The Caged Rose
Disclaimer: I currently own more than a nickle, but not enough to buy YGO... yet. _ _
Pairings: Malik/Ryou, Bakura/Marik. Some others later on.
Warnings/Other: Yaoi, Yuri, angst, school-fic, maybe some OOC, completely disreguards story line.
Summary: Ryou is a depressed yet caring loner who just wants some love. Malik is a popular, 'egotistical' honours student. Malik has a secret crush on Ryou, whose trust is literally impossible to gain. The rest is up to fate when they bump into eachother in the halls. YAOI, YURI.
Princess of Mirrors: I based the scene with the teacher off something that happened to me last year. -_-; Eventually I had enough of the 'You may not respond' stuff so I up and left the classroom *Heh* Truth is, she actually was that one-sided...
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Leaning back into the embrace of his love, Bakura, Marik Ishtar flipped off the TV switch for his room and simply sat relaxed in Bakura's arms atop his bed. A quick glance at his watch revealed the time to be 4:45pm. Malik should have been home by now, but he didn't really pay much attention to it. After all, he and Bakura had the whole afternoon to spend together, what could take that away? If only he knew.
The two didn't carry on a conversation of any kind, but words weren't needed at this point in their relationship. The very atmosphere surrounding them was one of peace and trust. Both were content with just being in eachother's presence and relaxing. Marik had just grasped a lock of Bakura's snowy hair in his hand when their peace was shattered by the bothersome and inopportune ringing of the house phone.
Marik was the first to reach the phone, "Yes?" He listened for a few minutes to whoever it was on the other end; he hadn't cared enough to pay attention to the name. Bakura watched from his shadowy perch on the mattress with curiosity as Marik's eyes widened in what appeared to be horrified shock. "...I'll be right there."
"Who was that?" Bakura asked upon seeing the look of repressed concern in Marik's eyes.
Marik set the cordless phone down on the shelf he had picked it up from. "Malik's in the hospital."
//
Ryou sighed as he delicately sat on the edge of Malik's hospital bed. The crash was all his fault. He just /had/ to open up his mouth and say those ill-fated words... 'You like me, is that it? You have a crush on me or something?' Damnit! Ryou slid further onto the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, supporting his head with his hands. Eyes closed, he began cursing his stupidity. Malik was hurting because of him, and not just physically, but emotionally as well.
Without notice, tears formed in Ryou's eyes. The scenario was all too familiar to him. He had been told many a time by his father that his mother and sister died in a car crash. According to the story, Amane had just celebrated her fourteenth birthday a few hours before the fatal crash which took her life. He hardly recalled the memory. And now, as Ryou glanced over to the face of Malik contorted with pain, he couldn't help but allow a single tear to roll down his cheek. He didn't want Malik to die.
"...Malik?"
Ryou looked up to the doorway, not recognizing the voice that had spoken. He had to think for a moment at first, but then he realized how obvious the person's identity was. Clothed in a loose violet tank-top and black khakis, Marik Ishtar stood in the doorway, Bakura behind him. Quickly, the older of the two Ishtar brothers was at the younger's bedside, a frown on his face.
"What happened?" Marik asked Ryou in an undertone.
Ryou was silent for a long time. "...There was a car crash." His voice was low and shaky as he spoke.
Marik's eyes drifted towards the shaking form of his little brother. "And you were not injured?"
A mild shake of the head. "The car that hit us hit the driver's side... I got a couple bruises and cuts, but nothing too serious..."
"Hn."
"Marik... I'm sorry."
Said Egyptian didn't even bother to glance in Ryou's direction. His response was a silent one, no words even being vocalized. The silence bit at Ryou's barriers.
"I didn't mean for him to crash."
"..."
"The light was on our side..."
"..."
"The doctor said-"
Before he had a chance to react, Marik had spun around on his heel and grabbed Ryou by the collar of his shirt. The look of pure malice in those mysterious violet orbs sent an arrow directly through all the walls Ryou had set up around himself, and pierced right into his heart. Fear replaced the look of concern in the British youth's chocolate orbs as Marik shook his slight figure. "I don't give a fuck what the doctor said right now," Marik spat, "What did you say to my brother?"
"I asked him..." Ryou trailed off, unsure of himself while under the steady glare of Marik Ishtar.
