Self Destruct
By Katia-chan
A/N: Please don't kill me! gets on her knees and begs
Cali: for the love of all things sacred, relax. They won't kill you until you write the rest of this fic.
Well, that could be a while, considering my patterns of updating.
Cali: you're telling me.
Excuse me, but who still has to update her fruits basket fic?
Cali: sweatdrops shut up! That's not my job, it's Erey's!
Sure, excuses excuses. Well, so as to prolong my life a little longer, here's the fic.
Special thanks to Sozuki, who is posting this for me while my computer is down. I love you Sozuki-chan!
Now, enjoy the fic
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"What's going on Ryou?" Ryou's breath shuddered out of him.
"A. A lot." Bakura sat back and looked at his hikari. He didn't know how he had missed it, but the boy seemed a little more faded. His skin was whiter then normal and he had circles under his eyes, dark ones that made it look as if he'd never slept. He was thinner and his usually silky hair seemed flatter, not greasy, just lifeless.
"I can't tell you yami." Ryou whispered. "Please don't make me tell you." The child begged.
Bakura looked into the sad brown eyes that beseeched him. Looking into them he could see sadness and fear and something else, a haunted look. They were the eyes of a hunted man. He had looked similar in Egypt, but the sadness wasn't there, only the madness.
"What else have you done to yourself?" Bakura murmured. Ryou looked torn for a moment, then showed the tiny scar on his hand, then the gash on his stomach. "Hikari, why are you doing this to yourself?"
"I told you," Ryou said, his voice quavering, "I can't tell you." Bakura took the boys' hands and squeezed them gently. "You have to Ryou, I can't sit here and watch you hurt yourself and not know why."
"Please don't," the boy choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks in a torrent. "please don't make me."
"You have to, I don't want to have to have you committed." Ryou's eyes went wide.
"You. You wouldn't."
"I'll have to if you don't. . . "
"No!" Ryou screamed, backing away.
"Ryou, what?. . ." Ryou suddenly stiffened, face going a ghostly gray. "No," he whispered through clenched teeth.
"Will you please tell me?"
Ryou shivered, then spilled a torrent of words. "Th. There are these. These voices in my head." Bakura gave him a starange look. "Ye. Yes, I know I'm c. crazy, but they're there, and they. They won't stop un. Unless there. There is a physically painful experience." He shuddered and the yami watched Ryou's muscles cramp, his eyes clamp shut. "They won't leave me alone, they won't go away." He whimpered.
Bakura opened his mouth to ask more, he was really worried, but then Ryou flopped to the ground, curling in on himself and whimpering softly. "No, please, no." he moaned, trying to get to his feet.
"Ryou? . . . Hikari?" but his questions seemed to fall on dead ears. He thought the boy had gone into some weird coma, but then he screamed.
"Help me Bakura!"
"What. . . "
"Please." This wasn't a scream, but a desperate whimper.
"What should I do. Ryou?"
"Pain, please." Came the groan. "Use the ring, I don't care, just help me." Tears poured out of Ryou's eyes as he seemed to be shrinking.
"I couldn't, you'd die."
"I am!" he sobbed, struggling to his knees. "I am dying, please." Bakura saw that Ryou was right, and that he had no choice. He summoned a small amount of energy and pushed it into the ring.
He had intended to shock the boy lightly, get him out of whatever trance he was in, but the ring had it's own plans. All of the points drove themselves into the flesh of Ryou's chest. He screamed and fell backwards, tumbling to the floor unconscious.
"Ryou!" Bakura leapt forward, grabbing Ryou's shoulders. He shook him, lightly slapping his face, but the boy didn't stir. His chest was red with blood which dripped to the floor and got on Bakura's hands as he investigated the wounds. They were deep, the small amount of energy had gone much farther then he had intended. "Don't you dare die on me Ryou." He muttered, putting his ear close to the boy's mouth. Ryou was breathing, all be it shallowly.
