Change of Heart
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba (a.k.a. Ryou's Tenshi)
Aisling: YAY! I'm back with the new part of this!! WOOOT!!
Yami: You never know when to quit, do you?
Aisling: Be nice. And no, I don't.
Rishid: I'm just glad she's not dragging me into this.
Aisling: Don't get too relaxed, Rishi-chan, because you're in the sequel.
Rishid: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! That's a worse fate than having to explain certain *things* to Malik.
Malik: *pouts* You're mean, Rishi.
Aisling: Isn't he? Anyway, can someone please do the disclaimer for me? Onegai? *Sad puppy eyes*
Ryou: I suppose so. Aisling koi does not own YGO, but anything original is hers.
Aisling: Thanks Ry-chan! *hugs him* In other words, oh rabid lawyers, I no own. Bite me. Better yet, bite yourselves.
All: *Really big sweatdrop*
Aisling: And now, on with the fic!
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(Chapter five: Spirit To Spirit Talk)
"Bakura?" Yami asked uncertainly, not having quite caught what the other spirit had said.
"I never wanted it to go this far. I was only trying to make him stronger, so that no one would ever be able to take advantage of him," Bakura continued, still staring at the wall. "I called him weak, but he's always been the strong one, not me. I've hurt him so much."
"What exactly happened tonight, Bakura?" Yami asked, trying to get a straight answer out of him.
Bakura turned towards him sharply, startling him. The pain that shimmered in those dark mahogany eyes gave away the emotions that he tried to conceal behind a half-hearted smirk.
"What the hell do you think happened, Pharaoh?! Isn't it fricking obvious?! He wrote a damn suicide note and slit his wrists with a knife!" he practically yelled, tears still streaming down his face.
"Calm down, Bakura. Ryou will be fine," Yami said, trying to reason with the irate spirit.
"How can you be so sure?! Damn it, it's because of me that he could die. I don't want to lose him, I can't. I don't know what I'd do if I lost my Hikari," Bakura snapped, his voice faltering on the last part.
By now he had stood up and was pacing back and forth anxiously across the white tile floor. As he did so, the realization of what Bakura was trying to say struck Yami, and the former Pharaoh stared at him. The look on Yami's face could only be described as shocked disbelief.
"You love him, don't you?" Yami piped up incredulously after a few moments of stunned silence.
His words stopped Bakura dead in his tracks. His whole body stiffened, and he inhaled sharply, taken aback by Yami's observation. He didn't deny the statement, but he wouldn't meet that intense crimson gaze that was regarding him in silence, either. Instead, he merely nodded and sat down again.
"I love him more than anything," Bakura replied finally, his voice now a barely audible whisper.
Yami stared hard at Bakura for a long time, making the tomb robber decidedly uncomfortable, though he never would have admitted it, or at least not out loud, anyway. The former Pharaoh had a strange way about him of intimidating people that annoyed Bakura to no end, though he had no intention of letting Yami have the satisfaction of knowing that he could intimidate him.
"Then why do you constantly torment him?" Yami demanded finally.
Before Bakura could even have the chance to answer, though, the double doors at the other end of the waiting room swung open again, and a young woman wearing a white uniform approached them.
Her emerald green eyes were tired and had dark circles underneath them, seeming to give off the impression that she hadn't really slept for several nights, which was actually quite possible. A few strands of her bright red hair had fallen loose from the braid that she had it pulled back in, giving her an almost disheveled appearance. The expression on her face was nothing short of grim as she approached Bakura and Yami.
"You are the ones who brought Ryou Bakura in, am I right?" she inquired.
Bakura practically flew off the chair that he was sitting on at the mention of his Hikari's name, resisting the sudden urge to grab the woman by the lapels of her white coat, and demanded to know if Ryou was all right.
"How is he?" Bakura asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking, but to no avail.
"We've got him stabilized for now, but he's lost a lot of blood, three of his ribs on his left side are badly cracked, and there are several cuts on his wrists and back that appear to have been made by either glass or a knife blade, as well as several severe bruises. My main concern here, though, is that we need to find a donor with the same blood type now so we can give him a transfusion, otherwise, I'm afraid that we're going to lose him," she explained quietly, her gentle voice tinged with sadness.
Bakura shook his head in denial. *No, dear Ra, no. Please, don't take him from me,* he thought despairingly.
Suddenly he realized that the woman was speaking to them again. He turned back towards her, only to find her green eyes staring at him in obvious concern.
"Sir, are you all right?" she asked softly.
