Heyaaaaas! Gods, my head kills me some time soon. . . I feel like I'm
getting ill. It wouldn't be that bad if it was a disease though ^^ No, I
have to be allergic of every pollen that comes my way. Sigh. Anyways,
today, it's my own turn to do the reviews too.
To trefenwyd12: Thank you so much! I'm glad you like these fics of mine –glomps- It would be terrible if I would be chased down and wouldn't get a cookie indeed O__O Anyways! I try to make it as graphic as I can. –nods- Soon, the real plot of PFII will begin. . .
To Anime Crazed: If I would tell you what's next then you wouldn't get the suspense –giggles-
To Pocketfirefairy: I will, promise ^^
To magicianofblackchaos23: Yep, in Germany we call Shizuka Serenity too. It's the American's fault though -__- Because we translated from English to German than from Japanese. I'm glad you like it ^__^ And, yes, Ryou does always get through. .
To HiTechDragon: UH. . thanks!
To Silver Arrow: Yep, Seto screaming doesn't fit him, but. . . he kinda freaked ^^"
To Rowan Girl: Thank you ^^ I used your suggestion in this chapter. It's a good one. It reminded me a bit of The Never Ending Story though. . . there's nothingness, too. ^^
To SugarKat: UH. . . yami-chan? Don't laugh at Seto. Pity him. I tell you for the last time now. ^___^
To Aman-chan and Rae: Thank you ^__^ Well, my yami doesn't know either what I'm up to next *grins* I feel sorry for Aman-chan. . . It's my fault she's in a daze now T.T
To Fluffylittledragon: Me? An Anzu-basher? I would have killed her long ago slowly and painfully if I was. NO, I actually like Anzu ^___^ That's why I paired her up with Mariku –drools- uhm. . . kinda. Yeah, in Germany Battle City is coming to an end too. Seto is duelling Joey, and Malik wants to get his body back from within Tea's mind. Yeah. –sighs- GO TAURUS! And I don't think I'm psychic ^^" I just like the movie. . . I like the little cricket, too.
I feel alone. . . –sighs- The cast has gone to get some food. I hope they'll bring some ramen noodles. ^___^ Enjoy!
*~*
Ryou awoke from screaming and yelling downstairs. It didn't do him anything good though since he couldn't see. . . everything was dark yet light; it was as if he was staring into pure nothingness. The boy hadn't bothered with crying for himself, nor had he wondered. He began too, though.
What did he do wrong to be punished?, he asked himself, immediately finding an answer.
*You stole from people.*
'But everyone does that. . . Mariku and Bakura did it too!'
*Yeah, and they were punished thoroughly, weren't they?'
With that, the menacing little voice in the back of his mind was quiet. Ryou knew he was right, though he was arguing with himself, again, as Anzu would put it in. . by that thought, he wondered what had happened downstairs, and after a moment hesitating, he started calling for the first person in his mind; Bakura.
Footsteps neared, though they weren't Bakura's, Ryou noticed, but he was glad anyone was going to be with him. He didn't want to be alone. The boy feared the nothingness. Someone gingerly sat down on the side of his bed.
"Bakura will be with you soon."
"Shizuka-chan?"
The girl nodded, shook her head then, and answered. "Yeah. Did you have a bad dream, Ryou-chan?"
The albino noticed the gentle seriousness in Shizuka's voice, so unlike her, and cocked his head.
"No. I woke up because everyone was yelling. . . "
A delicate hand rested upon his own.
"I don't know if I should tell you. . we weren't yelling actually."
"But-"
"We were screaming. Screaming and gasping and crying.", Shizuka answered, her voice cracking slightly, the bitterness of tears in her very presence.
"What happened?"
"Anzu-chan. . . she. . . she is. . "
"Badly hurt.", another voice came from the door, and both teens looked up, Shizuka seeing the lithe form of Isis standing there.
"Shizuka, you should go and take care of Seto."
The weight left Ryou's bed and was replaced with another as Isis took Shizuka's place.
"What happened to her?"
Isis stared into lifeless hazy orbs that had been bright once, gulping.
