Chapter 12: Why I hate Ryou

Name: Bakura

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For the record, I was tempted to stop here and not continue. Yet, again due to my lack of planned activities, I'm continuing. I do, however, retain the right to end this, ahem, transcript at anytime I deem fit. So put that in your pipe and smoke it! (Isn't that a great phrase? Ask your master what it means if you're not sure.)

Yami wanted me to come to the meeting. I suppose he trusted my opinion enough to want it, not to mention I'm pretty good at crowd control. Hey, if you kill them all, there's no crowd. No crowd equals no problem.

So I came… and was bored out of my mind. I wasn't terribly interested in the actual meeting, and I wouldn't have come if Yami hadn't asked, but I was there, and of course I brought Ryou so I could keep an eye on him and keep him… out of trouble.

As a side note, I still blame Yami for what happened and I don't care if he's dead or not. Just because his sorry ass is negative six feet in location doesn't mean I forgive him. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have been there and, if I hadn't been there, nothing would have happened. As it was, I was just sitting in a corner, minding my own business, when… BAM! Karma bites me in the ass. I still have the bite mark too.

I bet you think I'm crazy; who knows, maybe I am.

But at any rate, I was there, keeping a watchful eye on Ryou and the crowd below. I was sitting alone on the balcony railing near the back of the large hall because Ryou had been talking with Jou's child, Mokuba, and a mutual friend, who was standing with the hunters.

(The hall we were in had three levels. There was the entrance level that was just a small area, which led to a flight of stairs. The next area, which was divided off from the first area by a glass railing, was the largest and it was where the other vampires had congregated for the meeting. I was sitting on the balcony that overlooked the second area and shaded that large chair Yami was sitting in.)

Finally Yami decided that enough people had come to start the meeting, but I wasn't really listening. I knew Yami didn't really care what any of the lesser vampires thought; he never did.

I let my eyes scan the crowd quickly and noted that Ryou, who had left his friends, had gone back to stand with Yami and his slave. I also noted that Mokuba had gotten pushed almost to the back of the crowd.

I sort of zoned out for a while but I turned my full attention to the meeting when Mai, Yami's child, ran in and crashed into Jou. The crowd could smell the silver coming out of Mai's back and the whispers of approaching hunters soon turned to panicked shouting. Yami tried to shout over the crowd's voice but Jou ignored him as he held Mai's dead body.

Ignoring their dead messenger, most of the crowd started to panic and a few pulled out weapons. Others ran to the nearby racks that held swords and other weapons. I pulled a dagger from my belt and moved into a crouch so I could run if I had to.

I heard more shouting and cries of panic followed by rapid gunfire and I knew that the hunters had found us. I quickly found Ryou, who had grabbed Yugi and was hiding behind the large chair Yami had been sitting in. Jumping off the balcony, I landed on Yami's chair as the hunters rushed up the stairs and the vampires began to fight back. I watched Yami grab a sword from a rack nearby and I called to him. Yami looked up and tossed me one. Nodding my thanks, I hopped off his chair and began to wade through the carnage in search of a good fight.

I heard Ryou call out my name and I turned to see a gun pointed at my forehead.

"Oh…" I whispered, as I ducked out of the way, just missing a silver bullet in the brain. I slashed at the hunter's ankles as I fell onto my hip. The hunter jumped out of the way and tried to re-aim, but Ryou grabbed his arm.

"Leave him alone!" Ryou cried, as he grabbed the hunter's wrist. "Stop!"

"Ryou!" I shouted, trying to warn him, but it was too late. I couldn't see anything from where I was lying, but I heard a gunshot and watched as Ryou's body jerked violently before falling backwards onto my chest. I looked at his body in shock and sat up, momentarily forgetting about the hunter. I touched Ryou's chest and my fingers found a small hole right by his heart. I brought my fingers to my lips and I knew instantly that Ryou was dead.

I don't remember much more for a while. I only remember seeing Ryou's face, his eyes wide with shock, lying on my chest. His head lolled to the side and I was looking right into his eyes. His large dead eyes. Empty brown eyes. Searching… Pleading… sad and lonely… beg…

……

I just remember his eyes… that's all.

I… Apparently, I went crazy and killed everyone who came within reach. Yami fought with me and together we finished off most of the battle.

I snapped out of it when the fighting around me ended. I just stopped in mid-swing, because there was no one there. I was still standing over Ryou's body, but I didn't look down at him. I looked over at Yami. He was holding Yugi close to him, but I diverted my eyes once I realized that Yami was changing Yugi.

With a sigh, I dropped my sword with a clatter and bent down to picked up Ryou, before walking towards the exit. I walked past the dead, the dying, the doctors and the mourners, but I didn't really see them.

I just left; walked out. And I didn't stop walking until I reached a medium-sized town roughly two days later.

I'd like to say that they simply did as I asked and cremated Ryou without a question, but that would be a lie. Apparently, they thought I had killed him. I had to kill some kid's fucking dog before they would believe that I meant business.

I was the only one who was present for Ryou's cremation and burial, except a priest and the two undertakers. I bought a spot in a wall for Ryou's ashes to be placed and every fifty years I'll have to send more money to renew it. Until I die again, that's it. But then again, I suppose I might be one of the last people who really cares.

As a side note: I've included the address and a map (with directions) to the burial area, in case you, or anyone you're in contact with, wish to visit Ryou. If you do visit, you should know that I didn't know Ryou's last name, so I gave him mine. Bakura Ryou; sounds nice, doesn't it?

You know, I didn't cry when Ryou died, and I didn't cry at all during the burial process. I never even cry on the occasion that I'm passing through the town and I go to visit Ryou. I never saw a point to it; crying, I mean. It won't bring him back. I realized that the last time I cried was nine hundred years ago. But tears don't bring anything back. Sucks, huh?

……

Upon reflection, I really fucking hate you, Kaiba. Yeah, I hope you're happy; I hope you're really happy. You sit there on that throne of yours, in that nice safe life you've built, and, for whatever reason, you decide to play God. Isn't it bad enough that everyone suffers once? No, you have to remind us of how life kicked us in the nuts.

You know that no one really won that battle, right?

I didn't; Ryou sure as hell didn't.

The hunter's didn't and Yami didn't.

Marik and his boy toy didn't.

You want to know who did win? It wasn't who won the most; it was who lost the least. Well, good for fucking you, Kaiba; it looks like you won.

Now, just in case you think about e-mailing me back, you'd better read this bit. If I hear from you ever again, I'll kill you. And I'll kill your brother, too, just for kicks.

And don't even think about tracing this e-mail and sending someone after me, for whatever sick purpose you might dream up. I'm typing this from an Internet café and I'm leaving my current place of residence in less than an hour. Besides, I'd only kill anyone you sent after me if I saw him or her.

Well, that's about all for me. Send my regards to Jou; I owe that much to Marik.

Have a nice life, dick; it's more than the rest of us got.

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