Rath- Hello. Welcome. Yadda, yadda…

Set- Well, well, Rath, don't get too happy there…

Rath- *forced smile* "Happy?" That does not even seem to cover it, Set! I'm just peachy! DANDY even. *mumbles about annihilation et cetera*

Set- Creepy, I think someone needs a rather large stress-reliever… Well, since Rath looks as though anyone and everyone who would dare come within a ten- mile radius will have their heads mounted above the fireplace, I think I'll be typing this chap. Enjoi. *bows*

-We no own Yu-gi-oh-

Ryou looked over as Craven walked over to Cedric. There was a brief conversation, a murmur and exchange of whispers, and then a silence. Even from a distance and though he took no part in the converse, Ryou felt awkward at the hiatus in the tunnel of words. Cedric nodded slowly then looked out the window. Craven smiled his ever-eerie smile and messed his son's blond hair as a gesture of gratitude from what seemed like Cedric's approval.

I don't think that was a normal question on history… Ryou told himself, still looking at the now solemn Cedric. This just isn't right… Were his last thoughts before he un-willingly gave his attention to Craven as he started his lecture.

Ryou followed as Arata, Mariko and Kazuko left the room. But then, he paused before leaving, noticing Cedric still sitting there, staring at his binder, his right hand twitching with his pen on the paper in front of him.

"Um, are you quite alright?" Ryou asked, walking up behind the boy, books clutched in front of his chest.

"Hm?" He answered, not bothering to turn or acknowledge Ryou in any other way. Ryou looked over at his notes, or rather a drawing that Cedric's hand still worked over.

"You didn't take any n-…" He mumbled, about to finish the sentence, but then stopped…The drawing captivated his attention and liking for some reason. A symbol, drawn out roughly in Cedric's pen… It had three dots, forming a triangle, with snakes forming the lines to connect them. Cedric's hand still moved to draw something in the middle, but then he stopped. Frozen, it seemed, in horror. His green eyes widened then shut tightly and he held back a painful choke.

"Oh, I mean, I'm fine, let's go to lunch. 'M starved!" He announced, standing up and slamming the binder shut. He gathered his books then turned to leave for the cafeteria. Ryou ran up beside him and looked at him, searching for some kind of explanation, any he could find. Cedric seemed aware of the brown eyes drilling into him and he smiled.

"Dude, truly, I'm fine! Just got a headache during class. Probably because I'm so hungry…" Ryou still didn't seem convinced and frowned slightly.

"A-are you sure? You seemed-" Ryou started.

"Let it go!" Cedric snapped as he turned to glare at the smaller boy, his face slightly distorted in fury. Ryou nodded and continued to his locker, which was next to Cedric's. He slammed his locker shut and looked in Ryou's.

"Dude, your locker is so neat, it's creepy."

Just like you, buddy, just like you… Bakura mumbled in Ryou's thoughts. He stifled a snicker and went over to Cedric's, opening it. Books and random articles of food and clothing fell on him.

"Uh, oops?" Cedric said sheepishly, then dragging a gawking horrified Ryou away from the mess. The tension seemed to have let up and they walked down the empty hallways in peace. The windows let in a fresh breeze and Ryou walked over to a rather large one, looking out at the town.

"Lovely." He beamed, leaning against the bottom of the window. He reached out his hand a bit, happy there was no screen to hold him back.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Cedric's normally happy voice sounded gloomy as he spoke.

" I'm sorry." He mumbled behind Ryou. Ryou turned around and looked at Cedric, who had his face towards the ground.

RYOU! WATCH OUT!! Bakura yelled at Ryou with no avail. Cedric suddenly turned around and kicked Ryou squarely in the chest. He gasped in pain and in shock and fell back. He hit the wall below the window, but it did not stop him from falling through the window. Cedric's kick was too strong for him to catch anything before he fell through the gap. He fell backwards, and could see Cedric still in the building, watching him fall. His eyes seemed as though they were trying to hide any emotion that could build inside him, remorse or pity to be exact.

'He's falling from the fifth story. No way he'll make it." Cedric said aloud to himself, clenching his fists at his side. "No way he'll make it," He said again, this time biting his lip. He turned on his heel and walked briskly away.

Ryou saw him turn and heard several screams from the classrooms he fell by. Why would Cedric do something like that…? What had I done to make him do something so…? He did not finish his thoughts and his mind fell into unconsciousness.

Bakura took over the now empty body and he directed himself so his feet were to hit the ground. He braced himself for any pain and held his hands forward, grabbing on to the sides of the building. He grimaced as the stone cut his hand, slowing his fall until he grabbed on to the sill of a closed window on the second floor. He let out his breath and let go, falling to the ground again, but this time at a safer height. He landed on his feet, but his ankle didn't very much appreciate the shock from the landing. Bakura sat down and studied his hands and the cuts they were decorated in.

Teachers and students looked out the windows from above and a few ran out the door to outside, rushing to his aide. Bakura let them help him up and he went inside, ignoring their pity rants and words of caution. He went to the infirmary that the teacher led him to and growled at the nurse as she tried to wrap his hands. He insisted they leave him alone and that he could mend himself, barking it at them in an un-Ryou like manner.

He was obsolete now, whether or not he acted like Ryou; they would think it fine, seeing that he would probably be in some emotion stress after the "near-death" experience. Bakura sat on the bed, wrapping his aching hands, thinking.

I know this has something to do with that Craven-tyrant. That little bastard probably talked Cedric into this… Or was this his own doing? You could never tell what the hell these freaks were up to. And this is why I hate this century… Bakura grumbled in his thoughts. He lay down and looked around the dark infirmary. He didn't feel like dealing with the rest of the world right now… And since Ryou was unconscious, well, its not like he could have done anything.

Bakura deserted the body and walked into Ryou's soul room and sat by his bed where he was. Bakura stood in front of him and stared at him.

"He is just like me when I was around his age… Funny, how one's experiences can change them. Do we all start out innocent and naïve such as him? It makes me wonder…" Bakura brushed his fingers on Ryou's face, but withdrew his rough hand as it made contact with the smooth skin.

"We're so different. Yes, his life will be better soon enough, and there will never be a Baku-Ra again…" He retreated from his light's soul room and phased back into his body. He found no point in pushing himself to go and deal with the consequences of what had just happened so he fell into a deep sleep, not caring who would or could see him. This mess would be figured out later.

Set- Okay, there we are. This was a little too sentimental for my taste, but there. Review, thanks. Later and at this point Rath would say "ja ne." But, my hikari's asleep…

Rath- ZzZz

Set- Exactly.