whoa... im bak again!

A new student wins over Ryou's heart, but Bakura isn't too happy with his new girl. When Bakura - and Ryou - discover her role in Bakura's past, Bakura get's angry. Angry enough... to turn her life, as well as Ryou's into a living hell.

REVIWEZ: where do you think they are?

Ryou to Bakura

/-Bakura to Ryou

#:footnotes (if any)

Devil's Food-

Chapter Four

Ryou reeled back as if he had been struck. He gaped at her, his heart nearly stopping. Bakura, however, was suddenly very interested in this girl. Samayo blushed deeply.

"Hmmmmmm... This girl..." Bakura muttered to himself, biting his lower lip. He leaned forwards, trying to push himself out of his hold in the Sennen Ring.

"Samayo... You're... A descendant of Theif Bakura?" Ryou muttered, shocked. Samayo nodded, trying to conceal her blushing cheeks. She knew that if she told Ryou he would react strangely. She knew she would make a fool of herself...

Why can't I stop blushing?

"Umm, y-yeah," she stammered. "My family h-has records a-and such..." Ryou cocked his head, wondering why she was stammering.

/Say something/

What?

/Say something to the bitch! Or do I have to do this for you, too/ A sudden twang of pain ran through Ryou's body, making his chest ache. He clutched it, leaning over, coughing hard. It felt as though his chest was on fire...

"Ryou!" Samayo cried, leaning forwards, her hands on his shoulders. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed over, the pain not stopping. Samayo was shaking. She tried to call for help, but her voice was just above a squeak.

"H-help... Someone..." She whimpered, her body trembling. Samayo looked up at him, into his eyes, trying to get him back down to earth.

"Ryou..." She whispered. Suddenly, a strange, dejavu feeling came over her body. She sensed something in her own body as well as Ryou's; a very, very powerful emotion, waves of pain and remorse ripping through her, tearing her limb-from-limb. A burning flame, a strong sense of love, suddenly entering her heart, making her want to grab Ryou and never let him go. She knew she had a little crush on Ryou, but nothing as powerful as this...

As soon as it came, it was gone. The pain in Ryou's chest subsided, and both of them were left standing there, shaking. Ryou was leaning over, his hands on his thighs, breathing hard, as if he had just run twenty miles. Samayo's hands were still on his shoulders, and she was watching his face closely, making sure he was alright.

Ryou straightened up.

"Sa...Samayo," he managed to say between breaths, "Are you okay?"

"Me?" Samayo said, surprised. "You're the one who suddenly grabbed his heart..." Ryou nodded, standing up straight. He sighed in relief at the dispersed pain. "What happened to you?" Samayo asked, a small, noticeable flit of worry in her voice. Ryou racked his brain for an excuse.

"Uh- Um- Well... It's from... It's from when I hurt myself on the desk," he said, pointing at her. Samayo nodded.

"Okay..." Suddenly, the door opened. Samayo and Ryou both turned around to see... Joey. Standing in the doorway. He was in a near laughing state, obviously from something someone said.

"H-hey, you guys," he said, nearly shaking, "Come on back inside. It's supposed to rain soon." Samayo smiled as she stepped down a step.

"Umm, I h-hafta go," she said, stammering again. She wanted to kick herself. Why did she continue to stammer?

"Really? Alright," Ryou said, turning to Joey. "I'll be in a second, okay?" Joey nodded and retreated back inside, leaving the door open. As he sat down in the living room, he peered out the window with everyone else.

"We really shouldn't be spying on Ryou," Tea hissed. Tristan whacked her with a pillow.

"Maybe, but you're doing it too, aren't you?"

"I guess..." Even Yugi was watching his friend closely, seeing what she does. After the part when they both seemed to freeze, they had been watching her every movement. Both Joey and Tristan were convinced that she wasn't good news.

"You're both crazy," Tea had said, but they didn't care. They were convinced.

Suddenly, without warning, Ryou leaned in and kissed her cheek. When he pulled back, both he and Samayo were stunned. And she was blushing like crazy. She stepped back again, hardly able to look at him, the turn and ran across the street to her home. Ryou stood there, scratching his head, staring after her, a confused look on his face. All four of his friends looked at each other, also with confused looks.