"She cut herself."
"How did that happen? Did she have an accident?", Ryou asked worriedly. Isis hated herself for telling Ryou what Bakura should've told him, to be there for comfort. . .
"No, Ryou. She did it on purpose.", the woman said softly, trying to be as calm as she could.
Tears filled Ryou's unseeing eyes. "Does that mean she. . "
"Yes. Anzu committed suicide.", Isis whispered, not quite believing it herself, and petted the boy's head soothingly as he broke down sobbing when realization hit him.
"Cry, Ryou. . .you will feel better afterwards. . "
~Now I try hard to make it, I just wanna make you proud~
~Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever~
~I'm sorry, I can't be perfect~
Bakura stared unfocused at the thick glass in front of him, soft buzzing of the machine filling his ears. After he had shoved Seto out of the bathroom, he had picked the supposedly dead girl up as softly as if she could feel it, and had held her close.
That moment, he felt the soft pounding under his fingertips, almost not there, faint and light. . . but it was there. Wordlessly he had left the room and brought her down to the recovering chamber, linking her to the machine, and watching her faint heartbeat growing steady as blood started to be built up again.
~Now it's just too late and we can't go back~
"If you just told me. . . "
~I'm sorry, I can't be perfect~
Bakura opened another folder, when a message blinked up on the screen. The second time that night a gasp was heard within the empty room.
+Heartbeat steadied+
+Heartbeat recovering+, it said, as another window blinked and two instead of one chart showed him how fast the girl's heart pumped the blood through her body. . .
But the first heartbeat was steadied indeed, slow and almost strong again, while the second was slightly faster and more shallow.
"She's. . . "
~Please don't turn your back now, I wished I could talk to you but you don't understand. . ~
Bakura sank down in his chair, staring at the flowing body speechlessly, eyes fastening themselves on the girl's abdomen.
"But. . . who. . ?"
He decided he needed help. Fast.
Isis jumped a bit while holding the sobbing Ryou when Bakura stormed in, panting and clearly shocked. Throwing himself on the bed next to Ryou, he looked at Isis, then at his love, and his face darkened.
"Ryou, why are you crying?"
The little one looked up. "B-Bakura. . "
"I told him. . . about Anzu.", Isis stated quietly. Bakura nodded while pulling Ryou into an embrace. "Yeah, about her. . . Isis, I need your help."
The older woman's eyes narrowed slightly in sudden seriousness, and her features became calm. "What is it?"
"She's alive."
"WHAT?"
Ryou's head shot up. "Really?"
"Yes. She slashed her wrists, that's true, but it seems she didn't want to though."
"How's that?", Ryou asked, blinking up at Bakura curiously. The older one smiled down slightly at his love, petting the boy's cheek softly.
"To kill yourself, you have to cut your veins open vertically. If you make a horizontal line around your wrist, the cut itself stops the blood from flowing after a while. You can lose enough blood to pass out, but certainly not enough to die. . . the blood would dry on the cut soon after."
"There were cases where a person died because of horizontal cuts. . . ", Isis stated worriedly. Bakura nodded.
"Of course. But you seem to forget that in these cases there weren't just two or three cuts, but the whole wrist slashed open in one large wound. That Anzu didn't use her weapon to commit suicide tells me that she didn't want to die."
The top thief wiped Ryou's remaining tears away from creamy cheeks when they stopped. "Can I. . . see her?", the smaller one asked quietly. It was perfectly clear for him that he couldn't really –see- her, but her presence would help him greatly.
"Yes, you can.", Bakura replied, picking the boy up bridal style before turning to Isis. "Also, I need your help about something. . . just to make something sure."
A few minutes later, Bakura had placed Ryou on the chair he formerly was sitting on himself, standing behind him with one hand on the boy's head, petting the snowy hair softly, while Isis sat on another chair, typing furiously. Her calm eyes widened when she stopped, staring at the screen.
"So?", Bakura softly interrupted the silence. Since the recovering chamber had stopped working, Anzu's motionless and unconscious body floated freely in the blue-ish water, an oxygen mask placed over her face, revealing only her closed eyes and leaving her breathing calmly. Obviously, she only slept now. Ryou had placed a hand on the warm glass, now turning to Isis, as did Bakura.
