Innocence?
Mystical Knight Dragon: And heeeeeeeeere's chapter five!
Marikay: Can you get any lamer?
Mystical Knight Dragon: Actually, yes. But for now, I'd just like to thank my reviewers: Bakuras-Hell (Ok! Thanks! You get a pony! Yeah! A pony! A pony!), Yami Moto (Yes... Someone did have to die... Muahaha!), Artistic Authoress, and DemonSurfer (Making people suffer is fun!! ^__^)!!!! Yeah!!! Thank you!!
Disclaimer: Do you see the word right before this that starts with a "d" and ends with an "r"? It means that I disclaim everything. Hence why I'm not going to go into detail about me not owning anything, which I don't.
It's symbol time!!! 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 (An Author's Note has something to actually do with the story line/plot, but the Random Author's Note is just some random thought that pops up in my head while I'm typing.))
Warning: I just ate chocolate, so be forewarned if this thing gets a little wacky and sugar induced.
(It's a fish!!! ...Just use your imagination...)
Chapter 5: Why do the Innocent Cry?
~*~Ryou's POV~*~
I turned around and ran back the way I had come. Crap. I hate being so nice all the time. I had one hour before the bus left.
Before I knew it, I was in the jail and at the main desk. (A/N: I've never been to a jail before, so what I say might not be completely accurate.)
"What do ya want?!" the warden roared at me.
I could hardly speak I was so frightened. "I...uh...is Bakura here?" I somehow managed to stutter out.
The warden glared. "Yes that fucking psycho is here. He'll be executed tomorrow, so don't worry. He'll be out of everyone's way once and for all."
My eyes widened. If these humans found out that Bakura couldn't die, that would be terrible! They'd find out all about the Millennium Items, the god cards, ancient Egypt, and, worst of all, the spirits residing within the items. They'd find out about the Shadow Realm, and the world would be taken over---again! They'd probably even force Yami to seal Bakura inside the Ring again! I needed to get him out of this mess.
"Doesn't he get a trial or something?" I asked, hoping that he would. I might be able to turn myself in for him.
"No." The warden said it so plainly that it made me shrink back in fear.
//Ryou?// Bakura. What if he knows about his execution...? //Ryou? Where are you?//
/I'm at the front desk./ If he knew he would have to be sealed in the Ring again all hell would break lose. And more innocent lives would be claimed.
//Oh, Ra, Ryou! (R/A/N: Haha! That sounds funny!) Get me out of here!// His voice shook so much with fear that his words were almost incomprehensible. Bakura wasn't scared very easily, so it must be something superly (R/A/N: That's my word that I think I made up! ^__^) terrifying. //By Ra, Ryou! Stop thinking and get your fucking ass in here now!//
I opened my mouth to speak to the warden, but was too terrified. I looked at my watch and saw that I had fifty minutes left. That wasn't a whole lot of time to do what I had to do. I heard a scream echoing through my head. That made up my mind for me.
I was just about to run towards the jail cells when I realized that I would look pretty awkward. I needed to think of an excuse---and fast.
"Pardon me, Sir, but where are your restrooms?" Wow that was some lame excuse. Bakura must've thought so, too, for he immediately began to talk to me.
//Ryou, that was the---AAHHHH!!!//
And that's where it cut off. I suppose he didn't want me to hear him be tortured...
"They're down at the end of the prison cells." The warden speaking to me jerked me out of my thoughts. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. I blinked a few times before he asked if I wanted someone to take me there.
"No thanks," I told him immediately. I didn't want anyone figuring out where I was really going. Actually, even I didn't know where I was going. I looked at my watch again. 'That's funny,' I thought to myself. 'After all that, I still have fifty minutes left...' I thought I heard a chuckle echoing throughout my mind, but it just erupted in another scream from Bakura.
