Author's Notes: This is my fav. story that I have ever written. I got so
mad at myself for making Ryou die.....but it's all part of the plot. Well ,
If your dieing of curiosity, read on. This chappie is going to be longer
than the first--hopefully.......
I do not own any Yugioh characters, and if I did the readers would probably sue me for killing Ryou in my story.
By the way, how do you pronounce Ryou anyway? Some ppl spell it Ryo so I really have no clue is clueless
Bakura stirred in his sleep. This nightmare had occured every night for the past three weeks now. A drop of sweat ran down the side of Bakura's face. His breathing was broken and quick.
The knife stabbed repeatedly until Ryou fell to the floor, glassy eyed, staring at the ceiling.....
Bakura's eyes flashed open and he sat bolt upright in his bed. The blankets were wrapped around him in akward ways. He probably could never get wrapped up in it the exact same way again. Bakura stood up and bolted to Ryou's room , tripping over his legs that were entangled in the blankets.
"RYOU!!" Ryou's eyes opened and he fell off the side of the bed. Two seconds later his face peeked up from the floor.
"Bakura, why have you been doing this lately? Are you mad at me or something? A way to get revenge?" Ryou got up and sat on his bed. He looked at Bakura with his intriguing , chocolate-brown eyes that were now flickering with curiosity.
Bakura sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked into Ryou's radiant eyes and felt his heart slow down to its normal pace. "It's just that....I thought you....I've been having this dream and....never mind."
Bakura took this time now to unwrap his legs so he could walk back to his bedroom. He threw the blanket onto his bed and went to the washroom. He turned on the taps and put his hands under the flow of the water. He splashed some water on his face and reached for a towel. After drying his face he turned the taps off and went downstairs.
Ryou was waiting for him at the table. "Are you sure you're okay Bakura? You don't look so well." Ryou had a habit of being worried whenever things were going a little strange. "I'm fine, Ryou. I just....never mind. Breakfast looks good." Bakura sat down and started to eat his bacon. It was perfect, as usual. Ryou was a great cook. Probably from all of the years of being alone.
"Hey. Ryou. Uhm....I'm going out with some of the guys tonight.....would you like to.....uh... what I'm trying to say is....would you.....argh! Would you like to go......with us.....you know only if you want to of course...."
Ryou laughed at Bakura's attempt to invite him. "Of course." Bakura smiled and scratched the back of his head. "I've never had to do that before, you know?" Bakura was laughing almost as hard as Ryou was. "I-hehe- I know. Feels weird being nice once and a while doesn't it? hehehe" They continued to laugh until their food was all finished.
Bakura stood and went to the door. "Um..Bakura?"
"Mmmm?"
"Do you intend to walk around Domino in your boxers?"
Bakura looked down and sure enough, he was still wearing his boxers. They both laughed. He had to admit though, it would look pretty funny having a 3000 year old dead guy walking down the street in his boxers.He made haste up the stairs and into his room.
Bakura threw on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and came downstairs. He looked in and grinned what he hoped to be a disarming grin. Aparantly it was because Ryou turned a slight shade of pink. Bakura stepped into a pair of runners and looked up. "See ya!" And he left the house. "Bye!" Ryou shouted after him.
Bakura walked around Domino for a while. It was a pretty good day for a walk after all. It was sunny and warm, not even a wisp of a cloud in the sky. Today was a special day. It was Ryou's birthday, and Bakura wanted to get something special.
Bakura's attidude changed durastically since the first occurance of that dream. He was a little scared of it actually happening. He had been playing detective for several days and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt pretty damn good.
It was a great day for Bakura indeed. He was a little hyper-active though. He half-skipped down the streets of Domino. Bakura looked in the windows of every shop. He came to the Kame Game shop. For the Hell of things, he decided to go in.
"Hey! Anyone here?! " Bakura was a little impatient, but he always was. Yugi's Grandpa came from the back room. "Hello. How may I--oh my---what do you want from me you fiend?!" It was quite obvious that Gramps here was still a little frightened of Bakura.