"What did you ask him?!"
And that's when it happened. The barricades Ryou had spent most of his sixteen years building up came crashing down into the sea of his existance. Ryou's large eyes tried to avoid looking Marik in the face.
Marik was about to slam the small silver-haired boy into the wall when a hand set itself on his shoulder. He glanced back into the blank face of Bakura. His grip went lax.
"That's really enough, Marik. Let the kid go."
With a half-hearted glare, Marik removed his fingers from Ryou's collar and shoved back lightly. Bakura's gaze was dissaproving as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall opposite Malik's bed.
An uncomfortable silence seeped into the room as the clock ticked the seconds by. Ryou had since moved to sit by the window, his knees drawn into his chest. He made sure to keep considerable distance between himself and Marik, and didn't dare look up from his shoes. Every now and then, a lone tear would streak down his face, and he would wipe it away almost as if he were hoping the removal of the tear from his cheek would take away the pain inside his heart.
A knock on the door brought everyone's head up save for Malik, who had apparently drifted back into unconsciousness. A man clad in a long white doctor's coat carrying a clipboard came into the room, and Bakura's ever- watchful eye caught sight of a second hospital bed waiting outside the room. Three nurses, each with a matching sea-green shirt, were standing around the head of the gurney.
"Marik Ishtar?" Asked the doctor, glancing over the three boys in the room. When Marik responded with a grunt and nod, the doctor continued. "We're going to take your brother into surgery to repair his internal injuries. He should be back to normal once he recovers from the surgery."
Marik cast a protective glance to his little brother's form and nodded. "Do as you must."
* * *
Four hours later, Marik had taken refuge in Bakura's arms. He was far too worried to attempt even a wink of sleep while the doctors and nursing staff did who-knows-what to Malik in the operating room. Bakura had been sitting on the tiled floor, against the wall, then Marik came to him for emotional support. Ryou was still sitting on the windowsil, only now his eyes were bursting with concern and worry.
"He'd better be back to normal once this is over." Marik said, aiming the harsh tone in his voice at the petite silver-haired boy in the corner.
Ryou didn't have the courage to look up into those hateful eyes. Instead, he remained silent and returned to staring out the window. Sighing, he began to run over the events of the past few days in his mind. His first time meeting Malik face to face, the spiteful way he had communicated, the late-night phone call, him cutting class only to end up in Malik's car, the rain, and, finally, his bedamned words. The cursed fourteen words that brought him so much trouble, and so much pain.
Toxic silence resumed its' place among the three. Bakura began lightly tapping his foot, just to rid himself of the feeling that if someone didn't make a noise of some kind, the silence would devour them all alive. His eyes had almost begun to slide shut when the door to room number 304 swung open, and a teary-eyed nurse burst inside.
Marik was the first to look up, and once his eyes locked with the nurse's, he jumped out of Bakura's lap and glared at her, an unspoken question hovering behind his thin lips. Ryou glanced up from the corner hesitantly, slowly standing to his feet as he began preparing himself for the worst.
"The surgery went well..." the nurse stuttered, "But he isn't doing as well..."
In the few shocked moments that followed the blonde woman's statement, Ryou froze. His eyes glazed over as a memory suddenly returned to him.
(--Flashback)
It was a cold, rainy night as the blue SUV sped down the freeway. The driver was a young woman, undoubtedly not a day over twenty-five. Her children, seven-year-old Ryou and fourteen-year-old Amane were in the backseat. Amane had her headphones placed over her ears, the lyrics to her favourite song off a CD she had gotten for her birthday playing over and over while on repeat. Ryou, too young to fully understand the fascination Amane had with her music, gently reached over and tapped his older sister on the arm. Amane glanced to him, her sparkly jade eyes crinkling into a smile. Putting her CD on pause, she removed the headphones and sat them down beside her. "What's up, Ry?"
"Whassat?" He asked, pointing at the CD player.
She laughed and handed it to him, "It plays my music for me when I'm not at home."
Large, innocent eyes widened in amazement. "Does it still work when you're home?"
"Yup," Amane replied, "It'll work wherever I take it, as long as it has batteries inside."
"I want one of those!"
"I'll getcha one when you find someone who plays music that you like. That way, you can listen to them sing whenever you want to."
