever had. He got a worried look on his face, and sat down on the toilet to hear what I had to say. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* I was starting to think it seemed a little too obvious, but hey, what's a story without a few little clichés in it, eh? Uh, again, sorry for the long wait, I'm updating Clash of Tales soon, and I've started another (insert YGO character here)'s Secret story, but until I post it, I'll leave you to guess who it's about. PLEASE R&R!
To start, I am SOO sorry for being so long with my update. I promise to update more frequently. I promise. Well, this chapter is long because you all need more Bakura-ness, am I right? Don't complain, now. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Hey, you know, Bakura, we could always just let him go. We can always form new lives for ourselves." I said next morning at breakfast. Bakura had made huevos rancheros (or however the fuck you spell it) and I was sitting there watching him cook, and make a plate I knew I would soon have to take up to Yami.
"I've done that too many times in my like, and I know how hard it can be. I don't want to put you through that, and I want that fuckin' Yami to suffer. Listen, if you ever get the feeling you wanna, go up there with an axe and do it yourself, alright?" Said Bakura as if it was casual conversation to discuss the mutilation of a person.
"Bakura, that isn't funny. And I'm not going to kill him. I wouldn't kill anyone." I said, very sure of myself.
"Ryou, I was so sure I wasn't ever going to kill anyone when I was your age, but look at me now, over three thousand years old, so many wars I've been in, so many people who were smart enough to see who I was, what I was, so many people I had to kill. So many people who lost their lives at my hand, something I will be forever envious of them about." He trailed off. I could see what it was doing to him. He acts so strong, and I admire that over anything else about him, but you could tell also that it was eating away at his soul, taking of a little more each day as the sun sat before him, knowing that he would see it again in the morning, for eternity. It was slowly killing him, leaving nothing but a shell of a person, just existing.
"HEY, I NEED GRUB, TOO!" A yell from upstairs shook me out of my little state of self-mind, and I took the plate from Bakura, and walked upstairs to give it to Yami. I opened the door to his room, and saw him sitting on the swivel chair, waiting for food. He hopped up, and ran over to me, and grabbed the plate. I don't think I've ever seen someone scarf food that fast. I waited for him to finish, so I could take the plate downstairs.
"You know, Ryou. Bakura's just protecting you so he won't be discovered. He knew he would eventually need to help you hone your power before you exploded, so he came to get you. He didn't do it because he wanted to protect you, but because he wanted to protect himself." Said Yami, who was starting to scare me.
"Stop that. I know you're trying to psyche me out, and it's not working." I said, but it was quite on the contrary. He was scaring me, and the fact that Bakura even thought that, and someone knew about it, and I was too stupid to notice scared me. I started thinking. Thinking I never thought I'd be doing since my arrival at that house, almost two years ago.
"I can tell, you know inside it's true, and no matter what you do to convince yourself it's true, you'll always come to the conclusion that he's been lying to you the whole time, the whole fuckin'-" There was a click behind me that stopped Yami's ramble. I turned around to see Bakura standing there, looking like he could kill me if given the incentive. And the incentive was in his hand. He was holding a 9mm and it was aimed straight at Yami's head.
"I mean it, don't you EVER again try telling something to Ryou that isn't true. You know it isn't. Do it again, and I swear, you'll be dead before you even see what hit you over your fuckin' spiked head!" Each word that came out of Bakura's mouth seemed struggled, like the anger in his voice was also trying to tell him to shut up and just shoot him. But he kept control, even though he was sweating, and the hand with the gun was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't stand it.
"Bakura, I mean it. Put the gun down. Now." I said, trying to stay calm so no one would die. Yami didn't move, he kept his eyes fixed on the gun in Bakura's hand. I slowly walked over to Bakura, and took the gun away from him, and emptying the barrel before anyone got shot.
"Now, Bakura, go down stairs, and leave Yami alone. Yami, if you say a word, I'll kill you myself." I said, also in a calm manner, but I'm sure it was obvious I was a little pissed as well, even though I really had no reason to be.
Bakura turned around, and marched his way down the stairs, his feet making dull thumps on the carpeted stairway on the way down. I turned to leave, and locked the door behind me, and went into my room.
I logged on the internet, to the chat room Yugi and I usually meet, but he wasn't there, so I just decided to go to bed, even though the sun wasn't even fully set over the horizon.
"Good morning, sleep well?" I asked Bakura, who strolled down the stairs at about five in the morning. I had woken up much earlier due to the early start I had gotten the previous night, and was taking a class at the moment he came down.
"Up so early, Ryou, strange, strange." He said before trailing off and walking into the kitchen for coffee. I don't think he was all there, if you get my meaning. The class was about human anatomy, and was really interesting. Not because it went over reproductive organs, but because it was written well. Alright, it was the reproductive organs, but don't tell Bakura.
"What class you got at 5 in the morning?" Yelled Bakura from the kitchen, like he could read my mind or something.
"Trigonometry" I yelled, trying to not seem like I was telling a big fat lie, but it seemed to convince Bakura, because he didn't say anything else.
