Author's Notes: I'm glad that lots of ppl likes meh story so far. Uhm. I didn't really mean for the last chappie to be so...soap opera-ish. Maybe I just like being sad and stuff. Uhmm. I hopes that was easier for Aku to read....lol. I hope this chappie will be better than the others.....
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the yugioh charcters and therefor I will never be wed to Kura, and neither will Ryou.....tear runs down cheek
Warning: Foul language. Not appropriate for all audiences. May contain Yaoi. Etc,etc.
Bakura layed on the cushoned floor and wept. His face was sticky and red from all of the tears that had made their way down his handsome face. He wasn't so handsome anymore, without Ryou.
He longed to hear Ryou's voice, to see his radiant chocolate-brown eyes once more. To see him laugh. To see him smile. To many greivances that threatened to make Bakura burst.
As he layed on the pillowed floor of the white room, he wondered what kind of life he would have if Ryou were alive and beside him once more. Perhaps everything would be normal. Maybe even happy. But he couldn't bring himself to think of the conversation. Their conversations were always petty. Never really about anything important.
Bakura looked at his injured arm. Why would he carve 'Not Ryou' in his arm? Was there some unknown meaning under this wound? Was there a reason it would spontaneously start bleeding? So many questions that were not likely going to be answered.
Bakura couldn't help imagining Ryou. With his gleaming chocolate-brown eyes and his silvery-white hair, falling perfectly around his handsome face. His cloths would fall in just the right way. His smile would lighten even the darkest of tombs.
All of a sudden he laughed. It was quite amusing, wondering whether the tears would ever dry up, or just continue flowing like the Nyle down his face. He did not know. He sat up and wiped the tears away from his face. The area in which the tears were was irritated from the wetness, but it would clear up.
Bakura had noticed what horrible attire that he was being forced to wear a long time ago, but it had never really bothered him until now. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants with white ankle socks. He looked horrid! He sighed. Of course, he would have to deal with it.
Bakura had to stay in the 'white room' for the night, seeing as no one came to take him to his cell. It was a rather favorable change, on his part. He frequently cradled his aching arm in his hands. No matter what he did to try and get Ryou off of his mind, it wouldn't work. It was like some part of him wouldn't ever let him forget about Ryou. Not like he really wanted to anyway.
Every part of Bakura ached. His soul even. He couldn't live with the fact that every lead of the case always ended up at him. He despised the fact that he could be the killer of the only person he had ever cared for in his entire time of being.
The door opened, forcing Bakura out of his thoughts. It was Pegasus. "Have a nice dream, Bakura? Anything about Ryou?" He said in that ever annoying voice.
"No. Actually, I didn't dream. I didn't sleep. I didn't eat. I only thought. Thought about life and how much it fricking sucks." Bakura said coldly.
"I see. Well. I am sure you will be happy to hear you will be back in your cell tonight. We do not find anything threatening about you. Although, right now, we have a session to be getting on with." Pegasus informed Bakura in a matter-of-factly voice.
"Great." Bakura muttered while standing up. They walked to the usual room in which they expected Bakura to spill his guts out in. But this time there was a cop there. Bakura sighed and sat in his seat.
"Bakura, as you can see we have a visitor. He will be sitting in on our sessions together." Bakura grunted and looked at his feet.He didn't really give a rat's ass who was there. How was he supposed to tell them how he feels when he has no idea how he feels himself?
"We'll start this session off with your dream. Bakura, what did you dream last night?" Pegasus asked all to sweetly.
" I already told you. I didn't sleep. I thought." Bakura answered.
"Then, what did you think about?"
"Ryou."
"Can you tell me about it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because he does not want me to."
"Who doesn't want you to Bakura?"
Bakura looked up at Pegasus. He looked as though he was in a trance, or being possessed. "Ryou."
"Bakura, are you feeling all right?"
Bakura smiled and stood up. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I am being accused of killing the one person I adore. How would you feel Peggy. May I call you Peggy?"
"No. You may not. Now. What does Ryou say to you exactly?"
"You see?! That's what I mean! He isn't saying anything to me you dumbass! I don't think he would want me to."
"Ok. I seem to have misunderstood you."
"Doesn't everybody?" Bakura was now pacing the room. He was trying to lead them to believe he was insane. "I'm the only one who believes me. I always have been."
"No. There is probably an explaination...." The police officer and Pegasus talked amongst each other. Bakura didn't hear them. It had finally hit him.
'Those who fear the past, beware the present.' That's it! Bakura was possessed! He didn't kill Ryou, someone controlling his mind did!
"Hey. I don't think I killed Ryou." Bakura said. They continued talking."Hey.....HEY!!" They finally looked up.
"I didn't kill Ryou."
"Oh? Then who did?"
"Aren't you supposed to be helping me?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with the current subject?" Pegasus was getting irritated. Bakura loved it.
"How can you help me if you already believe that I am guilty?" Bakura asked with a smile. There was no reply. He had finally gotten to that pig-headed doctor he hated so much. And he had to admit, it felt pretty damn good.