"Relax, old man. I am here to buy something for my Hikari. It is his birthday today and I am feeling extra-charitable." He took a gander at everything, and in the corner of the store he found something. It was round and multi-colored. It was tranclucent. The side of this orb had something engraved on it, in English. Bakura couldn't read it.
"What does this say?" Bakura asked in a somewhat demanding manner. "It says: Those who fear the past beware the future." said Grandpa in a matter- of-factly voice. "I'll take it. How much?" Bakura asked distractedly. "20 yen." Bakura reached in his pocket and took out fifty yen. "Keep the change." and Bakura left in a daze.
The blade penetrated Ryou's skin, sinking deep into the muscle tissue. "Why? Why are you doing this?" Ryou's question spilled from his mouth along with a heavy stream of blood. He coughed on the new stream that was making its way down the middle of Ryou's lip.
It was becoming agonizing. Ryou's wounds throbbed and bled. A harsh voice was heard. "Life is not worth living so long as you survive." And and axe came flying out of nowhere, imbedding itself into Ryou's skull. Ryou's magnificent silvery-white hair was beginning to go red with blood. Ryou hit the floor with the impact of the axe and an enormous pool of blood was surrounding his body.
Bakura tried to sit up in the bed but he couldn't. His arms and legs were strapped down to a table and a very bright light was hanging over his head. Bakura screamed and flailed trying to break free, but it was no use. He was stuck. "Calm down. You are going to be ok." The voice was calm and patient, yet it seemed to echo on in Bakura's head.
Before he knew what he was doing he started screaming at the top of his lungs. Where was he? How the hell did he get there? "Doctor! Doctor he's becoming unstable again. Doctor quick!" There was a slight pinching sensation and he was drained of all his energy. He couldn't yell even if his life depended on it. He was weak.
"Alright. You can move him to his room now. He's quite calm. I don't believe you'll get a rise out of him." The voices were becoming more distant. He couldn't think. His eyes closed and the ability to see,hear and feel left him.
Bakura opened his eyes slowly. He had no idea how much time had passed. His head felt like lead and he could barely move his arms. "Wh-where am I?" His voice was raspy, hardly audible. His tongue felt like chalk and his throat hurt. Then he remembered the voices. Rage built up inside him. He opened his mouth to yell, but a man in a white overcoat and spindly fingers came into the room.
"Hmmmm. You are Bakura, are you not?" His accent was one in which Bakura had never heard before. Bakura nodded his head in response. His throat would not allow any talking. "Good. Come with me." He stepped out of the way and some other people similar looking, but clearly they had less authoriy came in and helped Bakura up.
It was not too hard to figure out why there were a lot of people to help him move. He did not have the use of his legs in this moment of time. They felt like Jell-o and when he did try to move them he got shockwaves shimmer up his legs to his spine.
They sat him down on a chair in a room with a barred window. Bakura was getting slightly agrivated, seeing as waking up and not having the ability to talk or move by oneself is quite infuriating to a Tomb Robber as skilled in the arts of theivery as him.
Bakura fought off the pain and talked in the clearest voice he could muster."Where am I?" There was a shocked look on the spindly-fingered man's face. "Let us get to introductories first--" He was quickly cut-off by a younger, but taller,man in white. "I am quite sure that you do not have the uthority to speak to my patients."
"But Mr. P--"
"No 'buts'.I order you out of this lab this instant."
"But sir I--"
The younger man was getting iritated and it was beginning to show in his voice." Leave or I will have to result in firing you. Your job is strictly with bringing the patients to me, not talking to them."
"But Sir--"
"OUT!!" The younger man shouted while pointing to the door in which Bakura had been carried through. The man listened and went out of the door, pausing only to bow in respect of his boss.
The young man turned so Bakura could see him. His hair was long and a greyish-silver color. "Yes. Now. To proprieties, I am Dr. Maximillion Pegasus."
