Silence
By Katia-chan
A/N: I decided it was time to dig up old fics from the pit and update them. I don't know how long the chapters will be, but I just had to do this. There are 4 fics that have been updated since last Christmas, and it's just killing my sense of duty. Doubtless all the people who started reading have long since grown up by now, but I have to try.
Just to mention it, since I seem to be having trouble with symbols the line breaks, which are usually marked by parentheses, will be marked by bbb. Until I get my act together and fix the problems.
Role fic!
Enjoy!
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We finished our meal in silence and then Bakura walked me back to our room. A box sat on my bed and I stared at it reluctantly.
"From your dad?" Bakura asked, slipping out of his clothes, exposing neon pink boxers. I stared open mouthed at him and he laughed. "They were a present from Malik for my birthday. Don't worry, he now has a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers that he has to wear as long as I have to wear these.
I was relieved he had forgotten about the box, but I had to open it since it probably contained some of the necessary things that the oh so kind thug who had drugged me and carried me off hadn't given me much time to gather my things. I stared in dismay however, at the packing tape. Bakura looked over at me and laughed. "Sucks to finally realize that scissors are a thing of the past, doesn't it?" He grabbed the box from me and bit right into the packing tape. I heard it split and covered my mouth.
"It's ok, I have sharp teeth." He grinned at me, exposing I'd have to say, the most frightening set of teeth I had ever encountered. Feeling skeptical and a little worried I ripped from the bite mark he had made and got the thing open.
I turned it upside down, knowing my father wouldn't send anything breakable, luny bin rules. I pulled out an arm full of clothes, which I put into the drawers while Bakura sat cross legged on his bed watching me. Then I went back to the box and found toiletries and other useless things. After storing these I looked in, making sure I hadn't missed anything. On the bottom sat a thick leather bound book. I picked it up and opened it. I found a note in my father's neat scrawl.
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Ryou,
I am so sorry it ever had to come to this, and I hope you can forgive me one of these days in the near future. I know this is for your own good and that you will get so much help at RiverSide. You are my only won, and I want to talk like we used to.
This is a journal I bought especially for you, so you can tell it everything that goes through your head, and then when you start talking to me again we can read it together and I can give you the advice a father should give. More of your books are on the way, probably tomorrow or the next day.
Try hard Ryou. Good luck!
Dat
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I scowled at the book, slammed it shut and sent it crashing into the wall. How dare he act like I'd ever talk to him? How dare he assume that I would share my most private thoughts with him, the man who put me away? That filthy bastard!
Bakura stared at me, then at the book on the floor. "Don't write much?" he asked. I sighed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and sitting on the floor in the corner. It was true, I didn't write much. I figured that if talking wasn't going to happen then there was no need to form my thoughts into words either. Words were written words were worse then speech. They stayed on the paper, and they didn't slip away on a breeze. They stayed on the page and haunted you, they made you relive and regret. No, I never wrote.
I got up, flushed the toilet and walked back out in the room. Bakura lay sprawled across his bed, his chest covered by a large bathrobe. He was studying a piece of paper and grinning.
"We got our schedules for the week, and I get doc Laymen. He's so fun to play mind games with." He looked overjoyed. I looked at my bed where my own paper sat. Picking it up I read to myself.
8:00 Breakfast
9:00 Group meeting
11:00 Lunch
12:00 therapy session with DR. Cramer
1:00 exercise in gym
3:00 study hall/freetime
5:00 group meeting with motivational speaker.
7:00 dinner
9:30 in rooms
10:00 lights out
11:00 sedation
I stared at the list. Good god, what a hellish day. "Don't worry about it Ryou, those things don't last as long as the schedules say they do. The only things that are ever ontime are the meals. The longest lasting, especially for people like me who enjoy torture is the private therapy session. Your first one will last quite a while, because they'll try to make a break through right away." He continued to speak, but I stopped listening, instead looking out the window. How could this have happened? I didn't understand, and I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be in my bed, in my house, in my own little bubble of calm and quiet.
It took me a second to realize that Bakura had stopped talking and was staring at me. He smiled sadly and got up, patting my shoulder. "It's ok, I know you miss being out of here. We all do, it's. just something you have to get used to." I stared up at him for a long time, studying the picture before me. His pale skin, so marred by lines, looked almost like the cracks in shattered glass.
I'm afraid I would have gone on with these musings if he hadn't suddenly looked at the door and jumped over my bed.
"Isis, what are you doing here? It's almost room time." I looked over to see Malik's sister. She stood in the door, wringing her hands and looking anxious. Bakura put a hand on her arm. "Is Malik at a late session?" She gave a tiny nod and Bakura sighed. "Come on, let's get you back to your room, I'll stay with you until he comes back." He lead her from the room and I watched them go. I didn't even want to think how long Bakura had been here, if he knew how to deal with someone like Isis. I didn't even know how to deal with myself yet, much less another nutcase like me.
I changed into my white silk pajama pants and, feeling to white, slipped on a red pair instead. One thing you could give the old man, he certainly knew how to pack everything.
I stood in the middle of the room for a minute, and then I just had to. I picked up the journal and found a pen on the desk and started writing on the pag4e across from my father's oh so sweet and meaningful note.
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Father,
You'll never know what's wrong with me, because you couldn't understand.
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I gritted my teeth, I couldn't say all I wanted to say here, the journal was listening, and to say them would mean to explain my reasons, or risk being called a hypocrite by my own psyche. Why did it have to be so hard to write a damned letter! I chucked it at the wall again, pen and all and just sat there for a mintute, then climbed into the sheets and stared angrily at the ceiling.
When Bakura came back later I pretended to be asleep. I saw him through a crack in my lids. He walked over, picked up the journal and pen, set them on the desk and turned around smiling at me.
"No worries kid, the words start coming again, I promise." I almost growled at him, but sleeping people don't growl, so I just tossed around a little and of course accidentally kicked the toothbrush holder off my bed and at him.
"Great, a wild sleeper. Remind me to buy you a stuffed animal next time I get out. It'd do me good." He turned out the light and the room was silent. I continued to brood for a little while longer and then slowly drifted off to sleep to the sound of Bakura's breathing.
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A/N: Short and sweet, but it is something.
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Katia-chan