Author's Notes: Is proud of herself That was quite a successful fic. I am real proud of mehself. Uhm...I just have one thing to say: beware of sudden turns within the story. I have an idea of what's going on, but you know how it goes. If you like this fic plz recommend it to your friends and stuff. I am a little self-consious of my writing skills.Fear not, I will continue to update so Aku will not discontiue Divided in The Darkness.

Disclaimer: I do not own any ygo characters and if I did I would not only be filthy stinking rich, but I would probably wed mehself to Kura, or wed Ryou to Kura. Whichever comes first. -

Pegasus sat down in the chair opposite Bakura. The table was white and the chairs were black. Pegasus grinned menacingly at the clueless white-haired patient that sat directly across from him. Bakura swallowed and prepared himself for the worst. After all, he didn't know where he was or why he was there.

"Where am I?" Bakura said in what he'd hoped had been an intimidating voice. But it didn't quite work the way he had planned. Pegasus merely proceeded in his grinning. He blinked and looked out of the window.

"How is Ryou, do you think?" Pegasus asked while continuing to gaze fixedly out of the window. Bakura gave Pegasus a questioning look. "What do you mean? He is fine. I saw him just yesterday." Bakura said impatiently.

"Clearly you have not." Pegasus said, switching his gaze to Bakura. "What do you mean?" Bakura asked through clenched teeth. "Ryou is not as fine as you have led yourself to believe." Bakura was suddenly alarmed. "What's wrong with Ryou?!" Bakura said quickly.

Pegasus gave him no answer. He just looked at Bakura with an accusing expression. Bakura stood up abruptly and slammed his hands on the table. "What the hell is wrong with Ryou?!" Pegasus grinned tauntingly. "Oh. You don't know?" he stated in a revoltingly sweet tone.

Bakura was getting aggravated. He flung himself across the table and grabbed Pegasus by the collar of his shirt."WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH RYOU?!" He repeated sternly. A couple of the men at the door yanked Bakura back into his chair and held him there. He struggled to release himself from their iron grip, but had no means of success.

Bakura's breathing got heavy and his heart was pounding hard against his chest. Something was wrong with Ryou, and he was going to find out what it was, even if it meant hurting someone for the information."Calm down Bakura. You will find out in good time,"Pegasus looked over at his assistants, "You two take him back to his quarters--make sure he feels right at home...."

Bakura was dragged off to a small room with a mattress and a toilet. The mattress was stained and had springs sticking out and the toilet was downright disgusting. He was thrown into the cell and the door shut almost immediately. Before he knew it he was in a dark room where the only means of light came from the tiny rectangular window in the heavy metal door.

Bakura screamed in frustration. What could be wrong with Ryou? Was the dream true? All he knew was that if the dream was in fact real, he was going to kill the guilty bastard who did it. He raked his fingers through his silvery-white hair and sighed. He knew that whatever he was here for had to be important, therefor he would be aware of the situation momentarily...at least he hoped he would.

Bakura silently paced the dark room. He thought desperately about where he was and why he was here. It was all frustrating, and confusing. Did Ryou commit a crime? Not likely. He had no idea where he was. He decided to lay on the bed--get some sleep. Thank Ra he wore a coat.

Bakura took off his coat and layed it on the bed. He looked around the room once more before laying on his coat and closing his eyes. 'At least it's dark enough to get some sleep' Bakura thought.

Bakura was walking towards a door. It was white and it had a golden knocker on it. He considered knocking , but he just walked right in. At once he recognized this place: it was his house. He walked into the kitchen.........

There was blood everywhere. Lots of it. Bloody handprints were smeared all over the walls. There was a puddle of blood in the middle of the floor. Bakura felt a sharp pain in his arm. He looked down and there was a large cut in it. The wound said something, but his vision was too blurred to read it. He had to call 911.

Bakura stumbled over to the phone and picked it up. He brought the phone to his ear and heard the dial tone. He lifted his hand and dialed 911. He noticed that his hands were drenched in blood. He looked over at the mirror that was across the hall that lay just outside the entrance of the kitchen.

Bakura was covered in blood. His hair was stained red at the tips and a pool was forming under him. "911 emergency how may I help you?" A calm female voice had spoken in the reciever.Bakura turned around and Ryou stood there, filled with holes created by knives. Blood was dripping from the wounds and maggots were crawling over him. Bakura screamed and dropped the reciever. "Hello?" Ryou grabbed onto the base of the phone and ripped it out of the wall. He threw it to the ground and started to walk towards Bakura.

