Riss: Wootness! Chapter three is here at last lol I know it's a bit over due but here it is! I hope you enjoy it and THANK YOU to everyone that reviewed this fic, your kind words of encouragement keeps me writing

Yugi: Yeah without reviews I doubt she would continue this fic at all lol

Riss: - -; I sooooo would! Er…ok, maybe not…but that's only cause I think I'm not a good writer!

Ryou: You have problems if you think you're a bad writer!

Riss: I know - -;

Well now it's time for the disclaimer…but I don't think I'll do it cause it will just make me cry T.T

N e way, on to the fic!

Chapter 3

Ryou…

…A voice…

It was calling him ever so lightly, a soft melodic plea for him to wake. But darkness had once more encased his small form within its depths. He reached for the sound of that voice; perhaps if he searched hard enough he could make it out of the inking blackness that blinded him to reality.

Try as he might, the darkness was to strong for Ryou in his weakened state, so he let it once again take control of his broken form…to tired to resist it's charms.

Malik wrapped the blankets tighter around Ryou's body, bringing him closer to himself to offer body heat to the shivering boy. "Ryou…Ryou" Marik said quietly before he sighed as he once again failed in trying to wake his friend. / I think he's getting worse… / he said through the link to his yami. / I don't know what to do now to help him… /

Marik had just gotten Bakura into the room he shared with Malik. / Try what you can dearest…but the rest is for Ryou to pull through. We can only do so much. / Marik sighed, unsure of how to approach Bakura on this situation. Bakura began to pace back and forth muttering to himself.

"What was that?" Marik asked his friend.

Bakura stopped pacing, looking strait at his friend. "I said…that if he would have just staid like I told him to…that all this would not have happened. It's his fault that it happened, he was the one stupid enough to run away."

Marik was a bit shocked. Here his friend's hikkari was in pain after just having his innocents raped from him, and all his yami can think of to say was that it was his fault? Marik was pissed now. His hands curled into a fist before striking Bakura's left cheek. Bakura's body fell to the floor, blood now dripping down his lip from the force.

"How can you say that…Ryou did what he did because he can't even be safe around the one person chosen to protect him! You of all people should know what it's like to have to deal with this! And now you're going to treat him like it's all his fault? That if he would not have run because his yami was going to hurt him, that it would have been better? He tried to get away because of what you were going to do. If you treated him the way you should have then none of this would have happened!

Bakura glared at his friend. He stood back up, wiping the blood from his mouth.

"Bakura what you don't understand is that all of this is your fault. If you would have never hurt Ryou then he would have never run, there for never got raped."

It hit Bakura like a ton of bricks. 'My fault…all of it…he's right…' He looked at the floor, tears beginning to flood his eyes once more as he remembered why he was so cold and distant to the small one. "You're right…" he whimpered in a small voice. "You're right about all of it…"

Marik walked closer to his friend, lifting his chin to see his face. "I just want to know one more thing…" He hugged his friend close. "Why…why did you hurt him as much as you have?"

Bakura clung onto his friend for support once more. "I was afraid…I was frightened by my feelings, my weak feelings of caring…of…of love!" He took a labored breath as he continued to cry. "…I thought that hitting him would push him away from me, that I wouldn't feel these weak emotions again!" He clung tighter to Marik, his friend rubbing his back in soothing patterns. "I just wanted to forget what happened the last time I opened up to someone…"

Marik held Bakura close, trying to calm his friend down.

Screaming….

Ryou thrashed violently within the blankets. He screamed loudly and cried out for someone to stop. He then pleaded for Bakura's help, tears staining his face once more. Malik yelled for the two yami's to hurry out here.

"What's wrong with him!" Marik asked his hikkari.

"I…I don't know what happened! I let go of him to get another cloth for his forehead and he started to scream!" Malik said franticly.

"Stop! Stop please! Onegai! Bakura help me! Bakuraaaaa!" Ryou continued to thrash around crying and trying to get way from an unseen attacker.

Marik ran to Ryou's side and cradled him close. 'The rape…he's remembering what happened…' Ryou whimpered and shivered in the blankets before he finally began to relax in the other yami's arms. Slowly he cracked his eyes open and blinked a few times. He groaned in pain and lifted a hand up to touch his forehead.

"Where…where am I…?" Ryou asked softly.

Marik smiled down at Ryou, though the small hikkari could not see his face. "Your safe, your with me and Malik. Ryou looked over to the side to see Malik, his expression full of worry and his eyes filled with tears. "You gave us all quite a scare little one."

"All?" He asked, looking up at the oldest of the three darks.

"Yes…all…" Bakura said as he stepped into the light of the dimly lit living room. Ryou looked like a dear caught in headlights. To say he was scared was an understatement. He began to tremble uncontrollably, his teeth chattering with the way he shook. Ryou clung on to Marik like he was life support.

"No…no don't let him hurt me! Make him go away!"

Bakura's heart began to break. 'He wants me to go away…'

Ryou whimpered into the other yami's chest. He clutched Marik's shirt tightly, curling up against him to get away from Bakura and to feel safe. Marik looked at his friend before looking back down at the small hikkari. "Ryou…Ryou calm down it's ok…Bakura won't hurt you."

Bakura walked over to Ryou and sat beside him and Marik. Bakura reached over to move a lock of Ryou's snowy white hair out from his eyes. Ryou flinched when his yami's hand came near him, as if the yami was going to hit him. Bakura looked saddened by Ryou's flinch. He lowered his head and stood back up 'I guess he really wants me to just go away…' He started to walk over to the front door.

Ryou's small hand reached out to grab on to Bakura's, but only managed to brush against for a moment before the yami walked away from him. B...Bakura…wait…" He looked at his yami's back. "I…I'm sorry...I'm sorry for everything…I'm sorry that I ran…" His breath caught in his chest for a moment before he whimpered " I…I'm sorry that I'm weak…"

Bakura stopped in his tracks, to stunned by his hikkari's words to keep walking.

Riss: Muah ha ha, tis a cliffy! I'm sooooo sorry for this chappie being so darn late T.T

Ryou/hugs Riss/ Now, now it's not your fault that school is killing you.

Bakura: Yah it is…she said I couldn't cast her school to the shadow realm, so she has to deal with the hell school now.

Riss: T.T …please R/R. Thanks.