Soooo sorry I took so long to update! Major writers block, but finally got the ideas I was looking for so hope you all like it, please read and review, and of course... enjoy!!

Chapter 3 - A Way Out

Ryou buttoned up his jeans and pulled on a black shirt leaving it open and slowly made his way downstairs, walking on his tiptoes to make each step silent. He eventually got to the bottom of the stairs and unknowing to him, deep purple eyes were watching his every move from their room.

The white haired teen crept passed Bakura and Marik who were still sprawled over one another, sleeping peacefully, their breaths deep and slow. The handle on the front door creaked as Ryou turned it and slipped out into the early hours of the morning. The warm breeze wrapping around his body.

Back at the house Malik had seen Ryou leave and knew exactly where he was going, the same place he always goes when something's on his mind, the same place where he had controlled Joey a couple of years back... the harbour.

Malik wanted to go after him, but he knew too well that Ryou would want to be alone right now. The blonde quietly stood up and went over to his window and glared out into the night, "I'll just let Bakura know where he is..." he whispered to himself and stepped through his bedroom door down to Bakura and Marik.

Ryou walked with his hands in his pockets and head down. The soft wind blowing his hair freely across his face, covering his eyes as he went.

The night was calm and the streets were empty on the way to the harbour, but an eerie feeling hung over Ryou like he was being followed. He picked up his pace slightly, looking over his shoulder every now and then.

He soon came to the harbour and he walked down the small jetty, which stretched out above the calm sea. The teen sat down on the edge of the jetty, letting his legs hang over as the light mist of the sea gently hit him, making his skin have a slight glow in the moon light.

Ryou hated the thoughts going through his mind, the images and screams still painted on his eyes and no matter how hard he tried to rub them out, the pictures became clearer and the sounds louder.

He put his head in his hands, shutting his eyes hard as the guilt continued to glide over him, sinking deep into his mind and soul, the hate he now felt towards himself getting stronger by the second.

"Why didn't I help her?" Ryou asked himself quietly, "she's dead because of me..." he bit his lip in thought, clamping his eyes shut.

Flashback

Kneeling down on the glass-covered floor, her knees and legs badly cut was a black haired woman, clutching a toddler about 3 or 4 years old. The child's eyes were wide open and only when Ryou noticed that there was no colour or pupil did he realise the child was dead.

Oh my Ra...

Ryou what is it? Ryou slapped a hand over his mouth in shock; a single tear dripped from his eye and fell to the floor.

There were two men, both hooded and cloaked, one with a knife the other with a metal pole, and the two wore a similar smirk of satisfaction.

"Please! Don't... SOMEONE HE-" the woman was cut off by the man on the right smacking her across the head with the pole, knocking her down on all fours.

The woman's body jerked as she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Flashback Finish

"Argh!" Ryou gasped in pain as his eyes shot open, his breathing pattern very uneven from the vision he had just seen. "Why won't I forget about it?!" he shouted at himself.

Chocolate eyes gazed at Ryou from a distance, white bangs blowing carelessly across his face as he watched his light with concern. Bakura came from around the corner of the small building and began to make his way over to Ryou, his movements silent and unnoticeable.

"I know your there Baku..." Ryou said softly not turning round to look at his dark, tears running down his cheeks.

Bakura froze a couple of feet behind him, tilting his head slightly in confusion, "You've never seen me coming before Ryou-koi..." he said smiling softly as he walked over to him and sat to his side, straight away pulling his light closer.

"Yeah well..." Ryou replied lazily, his voice seeming somewhat different.

"Ryou what's wrong?" Bakura asked as he put his arm round said teen's shoulders.

"What's wrong? Someone's dead because of me... it's my fault," more tears began to flow down his cheeks like a tiny river of sorrow and guilt.

"It's not your fault, what could you do? If you helped her they could've well killed you too..." the Yami took his light in his arms in a loving embrace.

Ryou's body tensed as he didn't return the affection to his other half, "I'm sorry Bakura... can we go home please?" he asked softly as the tears finally halted.

The white haired Yami removed his hold on Ryou, feeling rejected and hurt, his eyes almost filling up with tears of his own, but he nodded none the less, "Of course Ryou-koi..." he said wiping his eyes as he stood up, bringing Ryou with him.

Bakura and Ryou walked in silence back to their home, the occasional rustle of the trees being the only sound around them.

Bakura walked slowly along side his light, every now and then glancing over at him and seeing the sad expression printed on his face, his eyes not showing their usual glow of energy and happiness. But instead they showed hurt and pain, suffering. A sight Bakura had hoped he would never have to see again.

The young light shuddered slightly crossing his arms as he went. His head lowered to stare at the cold wet floor, deep in thought as he turned the corner to his house.

I just want to kill myself... I don't deserve to live... Ryou thought to himself, not realising he had thought it through the mind link.

Instantly Bakura took hold of Ryou's hand and looked at him directly in the eyes, "Please tell me you didn't mean that Ryou-kun..." his voice was no longer strong and bold, but merely a whisper in Ryou's ears.

"I don't know Bakura-koi... maybe I did mean it..." Ryou pulled his hand back and sighed heavily.

"Ryou you're not being yourself anymore," the worried dark replied.

"I don't want to talk about it Kura..." Ryou sighed again and walked off ahead of Bakura, and straight into the house where he was greeted by Malik and Marik.

"RYOU!" they both shouted together.

"Oh my god I was so worried!" Marik said happily giving Ryou a hug, ignoring the fact that Ryou didn't hug him back.

"Yeah, you should have seen him pacing, but anyways Ryou, you alright?" Malik asked with a beaming smile across his face.