Bakura turned and ran. "Why did you do this to me Bakura? WHY?!" Ryou's voice called from behind him. "I didn't! I didn't do it!" Bakura ran to the front door and whipped it open. Yami stood with his arms crossed at the door. "What's wrong, Bakura? Scared of your own Hikari?" Yami's head lolled to the side and maggots spewed from his mouth and ears. "Get away from me!" Bakura screamed as he turned to run.

He ran right into Ryou."AAHHHHHHHHH!" Bakura screamed and managed to run past Ryou. He ran to the back door and opened it. Anzu stood in the doorway. "What's wrong, Bakura?" Her voice sounded as revoltingly kind as usual. "R-Ryou...Y-Yami....trying to....kill me....both dead...maggots coming from mouths." Bakura managed to say through his breaths."Oh really Maybe you should watch out for them then...." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her skin began to decay before his eyes. Before long there were maggots spewing from the holes in her decayed flesh.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bakura ran into the living room. There was blood all over every thing in there as well. He saw, on the far wall, the letters TK written in blood. "No," He muttered to himself,"NOOOOOO!" "Bakura," the voice had come from behind him," We're here....." Bakura's eyes went wide as he turned to look behind him. All three of them stood in the door, closing in on him. They were all laughing...in triumph. Bakura looked around for a possible escape. He saw the window.

"Now's my chance." Bakura said while he bagan running towards the window. He grabbed onto the remote and smashed the window open. The laughing continued. He went to climb out of the window when Jou and Tristan popped out of nowhere. "Hey Bakura. Happy to see us?" They started laughing and they too became zombie-like. He turned around. Ryou, Yami and Anzu were closing in on him. Jou and Tristan were climing through the window. He was trapped. "There's no way out, Bakura......no way OUT!" They struck on the last word and took Bakura to the ground. They started ripping peices off of him and cutting his body.More blood splattered over the walls.....

Bakura's eyes flashed open and he sat upright on the bed. He was in a cold sweat and his breathing was uneven and heavy. He sat like that for a few minutes,until he noticed he was in a different room. The room was white and well lit. There were two big windows and a large white table with four chairs to it--two on each side.

"Good morning Bakura. I trust you slept well." Bakura turned his head, following the voice. Pegaus walked into the room and sat on the opposite chair. "Hmph. I suppose I did--if you call having the living shit scared out of you a good dream ,then sure." Bakura answered

Pegasus smiled. "Hmmm. I suppose you want to know just where you are and what you're doing here then?" Bakura didn't like the tone in Pegasus' voice, nor did he trust it. "Yes. I do." Bakura tried to stay calm, but he knew something was wrong with Ryou, and he wanted to know what it was. "Well, do you want it straight out?" Pegasus seemed to be enjoying prolonging the information.

"Just say it. I am beginning to lose my patience with you, and there was very little to begin with." Bakura said with what he hoped to be a malicious tone. "Fine. You killed Ryou. Now you are in the Mental Institution ,or as you call it, the Psych Ward." This information hit Bakura like 5000 tonnes of lead. He killed Ryou?

Bakura couldn't think straight. He couldn't talk--even if he wanted to. There seemed to be something in his throat. Something that threatened to strangle him if he said anything. He fought it off--tried to swallow it, but it wouldn't go away. "I-I don't believe you." He managed to croak. But in the dream...Ryou had....NO! He didn't do it. He couldn't have. Could he?

"Oh you don't? Pity. Hmmm. Do you need proof? I can take an hour off at lunch to take you to the victim. You don't mind if I call him that, do you?" Pegasus was just as taunting as ever. He wanted to make Bakura feel bad. "Yes. I want to see it with my own eyes. Only then will I believe you." Bakura's words were meant to be cold, but his shock numbed his ability to intimidate.

"I see. I have no further information or questions. You will be led back to your room. I expect to see you at 12:00 sharp." Pegasus stood and exited the room. Bakura had a bemused look about him. He didn't even respond to the porters when they made up crude things about him. He just let them do as they wished.

Once back in his cell, he sat on the bed with a blank look. Almost as if his soul was not occupying his body at that moment. His eyes stayed open.Unmoving. Although his gaze never switched its course, the rest of his body was fidgety. It seemed as though he couldn't get comfortable. But one thing's for sure: it was a damn good thing he didn't have that dream again.

