Innocence?
Mystical Knight Dragon: I think I scared everyone off with all of my saying that this was a non-humor fic... Only two people reviewed... _ Oh well. They get all the more thanking for that. So SPECIAL THANKS TO StarStruck (Have you been mentally scarred? And just for you, I won't make it yaoi. I wasn't going to anyways, but I really won't now.) and silver-fanged-dragon (^__^ Kay!)!!!!!!! *gives reviewers chocolate*
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! No poseo Yu-Gi-Oh! Je ne posséde pas Yu- Gi-Oh! Ich besitze nicht Yu-Gi-Oh! Non possiedo Yu-Gi-Oh! Eu não possuo Yu- Gi-Oh! Do you need any more proof?!?!
Warnings: Much Yugi, Ryou, Bakura, and Yami bashing. Other character bashing, too...perhaps later on... Much death.
Symbols: /Hikari to Yami/, //Yami to Hikari//, 'thinking', "speaking", YELLING/EMPHASIS, *italics*, (Random response from me; A/N being Author's Note, and R/A/N being Random Author's Note)
Yugi: I still hate you.
Mystical Knight Dragon: I know. Now on with the fic!
Chapter 2: The Dumpster
Ryou sighed as he saw the store come in to view. He began to squirm nervously as they passed a big dumpster in a dark alley.
"I know you don't like that dumpster," Bakura began, trying to hold his light still, "but that's no reason to fidget so much." The darker half stopped to readjust his hikari, but this just resulted in more movement. Bakura sighed. "There's only one way to solve this fear, you know."
Ryou gulped. He knew the answer. His yami said it often. He took a deep breath and said weakly, "I have to face it."
Bakura smiled inwardly. He taught so well. "Exactly," he said simply as he advanced towards the alley. Ryou began to silently pray that his yami didn't open the dumpster, but he knew that was futile.
Soon enough, they had reached it. "There's nothing to be afraid of," Bakura said calmly. "See?" he asked as he lifted the dumpster's lid. Ryou shut his eyes to ward off what was to come. The lid creaked open ever so slowly (mainly because Bakura was holding Ryou with one of his hands...) making Ryou nervous. Finally, the comment came: "Oh. My. Ra."
Ryou's eyes slid open to reveal Yugi's glaring back up at him, just as they had been before when he had placed him there. The living one's eyes slid down to the other's neck and found the knife: his knife that he had placed there cutting him off from any ounce of oxygen that he could take.
"Holy shit," Bakura cursed once he realized that Yugi was dead. He backed away slowly until he hit something.
It was Yami.
"What's up guys?" the pharaoh asked innocently.
Ryou looked up at him; then rolled out of his yami's arms and onto the cold cement sidewalk. Ignoring the throbbing pain that he felt, he was up in an instant and off down the street.
//Ryou?// Bakura questioned after his light, but Ryou just shut off the mind link and continued running.
Yami began to give Bakura strange looks. "Bakura?" he asked. "Are you all right?"
Bakura looked up and saw Yugi's face reflecting on his face. The thief began to back up when he heard a voice across the street yelling at him.
"There he is!" the old man screeched. "The one who killed the little one!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow at the man, momentarily forgetting about everything except the accuser. No one accused him and lived to tell about it. "Pardon?" he asked, using a word that Ryou had taught him to say but wouldn't tell him what it meant.
"You killed the little guy!" the man kept ranting. "He has a knife in his neck and is placed in that dumpster!"
Bakura's eyes widened. How could anyone blame him of murder? Sure he stole a lot, but he had NEVER killed a PERSON!!! ...Ok, so he had, but there were reasons for that. ...Ok, so there weren't any reasons, but that's not the point!
Yami looked at the man. 'A dead body?' he thought to himself. 'It that dumpster?!' Curiosity took hold of the pharaoh, and he wandered over to the alley to take a look.
"You seem to know a lot about this!" Bakura was yelling. Yami ignored all of this and opened up the lid to reveal- -
"Yugi?" Yami whispered at his hikari. His eyes wandered to his precious light's neck, and saw that there would be no saving him from Death's cold grip. Tears dripped down his cheeks, but they were soon replaced by anger: a deep, dark hatred for Bakura.
"How could you do this to him?!" Yami shrieked at Bakura, picking up his light in the process. "How could you do this to anyone?"
Bakura looked at the pharaoh with confusion. "But I- -"
The man across the street interrupted him: "Don't deny it! I saw you do it!"
Bakura began to stumble over his words. He had no idea what was going on. Was this some sort of joke? If it was, it wasn't very funny. And where was Ryou? Why had he run off? His thoughts were broken up by a brick smashing onto his head: the result of Yami's rage.
Mystical Knight Dragon: And that's chappie two. I hope you liked it...
Marikay: They hated it.
Mystical Knight Dragon: -_- Shut up, baka!
Marikay: ^__^
Chibi Bakura: Please review!!!
