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\ \-Ryou to Bakura

/-Bakura to Ryou

#:footnotes (if any)

-Devil's Food-

Chapter Nine

Bakura looked up, taking in a breath sharply. Samayo was facing the window, her legs to the side, her arms shaking. Bakura followed her eyes.

Flashes could be seen outside.

What the hell… Bakura thought, wondering what they could be. Samayo smiled, then laughed. A sweet, bubbly laugh that made Bakura want to smile at her… She did look greatly like Zamiya, with her long, black hair and sweet smile…

Stop it, he ordered himself. Don't go falling in love with a girl like her… But she was so different from Zamiya…

Like with all reincarnations/incarnations, they were very different. Just like he and Ryou; similar appearance, differences in personality.

Obviously not that different in the matters of the heart, however… Samayo placed her hands over her heart, still laughing, shaking her head.

"Cars," she explained, nodding towards the window. "I'll never get used to that…" She smiled again at him. This smile made her dimples appear, and Bakura gasped.

For one moment, she looked identical to Zamiya.

Bakura's hatred grew.

His hand closed over the dagger tightly, and he pulled it slowly and discreetly into his lap, making sure she never looked at his moving hands… Samayo didn't even notice. She crawled up beside him, puting her arms around his shoulders. She leaned against him, licking her lips and closing her eyes.

"Ryou…" she whispered. Bakura stiffened. He was ready. So ready. He could attack at any moment… He could easily shove the blade right into her body… She was so vulnerable…

His impeccable hatred returned to his heart. The flaming, passionate hatred he felt for Zamiya, who had betrayed him, was released.

The dagger lifted –

Ju's eyes flashed open. He was shaking, sweat pouring down his face, his hands clenched to the white sheets… The darkened room provided no condolence. The soft beeping of the EKG made him more nervous. The slight outline of another bed beside him made him shake and shiver.

"Where…" he whispered, breathing hard. He became aware of the mask placed over his mouth and nose, letting cool, clean air into his lungs. Shadows moved along the slim piece of light etching into the room from the doorway… He turned his head slightly, wondering if his mother could see him. She wasn't there. He cast his eyes to the ceiling, seeing the white panels stare blankly back.

He was scared stiff.

"Mama..." he whispered in a hoarse voice. Ki was in the bed beside him, still unconscious. Ju clenched his fists, thinking about the strange dream he had.

He had seen Samayo swimming in a pool of blood, the thick liquid closing in on her. She couldn't hold her breath any longer, and attempted to swim to the surface. Ryou was at the surface, reaching his hands into the thick, crimson blood to pull her out. Her head broke the surface, blood sliding from her hair and her shoulders.

"Ryou - !" she sputtered, gripping his hands. Ryou struggled, trying to release her from the blood. Ju had stood at the side, a simple bystander to his sister's struggles.

Another Ryou came up behind the first, one with an evil look in his eyes and what seemed like fangs. He appeared silently, like the Devil, one hand with claws extending from his fingertips. Joey and Yugi were behind him, trying to call to Samayo and Ryou, trying to tell them that he was there. But they were behind a glass wall and couldn't get through.

Silently, the second Ryou sliced the shoulder of the first one, making the first Ryou collapse, one hand still clamped around Samayo's wrist. The second Ryou bent down on the edge of the pool, baring his fangs at her, and reached out, slashing at her hand. One hand slipped, so the only way she was holding on was by the first Ryou, who seemed to be... disappearing.

Another slash - Blood spurted - fingers curling -

Samayo let go, and disappeared into the pool of blood. Ju screamed, and then -

He awoke.

It was a sign, he was sure of it.

"Samayo-chan..." he whispered, trembling as the nightmare crept back into his mind. He tightened his grip subconsciously on the blankets at his fingertips, making little whimpering sounds.

Ryou... Was not who they thought he was.

Ryou's eyes tore open. A white scene swam before his eyes, making him dizzy. He blinked a couple of times, wondering what had happened. One moment, he was trapped in his own soul, banging on the door, yelling for Samayo -

He appeared to be out of the Ring, at least. He sat up slowly, looking at the scene around him. His heart pounded heavily, making him wonder if he was going to have a heart attack. He placed his hand over his beating heart, sweat dripping down his face.

Where was he?

He had no idea.

He felt as if he had been here before... Wherever here was. He blinked a couple more times, then shook his head. He gasped lightly as he realized where he was.

He was back in Takajuri.

Where he used to live.