He nodded, brushing off her concern with an indifferent wave of his pale hand. "I'm fine. What were you saying?" he replied, trying desperately to keep his impatience in check and only managing to be partially successful.
"I was simply asking if either of you might know if you have the same blood type as Ryou," she repeated calmly.
The two spirits exchanged glances, and Yami merely offered a slight shrug. Bakura's dark eyes filled with determination as he looked back at the woman who stood there waiting silently for an answer.
"I don't know if mine is completely identical to Ryou's, but it's most likely a close enough match," Bakura answered finally.
She nodded. "Are you--? she started, only to be cut off in mid-sentence by the white-haired tomb robber.
"--His brother," Bakura said, offering the only excuse that he could think of at that very moment to explain his and Ryou's almost identical appearances. There was no way in the several Egyptian hells that he was even going to attempt to explain the whole Yami/Hikari thing to this woman.
The woman seemed to accept his answer, though. Some of the stress and worry faded from her green eyes, and she looked more than a little bit relieved.
"All right, follow me, then," the nurse replied.
Bakura hesitated for just a brief moment, casting a dubious glance back at Yami. The former Pharaoh gave him a reassuring smile, and it seemed to put Bakura just a little bit at ease. (A/N:Baku and Yami actually being civil to each other? Wow, the world's gonna end... 0__o)
"Go on, Bakura. I'll let Yugi and Seto know what's going on. Don't worry, Ryou will pull through this. Trust me," Yami assured the other spirit.
Bakura did not answer, but instead he merely nodded. Then he turned and followed the nurse, disappearing through the same set of double doors where Ryou had been taken, hoping to Ra and any other deity who might be listening to him that he would not be too late to save his Hikari. Yami merely watched him leave, contacting his own Aibou through their link as Bakura and the young woman disappeared from sight.
//Yugi?//
/Yami? What's happening? Have you heard anything about Ryou? Is he going to be all right?/
//Hold on, koi. One thing at a time. I'm sure Ryou will be all right. I need you both to come back to the waiting room and I'll explain everything.//
/All right, we'll be right there./
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To be continued...I know it's been *forever* since I've updated this. Blame my stupid classes. Grrr! Anyway, I really hope this was worth the wait. Please R&R!!! Please? Don't make me beg here. Don't flame me please. Well, ja ne! Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers for making this my most popular fic! *Huggles you*
*Ryou's Tenshi*
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba (a.k.a. Ryou's Tenshi)
Aisling: YAY! I'm back with the new part of this!! WOOOT!!
Yami: You never know when to quit, do you?
Aisling: Be nice. And no, I don't.
Rishid: I'm just glad she's not dragging me into this.
Aisling: Don't get too relaxed, Rishi-chan, because you're in the sequel.
Rishid: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! That's a worse fate than having to explain certain *things* to Malik.
Malik: *pouts* You're mean, Rishi.
Aisling: Isn't he? Anyway, can someone please do the disclaimer for me? Onegai? *Sad puppy eyes*
Ryou: I suppose so. Aisling koi does not own YGO, but anything original is hers.
Aisling: Thanks Ry-chan! *hugs him* In other words, oh rabid lawyers, I no own. Bite me. Better yet, bite yourselves.
All: *Really big sweatdrop*
Aisling: And now, on with the fic!
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(Chapter five: Spirit To Spirit Talk)
"Bakura?" Yami asked uncertainly, not having quite caught what the other spirit had said.
"I never wanted it to go this far. I was only trying to make him stronger, so that no one would ever be able to take advantage of him," Bakura continued, still staring at the wall. "I called him weak, but he's always been the strong one, not me. I've hurt him so much."
"What exactly happened tonight, Bakura?" Yami asked, trying to get a straight answer out of him.
Bakura turned towards him sharply, startling him. The pain that shimmered in those dark mahogany eyes gave away the emotions that he tried to conceal behind a half-hearted smirk.
"What the hell do you think happened, Pharaoh?! Isn't it fricking obvious?! He wrote a damn suicide note and slit his wrists with a knife!" he practically yelled, tears still streaming down his face.
"Calm down, Bakura. Ryou will be fine," Yami said, trying to reason with the irate spirit.
"How can you be so sure?! Damn it, it's because of me that he could die. I don't want to lose him, I can't. I don't know what I'd do if I lost my Hikari," Bakura snapped, his voice faltering on the last part.
By now he had stood up and was pacing back and forth anxiously across the white tile floor. As he did so, the realization of what Bakura was trying to say struck Yami, and the former Pharaoh stared at him. The look on Yami's face could only be described as shocked disbelief.
"You love him, don't you?" Yami piped up incredulously after a few moments of stunned silence.