There was a chocolate cake in the middle of the table. It had 15 candles on it. This must have been Ryou's 15th birthday. Ryou walked through the door and his eyes lit up. Sure it was his birthday and all, but he still had to get groceries. Bakura had made it a point to invite everyone over--even Yami. Ryou looked at the cake and up at Bakura. "Did you do this for me Bakura?" Bakura laughed. "Of course not! Anzu did." Bakura appreciated Anzu for helping with the preparation of the birthday party, but he despised her nonetheless.

Ryou walked over to the fridge and set the groceries inside. Bakura looked over at Ryou and smiled. Ryou's radiant brown eyes were sparkling. Ryou was happy. He came to the table and sat down beside Bakura. "Make a wish." Bakura pressed. Ryou nodded and closed his eyes.Ryou didn't know what to wish for. Right now, in this point of time, he felt as though he had all he needed--or wanted for that matter.

Ryou opened his eyes and blew hard. Everyone clapped as the flames burning atop the wax sticks went out. Bakura cut the cake, giving the first--and largest-- peice to Ryou."Happy birthday Ryou." Bakura said, putting on what he had hoped to be a disarming grin--and, sure enough, Ryou's cheeks redened a little. Bakura smiled and sat down.

The cake was gone and Ryou was opening presents. The first package was small, with little stars on the wrapper. Ryou opened it eagerly. He pulled it out and instantly went red. It was a pair of metallic black boxers. Jou laughed. "Gag gift!" soon everyone, even Bakura, joined in on the laughter. The next present was from Bakrua. Ryou looked at Bakura with his chocolate brown eyes and smiled. He opened the present and took out a golden-like orb. It had carvings on it and a tag. The tag said 'Hope you like it. But you're gonna have to figure out what it is in order to use it.'

Ryou gave Bakura a questioning look, then began to fiddle with the weird orb. He found that the circles on each side pressed in. So he pressed them both, and the orb succumbed. Inside there was a little gold figure of Isis, wife of the undergod Osiris. She sat with her eyes closed, cradling her young son, Horus. Music began to play and Ryou closed his eyes. This was the only thing Bakura ever gave him, and he would cherish it forever.

Bakura opened his eyes lazily. He remembered that day. That was the day Ryou had begun to trust Bakura. Bakura would never forget the pleasently surprised look on Ryou's face. Never. But now it haunted him. It wouldn't go away. The mental picture of Ryou being happy was sometimes overcome by the picture of the maggots crawling all over him.

Bakura sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He was rather groggy at this moment in time. He felt as though he was going to fall right through the cement floor. He looked at the clock across the hall. 11:45. He had 15 minutes to meet Pegasus. He sat and waited in his cell. At 11:55, a guard allowed Pegasus to take Bakura.

"Have a good sleep did we?" Pegasus asked in a would-be concerned voice. "What's it to you?" Bakura replied coldly. "Well I am your Doctor. It is my job to probe you for answers, no matter how personal." Pegasus said while keeping his gaze held firmly down the hall. "I don't want to talk about it." Bakura stated unenthusiastically. "Did you dream about Ryou last night perhaps?" "Now that's none of your damn business!" Bakura said cooly "Oh. But it is."

Bakura sneered, but kept on following Pegasus. He had known this man for almost four days and already he despised him. They walked out of the doors and into a blue convertable. Bakura sat in the seat and stared straight through the window. He didn't want to look at Pegasus more than he had to. "Seat-belts!" Pegasus sang. Bakura held back a shudder and did as he was told.A short while later they were positioned right in front of Bakura's house.

They walked quietly up to the door. Bakura knew Ryou was there. He just had to be there. "Well. What are you waiting for Bakura? Open the door." Bakura swallowed hard and placed his hand on the door. He had to do this. To proove to himself that Ryou was still alive.He turned the handle and went inside. Everything seemed normal. Normal enough,anyway. He progressed into the kitchen. He felt a sharp stab in his gut.

There was blood everywhere.Even in the sink. The reciever was off the hook and there was a pool of blood in the middle of the floor. He instantly ran into the living room to check things out there. There it was. What he had been fearing. The two letters, TK, written in dried blood on the wall. TK stands for Theif King and he was the Theif King. There was another stab in his gut, only this time more powerful. He had just realized what he had done......

He had killed the only person he had ever cared for.......

Author's Notes: That was the weirdest thing I have ever written. Hmmm. Makes ya wonder what I'm thinking ,ne? I need at least 6 reveiws to continue. And Aku, No logging out and giving me anonymous reveiws. That won't work. R&R!!!!!!!!!!! - Oh, and plz don't mind the mis-types and mis- spells. I sometimes try to type too fast....... '-'; Don't mind meh little emicons either. I just sorta make 'em up as I go.....