He got to his knees, he didn't know what to do. You couldn't just bandage this stuff, Ryou needed proper medical care, but he couldn't drive. Being 3 thousand years old made you rather idiotic at modern things, which was why Bakura had never gotten his license, he had crashed 2 cars in driving lessons with Ryou, so that had finished htat. He could just take the car, but the risk of getting pulled over and delayed would not be one he would take. He didn't know if it was right, or if it would hurt Ryou, but he just had to get him out of this room. He lifted the boy off the floor and rushed downstairs, propping him up on the couch. The small particle of medical knowledge he possessed told him to prop Ryou up so that the boy's blood didn't rush to the wound. Then he ran into the kitchen to call someone for help.
He grabbed Ryou's address book off the counter and opened it quickly. The pharaoh was out of the question. The damned baka would probably accuse him of trying to kill his light. The puppy probably wasn't capable of driving a scooter much less a car. He wouldn't ask Seto Kaiba, that prick, and he wouldn't ask Tea or Triston. They were both idiots. Then he saw the Ishtar number. Grabbing the phone he dialed. He needed Malik now.
"Hello, Ishtar residence."
"Isis?"
"Yes, who. . . "
"This is Bakura, is Malik in?"
"No, he's out with Rashid grocery shopping." There was a slight tone of amusement in the woman's voice, but Bakura ignored that for now. Well, if Malik wasn't in then he supposed Isis would be just as good as anyone.
"Isis, I need your help."
"Alright, with what?"
"I can't explain everything, but something happened to Ryou, and I tried to shock him out of it with the ring,"
"Some sort of trance?" "
Yes, but when I tried to get him out of it with the ring it didn't shock him, it stabbed him with the points."
"oh my, how bad does it look?"
"Really bad, he's bleeding all over and I need to get him to the hospital, but I can't dri,"
"Don't say anything, I'll be right over."
"Thank,"
"Bakura, listen to me, make sure he's propped up, almost sitting, and put something over the cuts, I don't care what, just something. Then get him so that he's sitting in the middle of some sort of blanket, we'll need him to be on something to get him to my car, just to wrap him in. Is he conscious?"
"No, he passed out. Isis,"
"Yes?"
"With the points...that's how I. . . killed other hosts." There was silence for a moment.
"Bakura, snap out of it, it wasn't your fault and you know it." Her voice was ferm and commanding. "You would lay your life on the lne for Ryou, and if you had to do this to help him then I know you did it for the right reasons." He didn't say anything. "I'll be right over." And she hung up.
He went into the living room and grabbed one of the throw pillows, pressing it to Ryou's chest. The boy moaned softly but didn't move. "Come on Ryou, just a little longer." Bakura whispered, wiping the sweat from Ryou's face. He needed to know what was going on, what had happened, should he get Ryou help? He doubted that whatever this was that it could be cured by doctors. The millennium item holders were usually more cecetable to having incurable problems if they got any, because their minds didn't have a far link from the shadow realm.
He was pulling the pillow away to check the wounds when Isis swept through the door. She said nothing, just laid Ryou flat on his back, gesturing to Bakura. "In my car." Was all she said. Bakura lifted his hikari into his arms and rushed out of the house.
Isis had the back door wide open. "Set him in here, you'll have to ride with him to keep him steady." She herself climbed into the front seat and as soon as Bakura had Ryou flat across the back seat, his head resting in Bakura's lap she took off.
"Should you be going this fast?"
"I can't hurt him with speed, hsave you seen how bad he's bleeding? If we do't hurry he'll bleed to death." Bakura nodded, gripping Ryou's shoulders tightly as they went speeding towards the hospital.
As they swung into the parking lot Isis stopped sharply, sending Bakura's head into the back of the front seat. "If they ask what happened we can't say he fell, there are ten holes in his chest, but he fell on his ring, on the concrete, that's true enough." Bakura nodded and climbed out of the car, holding his bundle tightly to himself.
Isis ran in ahead of him and someone was calling a stretcher which was rushed into the room. A nurse took Ryou from his arms and they rushed him off to the emergency room. One nurse stayed to explain.
