the last chap! NOOOOOO! or... is it? ponders maybe not! ahahahaaaa! newayz... it dependz, really, so we'll see.

\ \-Ryou to Bakura
/-Bakura to Ryou
#:footnotes (if any)

-Devil's Food-

Chapter Eight

Samayo was lying on her back on her bed, her legs hanging off the edge. It was still dark out, even though it was quickly becoming morning. She was still thinking about the night before, with her and Ryou together...

Nothing had happened, much to Samayo's dismay. She wouldn't have minded anything happening, truthfully... She smiled and turned onto her side, the moonlight washing over her through the large windows in her room. Her black hair was spread out around her face, as she stared over her light-blue bedspread in the darkness.

After a few more minutes in the bath, Samayo had started falling asleep. Somehow, Ryou had carried her to her room (while she was still semi-conscious) and laid her body on her bed. He had wrapped her body in a soft, warm towel, and disappeared. She had woken up only a few minutes ago, slipping into a white nightdress that reached her knees with no sleeves.

She secretly wished Ryou had stayed.

"Oh, God..." she murmured, sighing deeply. "I wish he stayed... He made me feel tons better..." She closed her eyes, and wondered what would have happened if he had stayed...

"Cut it out," she said to herself, bopping her own head. She smiled and proceeded to falling asleep.

The doorbell rang. Samayo's eyes fluttered open, and she rolled off her bed, heading towards the front door. She flopped down a stair case, then, yawning, pulled a bathrobe on, and tying it around her waist.

"Mmmm... Who is it?" she said, pulling the door open. Ryou was standing in front of her, the Ring hanging around his neck. He looked surprised for a moment, then regained his footing. He smiled gently and said, "May I come in?"

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Yugi was at least attempting to dial 9-1-1, but it wasn't going well. His hands were shaking, his tears blurring his vision. Shaking, he punched in the numbers, however messing up on the second nine. He hung the phone back up, waiting until the tone could be heard. He sniffed loudly, wiping his tears away.

Pull yourself together, he coached himself. This is no time to be crying. Joey could be dying as we speak. He looked over at his friend. He had somehow moved Joey's large body onto the couch, his arm over his chest. He coughed every so often, his breathing loud and shallow, sweat dripping off his face. His skin was so pale…

Yugi dropped the phone and ran over to his friend.

"Joey!" he cried, dropping down beside him. "Please, please please, wake up, please…" He begged, his tears coming in new waves. He was completely hopeless. He was completely lost as to how he was going to do this. He was panicking too much to do anything helpful at all. If Yami was still here, he would have coached Yugi through this.

But he wasn't. Yugi trembled, terrified at the prospect of losing Joey. He hadn't lost consciousness yet, however…

Or had he? Yugi walked over cautiously, and knelt down beside the couch. Joey opened one eye to look at Yugi.

"Heya, Yug'," he said, struggling to take a breath. Yugi took a large breath and closed his eyes.

"Joey," he said slowly. "I'm going to call a hospital, alright?" Joey nodded, turning onto his side. His back faced Yugi. Yugi got up and proceeded to walk to the phone, when he noticed something extremely strange about Joey's back…

"Ryou," Samayo said, slightly surprised and pleased at the same time. "Why'd you come back all of a sudden?" Bakura racked his brain for an excuse.

What does she mean…? What did Ryou do over here? He thought, wondering what his hikari had been up to. He wrung his hands and answered

"I just wanted to see you again." Samayo smiled and stepped aside, letting him in. She shut the door behind him and allowed him to walk into the living room. She followed, sitting on the floor. Bakura took a few glances around the room. His photographic memory clicked, sealing the look around the room. The big picture window in the front proved a useful escape…

"Ryou?" Bakura turned to face Samayo, who was sitting on the floor. She was running her hands endlessly through her hair, a tired look on her face. Bakura sat down across from her, his legs crossed, watching her.

"What is it, Samayo?" he asked lightly. Samayo looked up. She twisted her hands into a contorted position and looked out at the picture window.

"You don't think I'm… Crazy, do you?" she said, looking sideways at him. Bakura shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Samayo sighed.

"Sometimes I think I'm schizophrenic." Bakura was taken aback, but not really surprised at all.

"Oh… Really?" he said, pretending to sound surprised. "How so?" Samayo rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

"Whenever I dream, this other person seems to take my place. I see flashes of moments that happened, well… It seems like years ago. It all looks so primitive. And sometimes, during class, when I doze off, I hear someone talking to me from the back of my head. And I sit in the back. There's no one else back there." She shivered and rubbed her arms. Bakura shrugged. He moved closer to her, taking her hands in his.

"Samayo," he said in a low, sweet voice. "I don't think you're crazy." Samayo looked up at him and smiled brightly.

"You're… You're sure?" she asked, hesitant. Bakura smiled and let her wrap her arms around his neck.

"I'm positive, miss Samayo," he whispered into her ear. She leaned against him, breathing slowly, eyes closed. Bakura waited until her grip on him was firm, and then wriggled his hand into his pocket, searching for the switch blade. His fingers fell on it, and he slowly pulled it out, getting ready to open it…

There was a small 'click', and the blade opened. Bakura lifted it slowly, unbeknownst to Samayo, and saw her neck and shoulder in his sights. He wasn't sure if he could lift it high enough to get her neck, but he was close…

"Zamiya…" he whispered, venom dripping from his voice. Samayo moaned and muttered,

"That's what she calls herself… Wait," she said, pushing back. Bakura dropped the switchblade, surprised at her movement. It landed beside his hand. She didn't notice. "How did you know that?" she asked, scrunching up her face. Bakura shrugged once more.

"I heard that name mentioned once or twice… I actually think you look like her," he admitted, his fingers sliding over the knife. Samayo looked at her hands. Bakura fastened his fist over the knife…

Samayo screamed.

"Fuck," Joey muttered, moving his shoulders. "That is the weirdest thing. Are you sure nothing's there?"

"Positive," Yugi said, shrugging. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Joey shook his head and gently touched his shoulder once more. Nothing was there; no mark, no wound, nothing. Not even blood. The pain had died down and… disappeared. Joey shivered and pulled his school jacket tighter around his shoulders.

"Well…"

"It was a diversion," Yugi said, clenching his hands into fists. Joey raised his eyebrows.

"…Really…?" Yugi nodded. He cast his eyes to the doorway, searching across the street. He could see the lights in Samayo's house, right across the street from Ryou's. Joey followed his gaze.

"Diversion from what?" Joey asked slowly. Yugi's eyes widened in fear. The reality of what Bakura had said sparked to truth in his soul, his mind and his body. He gasped, taking a step backwards, his heart speeding.

"Samayo… He thinks she betrayed him," Yugi sputtered. Joey nodded.

"…So…?"

"And Ryou… He might be…"

"Out with it, Moto!" Yugi turned straight to Joey, his eyes fierce.

"Bakura may want to kill Samayo!"

Then her loud, shrill scream reached their ears.

Hehe… evil cliffies are funn! Yay!

Hey, yall, I was wondering… How many of you would like a sequel? After the next chap, I have an idea…. It would be entitled "Satan's Song". Interesting, ne? Giggles Well juss wondering… Oh, BTW, this isn't the last chapish!

Shibby-One