Mystical Knight Dragon: I think I scared everyone off with all of my saying that this was a non-humor fic... Only two people reviewed... _ Oh well. They get all the more thanking for that. So SPECIAL THANKS TO StarStruck (Have you been mentally scarred? And just for you, I won't make it yaoi. I wasn't going to anyways, but I really won't now.) and silver-fanged-dragon (^__^ Kay!)!!!!!!! *gives reviewers chocolate*
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! No poseo Yu-Gi-Oh! Je ne posséde pas Yu- Gi-Oh! Ich besitze nicht Yu-Gi-Oh! Non possiedo Yu-Gi-Oh! Eu não possuo Yu- Gi-Oh! Do you need any more proof?!?!
Warnings: Much Yugi, Ryou, Bakura, and Yami bashing. Other character bashing, too...perhaps later on... Much death.
Symbols: /Hikari to Yami/, //Yami to Hikari//, 'thinking', "speaking", YELLING/EMPHASIS, *italics*, (Random response from me; A/N being Author's Note, and R/A/N being Random Author's Note)
Yugi: I still hate you.
Mystical Knight Dragon: I know. Now on with the fic!
Chapter 2: The Dumpster
Ryou sighed as he saw the store come in to view. He began to squirm nervously as they passed a big dumpster in a dark alley.
"I know you don't like that dumpster," Bakura began, trying to hold his light still, "but that's no reason to fidget so much." The darker half stopped to readjust his hikari, but this just resulted in more movement. Bakura sighed. "There's only one way to solve this fear, you know."
Ryou gulped. He knew the answer. His yami said it often. He took a deep breath and said weakly, "I have to face it."
Bakura smiled inwardly. He taught so well. "Exactly," he said simply as he advanced towards the alley. Ryou began to silently pray that his yami didn't open the dumpster, but he knew that was futile.
Soon enough, they had reached it. "There's nothing to be afraid of," Bakura said calmly. "See?" he asked as he lifted the dumpster's lid. Ryou shut his eyes to ward off what was to come. The lid creaked open ever so slowly (mainly because Bakura was holding Ryou with one of his hands...) making Ryou nervous. Finally, the comment came: "Oh. My. Ra."
Ryou's eyes slid open to reveal Yugi's glaring back up at him, just as they had been before when he had placed him there. The living one's eyes slid down to the other's neck and found the knife: his knife that he had placed there cutting him off from any ounce of oxygen that he could take.
"Holy shit," Bakura cursed once he realized that Yugi was dead. He backed away slowly until he hit something.
It was Yami.
"What's up guys?" the pharaoh asked innocently.
Ryou looked up at him; then rolled out of his yami's arms and onto the cold cement sidewalk. Ignoring the throbbing pain that he felt, he was up in an instant and off down the street.
//Ryou?// Bakura questioned after his light, but Ryou just shut off the mind link and continued running.
Yami began to give Bakura strange looks. "Bakura?" he asked. "Are you all right?"
Bakura looked up and saw Yugi's face reflecting on his face. The thief began to back up when he heard a voice across the street yelling at him.
"There he is!" the old man screeched. "The one who killed the little one!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow at the man, momentarily forgetting about everything except the accuser. No one accused him and lived to tell about it. "Pardon?" he asked, using a word that Ryou had taught him to say but wouldn't tell him what it meant.
"You killed the little guy!" the man kept ranting. "He has a knife in his neck and is placed in that dumpster!"
Bakura's eyes widened. How could anyone blame him of murder? Sure he stole a lot, but he had NEVER killed a PERSON!!! ...Ok, so he had, but there were reasons for that. ...Ok, so there weren't any reasons, but that's not the point!
Yami looked at the man. 'A dead body?' he thought to himself. 'It that dumpster?!' Curiosity took hold of the pharaoh, and he wandered over to the alley to take a look.
"You seem to know a lot about this!" Bakura was yelling. Yami ignored all of this and opened up the lid to reveal- -
"Yugi?" Yami whispered at his hikari. His eyes wandered to his precious light's neck, and saw that there would be no saving him from Death's cold grip. Tears dripped down his cheeks, but they were soon replaced by anger: a deep, dark hatred for Bakura.
"How could you do this to him?!" Yami shrieked at Bakura, picking up his light in the process. "How could you do this to anyone?"
Bakura looked at the pharaoh with confusion. "But I- -"
The man across the street interrupted him: "Don't deny it! I saw you do it!"
Bakura began to stumble over his words. He had no idea what was going on. Was this some sort of joke? If it was, it wasn't very funny. And where was Ryou? Why had he run off? His thoughts were broken up by a brick smashing onto his head: the result of Yami's rage.
Mystical Knight Dragon: And that's chappie two. I hope you liked it...
Marikay: They hated it.
Mystical Knight Dragon: -_- Shut up, baka!
Marikay: ^__^
Chibi Bakura: Please review!!!