Author's Notes: This was also a short chappie. Hope you like my little twist on things. Dr. Maximillion Pegasus? Hah! I would be so scared of him man. It would be freaky. Of course, maybe the reason why this story is getting strange twists is because I have up to 20 different ppl in meh head. How would you feel? Well, next chappie is coming soon- R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not own any Yugioh characters, and if I did the readers would probably sue me for killing Ryou in my story.
By the way, how do you pronounce Ryou anyway? Some ppl spell it Ryo so I really have no clue is clueless
Bakura stirred in his sleep. This nightmare had occured every night for the past three weeks now. A drop of sweat ran down the side of Bakura's face. His breathing was broken and quick.
The knife stabbed repeatedly until Ryou fell to the floor, glassy eyed, staring at the ceiling.....
Bakura's eyes flashed open and he sat bolt upright in his bed. The blankets were wrapped around him in akward ways. He probably could never get wrapped up in it the exact same way again. Bakura stood up and bolted to Ryou's room , tripping over his legs that were entangled in the blankets.
"RYOU!!" Ryou's eyes opened and he fell off the side of the bed. Two seconds later his face peeked up from the floor.
"Bakura, why have you been doing this lately? Are you mad at me or something? A way to get revenge?" Ryou got up and sat on his bed. He looked at Bakura with his intriguing , chocolate-brown eyes that were now flickering with curiosity.
Bakura sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked into Ryou's radiant eyes and felt his heart slow down to its normal pace. "It's just that....I thought you....I've been having this dream and....never mind."
Bakura took this time now to unwrap his legs so he could walk back to his bedroom. He threw the blanket onto his bed and went to the washroom. He turned on the taps and put his hands under the flow of the water. He splashed some water on his face and reached for a towel. After drying his face he turned the taps off and went downstairs.
Ryou was waiting for him at the table. "Are you sure you're okay Bakura? You don't look so well." Ryou had a habit of being worried whenever things were going a little strange. "I'm fine, Ryou. I just....never mind. Breakfast looks good." Bakura sat down and started to eat his bacon. It was perfect, as usual. Ryou was a great cook. Probably from all of the years of being alone.
"Hey. Ryou. Uhm....I'm going out with some of the guys tonight.....would you like to.....uh... what I'm trying to say is....would you.....argh! Would you like to go......with us.....you know only if you want to of course...."
Ryou laughed at Bakura's attempt to invite him. "Of course." Bakura smiled and scratched the back of his head. "I've never had to do that before, you know?" Bakura was laughing almost as hard as Ryou was. "I-hehe- I know. Feels weird being nice once and a while doesn't it? hehehe" They continued to laugh until their food was all finished.
Bakura stood and went to the door. "Um..Bakura?"
"Mmmm?"
"Do you intend to walk around Domino in your boxers?"
Bakura looked down and sure enough, he was still wearing his boxers. They both laughed. He had to admit though, it would look pretty funny having a 3000 year old dead guy walking down the street in his boxers.He made haste up the stairs and into his room.
Bakura threw on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and came downstairs. He looked in and grinned what he hoped to be a disarming grin. Aparantly it was because Ryou turned a slight shade of pink. Bakura stepped into a pair of runners and looked up. "See ya!" And he left the house. "Bye!" Ryou shouted after him.
Bakura walked around Domino for a while. It was a pretty good day for a walk after all. It was sunny and warm, not even a wisp of a cloud in the sky. Today was a special day. It was Ryou's birthday, and Bakura wanted to get something special.
Bakura's attidude changed durastically since the first occurance of that dream. He was a little scared of it actually happening. He had been playing detective for several days and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt pretty damn good.
It was a great day for Bakura indeed. He was a little hyper-active though. He half-skipped down the streets of Domino. Bakura looked in the windows of every shop. He came to the Kame Game shop. For the Hell of things, he decided to go in.
"Hey! Anyone here?! " Bakura was a little impatient, but he always was. Yugi's Grandpa came from the back room. "Hello. How may I--oh my---what do you want from me you fiend?!" It was quite obvious that Gramps here was still a little frightened of Bakura.
"Relax, old man. I am here to buy something for my Hikari. It is his birthday today and I am feeling extra-charitable." He took a gander at everything, and in the corner of the store he found something. It was round and multi-colored. It was tranclucent. The side of this orb had something engraved on it, in English. Bakura couldn't read it.
