Heya, back with the next chapter but I'm affraid the one after this might not come so quick because I have to finish the other one for Tortured....

But anyway, hope you like it

Translations:

Daijobu desu - it's ok

Nani - what

Iie - no

Hai – yes

Chapter 2 – Guilt

Bakura paced backwards and forwards with worry, left to right, right to left, and Marik and Malik both watching him, filled with concern.

"Is he answering?" Marik asked.

"No!" the frustrated dark shouted, not controlling his emotions very well.

"Calm down Bakura-sama... I'm sure Ryou-chan is just fine," Malik said softly and he wrapped his arms round Bakura's waist to comfort him.

Bakura tensed as he returned the embrace to Malik, "I should've never let him go alone at this hour... if something's happened to him I'd kill myself..." he muttered under his breath, running his hand through Malik's hair, he responded with a soft purr.

"He's fine Kura-chan, I promise Ryou will be back any second now and you'll see that he's just fine," Marik said reassuringly to his fellow dark.

"Maybe... I'm going outside to wait for him..." and at that the worried Bakura stepped out the front door and out onto the street, waiting for his love to return.

Ryou ran as fast as he could through the winding alley way back to the house, a new tear falling from his eyes every now and then, he had left the bag with the food back where Aiyko was. He could still hear the woman screaming and even though he knew it was only in his head, the sound of Aiyko's death seamed real.

The white haired teen sprinted round the last corner and the house was in his sight, as well as Bakura.

"Bakura!" Ryou yelled and he flung his arms round his Yami in a tight embrace, his eyes bursting into tears like a fallen dam.

"Oh thank Ra your ok!" Bakura cooed and picked up Ryou in his arms, holding him close as the light buried his head into his thick white locks.

"Bakura it was horrible! So horrible! I wanted to help her but I couldn't! And the child! Now she's dead! I'm so sorry!" Ryou cried harder, speaking very fast as Bakura carried him into the house, greeted by their very worried friends.

"Ryou your ok..." Malik whispered, but seeing the tears flow down his cheeks soon changed his mind that the young light was anything but ok.

Bakura sat down on the couch and clutched his light tightly, whispering words of love and comfort into his ear. "Now Ryou... what happened out there? You never answered me, I haven't been that worried in all my life."

"I... I'm sorry Bakura-sama, I didn't mean to worry you... But what I saw shocked me... and its all my fault she's dead!" the angel's voice trailed off as he cried, trying his utter hardest to block the murderous images from his youthful and fragile mind.

"Dead? Who's dead? Ryou this could be serious!" Marik leaned forward on the chair and pulled Malik towards him

"I... I..."

"It's ok Ryou, take as long as you need..." Bakura whispered, gently stroking his fingers through Ryou's hair to comfort him.

"I... saw a woman in the alley..." he muttered, "a...and there were two men... beating and hurting her... she was called A... Aiyko and she had a dead child in her arms..." Ryou bit his lip to hold back even more tears.

Bakura's eyes widened as he listened closely to his light, sympathy and sorrow growing on him.

"T...then the man, Josuke... h... he hit her really hard and then s... she saw me and asked for my help... but I just couldn't... and they killed her, it's all my fault!" Ryou shouted out the last few words, breaking down into more tears, clinging tightly to his Yami.

"Nani?" Marik swallowed hard.

"Shhhh... Daijobu desu Ryou-kun... Daijobu desu..." Bakura could feel his own eyes begin to fill up; the thought of his Ryou having to see someone's death killed him inside.

Tears continued to run down Ryou's face like a tiny river of sorrow and pain. The screams still haunted his mind, the guilt he felt getting stronger within him.

"It's all my fault! She's dead because of me!" Ryou shouted his voice muffled from being buried by Bakura's shirt.

"Iie Ryou-kun... it's not your fault... you could've died if you tried anything," Malik said softly as he crawled along the floor to the couch, and he took Ryou's shaking hand in his.

"B... but at least she would've lived! And the child..."

"The child was already dead Ryou-chan... Even if you did help, nothing could've been done about that..." Marik said a very sympathetic glint in his eyes as he spoke, and then looked over at the silent Bakura, his chocolate eyes clamped shut, but tears still managed to escape and fall down his pale face.

Ryou quickly placed a soft kiss on Bakura's lips before climbing off of him.

"R... where are you going?" the dark asked wiping his eyes.

"I'm... going to bed..." he replied and Bakura stood up, "... alone..." Ryou added and walked upstairs to his room, locking the door behind him.

"Malik... go on..." Marik nodded in a gesture for Malik to go see if he could clam down the traumatised light. Taking the signal Malik left the room after Ryou.

Ryou sat against the wall opposite the window in his room, crying, as he hugged his knees close to his body. The guilt getting stronger and stronger inside of him, and still her screams remained, imbedded in his mind.

The silver moon shone beams of pure light through the window onto Ryou's pale face, tinted like early spring still clinging to winters chill. His sun-kissed brown eyes didn't hold their usual glow of purity and love, they were now dull and lifeless, and the pain and guiltiness clearly visible as the river of sorrow flowed down his cheeks.

"I wanted to help...," he whispered silently to himself, but his words soon halted as a slight tapping began on his door.

"Ryou-chan... Can I come in?" Malik's soft innocent voice asked from outside the room.

"No Malik... I want to be alone..."

"But... being alone when something like this has gone on... I'm sure you could use some company..." Malik continued to persuade Ryou to let him in.

"Maybe... but still... I want to sleep anyway... good night Malik-chan," Ryou ushered quickly as he stumbled onto his bed, lying on his front.

"Good night... Ryou-kun..." Malik trailed off as he stood up and slipped into his own room next door.

Ryou rested for a while, wishing he had Bakura to snuggle up against like he always did. Craving his tender voice, his words of love, and the warmth of his touch against his skin.

"I'm sorry Aiyko..." he murmured to himself as he drifted into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile downstairs Marik and Bakura had both fallen asleep in each others comforting arms, and where tears had fallen, were still visible on Bakura's soft, pale cheeks as he lay dreaming in Marik's arms.

"No... Please! Leave her alone!" Ryou tossed and turned in his sleep, biting his lips from the terrible images he was seeing in the nightmare, "Please!" he shouted again in his sleep. Then suddenly he froze, no sound, no movement, the only thing to show the pain Ryou was feeling was his grip on the sheets, his knuckles white from the force he was using. The angel's breath picked up, became irregular, quick and uneven, his grip increased, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"NOOOO!" Ryou sat up instantly, extremely out of breath, and the back of his neck dripping with sweat.

He cursed himself as he layback down and tried to get back to sleep... but to no avail he was too awake, and his mind filled with too much emotion. His head stung violently as he clamped his eyes shut.

Flashback

"N... no..." she whispered and looked up at him to see him raising the knife, "For god's sake help me!" she screamed ragging her hair from his grip and looking directly at Ryou, "PLEASE HE- AHHHHHHHH!"

Her cry for help was cut short from Josuke stabbing her several times in the chest, blood oozing everywhere as he continued to lash out onto the screaming woman, her body jerking every time the blade was thrust in and out of her.

Ryou watched everything in silence; he looked at Aiyko in the eyes and watched them roll back into her head.

Flashback Finish

The white haired teen's eyes shot open again, his mind still plagued with pictures he'd kill to get rid of.

He rubbed his eyes harshly, letting out a depressed sigh, "It was all my fault..." he said quietly to no one but himself and the up most guilt he had ever felt came rushing to him, filling every corner of his mind, infecting his thoughts with blame and hate towards himself.

"It was my fault..."

Finished.... that was a bit long hehehe, oh well

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