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Author's note: This was a spur of the moment story I just thought up. Do you like it?
Leaving the Grave
Ryou POV:
I opened up yet another box in his room. This one was full of CDs and DVDs. I sighed as I remembered him staying up late at night to watch them. I giggled at the Brittany Spears CD, it was his guilty pleasure. My laugh turned into tears and I pushed the box away. I hugged my knees and lay down on his lavender carpet. It still smelt like him, even though he hadn't been in it for 5 days. 5 days I'll never forget.
Flash back
It was 5:00 and I was in the kitchen cooking dinner like I normally do. That night was turkey and stuffing.
"Bakura, dinner," I called at him down the hall. Since his door was shut tight I said it again even louder. I even told him what it was, since it was his favorite. Still I heard nothing come from his room.
"He must be in a really bad mood," I thought as I put his dinner on a plate and placed it in the fridge for him. I ate my dinner and watched TV for awhile.
3 hours had gone by and still I heard no noise come from his room. My only assumption was that he probably had fallen asleep.
The morning came and I checked the fridge to see his dinner still there. Now I knew something was seriously wrong. I went to the door of his room.
At first I hesitated and then tried to open it. Like usual it was locked. I went to the study to retrieve a paper clip. I was able to pick the lock open, and there I found him.
I must have stood there for a good 15 minutes, starring at his body. Mixed emotions filled my head. I was confused, sad, worried, a bit happy, and nervous. Natural instinct made my hand pick up the phone and dial 911.
The paramedics got there and claimed his death around 4:45 last night. I just stood there in the room in shock as I watched people come and clean up the blood and take away the knife that was used.
My knees felt week, so I let them rest on the floor as my eyes stayed peeled to the cleanup. The last thing they did was take the body out.
"No," I cried to one of the paramedics who were carrying him out.
He looked at me with deep eyes. He turned his head and continued to take him away.
Just then a business man came up to me. He bent down to look me straight the eyes, which were still gazing at where Bakura's body was.
"I have some information on a funeral home. I'll set it up and everything, all you need to do is come." He said handing me a card. I took it from his hand, but my eyes didn't leave where Bakura died.
"Thanks" I muttered. A while later everyone was gone. I still hadn't moved from my position. I kept starring at the floor.
"Thanks" I muttered to the floor where he had died. My brain processed the events previous to this in order to find his motive. The day was normal, nothing extreme or depressing. Maybe it wasn't what happened that day, maybe something happened awhile ago and it finally hit him.
End Flashback