Mrs. Bakura turned around momentarily to smile at her son and daughter. Unlike most siblings she had seen with such a large age gap, Ryou and Amane got along perfectly fine. In her joy sprouting from the close relationship her children had, she failed to see the 18-wheeler speeding in their direction. Her eyes widened when Amane suddenly gasped and pointed out the front window.
"Oh my God, Mom, turn around!"
Their mother turned around just in time to be blinded by the bright lights of the truck. Screams echoed throughout the section of freeway they were on as the truck's horn blared in their ears. The last thing Ryou could remember from that night was the screeching of tires, the pained shouts from his mother and sister, and the horrible silence that followed.
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When he awoke the next morning in his bedroom at home, he couldn't help but get the feeling something was not right. He hopped out of bed, suprised to find himself in the same clothes he had worn the previous day. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase, he saw his father hunched over the telephone, shaking his head from side to side far too slowly for Ryou's liking.
"Daddy? What's wrong? Where's Mom and Amane?"
"Ry," Mr. Bakura started, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Of course I do. A truck hit our car." Ryou replied as he was hoisted onto his father's lap.
A sigh. "And do you remember what happened to your mother and sister?"
The child shook his head, "No,"
"They're not going to be coming home," he said to his white-haired son, "Things are going to be a lot different from now on. I won't be home as much anymore. You're going to have to learn to take care of yourself."
Ryou's eyes widened, "Will you be coming home?"
"I don't think so."
"But Daddy-"
Mr. Bakura grabbed his coat and slipped on a pair of shoes. "I've got to be going now." He motioned to open the door.
"But-"
The door closed behind Mr. Bakura with a soft 'click,' and he was gone.
(--End Flashback)
Ryou sank to the floor beside Malik's empty hospital bed, clutching his silky white hair in his hands. "This can't be happening... Not again... Please, God, not again..."
"Sirs, the doctors have made an exception. You may visit Mr. Ishtar," the nurse dared to speak again once the frail-looking pale boy in the corner had stopped shaking.
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The door to Malik's new hospital room was the most depressing thing Ryou had come across. The lights were dimmed, and Malik's still figure was paler than any of the trio had ever seen. His eyes were gently closed; it was a suprise a resperator wasn't doing the breathing for him. Marik's eyes went as wide as they could when he saw the utterly breakable state his little brother was in. His knees faltered, but luckily Bakura was standing behind him and managed to catch the slightly shorter Egyptian before he fell.
Ryou, on the other hand, was having a much worse reaction. He stood, staring unfocusedly at Malik's form, his eyes even duller and more haunting and empty than usual. Sanity was a fragile thing for him to tamper with right now, as he brushed past Bakura and Marik and knelt down beside Malik's bed.
"Malik?"
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"Please open your eyes..."
...
"Malik, please don't die..."
Ryou reached out and grabbed Malik's limp hand. He smoothed out the marks in the palm of Malik's hand and held the other's hand against his cheek. A tear spilled out of Ryou's eyes, from the very depths of his soul. The tear trickled through the spaces between the deeply tanned yet pale fingers. Quietly, Ryou began crying into Malik's hand, flashes of jealousy crossing his mind every time he heard Bakura talking to Marik. Ryou wanted that same kind of support that only a loved one could give.
He turned back to Malik. "I'll do anything... Please, just don't die..."
//
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Everything was spinning. He could hear a voice begging him not to slip into the black void of no return, but the name of the person who was speaking hovered just outside his recollection at the time being. A dull thud of a headache was forming in the back of his head. He lay in bed, shoulder- length hair slightly ruffled against the sheets. His eyes flinched, but then slowly opened to a new awakening after his unconscious state. His hand was held as he eased his senses into awareness, and opened his eyes ever-so- slightly to look beside him to see who it was. The hospital lights blinded him momentarily, but then he turned his head to the right, past the white sheets to where the figure was. The face was of Ryou's as he clenched on tightly to Malik's hand.
"R-Ryou? What're... you doing... here?"
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Shori: I just have one thing to say.
Bakura: What's that?
Shori: ... *Giggles* ¿Como yo Corn Flakes?
Bakura: ...o.O;
Shori: ^__^ Since I feel like being lazy the review counter ain't gonna be back this chapter... But yes, Tia, you still need to review because I'm nice and give you spoilers. D
x Shori
Disclaimer: I currently own more than a nickle, but not enough to buy YGO... yet. _ _
Pairings: Malik/Ryou, Bakura/Marik. Some others later on.