The said teen nodded slightly, "Fine..." he said as he wriggled out of Marik's grip, and walked slowly upstairs, no one noticing that he picked up Bakura's penknife on his way.

Within seconds of this, Bakura came through the front door a saddened look on his face as he shut the front door behind him.

"Kura what's wrong?" Malik asked hugging said dark around the waist.

"Ryou basically said he wanted to kill himself..." Bakura replied softly, almost in tears as he hugged the young light back.

"WHAT?!" Marik said suddenly his eyes widening.

"Shhhh!" Malik hushed his dark to lower his voice.

Malik let go of Bakura and Marik stepped forward taking his hand, leading him over to the sofa and sat him down.

"What happened?" the other Yami asked.

Bakura sighed heavily before answering as he watched Malik perch on the chair opposite him, "We... were walking back home from the harbour and-"

"The harbour?!" Marik butted in.

"Marik shut up! Let him speak!" Malik pouted at his Yami.

"Anyway... we were walking back, neither one of us speaking and he thought something, and didn't realise he had said it through our mind link..." the white haired dark sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"What did he say... well, think?" Marik asked softly.

"He said, I just want to kill myself... I don't deserve to live... then I asked him if he really meant it and he replied with, I don't know Bakura- koi... maybe I did mean it... and that was it..." he put his head in his hands taking deep breaths.

"It'll be ok Kura..." Marik cooed, putting his arm round his fellow dark.

"No... No it won't. He's acting different, way to different and I think he might actually try to do it... all this about that stupid woman is messing up his head..." Bakura cursed himself, "...It's my fault anyway, I let him go alone, if I went with him then he wouldn't have gone through that fucking alley and saw all that shit!" he stood up suddenly and went over to the window, staring outside into nothingness.

"Malik go check on Ryou..." Marik whispered and his light went off to said teen's room.

"Bakura don't go blaming all of this on yourself... it's no one's fault," Marik said calmly, walking over to Bakura, wrapping his arms round his waist from behind and resting his head on the other Yami's shoulder. "Things like that just happen... no one means them too... and I'm sure Ryou- kun will be better sooner than you think."

Meanwhile, upstairs Ryou was sitting on the edge of his bed, Bakura's penknife tight in his grip, already stained with crimson blood from the straight cut that was now up the inside of his left arm.

"Why was it me? Why did I have to see it... it's my fault... all my fault..." he muttered to himself, his hands shaking violently, not knowing Malik was sitting outside the door listening to every word.

"She's dead... she shouldn't be... why did I have to see it?" Ryou continued to ask himself questions and put himself down more and more as he held the blade to his wrist, his whole body shaking from the stampede of emotion racing through him, and he knew he no longer had control over them. "I hate myself! I deserve to die!"

Outside, Malik was listening and growing more concerned. The worried light stumbled to his feet and ran downstairs.

"Bakura! Bakura!" Malik called as he ran down the stairs and into the living room, grabbing said dark's hand and pulling him to the staircase.

"Malik what's wrong?" asked Marik following close behind.

"It's Ryou, he's in his room talking to himself... saying he deserves to die..." the young light replied with a very worried expression oh his face.

Bakura's eye's widened and he knew straight away what Ryou was thinking about doing to himself, he pulled his hand away from Malik, sprinting straight upstairs to his love's room.

"Ryou open this door now!" Bakura ordered twisting the handle from left to right.

Inside the room, Ryou's possessed glare shot upward and stared at the door, tears flowing down his cheeks as a waterfall of emotion.

"NO!" the light shouted back, the blade still pressed against his pale, shaking wrist.

"Ryou please! Don't do anything stupid... please open the door..." Bakura begged putting his hand flat up against the door.

Marik's eye's widened and he spun round to Malik, "Pick the lock... now!" he said, more of an order, but Malik nodded his head quickly and ran to the room next door. Soon coming back with an un-folded paperclip and instantly shoved it into the lock in an attempt to open the door.

Ryou heard the tiny clicks and turns of the paperclip, "Don't you dare pick that lock Bakura!"

"It's me not Bakura..." Malik replied, biting his lip in concentration.

Bakura didn't move his hand from the door, his eyes filling up with tears, "Please Ryou... don't do anything you'll regret..."

"I don't plan on regretting it Baku... I've got your penknife in here and I'm about to slit my wrists!" Ryou screamed back, tears streaming down his face, fear, anger, hate, guilt galloping through his mind and body.

Both Bakura and Marik shot their stare over their shoulders at the small table at the end of the stairs, both of them seeing the penknife was no longer there.

"Malik hurry the fuck up," Marik hissed to his light, who replied by nodding his head and turning the paperclip again.

"Ryou-koi please! Don't do it... please! For Ra's sake don't!" Bakura pleaded hitting the door with his fist.

"Why not? Someone is dead because of me! The only way I can stop feeling so guilty is if I'm dead myself!"

"Why? Because I need you Ryou! You die then I die Ryou... and you know that!" Bakura shouted back, tears now running down his cheeks.

"Done it!" Malik called randomly and he twisted the handle, the door swinging open. Revealing Ryou sitting on his bed, a bloody arm and like he said, the knife to his wrist. Bakura instantly went into the room stopping as soon as his eyes locked onto his crying light. "Ryou... give me the knife..." he said calmly, his voice shaking from fear and worry.

The said teen shook his head and crawled back on the bed, pressing the blade harder to his skin, but still not cutting through.

"Ryou-koi... please... don't do it, I need you..."

"That's all you care about! You don't want me here for me, you only want me here so you'll be ok!" Ryou broke down into more tears as he reformed his grip on the handle, ready to cut...

Dum dum dummmmmm!! Hehehe, evil place to end this chapter ne? But I hope you liked it and I promise I won't take as long as I did to update again.

R&R

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