Author's Notes: I'm glad my story is liked. I'm not so sure about the continuance of it tho. It isn't making any sense in my mind. It will probably be a rushed story, so plz don't get mad at me.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Ygo characters and therefor I have no right at all to call them mine and whatnot. Hmmm? I don't get it.......... .
Warning: Foul language. Pschopathic Kleptos on da loose and whatnot.
Bakura sauntered up the walkway to the Ishtar residence. It was really late and the Ishtars, like most normal people, were most likely sleeping. He reached out his hand and rang the doorbell. No one answered. The doorbell didn't seem to be working at this moment, so he grabbed onto the golden knocker and knocked on the door.
WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!!!!
A light emitted from within the house, showing that someone inside was awake. There were thumping noises from the interior and a loud yawn. Bakura smirked and knocked again.
WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!!! Bakura knocked too hard that time, causing the golden door-knocker to break of into his hands.
"For the love of Ra I hear ya! Geez!!" The door whipped open. "Do you have any idea what time it is----Bakura? Aren't you supposed to be in the....you know....." Marik made a circle near his temple with a tanned finger.
"Yeah. I am." Bakura answered
Bakura handed Marik the knocker. "Sorry about that...guess I don't know my own strength."
Marik gave Bakura a tremulous smile. He had no idea what Bakura was doing there. "Ummm...do you want anything?"
What do you ask a psycho once you've invited him into your house? Bakura smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. I do."
"Wh-what is it you want, Bakura?" Marik asked carefully. Bakura hung his head. He never thought that it would be so hard to tell someone you trust about how you feel.
"I want Ryou." Bakura said blankly. Marik sighed in relief. After a moment he realized what Bakura had said. He decided to talk to him.
"Would you like to talk about it Bakura?"
Bakura sighed. Maybe it was time he told someone. Maybe it was time he just gave up, and gave in to the fact that he would never see Ryou again. "Yeah. I think I do."
Marik took Bakura into the kitchen and prepared the kettle on the stove. He sat down in one of the near chairs and looked at Bakura. The only way to talk to Bakura was to let him know he could trust in Marik.
"What do you wish to talk about first Bakura?" Marik asked quietly
"Anything." Bakura replied meekly.
"Okay...let's start with Ryou. Anything about him. Things you admire about him, things you dislike. You choose." Marik said in a comforting voice.
Bakura hesitated for a moment. Was it wise to tell him about Ryou? How he felt? That there wasn't one second in any day he didn't think about Ryou? He had to take a chance. If he kept it in, it was likely he would implode.
"I am damned never to hear his voice again. Never to feel his touch, or see his face. His eyes will never see another day, and it's supposedly because of me. I don't stop thinking of him. When I am asleep, I dream about him. He's gone, yet somehow I feel him there. Like an invisible presence." Just then the kettle squealed, scaring Bakura.
Marik got up and bustled around to make the tea. Bakura sat, deep in his thoughts. Was he really the person who killed Ryou, or was there more to the story than everyone thought.There was a reason Ryou was dead. But what was it?
Marik set a cup of tea in front of Bakura. "Drink it. It will help you relax."
Bakura did as he was told. It was soothing, but not soothing enough. He was still in pain. The loss of Ryou had gotten to him, and it had hit feircly too. Perhaps this was a way to help him realize how much Ryou really meant to him.
"Maybe you should get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning" Marik's voice yanked Bakura out of his thoughts. Bakura nodded his head and let Marik lead him to a bedroom upstairs.
The bedroom was cool and dark. Perfect surroundings to make him sleep quicker. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to go to sleep, but it was too late. The minute he layed his head on the feather pillow, he was asleep....
Ryou sat down beside Bakura in a room unknown to Bakura. "Please, Bakura. You have to pull through. You can't die on me. You mean to much to me......."
Bakura lay motionless on a bed. The room was white, similar to the one in which he had woke up in on his first day at the mental institute.
That was what he needed to know: Wherever Ryou was, he still cared......
Bakura awoke in a white room. He tried to move but his legs and arms were bound to the bed. He sighed. He already knew where he was. Why make a fuss? It would just end up making his body as heavy as lead whales washed up on a beach.
Bakura opened his eyes and found him face-to-face with his favorite guy in the world.....Pegasus. There are no words to describe the hatred Bakura felt for this man and if there was, they would be pretty nasty.
"Good morning Bakur-a." Pegasus literally sang the last part of his name, resulting in Bakura's left eye twitching. "Did you sleep well? I hope so because we have a looooong day ahead of us."
Bakura's eye kept twitching. "What's with all of this we stuff?" Bakura said in a dangerous voice.
"We are going to spend a lot of time together Bakura." Pegasus said with a grin, complete with a severely scary lust-filled eye.
"Great." Bakura said sarcastically.
"Isn't it? Now. To the questions. What would you do to get Ryou back Bakura?" Pegasus asked.
"I'd sell the remnants of my soul, no matter how it burned." Replied Bakura. And it was true. He would go to the extreme just to hear his hikari once more.
"Really? Would you? Or are you just saying such things?"
"I would do as I said a million times over if it meant I'd get a mere glimps of him." Bakura said.
"Oh. I have clearly underestimated your loyalty to this boy. Tell me. What is going on inside your head right now?" Pegasus was getting annoying by these petty questions, but Bakura couldn't do anything about it but deal with it.
"He is no boy. He is mature and wise beyond his years. Perhaps smarter than some of his teachers." Bakura replied.
"I want to know your thoughts, not Ryou's life history." Pegasus stated.
"Do you really want to know what's going on in my head? If so you better prepare yourself. This could get nasty."
"Just say it." Pegasus demanded.
Bakura closed his eyes and began to speak: "......There is fire everywhere. I want to kill. I wish to die. Ryou is in one corner. Happy. I am in another. Broken, damned and drained. You are in another corner, probing me for answers that even I do not know. A shadowy figure is in the other corner. Laughing. Brandishing a bloody knife. In the middle...a hospital bed. Where I lay, unconsious. Unaware of all that surrounds me...except Ryou, who is sitting beside the bed."
There was a moment where Pegasus' jaw looked ready to drop to the floor, but he got a hold on himself.
"I see. Tell me more about Ryou. What you feel. Why you killed him."
"I DIDN'T KILL HIM! DAMNIT WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?!" After that outburst there was silence. Bakura laughed.
"I get it now. You don't believe me...because you think I'm insane. Well Peggy, I got news for you. I would never kill Ryou, but I wouldn't think twice about killing you."
"I see. Now tell me anything that comes to mind." Pegasus wasn't too affected by this threat.
Bakura thought for a while. "Those who fear the past, beware the future....I get it!! I was possessed once before. In Egypt. I killed my family. The same person must have done it again. I was afraid of it happening again in my sub-concious. I was afraid of killing those who are close to me. And I did. But not intentionally, I was possessed....being mind controlled. And there is only one person I know that can control minds....." Bakura laughed uncontrolably.
"Give him the shot."
There was a pinching sensation and all went black..........
Author's Notes: That was pretty weird. I need to know if this story is coming out good. Plz reveiw and tell me so I may continue. Hope ya liked the chappie.....- R&R!!!!!! Plz note that chappies are going to become a great deal shorter. CYA!!