//Ryou!// he hissed. //Get your scrawny, little ass in here now and get me out of this hellhole!//
/Hold on, Bakura! I'm trying to go as fast as I can!/
//Well, stop trying and get in he---AAAHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!!//
/Why don't you just go to your soul room?/
//Because they confiscated *everything* from me! I have nothing left!//
I came back to the present and realized that I was staring at a door labeled "Torture Chamber". A whip sliced through the air and made contact with something. A bloodcurdling scream erupted through the air at the exact same time that Bakura screamed through the link. 'This must be it,' I thought to myself. Subconsciously, my hand made contact with the doorknob and slowly began to turn it.
Immediately, I stopped turning the knob when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around and saw Marik standing there.
"What are you doing here?!" he snarled.
I was about to answer when I heard the whip crack through the air again. Tears began to well up in my eyes. That should be me in there with the blood trickling down my back from open wounds made from the thin leather of the whip. I'm the one who ki8lled Yugi. Me. Not Bakura. Not anyone else. Me. I'm the one who shoved the knife into his neck, cutting off his last little bit of oxygen.
Me.
Not Bakura.
"I asked you a question!" he snarled. Gee... What crawled up his ass and died?
" I have to get Bakura out of here." I tried to be pleasant. I really did! But sometimes "trying" isn't good enough. I had said it so plainly that anyone else would have dropped the subject right then and there. But Marik was not anyone else. The yami slammed m into the wall and pulled out a knife encrusted with blood and stuck it to my head.
"I know it was you," he said angrily. "I don't think anyone else has guessed it, but I know it was you!"
"I don't have time for this Marik! I have to go!"
"No."
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. He was like a brick wall that could move on its own. I raised my fist to punch him, but he just grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
"You can't go around killing any more people," he spat out.
Why did he care about killing people? He probably killed people all the time! What was Yugi to him? Just another mortal blocking his path that could be struck down and turned into food. Wait a minute... Did he know about Yugi? Oh, Ra! He had to know! Why else would he just randomly bring up me killing other people?! But *how* did he know?
My thinking process stopped the moment he punched me in the stomach. I tried to fall, but it didn't work. He was holding me by my arms too tightly.
Before the pain could lessen even the tiniest bit, my thoughts were back to how he could have known about me killing Yugi. There was only one witness...that I saw... Oh crap. Oh well. I needed to think about this later. Right now I had to get Bakura out of this mess that I had created. Another scream of pain and torture ripped through the air. My eyes widened. I needed to help him---fast.
My foot shot up and went as far up and my inflexibility would allow it. Marik fell upon the ground clutching his groin. Oh well. He probably would make any children anyways.
I whipped around and swung open the Torture Chamber door just as the whip cracked through the air again. My arms burned from the pain of Marik's grip on them, but I couldn't worry about that at that moment. I had to worry about Bakura. And there he was---lying right in front of me.
My eyes widened as I realized that Bakura wasn't joking when he said that they had confiscated *everything*. My yami was on the ground completely void of everything except for his boxers and huge red welts coating his back. The horrid whip slashed through the air again and made contact with Bakura's bare back sending him into a fit of salty tears. He tucked his knees up to his chest in order to make himself smaller and sobbed as the whip reopened the wounds that were beginning to close up.
*And we don't know why
The innocent cry
Will this world ever find a way to change?
And we don't know why
But we know it's not right
We don't know why so many have to die
We don't know why so many have to die
And we don't know why
The innocent cry
Will any of us ever be the same?
Will any of this ever be the same?*
Mystical Knight Dragon: And there's chapter five! Be proud! Oh, I took the song at the end ("The Innocent") from "Good Charlotte, Mest, and Goldfinger". It's not mine. It's theirs. Though I did alter it a little so that it fit into my story correctly.
Baku: She looked it up and at first it did say cry, but then she looked it up again and it said die.
Mystical Knight Dragon: I was confoosed.
Marikay: Confoosed?
Mystical Knight Dragon: Yes. Confoosed.
Chibi Bakura: *sweatdrop* Please review!