He was sitting on a grassy green hill, a bright, blue sky above his head, trees and a vast city below him.

Wait.

It was some type of village. He stood up, squinting down at the village. He vaguely remembered this tiny village. He had been born here, in the southern part of Takajuri. The more country part. He remembered the grassy plains, the warm weather, the small town. He stared down, shaking his head.

Why am I here? he asked himself. Am I having memories like Bakura? Was Samayo affecting my past as well?

"Ryou-chan!" a voice called from down the hill. He turned, his clothes rustling with the breeze. He struggled to remember how old he was at this time.

Three? Four? Five? Five sounded right...

A teenage girl was running up the hill, wearing a white sundress. It blew out behind her, her feet bare, the sun dappling her bronze skin. She smiled up at him, holding her wide-rimmed hat to her head.

"Ryou!" she called, waving. Ryou waved back. It was then he realized his clothes had changed. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt with a white bar across it, and kanji written across. He also had denim shorts on, and his feet were bare.

What the... he remembered seeing the outfit in pictures of his past.

But he was still the same age... right?

Of course he was.

The girl waved, obviously the same age as him. He supposed that he knew this girl in the past, and his mind was forcing him to see her as she was now...

She looked familiar.

"Who are you?" Ryou called down the hill to her. She smiled brightly, the golden, wide-brimmed, floppy hat billowing, a blue ribbon tied to it. She giggled and ran up the grassy hill, eventually coming to him. She stood before him, her dress flying.

"Ryou," she said, reaching out and taking his hand. "Let's play!"

"What? Excuse me, but --"

"Come on!" The girl pulled him hard, as if trying to force him down the hill. Ryou pulled back, trying to figure out what was happening.

He seemed to be trapped in some kind of weird memory. And a girl from his past was trying to drag him down a hill to "play". The girl smiled, and walked up to him, placing her arms on his shoulders. Ryou in took breath sharply. She was right before him, the breeze picking up. Her hat was blown off, to reveal long, dark, silky hair with a blue ribbon tied in. She pulled her body close to Ryou, closing her eyes.

"Ryou," she whispered. "Come on."

"Come on what?" Ryou asked. The girl opened her eyes. Ryou stiffened.

The girl was Samayo. She bent forwards, tightening her arms around his neck. Ryou blinked.

Samayo... Wait! Ryou thought, a memory striking him. Takajuri! When I was five! Samayo was my neighbor! She lived across the street! Until I was five... Then she moved!

She moved back to Egypt where she was born!

He stared at the girl hanging off of him.

She must have moved back.

Samayo leaned in, and gently placed a kiss on his lips. He reeled back, surprised and amazed. He stood there, looking down at her, not sure what to do. He'd never been kissed before, and he didn't quite know if this was real or not. It was very soft and very light, and tasted sweet. Was it supposed to do that? Samayo broke away from him, hovering before him, ready to kiss him again. Ryou put his arms slowly around her waist, drawing her towards him.

This time, he started the kiss. He drew her to him, and wrapped her up in his embrace. Samayo smiled, bringing more passion into the kiss.

Neither wanted to break it.

So they didn't.

And Ryou still didn't know how he could have forgotten someone like Samayo Alluige.

Yugi held the phone in his hands, hesitating to call an ambulance. He wasn't sure if Bakura had done anything yet or not.

Joey was ready to run over there and kill Bakura. He was cracking his knuckles and muttering under his breath, staring angrily out the window.

"When I get my hands on that bastard... I swear to God I'll kill him... I'll kill him with my bare hands if he so as touches Samayo... And if he doesn't let Ryou free... I'll break that friggin' Ring in two..." Yugi just stood there, too scared to make a move. He just wasn't sure...

"J-Joey?" he stammered, hanging the phone up. Joey turned to his comrade.

"What?" he shot at him, still pissed off at Bakura. Yugi gulped.

"Umm, think we should go to Samayo's...?" he asked in a small voice. Joey pounded his fist into his own palm and nodded.

"We can use my cell phone to call the police if he hurts her," Joey muttered. He was really angry at Bakura. He felt such hatred at that moment, he was shaking. Yugi could nearly see his shaky movements. He hoped Joey would keep his cool and not do anything stupid.

"Come on." The two exited Ryou's house, shutting the door behind them. Joey bounded down the walkway and stopped at the street, the sun peeping over the horizon.

"I'll kill him!" Joey cried, taking off across the street. A car screeched and swerved around him, the driver swearing at him. Joey just swore back. Yugi sighed and followed Joey a bit more cautiously.