"Now I see what that girl meant."
"What girl?" Pegasus was getting angry.
"It's hard to make them believe you when they think you're insane...." Bakura looked over at the door that was ajar. If he could just....NO! He would wait for the opportune moment to make his escape.
"I have no further questions. Take him to his cell." Pegasus didn't have the sweet tone in his voice anymore. It was a tone of pure malice, and Bakura loved making him mad...
Bakura was led to his small cubical and locked in. He waited. And waited. The guard that was on duty was rumaging feircly through his pants pocket and the keys fell out near Bakura's cell door. The guard failed to notice. That was his last round. No more guards. They were off for the night.
Bakura ran his fingers through his silvery-white hair and searched for the correct key for his cell. He tried every key. The last key fit in perfectly. Anticipation flew through Bakura's body: he was going to get out.
He ran down the hall and to the next door. It took a while, but he found the right key. For the last door, he needed a pass code. Without the ring, it could take longer, but Bakura was determined. He came to the high white door and found the panel. He had remembered the pass code from the first day in the institution. He had seen Pegasus punch in the code. He tried :19666. The door opened. He was out.
He ran down the road. It was a bad experience for him, because it was raining, but he didn't care. He was out. Now he had to find the little bastard that controlled him to kill Ryou.
He came to his house and went inside. Everything was still bloody, but he had to find out what happened. He walked into the kitchen. There he was. It was his memory of the murder in front of his eyes.
He stabbed Ryou, again and again. Then the words came. "Why Bakura? Why are you doing this?"
"Because. I hate you. I always have. Your stupid cheery smile. The way you laugh, you voice, I hate it all. And because I can."
"Y-your doing this just b-because you have the power to?"
"Yup."
"B-but why?"
SMASH!!! Bakura winced. The axe. Ryou layed dead. On the floor. And then, Bakura carved out his heart. Took it with him when he left the house. Bakura didn't follow himself. He didn't want to see anymore. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it all to end.
Then the other him came back into the house and went up to the bathroom. Bakura followed himself into the bathroom and watched the other him sink into the tub of water. The water turned red with blood. "NOOOOOOOOO! STOPPPP!!!!!"
Bakura ran out of the house and over to the nearest place he could think of : Marik's house.
Author's Notes: Sorry it's such a short chappie....I think I'm gonna shorten the rest of the chappies up a little - hope you don't mind. Man. I don't know why I'm writing stuff like this. Maybe I should stop. You know, discontinue it. Do you think I should? I need 6 reviews or so to continue. Yes I'm bribing you......Pulls out candy tray PWEEEESE REVEIW!!!! I missed you too Aku...Cries and glomps BFF ...If there are no stars it's FF's fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the yugioh charcters and therefor I will never be wed to Kura, and neither will Ryou.....tear runs down cheek
Warning: Foul language. Not appropriate for all audiences. May contain Yaoi. Etc,etc.
Bakura layed on the cushoned floor and wept. His face was sticky and red from all of the tears that had made their way down his handsome face. He wasn't so handsome anymore, without Ryou.
He longed to hear Ryou's voice, to see his radiant chocolate-brown eyes once more. To see him laugh. To see him smile. To many greivances that threatened to make Bakura burst.
As he layed on the pillowed floor of the white room, he wondered what kind of life he would have if Ryou were alive and beside him once more. Perhaps everything would be normal. Maybe even happy. But he couldn't bring himself to think of the conversation. Their conversations were always petty. Never really about anything important.
Bakura looked at his injured arm. Why would he carve 'Not Ryou' in his arm? Was there some unknown meaning under this wound? Was there a reason it would spontaneously start bleeding? So many questions that were not likely going to be answered.
Bakura couldn't help imagining Ryou. With his gleaming chocolate-brown eyes and his silvery-white hair, falling perfectly around his handsome face. His cloths would fall in just the right way. His smile would lighten even the darkest of tombs.
All of a sudden he laughed. It was quite amusing, wondering whether the tears would ever dry up, or just continue flowing like the Nyle down his face. He did not know. He sat up and wiped the tears away from his face. The area in which the tears were was irritated from the wetness, but it would clear up.
Bakura had noticed what horrible attire that he was being forced to wear a long time ago, but it had never really bothered him until now. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants with white ankle socks. He looked horrid! He sighed. Of course, he would have to deal with it.
Bakura had to stay in the 'white room' for the night, seeing as no one came to take him to his cell. It was a rather favorable change, on his part. He frequently cradled his aching arm in his hands. No matter what he did to try and get Ryou off of his mind, it wouldn't work. It was like some part of him wouldn't ever let him forget about Ryou. Not like he really wanted to anyway.
Every part of Bakura ached. His soul even. He couldn't live with the fact that every lead of the case always ended up at him. He despised the fact that he could be the killer of the only person he had ever cared for in his entire time of being.
The door opened, forcing Bakura out of his thoughts. It was Pegasus. "Have a nice dream, Bakura? Anything about Ryou?" He said in that ever annoying voice.
