Rath- Okay, thankies to Nameless and Demell!
Set- This story doesn't seem to be a hit, does it?
Rath- I'd prefer you not rub it in…
Set- I'm only being bluntly honest.
Rath- *sigh* Well, do enjoy this chappy, guys!
-We no own Yu-gi-oh-
Bakura sat in his soul-room, the equivalent of an ancient Egyptian room. He was resting on his mat, the shadows being his only company. He could hear his hikari's thoughts and pleads for help. Help he would not give could not give. He sighed and turned to his other side, eyes scanning the room, simply studying his surroundings. The brown eyes swiveled around until they glared at the hourglass resting in a brown plain chest. It was a gorgeous item, gold, with menacingly haunting cobras running down the side.
'You fucking bastard. Its your fault we're, I'm in this blood situation.' He snarled at it, though it did nothing to react, just resting there innocently, giving no indication to what it was doing. The sand fell in a slow, but steady pace, making no sound as each grain of sand fell to the next. Bakura stood and grabbed it, flinging it against a wall, anger filling in his eyes. It hit with a dull 'clink' and then fell to the ground, perfectly landing on its base, the sand still falling as if nothing had happened.
Bakura felt the anger increase to unbearable limits and he fell once again to his knees. The anger was soon joined by angst. He slammed his fists against the floor and then buried his face into his hands. He curled up and began to sob. His breaths were ragged and made his entire body shake. Tears stained the floor, slowly forming a small puddle. He felt so over-whelmed with his life. 'Why couldn't, what about and what ifs' ran through his mind, blocking out any rational thoughts that may have come to his mind. Its not like they would have mattered anyway, Bakura could do nothing to change his fate.
Bakura's breathing slowed and he shivered for an unknown reason. He went to a corner in the room, pulling up his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. He took the knife at his side and carved lines up and down his arms, carefully, not wanting to cut too deep. He put it to his side then curled back up again. The blood seeped through his shirt and then ran down his bare skin. He picked up the knife again and threw it as had as he could at the hourglass. It phased through and hit the candle behind it.
Only darkness came.
…
'Yes. Yeah. No. All right. Bye then.' Cedric hung up the phone and sighed. This 'Bakura Ryou' was in big trouble with the officials, of school that is. He put Ryou's ID back in his wallet along with the rest of his belongings and left the phone. Cedric's green eyes looked over at the battered boy on the sofa. The cut on his arm was wrapped and the numerous small slashes disinfected. Cedric knew that the bruises would have to heal on their own. He walked over and lifted the boy's head. He moaned in slight pain. Cedric replaced the bloodied towel with a fresh one. He'd probably have to wash his blood-stiffed hair sometime… He picked up the once white shirt and stared at it. Blood, mud, dirt. Yep, that would have to be cleaned sometime too. He turned casually and was about to leave the room when a small voice said something to him.
'Thank you.' It mumbled. Cedric's eyebrows furrowed and he glanced over his shoulder at the sofa. He was awake, but barely it seemed as his voice sounded exhausted and his eyelids were half closed.
'No prob. How ya' doin'? Wait, didn't mean to ask that.' Cedric said, holding up his hands. Ryou smiled and sat up, head slightly cocked.
'I'm about as fine as I'll get. But, not to be rude or anything… I'm sorry, but who are you? Where is this place?' Cedric cocked his head too.
'For what?'
'Hm?' Was his reply.
'Why did you say sorry, you did nothing wrong.' He came over and sat by Ryou, who looked positively baffled.
'Oh, well, I, I guess for being a burden. You really didn't have to help me…' Ryou trailed off and looked down at his hands that were fumbling slightly with the sheet laid over him. Wow, this dude has major self-esteem issues… May as well help him outta this little slump. This can't be this guy's real personality… Cedric thought to himself.
'No worries. So, Ry-'
'Bakura.'
'What?'
'Bakura. How did you know my name?' Ryou stated plainly. He didn't really want anyone to call him by his first name, unless they were close to him.
'ID, wallet, don't worry, I didn't take your cash. Okay, then, Bakura, I'm Cedric Craven. You would be at my house. But I'm sure you'd like the add-'
'Craven?' Cedric stared at him. This boy was a boy of few words… Rude ones at that…
'Yes, Craven.' Cedric said, an edge of annoyance in his voice. Ryou caught the hint.
'Oh, dear, I'm sorry. I must seem very rude right now! Let me explain… I met a 'Daniel Craven' earlier today, he said he had a son. A-and I wondered if you were related… You see?' Ryou rushed to explain, not wanting to make a bad impression. Again, that is.
'Yep, that would be my Dad. Looks like me with an ever-there creepy smile?'
'Yes, that's him!' Nodded Ryou, lightly, trying to ignore the pain growing in his head. It was growing to be a hassle. Ryou grimaced and clutched the back of his head. A new pain arose too…
Ryou, get your ass home. NOW.
/B-bakura? Wh-what are you-/
NOW.
/Al-alright. / Ryou forced himself up and began to walk towards the door. Cedric darted infront of him and gripped his shoulders.
'The fuck are you doing?!' He yelled. Ryou's shoulders shook as he laughed then he threw back his head, his body deadly still. He suddenly snapped to attention, a smirk on his lips and insanity written on the expression.
'Thank you for your help. Here's your pay.' With that Bakura punched Cedric near his temple, knocking him out. A sound drew his eyes to the door. Someone was fumbling with the keys… A dog barked loudly and its nails could be heard tearing at the door.
'AMUN! CALM DOWN!!' A familiar voice yelled. Bakura growled then went into the kitchen where there was an open window. He jumped onto the sink, kicked out the screen and into the backyard. He skipped the fence and ran towards Ryou's house, thankful that the Cravens were on the same street. He ran and took the spare key from atop the light and unlocked the door, slamming it behind him. He sighed and leaned against the door and slowly sunk to the ground.
…
/Yami? Please answer me, Yami? / Ryou asked in his soul form, sitting next to his body, which was currently in control of by Bakura, who was currently asleep. He shook his shoulder lightly and repeated the question.
What? Was Bakura's groggy answer, opening an eyelid and looking at Ryou.
/Wh-why did you do that? What was wrong? / Ryou asked, staring intently for the answer.
Craven was coming.
/And..?/
We can't let him know you are weakened. Bakura said matter-of-factly. He closed his eye and was about to go to sleep…
/WHAT?/ Ryou yelled into his ear and mind.
We can't let him know our body is weak now. Grumbled Bakura again, this time not even bothering to open one eye at the least.
/Our body? MY body! And what kind of reason is that? What kind of bloody reason is that? It's your fault we were even there! You made me late, you made me get beaten by a gang with out helping and now have scared the bloody hell out of the two people I just met! You are such a self-centered bastard! / Ryou yelled at Bakura, face flushed and he disappeared into his soul-chamber. Bakura's eyes both opened this time, as soon as he was aware that Ryou was safely in his soul-chamber asleep.
'Self-centered bastard…' He repeated to himself.
'Don't worry, Ryou, you won't have to deal with me anymore…' He said sadly as a stab of pain ached his chest and his stomach twisted in guilt.
Set- Er, nice chap, Rath.
Rath- What are you saying?
Set- Nothing in particular…
Rath- Alright then. Well, review please! Ja ne.
Set- Later.
Rath- Oh, yes, and a P.S. How old are Tom, Daniel, Rupert and Emma (Hp cast)? I can't seem to find their ages anywhere! -_-() Oh, and for Spiritless (another one of my stories) Does anyone have any ideas? Please answer in your reviews! Thank you!