"Joey..." Joey stopped at the walkway to Samayo's apartment. He was staring in through the picture window to the apartment. He just stood there, his jaw dropping, staring in awe.

"What? What is it?" Yugi said, running up beside Joey. His eyes widened in shock. "Holy..."

"Oh my... God..." Joey whispered. He shook his head.

Inside the house, inside Samayo's living room, Ryou and Samayo were sitting on the floor. Samayo was in Ryou's arms, her own arms draped on his shoulders, both trapped in what looked like an enticing kiss. Yugi and Joey looked at each other, then back through the windows.

"Er..." Joey muttered. He blinked once, then looked around. "Wasn't Bakura..."

"Yeah..." Yugi agreed, just as baffled. The two looked at each other in confusion.

Inside, Samayo pulled away from Ryou, and saw the blade, sitting on the floor beside them. She took a breath, and reached out, touching it gently.

"He was so serious," she whispered. "I believed he would kill me." Ryou shook his head.

"He's never truly felt love before," Ryou explained, holding her tightly. "He was stalled by my vision, and retreated."

"Why? I thought he was known as a blood thirsty killer," Samayo said. Ryou chuckled.

"He knew she betrayed him," he told her in a whisper. "And he never once went after her, in all the years he lived. He loved her too much for him to do that." Samayo smiled and leaned her head on Ryou's chest.

"Is it over?" she asked gently. "He was so scary..."

"Samayo," Ryou whispered into her ear, "I have so much to explain to you, don't I?" Samayo lifted her head and stared straight at him. She was strangely calm for the terror and the switch that Bakura suddenly made with Ryou. Truthfully, she had no idea as to what was happening.

"Yes," she said. "I think..." Suddenly, her eyes closed, and she fell forward in a faint. Ryou rubbed her back gently.

"You went through a lot..." Ryou looked up and around the room. He shook his head and closed his eyes, smiling. He wasn't sure why he was so relieved; he was glad that Bakura's feelings - feelings buried within himself - came through at the last second.

Samayo might be dead because of it.

It wasn't until two days later that they saw each other again, Ryou and Samayo. With Yugi's and Joey's help, he hauled her to her room, and vowed to explain everything to her. He also spoke to Ishizu to see what she could do to help him re-seal Bakura in his soul. However, when he went, he received a strange answer.

"He doesn't need it," Ishizu had told him, after examining the Ring. "He's not here." Ryou blinked.

"What?"

"He isn't," she said, making a reassuring sound. "How interesting..."

"What happened to him?" Ishizu shrugged.

"I honestly don't know... He may have just dispersed forever," she explained. Ryou shook his head.

"No..."

"No? I thought you'd be relieved!" Ishizu cried, spinning around. Ryou touched the Ring gently and shook his head once more.

"I can't explain it, Ishizu," she said, shrugging. "I just... Feel... I don't know. Incomplete..."

"Like Yugi," she said with a sigh. She shook her head sadly. "It's a symptom of having a spirit within your own. You have grown accustomed to a spirit completely taking over your body and ruling for you, and for you not getting blamed... I understand." She turned around to face him, sitting on her desk. "You'll feel better, trust me. So," she tapped her desk. "I hear that Samayo's brothers are better."

"Oh, yes," Ryou said, smiling. "Much better, I hope."

"And... She doesn't know that you're the reincarnation of her ancestor..." Ryou blinked and stared at Ishizu.

"How did you..."

"The Khetankh family goes back far, Ryou." Ryou shook his head.

"No, her last name is Alluige."

"Her mother's last name is Alluige," Ishizu explained. "When you knew her eleven years ago, she was Samayo Khetankh."

"Oh," Ryou muttered. "I... Didn't know that."

"Apparantly," Ishizu said, sighing. She closed her eyes.

"Is she... Really... Zamiya?" Ryou asked. Ishizu made no notion she had heard. Ryou waited patiently, wondering if she was thinking.

"...Yes and no," she said finally, her eyes opening. Ryou waited for her to continue. "She's kind of like you, Ryou. She greatly resembles Zamiya, but doesn't have her qualities. She's not as cunning, brave or, luckily, as black-hearted as Zamiya had been. Zamiya did not love Bakura; he love her."

"I didn't know Bakura was capable of love," Ryou said in surprise. Ishizu laughed.

"He was, indeed," she said. Her manner changed. "However, she doesn't know that she is anyone's reincarnation. And, with Bakura gone, I believe that's a good thing."

