A/N: To all six of you who have reviewed as of right now, I am in great thanks to you.
You're helping to encourage me to keep with this. Thanks. I mean it.
Still a slow start, but we'll be switching off to others' POV for a moment in this chapter.
Don't worry, it'll be getting good next chapter, I promise. I just need a good setup, if you
know what I mean. If not, then don't worry. You're not really missing much. ::lol::
And yes, I FINALLY fixed the mental-speak marks. Ended up having to change Ryou's,
too. ::pout:: Oh well. Whatever works.
And yes, I upped the rating a little earlier than I thought I would. I figured some of the
words and innuendo might be a bit much for a PG rating.
Enjoy.
GUIDE
: Ryou to Bakura :
: : Bakura to Ryou : :
Blah is thoughts
-----
"You're late!" Malik said, sitting on his motorcycle. Bakura made a face, his back to
Malik, making Ryou laugh. "I don't see what's so funny."
"You are, Malik. Didn't you know you were a fucking comedian?" Bakura said. Malik
flipped him off. "Where's that nutcase of thief anyhow?"
"He already at the dock, waiting for us," the blonde said. "Unless, of course, he wandered
off and is currently torturing somebody because you took so damn long!"
"Blame him, it ain't me that takes three and half hours to pack," Bakura said, jerking his
thumb to Ryou.
"If you had told me what to pack in the first place, we wouldn't have been late," Ryou
retorted.
Malik walked over and, leaning on Bakura's door, said, "You whine too much, brat."
"If I'm a brat, then you must be the bloody King of England," Ryou said.
"I command thee upon thy knees," Malik hissed, a glint in his eye.
"Alright, let's get down to the dock before Marik gets too bored and starts decapitating
everybody in sight," Bakura said. Malik gave one last look to Ryou before sauntering
over to his motorcycle and starting it. He kicked the stand up and roared away. Bakura
started the Jeep, but didn't move it. "Watch what you say around him. Malik will take any
chance and any opportunity to get what he wants at the moment. And let me put it this
way: that includes anybody and everybody, if you get my drift."
Bakura turned the wheel sharply, wheels squealing, and began following Malik. I know
what he means. I know Malik well enough to get that impression. I wonder why Bakura
warned me, though. I mean, it's not like he really gives a damn about me other than he
needs me to be alive for him to roam about.
Ryou sighed. It was no use thinking about a question that hadn't an answer; he been down
that road too many times. He was beginning a new life, and it was time to get rid of the
old habits. Today they would take Malik's ship and sail far away from here. Where, it
seemed, they hadn't completely decided. Ryou had heard Bakura speak of Egypt,
Morocco, India, and Mexico. Any place that had ancient treasures or great valuables
worth the time and stealing.
Ryou smiled. I'm going to be a thief. It's really happening this time. Not like before,
where I backed out immediately or sometimes at the last minute. Then I had things
holding me back, holding me here, to this place; not any more. I'm finally free. It was a
nice thought indeed. He kept that smile in place long after those thoughts drifted away.
-----
TWO WEEKS LATER
NO POV
"Yuugi! Yami!" Yugi turned around to see Anzu dashing down the hall towards them.
"Hey Anzu, what's up?" he asked. She stopped and panted to catch her breath.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard what?" Yami asked.
"About Ryou! His father came home yesterday!"
"You mean Ryou's back?!" Yuugi said, cheered by the prospect of seeing the quiet boy
again.
"No, that's just it. Ryou isn't with him! He's run away!"
"What? Are you sure?" Yami demanded.
"Yes, he came to my house last night asking about Ryou. He found my name among
some papers of Ryou's, and managed to get ahold of my address. I told him what Ryou
had said to us, and he seemed both surprised and..." she trailed off.
"And what?" Yami asked gently.
"It bothered him. I would say it even disturbed him... a lot, in fact."
"But why would Ryou run away?" Yuugi asked, more to himself than to the others.
"That's just it. I can't think of any reason why he would," Anzu said dejectedly. "And
besides, where would he go? And all alone, too."
"I don't think he did this alone," Yami said. Yuugi and Anzu looked sharply at him. "Just
some things that have caught my attention lately. It's probably nothing, but I do fear that
perhaps he wasn't taken... willingly."
"You talking about the spirit of the Ring, aren't you?" Yuugi said. Yami nodded.
"Yes. In lieu of this I must wonder if that was even Ryou speaking to us that morning and
not him," he said.
"Still... where would he-- or they-- go?" Anzu asked.
"I don't know," Yami admitted. "We better tell the others. Maybe they'll have an idea."
A/N: I'll tell you right now, don't expect too much of Yuugi & Co., at least not until
towards the end. This is Ryou-centric fic, for the most part, after all.