"You were right.", she said, leaning back and exhaling slowly.
"So there is more than. . . one life in there."
Isis nodded. "It's true. Anzu is pregnant." Ryou's eyes widened. "Anzu's going to get a baby?"
"That is the meaning of being pregnant, Ryou-chan."
"But. . . who's the dad?"
Bakura closed his eyes briefly and opened them again as he had turned to Anzu; an almost sad expression deep within them. "If we only knew. . . "
"There's a way to find out you know."
". . . !"
"OH come on, Bakura, didn't you know that? Even before Egypt was destroyed you could tell who the father of a child was. If you had both the child's and the assumedly father's DNA . . . you can get it through saliva, for example. Or blood."
"Well we don't even –have- an assumed father, so where to get DNA?"
Isis sighed deeply and shook her head. "Did I raise you that dumb. . ?" Bakura pouted. The woman smiled softly at him, then continued speaking.
"We got a large data base in here. Every single person from Japan is added in there, with their names, home cities, and stuff like that. Also, with DNA specimen and pictures. Some important people from other countries as well, and certainly everyone anyone of us knows. Trust me, I can find out who made Anzu attempt suicide."
"Good", replied Bakura grimly. "Then find out, and I will kill whoever it is."
A beeping sound echoed in the room. All three of them turned to the computer to see if something was wrong, maybe with the recovering chamber; but when Bakura lifted his left arm, his wrist watch blinked and the monitor bedded in it slowly extended. The albino frowned. . . what did Shizuka want now? She was the one contacting him through this the most. Couldn't she just make a phone call. . . ?
Bakura's mind was wiped blank when the screen flickered and Yami's exhausted face appeared. His supposed-to-be enemy had dark rings from lack of sleep under his eyes, the golden bangs hung into the overly pale face messier than anytime else Bakura had seen it. The albino could tell Yami was at the edge of tears.
"What do you want?"
"Bakura. . .there's something not right. . .with Yuugi."
*~*
Muhahahaha. . . err. . . sorry. ^^"
To trefenwyd12: Thank you so much! I'm glad you like these fics of mine –glomps- It would be terrible if I would be chased down and wouldn't get a cookie indeed O__O Anyways! I try to make it as graphic as I can. –nods- Soon, the real plot of PFII will begin. . .
To Anime Crazed: If I would tell you what's next then you wouldn't get the suspense –giggles-
To Pocketfirefairy: I will, promise ^^
To magicianofblackchaos23: Yep, in Germany we call Shizuka Serenity too. It's the American's fault though -__- Because we translated from English to German than from Japanese. I'm glad you like it ^__^ And, yes, Ryou does always get through. .
To HiTechDragon: UH. . thanks!
To Silver Arrow: Yep, Seto screaming doesn't fit him, but. . . he kinda freaked ^^"
To Rowan Girl: Thank you ^^ I used your suggestion in this chapter. It's a good one. It reminded me a bit of The Never Ending Story though. . . there's nothingness, too. ^^
To SugarKat: UH. . . yami-chan? Don't laugh at Seto. Pity him. I tell you for the last time now. ^___^
To Aman-chan and Rae: Thank you ^__^ Well, my yami doesn't know either what I'm up to next *grins* I feel sorry for Aman-chan. . . It's my fault she's in a daze now T.T
To Fluffylittledragon: Me? An Anzu-basher? I would have killed her long ago slowly and painfully if I was. NO, I actually like Anzu ^___^ That's why I paired her up with Mariku –drools- uhm. . . kinda. Yeah, in Germany Battle City is coming to an end too. Seto is duelling Joey, and Malik wants to get his body back from within Tea's mind. Yeah. –sighs- GO TAURUS! And I don't think I'm psychic ^^" I just like the movie. . . I like the little cricket, too.
I feel alone. . . –sighs- The cast has gone to get some food. I hope they'll bring some ramen noodles. ^___^ Enjoy!