Warnings/Other: Yaoi, Yuri, angst, school-fic, maybe some OOC, completely disreguards story line.
Summary: Ryou is a depressed yet caring loner who just wants some love. Malik is a popular, 'egotistical' honours student. Malik has a secret crush on Ryou, whose trust is literally impossible to gain. The rest is up to fate when they bump into eachother in the halls. YAOI, YURI.
Princess of Mirrors: I based the scene with the teacher off something that happened to me last year. -_-; Eventually I had enough of the 'You may not respond' stuff so I up and left the classroom *Heh* Truth is, she actually was that one-sided...
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Leaning back into the embrace of his love, Bakura, Marik Ishtar flipped off the TV switch for his room and simply sat relaxed in Bakura's arms atop his bed. A quick glance at his watch revealed the time to be 4:45pm. Malik should have been home by now, but he didn't really pay much attention to it. After all, he and Bakura had the whole afternoon to spend together, what could take that away? If only he knew.
The two didn't carry on a conversation of any kind, but words weren't needed at this point in their relationship. The very atmosphere surrounding them was one of peace and trust. Both were content with just being in eachother's presence and relaxing. Marik had just grasped a lock of Bakura's snowy hair in his hand when their peace was shattered by the bothersome and inopportune ringing of the house phone.
Marik was the first to reach the phone, "Yes?" He listened for a few minutes to whoever it was on the other end; he hadn't cared enough to pay attention to the name. Bakura watched from his shadowy perch on the mattress with curiosity as Marik's eyes widened in what appeared to be horrified shock. "...I'll be right there."
"Who was that?" Bakura asked upon seeing the look of repressed concern in Marik's eyes.
Marik set the cordless phone down on the shelf he had picked it up from. "Malik's in the hospital."
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Ryou sighed as he delicately sat on the edge of Malik's hospital bed. The crash was all his fault. He just /had/ to open up his mouth and say those ill-fated words... 'You like me, is that it? You have a crush on me or something?' Damnit! Ryou slid further onto the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, supporting his head with his hands. Eyes closed, he began cursing his stupidity. Malik was hurting because of him, and not just physically, but emotionally as well.
Without notice, tears formed in Ryou's eyes. The scenario was all too familiar to him. He had been told many a time by his father that his mother and sister died in a car crash. According to the story, Amane had just celebrated her fourteenth birthday a few hours before the fatal crash which took her life. He hardly recalled the memory. And now, as Ryou glanced over to the face of Malik contorted with pain, he couldn't help but allow a single tear to roll down his cheek. He didn't want Malik to die.
"...Malik?"
Ryou looked up to the doorway, not recognizing the voice that had spoken. He had to think for a moment at first, but then he realized how obvious the person's identity was. Clothed in a loose violet tank-top and black khakis, Marik Ishtar stood in the doorway, Bakura behind him. Quickly, the older of the two Ishtar brothers was at the younger's bedside, a frown on his face.
"What happened?" Marik asked Ryou in an undertone.
Ryou was silent for a long time. "...There was a car crash." His voice was low and shaky as he spoke.
Marik's eyes drifted towards the shaking form of his little brother. "And you were not injured?"
A mild shake of the head. "The car that hit us hit the driver's side... I got a couple bruises and cuts, but nothing too serious..."
"Hn."
"Marik... I'm sorry."
Said Egyptian didn't even bother to glance in Ryou's direction. His response was a silent one, no words even being vocalized. The silence bit at Ryou's barriers.
"I didn't mean for him to crash."
"..."
"The light was on our side..."
"..."
"The doctor said-"
Before he had a chance to react, Marik had spun around on his heel and grabbed Ryou by the collar of his shirt. The look of pure malice in those mysterious violet orbs sent an arrow directly through all the walls Ryou had set up around himself, and pierced right into his heart. Fear replaced the look of concern in the British youth's chocolate orbs as Marik shook his slight figure. "I don't give a fuck what the doctor said right now," Marik spat, "What did you say to my brother?"
"I asked him..." Ryou trailed off, unsure of himself while under the steady glare of Marik Ishtar.
"What did you ask him?!"