"No. Actually, I didn't dream. I didn't sleep. I didn't eat. I only thought. Thought about life and how much it fricking sucks." Bakura said coldly.
"I see. Well. I am sure you will be happy to hear you will be back in your cell tonight. We do not find anything threatening about you. Although, right now, we have a session to be getting on with." Pegasus informed Bakura in a matter-of-factly voice.
"Great." Bakura muttered while standing up. They walked to the usual room in which they expected Bakura to spill his guts out in. But this time there was a cop there. Bakura sighed and sat in his seat.
"Bakura, as you can see we have a visitor. He will be sitting in on our sessions together." Bakura grunted and looked at his feet.He didn't really give a rat's ass who was there. How was he supposed to tell them how he feels when he has no idea how he feels himself?
"We'll start this session off with your dream. Bakura, what did you dream last night?" Pegasus asked all to sweetly.
" I already told you. I didn't sleep. I thought." Bakura answered.
"Then, what did you think about?"
"Ryou."
"Can you tell me about it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because he does not want me to."
"Who doesn't want you to Bakura?"
Bakura looked up at Pegasus. He looked as though he was in a trance, or being possessed. "Ryou."
"Bakura, are you feeling all right?"
Bakura smiled and stood up. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I am being accused of killing the one person I adore. How would you feel Peggy. May I call you Peggy?"
"No. You may not. Now. What does Ryou say to you exactly?"
"You see?! That's what I mean! He isn't saying anything to me you dumbass! I don't think he would want me to."
"Ok. I seem to have misunderstood you."
"Doesn't everybody?" Bakura was now pacing the room. He was trying to lead them to believe he was insane. "I'm the only one who believes me. I always have been."
"No. There is probably an explaination...." The police officer and Pegasus talked amongst each other. Bakura didn't hear them. It had finally hit him.
'Those who fear the past, beware the present.' That's it! Bakura was possessed! He didn't kill Ryou, someone controlling his mind did!
"Hey. I don't think I killed Ryou." Bakura said. They continued talking."Hey.....HEY!!" They finally looked up.
"I didn't kill Ryou."
"Oh? Then who did?"
"Aren't you supposed to be helping me?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with the current subject?" Pegasus was getting irritated. Bakura loved it.
"How can you help me if you already believe that I am guilty?" Bakura asked with a smile. There was no reply. He had finally gotten to that pig-headed doctor he hated so much. And he had to admit, it felt pretty damn good.
"Now I see what that girl meant."
"What girl?" Pegasus was getting angry.
"It's hard to make them believe you when they think you're insane...." Bakura looked over at the door that was ajar. If he could just....NO! He would wait for the opportune moment to make his escape.
"I have no further questions. Take him to his cell." Pegasus didn't have the sweet tone in his voice anymore. It was a tone of pure malice, and Bakura loved making him mad...
Bakura was led to his small cubical and locked in. He waited. And waited. The guard that was on duty was rumaging feircly through his pants pocket and the keys fell out near Bakura's cell door. The guard failed to notice. That was his last round. No more guards. They were off for the night.
Bakura ran his fingers through his silvery-white hair and searched for the correct key for his cell. He tried every key. The last key fit in perfectly. Anticipation flew through Bakura's body: he was going to get out.
He ran down the hall and to the next door. It took a while, but he found the right key. For the last door, he needed a pass code. Without the ring, it could take longer, but Bakura was determined. He came to the high white door and found the panel. He had remembered the pass code from the first day in the institution. He had seen Pegasus punch in the code. He tried :19666. The door opened. He was out.
He ran down the road. It was a bad experience for him, because it was raining, but he didn't care. He was out. Now he had to find the little bastard that controlled him to kill Ryou.
He came to his house and went inside. Everything was still bloody, but he had to find out what happened. He walked into the kitchen. There he was. It was his memory of the murder in front of his eyes.
He stabbed Ryou, again and again. Then the words came. "Why Bakura? Why are you doing this?"
"Because. I hate you. I always have. Your stupid cheery smile. The way you laugh, you voice, I hate it all. And because I can."
"Y-your doing this just b-because you have the power to?"
"Yup."
"B-but why?"
SMASH!!! Bakura winced. The axe. Ryou layed dead. On the floor. And then, Bakura carved out his heart. Took it with him when he left the house. Bakura didn't follow himself. He didn't want to see anymore. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it all to end.
Then the other him came back into the house and went up to the bathroom. Bakura followed himself into the bathroom and watched the other him sink into the tub of water. The water turned red with blood. "NOOOOOOOOO! STOPPPP!!!!!"
Bakura ran out of the house and over to the nearest place he could think of : Marik's house.
Author's Notes: Sorry it's such a short chappie....I think I'm gonna shorten the rest of the chappies up a little - hope you don't mind. Man. I don't know why I'm writing stuff like this. Maybe I should stop. You know, discontinue it. Do you think I should? I need 6 reviews or so to continue. Yes I'm bribing you......Pulls out candy tray PWEEEESE REVEIW!!!! I missed you too Aku...Cries and glomps BFF ...If there are no stars it's FF's fault.