"She... Was having dreams like mine," Ryou said slowly. "Memories of her past life."

"Since Bakura has disappeared, I doubt she will have more," Ishizu assured him. Ryou nodded.

"That's good... Umm, Ishizu?"

"Yes?"

"Why did I have that odd memory... And... Bakura retreated?" Ishizu thought for a moment, tapping her fingers on the desk. Her nails were long and clacked whenever they came in contact with the metal.

"Well... I believe your subconscious was trying to prove to your heart you truly loved her, or maybe prove to Bakura that you loved her... There are many reasons," she explained. "I don't know exactly why, though."

"Oh," Ryou said sadly. "Well... Thank you." He turned, and was about to leave, when Ishizu perked up with something.

"Ryou," she called suddenly, making Ryou turn. "Be careful with her."

"What?" Ryou called back. "What do you mean?" Ishizu looked very serious as she said her next line.

"There are some things not to be said on why Zamiya abandoned Bakura after a time, even though they were a successful team. They... It..." she seemed to be trying to figure out how to word it. "Just... Be careful. One false move could very well unleash boundless terrors from the depths of the Ring. It knows many secrets of Bakura, since he gave himself to it." Ryou blinked.

He didn't know that...

"Promise," she said seriously, "That you don't take her too far." With that, the phone rang, and she picked up. "Hello? Oh, Maho, you idiot..." She nodded to him, and he left, thoughts swimming in his brain.

Oh, God, he thought, walking down into the brisk, spring shine.

Samayo was there when he got home. He walked up the pathway, and saw her sitting on the steps. She was still wearing the same white, cotton dress, the sunhat in her hands. She had had a belt around her waist and a ribbon in her hair. Ju and Ki were sitting beside her, admiring Ju's sling.

"Ryou," she said, standing. She smiled. Ryou gaped at her.

"What..."

"Your father recognized my mother yesterday," she explained. "She changed a lot after my brother's were born, which is why he didn't recognize her sooner... She made this for me, from the last day we were in Japan. When we lived in Takajuri." She stepped forwards, her shoes echoing. "Your father had that photo framed. The one of us playing with Amane in your old house." Ryou's heart panged as he thought of his beloved sister, and that last day he played with the little girl from across the street.

"I can't believe I forgot," he said, placing his hands on her waist. Samayo shrugged.

"Ryou?"

"Yes?" Ryou said, but she suddenly kissed him, her arms around his neck. He gasped, then closed his eyes, holding her very tightly. Ju and Ki laughed, Ju attempting to move his broken arm. Samayo broke the kiss, then turned to her brothers.

"You're both nuts," she called, then kissed Ryou again, this time with much more passion and vigor then the last.

As they stood there, they broke apart, walking up the stairs. It was a school day, but they're lives in the past few days had been hell, so they decided not to go. Yugi and the others were coming later to see that Samayo's brothers were better.

Ryou thought about how close Bakura had been to stabbing Samayo. She had been rushed to the hospital, but nothing was wrong with her, thankfully...

As they walked down the pathway, his arm around her waist, he felt something through her dress. He could feel a slight thickness, a bulky spot on her lower back. He made a small gasp as he realized what it was, but made no comment as they walked on.

It was a scar on her back.

It glowed for a second. No one was there to witness it. They were all downstairs, celebrating the recovery of Ju and Ki.

It was sitting on his desk, the chord hanging from it. The center Eye of Horus glowed momentarily, then became dark once more. The pointers jangled together, their tips glowing. A trickle of blood started down the side of the desk from the center pointer, to be joined by many others. Five thin trickles of dark blood.

A low sound, that started like a growl, grew into laughter. It came from the darkness, enveloping the Ring greatly.

Bakura hadn't disappeared.

He had become the darkness.

And he would test Samayo... By having her go through the same trial as Zamiya had.

One that we today call pregnancy.

End part one! Yes it is only part one yall! AHaa! evil laughter For now... I am finished, though!

The next story (which will hoepfully be shorter) shall be called "Satan's Song". Its about the 'task' Bakura puts Samayo through. Also... How Ryou adjusts to his life, what happened in Samayo's past. And Ryou wonders... How could Bakura have descendants... unless he had children? DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! anyway...

Please tell me how you liked the ficcy! is interested look for the sequel! should come out around... middle of April. I wanna type a few chappies before I post. I also wanna finish some stories.

SOOOOOOO... THANKS FOR READING! SEEYA IN SEQUEL!

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