Summary: Bakura's lost his only hikari, Ryou. Ryou has been tortured to the brink of insanity. He thinks that a demon is following him, and is always saying something about his 'Angel-savior'. The tomb robber at first enjoys the silence of his home after Ryou has been locked away. But Bakura is burdened with guilt, and soon this drives him mad too. Will he be able to get his hikari back?

A/N: Author's notes have been removed due to ff.net's notice about chat dialogue being used in this.. x.x oy.. gomen-nasai!

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Watashi no Tenshi Sukuinushi
( My Angel Savior )
Chapter 1: Taken Away
By: Nadako-Mika

"Bakura-sama, Why must I pack?"

"Because you are going on a little vacation."

"Where to Bakura-sama?"

"Some place quiet and relaxing."

"Why aren't you coming with me, Bakura-sama?"

"I must tend to this house."

"Will there be...demons there as well?"

Bakura slammed the suit-case shut. He glared at Ryou. "Must you ask so many questions, Hikari?" he asked becoming impatient.

"I-I need to know," Ryou answered, "Will there b-be...d-demons there?"

Bakura sighed as he stood up, "For the last time, Hikari. There are no demons following your soul! If there were I would be able to sense them, for I am a spirit myself. And no there won't be any demons where you're going." He surveyed the now empty bedroom. "Have you forgotten anything, Hikari?"

Ryou stood thinking for a moment. "My sketchbook," He walked out of the room and came back with a large book. Bakura snatched it from him.

"What is this?" He flipped through the pages. He was surprised to see amazingly well drawn pictures of an Angel, and some of a demon. He was curious though, why didn't the angel have a face? Everything was given in great detail, except for the face which was left blank.

"It has no face because I've never been able to see it's face," Ryou answered his Yami's thoughts.

"What do you mean? Have you actually seen this thing?"

Ryou nodded in response, "It is my savior from pain. It comforts me in troubled times, though it has never said a word. I have never been able to see it's face as it is always hidden behind shadows."

Bakura grunted as he flipped the page. He came across of picture of a demon, weilding a blood covered sword in a threatening manner. This time the drawing had a face. His own. He growled as he shut the book and tossed it hard at his other self, muttering, "Stupid drawings.."

The door bell rang. Ryou rushed down to answer the door. There was a man dressed completely in white, behind him was a van, also colored in whited.

"Ryou Bakura?" the man asked.

Ryou looked at him. "Not Bakura, just Ryou."

The man just stared at him with an expressionless face. He looked over the boy's shoulder and saw his duplicate walk towards the door. "Mr. Ikusa Bakura?"

"Hai." Bakura answered.

Ryou looked back and forth in confusion. "What? That's Bakura, not Ikusa. There is no one I know with the name Ikusa."

Bakura put a reasurring hand on his Hikari's shoulder. "Forgive my Brother, sir. He is...not well...at the moment."

The man only nodded. "Is your father home?"

"Unfortunately no," Bakura answered, "He asked me to answer in his place. He is away on a dig."

"Very well. I have come to escort Ryou Bakura to the institution." the man said, taking Ryou's bags into the van. He soon came back and had to drag a screaming Ryou out.

"Bakura! Where is he taking me? What was that about an institution?! BAKURA!" Ryou screamed as he was shoved into the van. Before the van doors were slid shut he took a glance back at his Yami. Fear washed over the boy as he saw his other self giving an evil smirk. He was planning something.

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The large metal doors slid into place, and Ryou stared at it as a click of a lock was heard. He was stuck now. He was being forced to be confined in a small room. Tearing his eyes away from the large silver doors he looked around. The walls, floor, and ceiling were painted completely white. The room was only five metres in length and width. In a corner was a small bed, covered with white sheets. The frame of the bed and the small side table were the only things, along with the door, that were of different colors. Above the bed was a barred window. ' At least I can look out the window to take in more colors.'

Ryou climbed up onto the bed and curled himself into a ball against a corner. He was left all alone now. No Bakura-sama, he probably won't ever be able to see his father again, and he didn't think Yugi and the gang were going to notice that he was gone.

"Tenshi help me..." he whispered to the empty room, "Onegai, help me."

As Ryou slowly rocked himself to sleep, a small quiet cackle, from another corner of the room, met his ears.

In his mind a dream was slowly being conjured.

Ryou found himself at home simply watching t.v. He was watching the news, but couldn't quite understand what the reporter was saying. It all sounded like jibberish to him. Soon the calm blue walls stood aflame, and the temperature in the room rose considerably. From behind he heard an evil laugh. Reluctantly he turned around slowly, and his eyes widened at the sight. His Yami was walking towards him. Bakura was walking so smoothly it seemed he was gliding across the floor. There again was an evil smirk plastered onto his face.

"Oh Ryou..." A voice whispered from behind him.

The boy was frozen in place, that was his Yami's voice. But how could it be if Bakura was walking steadily infront of him? Shivering slightly Ryou turned around. There was another Bakura standing there, just staring at him with a mischievious glint in his eyes.

"My Hikari," Bakura's voice came from his side this time. Ryou again turned to face another Bakura. "What's wrong hikari? You look frightened."

Soon the sly voices were coming from every corner of the room and images of his evil Yami swarm around him. They started tugging at him and bruising his pale skin. He wanted to get away, but found he couldn't.

"You can't get away, dear Hikari," one of the Bakuras whispered into his ear.

Fear overtook his mind. What were they going to do to him? 'This must be a dream! There couldn't be more than one Bakura at once. Not even the Millenuim Ring can provide that kind of magic.' He wanted very badly to wake up, but he found that he couldn't. He was stuck. Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through his chest. A shrill scream escaped his lips as blinding white light covered his sight.

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A/N: Author's notes have been removed due to ff.net's notice about chat dialogue being used in this.. x.x oy.. gomen-nasai!