"What does this say?" Bakura asked in a somewhat demanding manner. "It says: Those who fear the past beware the future." said Grandpa in a matter- of-factly voice. "I'll take it. How much?" Bakura asked distractedly. "20 yen." Bakura reached in his pocket and took out fifty yen. "Keep the change." and Bakura left in a daze.
The blade penetrated Ryou's skin, sinking deep into the muscle tissue. "Why? Why are you doing this?" Ryou's question spilled from his mouth along with a heavy stream of blood. He coughed on the new stream that was making its way down the middle of Ryou's lip.
It was becoming agonizing. Ryou's wounds throbbed and bled. A harsh voice was heard. "Life is not worth living so long as you survive." And and axe came flying out of nowhere, imbedding itself into Ryou's skull. Ryou's magnificent silvery-white hair was beginning to go red with blood. Ryou hit the floor with the impact of the axe and an enormous pool of blood was surrounding his body.
Bakura tried to sit up in the bed but he couldn't. His arms and legs were strapped down to a table and a very bright light was hanging over his head. Bakura screamed and flailed trying to break free, but it was no use. He was stuck. "Calm down. You are going to be ok." The voice was calm and patient, yet it seemed to echo on in Bakura's head.
Before he knew what he was doing he started screaming at the top of his lungs. Where was he? How the hell did he get there? "Doctor! Doctor he's becoming unstable again. Doctor quick!" There was a slight pinching sensation and he was drained of all his energy. He couldn't yell even if his life depended on it. He was weak.
"Alright. You can move him to his room now. He's quite calm. I don't believe you'll get a rise out of him." The voices were becoming more distant. He couldn't think. His eyes closed and the ability to see,hear and feel left him.
Bakura opened his eyes slowly. He had no idea how much time had passed. His head felt like lead and he could barely move his arms. "Wh-where am I?" His voice was raspy, hardly audible. His tongue felt like chalk and his throat hurt. Then he remembered the voices. Rage built up inside him. He opened his mouth to yell, but a man in a white overcoat and spindly fingers came into the room.
"Hmmmm. You are Bakura, are you not?" His accent was one in which Bakura had never heard before. Bakura nodded his head in response. His throat would not allow any talking. "Good. Come with me." He stepped out of the way and some other people similar looking, but clearly they had less authoriy came in and helped Bakura up.
It was not too hard to figure out why there were a lot of people to help him move. He did not have the use of his legs in this moment of time. They felt like Jell-o and when he did try to move them he got shockwaves shimmer up his legs to his spine.
They sat him down on a chair in a room with a barred window. Bakura was getting slightly agrivated, seeing as waking up and not having the ability to talk or move by oneself is quite infuriating to a Tomb Robber as skilled in the arts of theivery as him.
Bakura fought off the pain and talked in the clearest voice he could muster."Where am I?" There was a shocked look on the spindly-fingered man's face. "Let us get to introductories first--" He was quickly cut-off by a younger, but taller,man in white. "I am quite sure that you do not have the uthority to speak to my patients."
"But Mr. P--"
"No 'buts'.I order you out of this lab this instant."
"But sir I--"
The younger man was getting iritated and it was beginning to show in his voice." Leave or I will have to result in firing you. Your job is strictly with bringing the patients to me, not talking to them."
"But Sir--"
"OUT!!" The younger man shouted while pointing to the door in which Bakura had been carried through. The man listened and went out of the door, pausing only to bow in respect of his boss.
The young man turned so Bakura could see him. His hair was long and a greyish-silver color. "Yes. Now. To proprieties, I am Dr. Maximillion Pegasus."
Author's Notes: This was also a short chappie. Hope you like my little twist on things. Dr. Maximillion Pegasus? Hah! I would be so scared of him man. It would be freaky. Of course, maybe the reason why this story is getting strange twists is because I have up to 20 different ppl in meh head. How would you feel? Well, next chappie is coming soon- R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!