You know the drill-- reviews please! Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for every review I
get, but I can't help but be greedy and want more. ::grin::
You're helping to encourage me to keep with this. Thanks. I mean it.
Still a slow start, but we'll be switching off to others' POV for a moment in this chapter.
Don't worry, it'll be getting good next chapter, I promise. I just need a good setup, if you
know what I mean. If not, then don't worry. You're not really missing much. ::lol::
And yes, I FINALLY fixed the mental-speak marks. Ended up having to change Ryou's,
too. ::pout:: Oh well. Whatever works.
And yes, I upped the rating a little earlier than I thought I would. I figured some of the
words and innuendo might be a bit much for a PG rating.
Enjoy.
GUIDE
: Ryou to Bakura :
: : Bakura to Ryou : :
Blah is thoughts
-----
"You're late!" Malik said, sitting on his motorcycle. Bakura made a face, his back to
Malik, making Ryou laugh. "I don't see what's so funny."
"You are, Malik. Didn't you know you were a fucking comedian?" Bakura said. Malik
flipped him off. "Where's that nutcase of thief anyhow?"
"He already at the dock, waiting for us," the blonde said. "Unless, of course, he wandered
off and is currently torturing somebody because you took so damn long!"
"Blame him, it ain't me that takes three and half hours to pack," Bakura said, jerking his
thumb to Ryou.
"If you had told me what to pack in the first place, we wouldn't have been late," Ryou
retorted.
Malik walked over and, leaning on Bakura's door, said, "You whine too much, brat."
"If I'm a brat, then you must be the bloody King of England," Ryou said.
"I command thee upon thy knees," Malik hissed, a glint in his eye.
"Alright, let's get down to the dock before Marik gets too bored and starts decapitating
everybody in sight," Bakura said. Malik gave one last look to Ryou before sauntering
over to his motorcycle and starting it. He kicked the stand up and roared away. Bakura
started the Jeep, but didn't move it. "Watch what you say around him. Malik will take any
chance and any opportunity to get what he wants at the moment. And let me put it this
way: that includes anybody and everybody, if you get my drift."
Bakura turned the wheel sharply, wheels squealing, and began following Malik. I know
what he means. I know Malik well enough to get that impression. I wonder why Bakura
warned me, though. I mean, it's not like he really gives a damn about me other than he
needs me to be alive for him to roam about.
Ryou sighed. It was no use thinking about a question that hadn't an answer; he been down
that road too many times. He was beginning a new life, and it was time to get rid of the
old habits. Today they would take Malik's ship and sail far away from here. Where, it
seemed, they hadn't completely decided. Ryou had heard Bakura speak of Egypt,
Morocco, India, and Mexico. Any place that had ancient treasures or great valuables
worth the time and stealing.
Ryou smiled. I'm going to be a thief. It's really happening this time. Not like before,
where I backed out immediately or sometimes at the last minute. Then I had things
holding me back, holding me here, to this place; not any more. I'm finally free. It was a
nice thought indeed. He kept that smile in place long after those thoughts drifted away.
-----
TWO WEEKS LATER
NO POV
"Yuugi! Yami!" Yugi turned around to see Anzu dashing down the hall towards them.
"Hey Anzu, what's up?" he asked. She stopped and panted to catch her breath.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard what?" Yami asked.
"About Ryou! His father came home yesterday!"
"You mean Ryou's back?!" Yuugi said, cheered by the prospect of seeing the quiet boy
again.
"No, that's just it. Ryou isn't with him! He's run away!"
"What? Are you sure?" Yami demanded.
"Yes, he came to my house last night asking about Ryou. He found my name among
some papers of Ryou's, and managed to get ahold of my address. I told him what Ryou
had said to us, and he seemed both surprised and..." she trailed off.
"And what?" Yami asked gently.
"It bothered him. I would say it even disturbed him... a lot, in fact."
"But why would Ryou run away?" Yuugi asked, more to himself than to the others.
"That's just it. I can't think of any reason why he would," Anzu said dejectedly. "And
besides, where would he go? And all alone, too."
"I don't think he did this alone," Yami said. Yuugi and Anzu looked sharply at him. "Just
some things that have caught my attention lately. It's probably nothing, but I do fear that
perhaps he wasn't taken... willingly."
"You talking about the spirit of the Ring, aren't you?" Yuugi said. Yami nodded.
"Yes. In lieu of this I must wonder if that was even Ryou speaking to us that morning and
not him," he said.
"Still... where would he-- or they-- go?" Anzu asked.
"I don't know," Yami admitted. "We better tell the others. Maybe they'll have an idea."
A/N: I'll tell you right now, don't expect too much of Yuugi & Co., at least not until
towards the end. This is Ryou-centric fic, for the most part, after all.
You know the drill-- reviews please! Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for every review I
get, but I can't help but be greedy and want more. ::grin::