*~*
Ryou awoke from screaming and yelling downstairs. It didn't do him anything good though since he couldn't see. . . everything was dark yet light; it was as if he was staring into pure nothingness. The boy hadn't bothered with crying for himself, nor had he wondered. He began too, though.
What did he do wrong to be punished?, he asked himself, immediately finding an answer.
*You stole from people.*
'But everyone does that. . . Mariku and Bakura did it too!'
*Yeah, and they were punished thoroughly, weren't they?'
With that, the menacing little voice in the back of his mind was quiet. Ryou knew he was right, though he was arguing with himself, again, as Anzu would put it in. . by that thought, he wondered what had happened downstairs, and after a moment hesitating, he started calling for the first person in his mind; Bakura.
Footsteps neared, though they weren't Bakura's, Ryou noticed, but he was glad anyone was going to be with him. He didn't want to be alone. The boy feared the nothingness. Someone gingerly sat down on the side of his bed.
"Bakura will be with you soon."
"Shizuka-chan?"
The girl nodded, shook her head then, and answered. "Yeah. Did you have a bad dream, Ryou-chan?"
The albino noticed the gentle seriousness in Shizuka's voice, so unlike her, and cocked his head.
"No. I woke up because everyone was yelling. . . "
A delicate hand rested upon his own.
"I don't know if I should tell you. . we weren't yelling actually."
"But-"
"We were screaming. Screaming and gasping and crying.", Shizuka answered, her voice cracking slightly, the bitterness of tears in her very presence.
"What happened?"
"Anzu-chan. . . she. . . she is. . "
"Badly hurt.", another voice came from the door, and both teens looked up, Shizuka seeing the lithe form of Isis standing there.
"Shizuka, you should go and take care of Seto."
The weight left Ryou's bed and was replaced with another as Isis took Shizuka's place.
"What happened to her?"
Isis stared into lifeless hazy orbs that had been bright once, gulping.
"She cut herself."
"How did that happen? Did she have an accident?", Ryou asked worriedly. Isis hated herself for telling Ryou what Bakura should've told him, to be there for comfort. . .
"No, Ryou. She did it on purpose.", the woman said softly, trying to be as calm as she could.
Tears filled Ryou's unseeing eyes. "Does that mean she. . "
"Yes. Anzu committed suicide.", Isis whispered, not quite believing it herself, and petted the boy's head soothingly as he broke down sobbing when realization hit him.
"Cry, Ryou. . .you will feel better afterwards. . "
~Now I try hard to make it, I just wanna make you proud~
~Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever~
~I'm sorry, I can't be perfect~
Bakura stared unfocused at the thick glass in front of him, soft buzzing of the machine filling his ears. After he had shoved Seto out of the bathroom, he had picked the supposedly dead girl up as softly as if she could feel it, and had held her close.
That moment, he felt the soft pounding under his fingertips, almost not there, faint and light. . . but it was there. Wordlessly he had left the room and brought her down to the recovering chamber, linking her to the machine, and watching her faint heartbeat growing steady as blood started to be built up again.
~Now it's just too late and we can't go back~
"If you just told me. . . "
~I'm sorry, I can't be perfect~
Bakura opened another folder, when a message blinked up on the screen. The second time that night a gasp was heard within the empty room.
+Heartbeat steadied+
+Heartbeat recovering+, it said, as another window blinked and two instead of one chart showed him how fast the girl's heart pumped the blood through her body. . .
But the first heartbeat was steadied indeed, slow and almost strong again, while the second was slightly faster and more shallow.
"She's. . . "
~Please don't turn your back now, I wished I could talk to you but you don't understand. . ~
Bakura sank down in his chair, staring at the flowing body speechlessly, eyes fastening themselves on the girl's abdomen.
"But. . . who. . ?"
He decided he needed help. Fast.
Isis jumped a bit while holding the sobbing Ryou when Bakura stormed in, panting and clearly shocked. Throwing himself on the bed next to Ryou, he looked at Isis, then at his love, and his face darkened.
"Ryou, why are you crying?"