Two words that Yugi spoke summed up the problem.

"Uh-oh."

Bakura.

/Ryou/

What was that?

/What, the sudden pain/

YES!

/That wasn't me./

Liar. Yes it was.

/It was a memory. You somehow opened up another memory./

Oh, good God. Ryou was sitting in a chair, the dark night outside, his friends gone. It was a couple of days later, and his father was finally allowing him to return to Domino High. Ryou hadn't had time to ask his darker self if he had any part in the pain, for he was busy trying to catch up studying-wise. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, sighing gently to himself.

A memory...

/Yes. Must I spell it for you/ Bakura kicked a wall of his soul room. He was getting fed up with being cooped up in the Ring for so long. After Hasan had placed the spell on him, he couldn't leave the Ring unless Ryou willingly wanted him to. This protected seal over Ryou's soul was much too powerful for Bakura to overcome.

"Oh... I'm so bored..." he whimpered, looking around the vast chambers of his soul. "If ever I get back into the Puzzle, that bastard Hasan is gonna get a piece of my mind..." Bakura wished he could re enter it soon; the key to where the door was hidden was fading from his memory. Ryou shut Bakura off so he could study, something Ryou couldn't keep going for long. It took a lot of energy for him to keep the voice of his yami out of his head...

"Ryou," a voice said from the kitchen of the old house. A door swung shut. Ryou looked up from his book to see his father walk into the room. He hung up his jacket and sat down across the room from his son. He kicked his feet up and leaned back, sighing.

"Yes?" Ryou asked, his arms settled over the book. Aishouka Bakura looked up at his son.

"Are you studying?"

"Yes."

"Ah. Good. You'll be all caught up when you go to school tomorrow."

"I hope so." Ryou looked down, then looked over at the fireplace. It was lit; Ryou had gotten the chills. On the wide mantel was a mini-shrine, 1 with a picture of both Amane Bakura and Miko Bakura. 2 Ryou had put fresh flowers in the vases that were inside the shrine. A fireplace mantel wasn't the best place to have a shrine, but it was the center of the room and it looked beautiful.

Ryou looked over at his father to find him also looking at it. He was leaning on one arm, his elbow on the chair edge, his chin in his palm. He sighed and stared at it without thinking about it. Ryou watched his father closely.

"Dad?" he said lightly. Aishouka turned to Ryou.

"Yes?" Ryou wasn't quite sure how to phrase his next statement.

"Umm, remember what Mom said about me never getting married..." Aishouka smiled as he remembered that night. The four of them were here, in this very house, talking about Amane's fiance. It was only a couple of years ago, and at the time, they were joking about how Amane had dated about twenty guys before deciding on her fiancé, Kyuuei.

Ryou, who was fifteen, had never dated anyone, never even giving it a thought. When Amane had been his age, she had already had about six boyfriends. They were talking, and Miko joked that Ryou would most likely never get married.

"Yes, I do. Why?" Ryou looked down at his book, not noticing the kanji on the pages. He was a little embarrassed, but he had to tell someone. Joey and Tristan would just give him a hard time about it...

"Well... Ummm... You remember that new girl, the one who lives across the street? Samayo?" Aishouka stared hard at his son. What was he getting at? Was there something he wanted to say about her?

"Samayo Alluige, yes, I remember her. Pretty girl, very nice... I used to know her father a little..." Aishouka said thoughtfully. "Yes, yes, what about her?" Ryou didn't look up. His face was red and he knew it.

"I think... I think I k-kinda... Like her," he said slowly. Aishouka bit his lower lip.

"What do you mean? Like her? Well, she doesn't have many friends, so I guess being her friend would be a boost to her self-esteem..."

"No... Never mind," Ryou muttered, holding the book up. He wasn't focused on the words, though, because Bakura had started talking.

/I KNEW IT/

Knew what?

/I KNEW you liked her/

Who - Samayo?

/Yes! I knew you had a thing for her! That's why that memory was so powerful.../

What the hell are you talking about? His yami had certainly gotten... strange... Bakura didn't say anything more.