"Malik came home a little late last night, but with the noise he made, I can't believe he didn't wake you up." Said Bakura, walking in the room. I shut the laptop at his entry. He looked at me funny, but paid no heed. He sat down on the recliner on the opposite side of the room.
"So, explain trigonometry to me" He said, smiling a little at my bewildered look. I have never taken the class.
"Uh, I didn't quite understand it. I'm taking it again later today." I said, finally glad I had an excuse.
"That's fine, Ryou. I would like a written essay about the basics of trig so that I know you know it fully." He said again smiling at me. Damn, I had been caught. Now I had to actually take the class and write about it! I guess that's why he had been such a good parent before. He had tons of experience.
"Hey, what's all the noise at five in the morning?" Malik walked casually down the stairs.
"When did you get home?!" I asked, a little loud, since I hadn't seen him for a few days.
"Well, if you would be a little quieter, I'd tell you." He said, shooting one of those "I was going to tell you even if you didn't open your big mouth" looks at me.
"There was a problem at work, and because of it, I had to work a 36 hour day. I got home at about midnight last night. Long day if you ask me!" He said, and started laughing. His laugh was annoying as well.
"You know, we picked up a roommate while you were at work" I said, trying not to sound obvious.
"Yeah, I was wondering who was in your old room, especially because you weren't in there anymore. I was just about to ask about that." Malik said, and looked at Bakura for an explanation.
"We went out to that warehouse thing a few blocks away from here to do a little work out there, and that asshole was caught spying on us. Ryou wouldn't let me kill him because of his friend. That bastard is related to Ryou's friend, so Ryou won't let me kill him." Said Bakura, almost shouting.
"Well, who is the asshole?" Asked Malik, who was starting to smile at Bakura, because him losing his cool wasn't something that happened every day.
"His name is Yami, I think. Right, Ryou?" Said Bakura, who decided to try to calm down a little.
"Right" I said simply, paying more attention to Malik, and his expression. As soon as Bakura had said "Yami," Malik went into a state of shock or something; his face went blank, and he started sweating, but he tried to stoop himself, so as to not look suspicious.
"I'm going to go and make breakfast. Malik, you come help me, Ryou's studying trigonometry." Said Bakura, shooting me one of those "I know what you're up to, but I'm not going to make a big deal about it" looks. I got real red.
"I'm taking Yami his plate, I need the key, Bakura." I heard Malik say, a little rushed, from the kitchen. Bakura paid no mind, and gave him the key. Malik came out of the kitchen, and went up the stairs with a plate of fried potatoes. I started getting curious, so I followed him, without his knowledge.
"I can't believe you actually got caught!" Malik whispered, in a very agitated voice. I was crouched behind the door, listening to every word that was said in the room.
"I needed to know what we were working with. I mean, I got stabbed through the hand while I was here last, and that bastard kid didn't even leave his bed!" Said Yami in the same, agitated whisper. I needed to cough. Bad.
"That doesn't matter! To make all this work, I need to make sure you're out of here. But now they know you know about them, they are going to make this twice as hard for us. You're going to have to be more careful next time when you're taking the boy." Said Malik. I couldn't believe what they wanted me for. I turned and took a few steps away to cough without being noticed.
"-so I have the key in here, and the other one is a fake. Use it later tonight to bust out of here, and stay away until I meet you at that warehouse. Until then, stay there, and keep out of sight." Said Malik, at least of what I heard after coughing.
"Good. It's a good thing you're playing both sides. Without that, this wouldn't be possible." Said Yami, who started eating the potatoes, Malik got up to leave. Shit, I thought, since I was right outside the door. I panicked, and looked around. There was a closet right across the hall, and I bolted for it, got in, and closed the door to a small crack.
Malik left the room and did up the lock. He started walking away, but he came back. He walked the other way down the hall, and came back, and stood in front of the bedroom door. He took a step towards the closet I was in, and started opening up the door.
"Malik! Get down here, there's something you might wanna see! This is hilarious!" He let go of the door, and shouted to Bakura before walking down the stairs. I creeped out of the closet and walked into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, and started thinking about what I had heard. Alright, Yami and Malik were partners, and they wanted something I had, or something like that. They wanted me for something. And Yami was going to break out that night and go somewhere, taking me with him. That, obviously, wouldn't happen.
Someone started coming up the stairs. I panicked again, but there was nowhere to go. The bathroom door opened, and Bakura came in.
"Oh, damn, sorry, Ryou. I'll wait." He said, going to leave, seeing I was on the pot. I wasn't going, so I got up and tapped him on the shoulder.
"There's something you ought to know." I told him, looking more serious then I ever had. He got a worried look on his face, and sat down on the toilet to hear what I had to say. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* I was starting to think it seemed a little too obvious, but hey, what's a story without a few little clichés in it, eh? Uh, again, sorry for the long wait, I'm updating Clash of Tales soon, and I've started another (insert YGO character here)'s Secret story, but until I post it, I'll leave you to guess who it's about. PLEASE R&R!