The little one looked up. "B-Bakura. . "
"I told him. . . about Anzu.", Isis stated quietly. Bakura nodded while pulling Ryou into an embrace. "Yeah, about her. . . Isis, I need your help."
The older woman's eyes narrowed slightly in sudden seriousness, and her features became calm. "What is it?"
"She's alive."
"WHAT?"
Ryou's head shot up. "Really?"
"Yes. She slashed her wrists, that's true, but it seems she didn't want to though."
"How's that?", Ryou asked, blinking up at Bakura curiously. The older one smiled down slightly at his love, petting the boy's cheek softly.
"To kill yourself, you have to cut your veins open vertically. If you make a horizontal line around your wrist, the cut itself stops the blood from flowing after a while. You can lose enough blood to pass out, but certainly not enough to die. . . the blood would dry on the cut soon after."
"There were cases where a person died because of horizontal cuts. . . ", Isis stated worriedly. Bakura nodded.
"Of course. But you seem to forget that in these cases there weren't just two or three cuts, but the whole wrist slashed open in one large wound. That Anzu didn't use her weapon to commit suicide tells me that she didn't want to die."
The top thief wiped Ryou's remaining tears away from creamy cheeks when they stopped. "Can I. . . see her?", the smaller one asked quietly. It was perfectly clear for him that he couldn't really –see- her, but her presence would help him greatly.
"Yes, you can.", Bakura replied, picking the boy up bridal style before turning to Isis. "Also, I need your help about something. . . just to make something sure."
A few minutes later, Bakura had placed Ryou on the chair he formerly was sitting on himself, standing behind him with one hand on the boy's head, petting the snowy hair softly, while Isis sat on another chair, typing furiously. Her calm eyes widened when she stopped, staring at the screen.
"So?", Bakura softly interrupted the silence. Since the recovering chamber had stopped working, Anzu's motionless and unconscious body floated freely in the blue-ish water, an oxygen mask placed over her face, revealing only her closed eyes and leaving her breathing calmly. Obviously, she only slept now. Ryou had placed a hand on the warm glass, now turning to Isis, as did Bakura.
"You were right.", she said, leaning back and exhaling slowly.
"So there is more than. . . one life in there."
Isis nodded. "It's true. Anzu is pregnant." Ryou's eyes widened. "Anzu's going to get a baby?"
"That is the meaning of being pregnant, Ryou-chan."
"But. . . who's the dad?"
Bakura closed his eyes briefly and opened them again as he had turned to Anzu; an almost sad expression deep within them. "If we only knew. . . "
"There's a way to find out you know."
". . . !"
"OH come on, Bakura, didn't you know that? Even before Egypt was destroyed you could tell who the father of a child was. If you had both the child's and the assumedly father's DNA . . . you can get it through saliva, for example. Or blood."
"Well we don't even –have- an assumed father, so where to get DNA?"
Isis sighed deeply and shook her head. "Did I raise you that dumb. . ?" Bakura pouted. The woman smiled softly at him, then continued speaking.
"We got a large data base in here. Every single person from Japan is added in there, with their names, home cities, and stuff like that. Also, with DNA specimen and pictures. Some important people from other countries as well, and certainly everyone anyone of us knows. Trust me, I can find out who made Anzu attempt suicide."
"Good", replied Bakura grimly. "Then find out, and I will kill whoever it is."
A beeping sound echoed in the room. All three of them turned to the computer to see if something was wrong, maybe with the recovering chamber; but when Bakura lifted his left arm, his wrist watch blinked and the monitor bedded in it slowly extended. The albino frowned. . . what did Shizuka want now? She was the one contacting him through this the most. Couldn't she just make a phone call. . . ?
Bakura's mind was wiped blank when the screen flickered and Yami's exhausted face appeared. His supposed-to-be enemy had dark rings from lack of sleep under his eyes, the golden bangs hung into the overly pale face messier than anytime else Bakura had seen it. The albino could tell Yami was at the edge of tears.
"What do you want?"
"Bakura. . .there's something not right. . .with Yuugi."
*~*
Muhahahaha. . . err. . . sorry. ^^"