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Mystical Knight Dragon: And heeeeeeeeere's chapter five!
Marikay: Can you get any lamer?
Mystical Knight Dragon: Actually, yes. But for now, I'd just like to thank my reviewers: Bakuras-Hell (Ok! Thanks! You get a pony! Yeah! A pony! A pony!), Yami Moto (Yes... Someone did have to die... Muahaha!), Artistic Authoress, and DemonSurfer (Making people suffer is fun!! ^__^)!!!! Yeah!!! Thank you!!
Disclaimer: Do you see the word right before this that starts with a "d" and ends with an "r"? It means that I disclaim everything. Hence why I'm not going to go into detail about me not owning anything, which I don't.
It's symbol time!!! 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 (An Author's Note has something to actually do with the story line/plot, but the Random Author's Note is just some random thought that pops up in my head while I'm typing.))
Warning: I just ate chocolate, so be forewarned if this thing gets a little wacky and sugar induced.
(It's a fish!!! ...Just use your imagination...)
Chapter 5: Why do the Innocent Cry?
~*~Ryou's POV~*~
I turned around and ran back the way I had come. Crap. I hate being so nice all the time. I had one hour before the bus left.
Before I knew it, I was in the jail and at the main desk. (A/N: I've never been to a jail before, so what I say might not be completely accurate.)
"What do ya want?!" the warden roared at me.
I could hardly speak I was so frightened. "I...uh...is Bakura here?" I somehow managed to stutter out.
The warden glared. "Yes that fucking psycho is here. He'll be executed tomorrow, so don't worry. He'll be out of everyone's way once and for all."
My eyes widened. If these humans found out that Bakura couldn't die, that would be terrible! They'd find out all about the Millennium Items, the god cards, ancient Egypt, and, worst of all, the spirits residing within the items. They'd find out about the Shadow Realm, and the world would be taken over---again! They'd probably even force Yami to seal Bakura inside the Ring again! I needed to get him out of this mess.
"Doesn't he get a trial or something?" I asked, hoping that he would. I might be able to turn myself in for him.
"No." The warden said it so plainly that it made me shrink back in fear.
//Ryou?// Bakura. What if he knows about his execution...? //Ryou? Where are you?//
/I'm at the front desk./ If he knew he would have to be sealed in the Ring again all hell would break lose. And more innocent lives would be claimed.
//Oh, Ra, Ryou! (R/A/N: Haha! That sounds funny!) Get me out of here!// His voice shook so much with fear that his words were almost incomprehensible. Bakura wasn't scared very easily, so it must be something superly (R/A/N: That's my word that I think I made up! ^__^) terrifying. //By Ra, Ryou! Stop thinking and get your fucking ass in here now!//
I opened my mouth to speak to the warden, but was too terrified. I looked at my watch and saw that I had fifty minutes left. That wasn't a whole lot of time to do what I had to do. I heard a scream echoing through my head. That made up my mind for me.
I was just about to run towards the jail cells when I realized that I would look pretty awkward. I needed to think of an excuse---and fast.
"Pardon me, Sir, but where are your restrooms?" Wow that was some lame excuse. Bakura must've thought so, too, for he immediately began to talk to me.
//Ryou, that was the---AAHHHH!!!//
And that's where it cut off. I suppose he didn't want me to hear him be tortured...
"They're down at the end of the prison cells." The warden speaking to me jerked me out of my thoughts. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. I blinked a few times before he asked if I wanted someone to take me there.
"No thanks," I told him immediately. I didn't want anyone figuring out where I was really going. Actually, even I didn't know where I was going. I looked at my watch again. 'That's funny,' I thought to myself. 'After all that, I still have fifty minutes left...' I thought I heard a chuckle echoing throughout my mind, but it just erupted in another scream from Bakura.