And that's when it happened. The barricades Ryou had spent most of his sixteen years building up came crashing down into the sea of his existance. Ryou's large eyes tried to avoid looking Marik in the face.
Marik was about to slam the small silver-haired boy into the wall when a hand set itself on his shoulder. He glanced back into the blank face of Bakura. His grip went lax.
"That's really enough, Marik. Let the kid go."
With a half-hearted glare, Marik removed his fingers from Ryou's collar and shoved back lightly. Bakura's gaze was dissaproving as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall opposite Malik's bed.
An uncomfortable silence seeped into the room as the clock ticked the seconds by. Ryou had since moved to sit by the window, his knees drawn into his chest. He made sure to keep considerable distance between himself and Marik, and didn't dare look up from his shoes. Every now and then, a lone tear would streak down his face, and he would wipe it away almost as if he were hoping the removal of the tear from his cheek would take away the pain inside his heart.
A knock on the door brought everyone's head up save for Malik, who had apparently drifted back into unconsciousness. A man clad in a long white doctor's coat carrying a clipboard came into the room, and Bakura's ever- watchful eye caught sight of a second hospital bed waiting outside the room. Three nurses, each with a matching sea-green shirt, were standing around the head of the gurney.
"Marik Ishtar?" Asked the doctor, glancing over the three boys in the room. When Marik responded with a grunt and nod, the doctor continued. "We're going to take your brother into surgery to repair his internal injuries. He should be back to normal once he recovers from the surgery."
Marik cast a protective glance to his little brother's form and nodded. "Do as you must."
* * *
Four hours later, Marik had taken refuge in Bakura's arms. He was far too worried to attempt even a wink of sleep while the doctors and nursing staff did who-knows-what to Malik in the operating room. Bakura had been sitting on the tiled floor, against the wall, then Marik came to him for emotional support. Ryou was still sitting on the windowsil, only now his eyes were bursting with concern and worry.
"He'd better be back to normal once this is over." Marik said, aiming the harsh tone in his voice at the petite silver-haired boy in the corner.
Ryou didn't have the courage to look up into those hateful eyes. Instead, he remained silent and returned to staring out the window. Sighing, he began to run over the events of the past few days in his mind. His first time meeting Malik face to face, the spiteful way he had communicated, the late-night phone call, him cutting class only to end up in Malik's car, the rain, and, finally, his bedamned words. The cursed fourteen words that brought him so much trouble, and so much pain.
Toxic silence resumed its' place among the three. Bakura began lightly tapping his foot, just to rid himself of the feeling that if someone didn't make a noise of some kind, the silence would devour them all alive. His eyes had almost begun to slide shut when the door to room number 304 swung open, and a teary-eyed nurse burst inside.
Marik was the first to look up, and once his eyes locked with the nurse's, he jumped out of Bakura's lap and glared at her, an unspoken question hovering behind his thin lips. Ryou glanced up from the corner hesitantly, slowly standing to his feet as he began preparing himself for the worst.
"The surgery went well..." the nurse stuttered, "But he isn't doing as well..."
In the few shocked moments that followed the blonde woman's statement, Ryou froze. His eyes glazed over as a memory suddenly returned to him.
(--Flashback)
It was a cold, rainy night as the blue SUV sped down the freeway. The driver was a young woman, undoubtedly not a day over twenty-five. Her children, seven-year-old Ryou and fourteen-year-old Amane were in the backseat. Amane had her headphones placed over her ears, the lyrics to her favourite song off a CD she had gotten for her birthday playing over and over while on repeat. Ryou, too young to fully understand the fascination Amane had with her music, gently reached over and tapped his older sister on the arm. Amane glanced to him, her sparkly jade eyes crinkling into a smile. Putting her CD on pause, she removed the headphones and sat them down beside her. "What's up, Ry?"
"Whassat?" He asked, pointing at the CD player.
She laughed and handed it to him, "It plays my music for me when I'm not at home."
Large, innocent eyes widened in amazement. "Does it still work when you're home?"
"Yup," Amane replied, "It'll work wherever I take it, as long as it has batteries inside."
"I want one of those!"
"I'll getcha one when you find someone who plays music that you like. That way, you can listen to them sing whenever you want to."