"They're taking him to the ER, but by the looks of it we may have to put him under sedation, if he wakes up with half his chest ripped open it may not be good. There is a waiting room for the 2 of you to wait in." she pointed to a small grouping of chairs. Isis grabbed Bakura's hand and led him over, pushing him into a chair and sitting down next to him.
"He'll be fne." She said, watching Bakura's tight face. "You don't give him enough credit, that kid's tougher then you know."
"I give him plenty of credit, I know how tough he is. He survived 3 years with me." Isis almost laughed, but then her face got serious.
"Bakura, he's had the ring for 5 years. What do you mean?" Bakura sighed heavily.
"I guess you guys moved here to late to see that or to be told. We've, well, I mean I've tried to forget." Isis was watching him through those piercing eyes of hers. "Every day." Bakura said bitterly. "Every day I gave that kid living hell. I enjoyed it, I was angry, deprived of vengeance against Yami and unable to vent. I was afraid of where I found myself, and of being ruled by a boy so. . . so, weak." The word seemed to make it's own stab mark into Bakura's chest.
"You hurt him?" Isis asked, looking horrified.
"Yes, it was often, and it was everyday, many times a day. I beat the shit out of him just to make him scream, because he never did." They were silent for a moment, Isis trying to see the murderous bastard in the face of the worried friend, and Bakura running to avoid being diluged with horrible memories. Finally Isis spoke.
"Why did you stop?" Bakura shivered.
"Because he screamed." Tears pooled in the spirit's eyes. "Because, before that he only begged and cried, that day he screamed and then tried to throw himself out of his bedroom window. I stopped him, but he. He pulled away and slit his wrists with his letter opener." Bakura wiped the tears from his eyes roughly. "He. He told me that he. That he hoped that I would drown in his blood, and that he wished me into the deepest pit of hell. That he hoped. Hoped I would suffer eternal pain in immortality. I hope that you live forever Bakura, and that you suffer every god damned day of your existence. Suffer for eternity you bastard. Those were his last words before he passed out. I took him to the hospital, they saved him, and I haven't touched him since. We've both been. Been trying to heal and forget." Isis looked bewildered, like she'd been hit in the face by a weight.
"I never thought. Knew"
"We don't talk about it anymore, the pharaoh has even slightly forgiven me, if not completely." Isis opened her mouth to continue when a doctor came over to them.
"Are you this boy's family?"
"I am, brother." Bakura said.
"Well, Mr. Bakura, your brother is in poor condition. He came through decently well, we just had to sew him up, but he lost a lot of blood. We believe a transfusion is necessary. Would you mind being blood tested?"
"No, not at all."
"Good, then come with me. Your friend may come too if you like." Bakura raised a brow at Isis. She sat for just a second, then wiped her eyes and stood to follow.
After the blood test they shoved another needle into him. This filled a large bag with his blood.
"Why aren't they hooking me directly up to him?" Bakura asked the nurse who stood by him.
"Because he's in a sterile room right now while he had open wounds, so they can't let you in there." She checked the bag, which was full, took it off the pole and took the needle form his arm. "Have your friend help you to the next room, there's some food there to replenish you." Isis offered a hand and he got up, feeling dizzy.
"Come on Baku," she said and he glared at her.
After he had eaten they returned to the waiting room where they sat in silence. Bakura looked satisfied.
"What're you thinking about?" Isis asked.
"Blood for blood." Bakura said softly. "The blood he lost last time I have repaid."
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A/N: Well, not a cliffy exactly, but something like it. Did you all enjoy? Hope so. I wrote the end of this at 4 A.M, so it may be a little strange.
About the abuse thing, I didn't bring that in there for kicks. It actually DOES have a point in the story later on.
Well, thanks for reading and I hopes you has a good day.
Cali: get up to early and there goes the grammer.
Never had good grammer ::yawns::
Hope you enjoyed this!
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Katia-chan