His words stopped Bakura dead in his tracks. His whole body stiffened, and he inhaled sharply, taken aback by Yami's observation. He didn't deny the statement, but he wouldn't meet that intense crimson gaze that was regarding him in silence, either. Instead, he merely nodded and sat down again.
"I love him more than anything," Bakura replied finally, his voice now a barely audible whisper.
Yami stared hard at Bakura for a long time, making the tomb robber decidedly uncomfortable, though he never would have admitted it, or at least not out loud, anyway. The former Pharaoh had a strange way about him of intimidating people that annoyed Bakura to no end, though he had no intention of letting Yami have the satisfaction of knowing that he could intimidate him.
"Then why do you constantly torment him?" Yami demanded finally.
Before Bakura could even have the chance to answer, though, the double doors at the other end of the waiting room swung open again, and a young woman wearing a white uniform approached them.
Her emerald green eyes were tired and had dark circles underneath them, seeming to give off the impression that she hadn't really slept for several nights, which was actually quite possible. A few strands of her bright red hair had fallen loose from the braid that she had it pulled back in, giving her an almost disheveled appearance. The expression on her face was nothing short of grim as she approached Bakura and Yami.
"You are the ones who brought Ryou Bakura in, am I right?" she inquired.
Bakura practically flew off the chair that he was sitting on at the mention of his Hikari's name, resisting the sudden urge to grab the woman by the lapels of her white coat, and demanded to know if Ryou was all right.
"How is he?" Bakura asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking, but to no avail.
"We've got him stabilized for now, but he's lost a lot of blood, three of his ribs on his left side are badly cracked, and there are several cuts on his wrists and back that appear to have been made by either glass or a knife blade, as well as several severe bruises. My main concern here, though, is that we need to find a donor with the same blood type now so we can give him a transfusion, otherwise, I'm afraid that we're going to lose him," she explained quietly, her gentle voice tinged with sadness.
Bakura shook his head in denial. *No, dear Ra, no. Please, don't take him from me,* he thought despairingly.
Suddenly he realized that the woman was speaking to them again. He turned back towards her, only to find her green eyes staring at him in obvious concern.
"Sir, are you all right?" she asked softly.
He nodded, brushing off her concern with an indifferent wave of his pale hand. "I'm fine. What were you saying?" he replied, trying desperately to keep his impatience in check and only managing to be partially successful.
"I was simply asking if either of you might know if you have the same blood type as Ryou," she repeated calmly.
The two spirits exchanged glances, and Yami merely offered a slight shrug. Bakura's dark eyes filled with determination as he looked back at the woman who stood there waiting silently for an answer.
"I don't know if mine is completely identical to Ryou's, but it's most likely a close enough match," Bakura answered finally.
She nodded. "Are you--? she started, only to be cut off in mid-sentence by the white-haired tomb robber.
"--His brother," Bakura said, offering the only excuse that he could think of at that very moment to explain his and Ryou's almost identical appearances. There was no way in the several Egyptian hells that he was even going to attempt to explain the whole Yami/Hikari thing to this woman.
The woman seemed to accept his answer, though. Some of the stress and worry faded from her green eyes, and she looked more than a little bit relieved.
"All right, follow me, then," the nurse replied.
Bakura hesitated for just a brief moment, casting a dubious glance back at Yami. The former Pharaoh gave him a reassuring smile, and it seemed to put Bakura just a little bit at ease. (A/N:Baku and Yami actually being civil to each other? Wow, the world's gonna end... 0__o)
"Go on, Bakura. I'll let Yugi and Seto know what's going on. Don't worry, Ryou will pull through this. Trust me," Yami assured the other spirit.
Bakura did not answer, but instead he merely nodded. Then he turned and followed the nurse, disappearing through the same set of double doors where Ryou had been taken, hoping to Ra and any other deity who might be listening to him that he would not be too late to save his Hikari. Yami merely watched him leave, contacting his own Aibou through their link as Bakura and the young woman disappeared from sight.
//Yugi?//
/Yami? What's happening? Have you heard anything about Ryou? Is he going to be all right?/
//Hold on, koi. One thing at a time. I'm sure Ryou will be all right. I need you both to come back to the waiting room and I'll explain everything.//
/All right, we'll be right there./
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To be continued...I know it's been *forever* since I've updated this. Blame my stupid classes. Grrr! Anyway, I really hope this was worth the wait. Please R&R!!! Please? Don't make me beg here. Don't flame me please. Well, ja ne! Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers for making this my most popular fic! *Huggles you*
*Ryou's Tenshi*