"Ryou?"

"Y-yes?" Ryou stammered, looking over the top of his book.

"Are you alright? You look kind of pale..." Ryou shook his head. Anything to get away from this uncomfortable state...

"No, actually, my head kind of hurts..." Aishouka nodded, concerned.

"If you want to return to school tomorrow, you have to be healthy enough to stand it. Go upstairs right now, Ryou."

"Yes." Ryou closed his books, gathering his backpack and his notebooks, and headed towards the stairs.

Aishouka watched his son's retreating back. As soon as he heard the door slam, he sighed. He turned to the shrine up on the mantel.

"Oh, Miko," he moaned. "I thought taking care of one son would be so simple..." He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Now he has someone in his heart."

Samayo walked slowly, her eyes hardly staying open. She was so tired... She hadn't gotten any sleep last night. She was too worried about Ju, her younger brother. He had gotten sick last night, and her mother was in a frenzy, trying to get him to take medicine... Samayo stopped walking. She was supposed to meet Tea at her dance class, but she was much too tired... Tea would understand if she was late...

Samayo slid down the stone wall behind her, leaning against it, wishing she could just fall asleep. She relaxed her shoulders, smiling to herself, glad she had made a new friend... With a contented sigh, she moved a little, her body resting on the wall. People who walked by gave her strange looks, but continued walking without a thought to her.

"Ummm... Samayo?" Someone said above her. Samayo's eyes flew open at the sound of this voice.

The person above her was Ryou. He smiled down at her, extending his hand.

"Need a hand?" Too surprised and overwhelmed to back down, she took his hand, and he pulled her up. The two continued walking through the streets of Tokyo, just kind of looking at everything but each other. Ryou bit his lower lip, battling with himself on what to say.

"Ummm, Samayo-chan..."

"Yes?" Samayo said, looking at him. Immediately she blushed, and looked at the ground, still walking. Ryou felt like an idiot, but still...

"Umm, you know how you like the Ring and all that..." Samayo nodded, looking back at him.

"Yes..." Ryou gulped. He really didn't want to offend her... Or Bakura...

"Do you know what the Theif Bakura did?" Ryou asked. Samayo shrugged.

"Partially, I mean, I'm not stupid, but I don't really know much about him." She looked right into Ryou's eyes. "There isn't much known about him." Ryou nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, there isn't much about him, thank God..."

"What?" Samayo snapped back, turning to face him. "Why, do you know something?" Ryou instantly regretted what he said.

"No, I uh..."

/Loser./

"Huh?" Ryou frowned as he recognized the voice coming from the Ring. Samayo's face softened.

"Listen, Ryou, I'm sorry, I just get really protective of my family..."

"It's okay, really..."

/You are an ingrate./

A WHAT!

/I don't know what it means, it just sounds funny to call you one./

Oh, thanks a lot, Yami. Ryou continued walking in silence, not noticing the strange look that Samayo was giving him.

"Umm, Ryou? Are you alright?" Ryou looked at her, smiling.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me..." They arrived at the dance studio. Samayo stopped walking at the doorway. Ryou looked up at where she was going, then looked at her questioningly.

"I'm walking with Tea," she informed him.

"Oh, well, see ya," Ryou said, then he continued in the direction he was going. He decided to push this strange, funny feeling in this throat into the back of his mind and forget about it.

Little did he know how much that was going to do.

Bakura growled as he swung a door shut in his soul room. He was getting annoyed at all the opening memories that kept crowding him. Bakura was almost sure of this girl; He was almost sure that she was, indeed, Zamiya, that young girl he had helped. And, she was related to himself, which meant that Zamiya did get pregnant...

"Damn..." he whispered, punching a wall. "Zamiya... What happened to you..."

Then he remembered. He gritted his teeth as he remembered how they tortured her, how they beat her until she bled nearly to death. Bakura shuddered at the memory, wondering if Ryou would dream about this. She had been tortured to the point that she willingly told where Bakura was hiding... Which led to his infamousity...

Anger rose inside him.