//Ryou!// he hissed. //Get your scrawny, little ass in here now and get me out of this hellhole!//
/Hold on, Bakura! I'm trying to go as fast as I can!/
//Well, stop trying and get in he---AAAHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!!//
/Why don't you just go to your soul room?/
//Because they confiscated *everything* from me! I have nothing left!//
I came back to the present and realized that I was staring at a door labeled "Torture Chamber". A whip sliced through the air and made contact with something. A bloodcurdling scream erupted through the air at the exact same time that Bakura screamed through the link. 'This must be it,' I thought to myself. Subconsciously, my hand made contact with the doorknob and slowly began to turn it.
Immediately, I stopped turning the knob when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around and saw Marik standing there.
"What are you doing here?!" he snarled.
I was about to answer when I heard the whip crack through the air again. Tears began to well up in my eyes. That should be me in there with the blood trickling down my back from open wounds made from the thin leather of the whip. I'm the one who ki8lled Yugi. Me. Not Bakura. Not anyone else. Me. I'm the one who shoved the knife into his neck, cutting off his last little bit of oxygen.
Me.
Not Bakura.
"I asked you a question!" he snarled. Gee... What crawled up his ass and died?
" I have to get Bakura out of here." I tried to be pleasant. I really did! But sometimes "trying" isn't good enough. I had said it so plainly that anyone else would have dropped the subject right then and there. But Marik was not anyone else. The yami slammed m into the wall and pulled out a knife encrusted with blood and stuck it to my head.
"I know it was you," he said angrily. "I don't think anyone else has guessed it, but I know it was you!"
"I don't have time for this Marik! I have to go!"
"No."
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. He was like a brick wall that could move on its own. I raised my fist to punch him, but he just grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
"You can't go around killing any more people," he spat out.
Why did he care about killing people? He probably killed people all the time! What was Yugi to him? Just another mortal blocking his path that could be struck down and turned into food. Wait a minute... Did he know about Yugi? Oh, Ra! He had to know! Why else would he just randomly bring up me killing other people?! But *how* did he know?
My thinking process stopped the moment he punched me in the stomach. I tried to fall, but it didn't work. He was holding me by my arms too tightly.
Before the pain could lessen even the tiniest bit, my thoughts were back to how he could have known about me killing Yugi. There was only one witness...that I saw... Oh crap. Oh well. I needed to think about this later. Right now I had to get Bakura out of this mess that I had created. Another scream of pain and torture ripped through the air. My eyes widened. I needed to help him---fast.
My foot shot up and went as far up and my inflexibility would allow it. Marik fell upon the ground clutching his groin. Oh well. He probably would make any children anyways.
I whipped around and swung open the Torture Chamber door just as the whip cracked through the air again. My arms burned from the pain of Marik's grip on them, but I couldn't worry about that at that moment. I had to worry about Bakura. And there he was---lying right in front of me.
My eyes widened as I realized that Bakura wasn't joking when he said that they had confiscated *everything*. My yami was on the ground completely void of everything except for his boxers and huge red welts coating his back. The horrid whip slashed through the air again and made contact with Bakura's bare back sending him into a fit of salty tears. He tucked his knees up to his chest in order to make himself smaller and sobbed as the whip reopened the wounds that were beginning to close up.
*And we don't know why
The innocent cry
Will this world ever find a way to change?
And we don't know why
But we know it's not right
We don't know why so many have to die
We don't know why so many have to die
And we don't know why
The innocent cry
Will any of us ever be the same?
Will any of this ever be the same?*
Mystical Knight Dragon: And there's chapter five! Be proud! Oh, I took the song at the end ("The Innocent") from "Good Charlotte, Mest, and Goldfinger". It's not mine. It's theirs. Though I did alter it a little so that it fit into my story correctly.
Baku: She looked it up and at first it did say cry, but then she looked it up again and it said die.
Mystical Knight Dragon: I was confoosed.
Marikay: Confoosed?
Mystical Knight Dragon: Yes. Confoosed.
Chibi Bakura: *sweatdrop* Please review!
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