Mrs. Bakura turned around momentarily to smile at her son and daughter. Unlike most siblings she had seen with such a large age gap, Ryou and Amane got along perfectly fine. In her joy sprouting from the close relationship her children had, she failed to see the 18-wheeler speeding in their direction. Her eyes widened when Amane suddenly gasped and pointed out the front window.
"Oh my God, Mom, turn around!"
Their mother turned around just in time to be blinded by the bright lights of the truck. Screams echoed throughout the section of freeway they were on as the truck's horn blared in their ears. The last thing Ryou could remember from that night was the screeching of tires, the pained shouts from his mother and sister, and the horrible silence that followed.
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When he awoke the next morning in his bedroom at home, he couldn't help but get the feeling something was not right. He hopped out of bed, suprised to find himself in the same clothes he had worn the previous day. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase, he saw his father hunched over the telephone, shaking his head from side to side far too slowly for Ryou's liking.
"Daddy? What's wrong? Where's Mom and Amane?"
"Ry," Mr. Bakura started, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Of course I do. A truck hit our car." Ryou replied as he was hoisted onto his father's lap.
A sigh. "And do you remember what happened to your mother and sister?"
The child shook his head, "No,"
"They're not going to be coming home," he said to his white-haired son, "Things are going to be a lot different from now on. I won't be home as much anymore. You're going to have to learn to take care of yourself."
Ryou's eyes widened, "Will you be coming home?"
"I don't think so."
"But Daddy-"
Mr. Bakura grabbed his coat and slipped on a pair of shoes. "I've got to be going now." He motioned to open the door.
"But-"
The door closed behind Mr. Bakura with a soft 'click,' and he was gone.
(--End Flashback)
Ryou sank to the floor beside Malik's empty hospital bed, clutching his silky white hair in his hands. "This can't be happening... Not again... Please, God, not again..."
"Sirs, the doctors have made an exception. You may visit Mr. Ishtar," the nurse dared to speak again once the frail-looking pale boy in the corner had stopped shaking.
.
The door to Malik's new hospital room was the most depressing thing Ryou had come across. The lights were dimmed, and Malik's still figure was paler than any of the trio had ever seen. His eyes were gently closed; it was a suprise a resperator wasn't doing the breathing for him. Marik's eyes went as wide as they could when he saw the utterly breakable state his little brother was in. His knees faltered, but luckily Bakura was standing behind him and managed to catch the slightly shorter Egyptian before he fell.
Ryou, on the other hand, was having a much worse reaction. He stood, staring unfocusedly at Malik's form, his eyes even duller and more haunting and empty than usual. Sanity was a fragile thing for him to tamper with right now, as he brushed past Bakura and Marik and knelt down beside Malik's bed.
"Malik?"
...
"Please open your eyes..."
...
"Malik, please don't die..."
Ryou reached out and grabbed Malik's limp hand. He smoothed out the marks in the palm of Malik's hand and held the other's hand against his cheek. A tear spilled out of Ryou's eyes, from the very depths of his soul. The tear trickled through the spaces between the deeply tanned yet pale fingers. Quietly, Ryou began crying into Malik's hand, flashes of jealousy crossing his mind every time he heard Bakura talking to Marik. Ryou wanted that same kind of support that only a loved one could give.
He turned back to Malik. "I'll do anything... Please, just don't die..."
//
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Everything was spinning. He could hear a voice begging him not to slip into the black void of no return, but the name of the person who was speaking hovered just outside his recollection at the time being. A dull thud of a headache was forming in the back of his head. He lay in bed, shoulder- length hair slightly ruffled against the sheets. His eyes flinched, but then slowly opened to a new awakening after his unconscious state. His hand was held as he eased his senses into awareness, and opened his eyes ever-so- slightly to look beside him to see who it was. The hospital lights blinded him momentarily, but then he turned his head to the right, past the white sheets to where the figure was. The face was of Ryou's as he clenched on tightly to Malik's hand.
"R-Ryou? What're... you doing... here?"
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Shori: I just have one thing to say.
Bakura: What's that?
Shori: ... *Giggles* ¿Como yo Corn Flakes?
Bakura: ...o.O;
Shori: ^__^ Since I feel like being lazy the review counter ain't gonna be back this chapter... But yes, Tia, you still need to review because I'm nice and give you spoilers. D
x Shori