"That's right!" he cried, punching his fist in the air. "It's her fault that I was captured! I remember now! It's her fault that the Pharaoh kept on keeping an eye on me..." He was shaking with anger. He remembered how angry he had been, how he had wanted to kill her... Then her love got the better of him...

"Damn her," he whispered. "Wherever she is, if Samayo is her, she could damage Ryou... My vessel... And if she does... I swear to the gods, I will kill her before she can trick Ryou like she tricked me!"

Whack, whack-

SMACK! Samayo's face was slapped - hard. She reeled back onto the floor, trying to sit up as fast as she could. Panting, she looked at the face of her attacker. It was a guard.

"Damn..." she whispered. The other guards were beating upon her as well.

"Beat her, that filthy whore," someone called. She sat up slowly, her black hair falling over her face. She shuffled backwards until she was against the wall. Sweat poured down her face.

"Oh gods..." she whispered again, shaking with fear. Where was he? she thought. He should be here...

The guard drew his sword, running his finger along the sharp edge. His skin tore and blood oozed out, and he smiled. Samayo wanted to stand, because if she was standing, she might be able to escape... One of the guards grabbed her arm and threw her on the ground. She cried out as a sharp pain raced through her already aching body.

The guard smiled. He held the sword in front of her, and slowly rubbed it's edge along her face. A red line appeared, and small trickles of blood slid down her face. Her eyes were glowing with anger and fear, her clothes ripped and torn, her body covered in bruises and dirt. They grabbed her wrists roughly and tied them with a sharp rope. She closed her eyes as the pain numbed her wrists...

"Now," a voice said from the back of the room. A high official. He was a skinny old man, unlike all the burly guards surrounding her. "If you are willing to tell us where that thief escaped to, we will let you go." Samayo shook, too afraid to answer... Until a strong emotion took over.

"No," she spat, sticking her tongue out at him. "I'll never tell you where he is. I love him - that's why I rescued him. Surely he will return for me."

"Surely," the high official mocked, signaling to the guards. All of them drew their swords.

"Would you like to tell us now?" The official asked, his arm raised. Samayo was panicking; what was she doing, arguing with the guards?

"Don't you know who I am?" Samayo asked, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Well, then," the official said. "Who are you?"

"Zamiya," she whispered, an insane smile spreading over her face. Her voice, her looks... She wasn't Samayo, although Samayo as confused about what was happening...

"The partner and wife of Bakura."

Samayo's eyes opened slowly. She sat up, breathing hard, sunlight pouring into her window. she put her hand over her heart, sweat rolling down her face.

It was a dream. Just a dream. It was only a dream...

"It seemed so real," Samayo whispered. She pulled the blankets to her chin. "So real..." She closed her eyes and leaned against her headboard. She opened them again and looked down at her hands. She shrieked at what she saw.

In her hands was an old-looking, frayed piece of string, with a silver pendant hanging off of it. She trembled as she recognized it.

It was his mark. The mark that Theif Bakura left everywhere he went. The Eye of Horus with a circle around it.

A ring of thieves...

Samayo hopped out of bed, dropping the ancient pendant onto the dresser, and ran to the window. She looked across the street to Ryou's house, hoping he was awake.

At the same time, Ryou was opening his front door. Samayo gasped and backed away from the window at what she saw.

The Sennen Ring was glowing.

Footnotes

1Mini-shrine w/ pictures: its customary in Japanese homes to have shrines to immediate family members who have died. Usually a little temple made of wood with the deceased person's picture in it with flowers. In this case, it's his sister and mother.

2Miko Bakura: the name i made up for Ryou's mother

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sooooooooooo... that chapp was stupid, i know i know... o well hmm, i wonder what's happening! samayo's seeing things... whoa... newayz... whats with the pendant? dunno...

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Yugiohchix2008: jess, I have one word for you: HENTAI

Jeshonehmmm…. Kinda…. But….. ya see… Ryou and Bakura aren't related so…. Juss that they're reincarnation/incarnation tho you'll see!

DreamingChild I dun know…. My neighbors are descendants of some noble guy who helped Tut… I think "Aye" was his name….

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