Life after Death

BY Katia

A/N: Yay! The writer's block has been vanquished! I am victorious!

Bakura: also stupid

Hey! That wasn't nice

YK: give her a break, she had 2 and a half hours of sleep last night and then she had to go to swim practice.

Yes I did, and the pool was freezing!

YK: we know, but can we listen to your rant later? People want to read this story

Sure, and be proud of me! This story actually came to me before 11 at night; it's one of the first.

Cali: she's not lying; the last idea came at 4 in the morning after a high on chocolate.

Anywho, it's time for the story, and just a note that I'm going to put up here, this WILL NOT BE a 1-SHOT! Just remember that before you rip my head off for a bad ending, there, you have been forewarned. Disclaimer: I DO NOT! I HAVE NOT! AND I WILL NOT! OWN ANYONE IN THIS STORY! There, are you happy? Now I'm going to cry!, but read on.

Note: I know Ryou isn't 17, but it works.

Ryou stepped through the door and dropped his bag on the table in the hall. His back hurt and he was tired, but mainly he was worried. Bakura was home, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't make Bakura like, or love him. It had been one of those strange and secret ambitions of his, to win the heart of the one he loved. It was all going wrong, Bakura didn't give him the time of day, and when he did it was merely to tell him to do something. In other words, he was completely ignored.

He walked into the living room where Bakura sat on the couch, reading a book with the TV on.

"Hi Bakura," he said, plopping down next to his double.

"Leave me alone Hikari-Baka, can't you see I'm busy?" Ryou nodded and just leaned closer to Bakura, who got up and left the room. Ryou didn't know why he was doing it, except for the fact that he was in a persistent mood, and wouldn't be brushed off so easily.

He followed Bakura into the kitchen and stood behind him as he looked for something in the refrigerator.

"Will you back up!" he said, after stepping back and almost falling over Ryou.

"Could we sit and talk a little?" Ryou asked hopefully, there was nothing he really wanted to talk about, except for maybe how much he loved his darker spirit. He wanted to talk to Bakura, but the older boy was ignoring him as usual.

Ryou stood quietly until Bakura started to walk back to the living room with a glass of Kool-Aid and an orange in his hands. Without meaning to, Ryou stepped on Bakura's heal, because he was trying to stay close and make the boy look at him. Bakura did look at him then, except it was from the floor, which had just been splattered with red Kool-Aid.

"Didn't I tell you to go away!" Bakura screamed at him.

"Go away! That's what you always say," Ryou said, a little anger rising in him. Bakura reached up a hand and lightly slapped him on the cheek, making a small red mark, but nothing serious.

"Leave me alone!"

"No, you are always telling me to leave you alone, but have you considered that I might want to talk?" Bakura stared at him as if he couldn't believe what he saw or heard.

"Never considered it, because I don't care about your stupid feelings, I just want you out of here!"

"Alright," Ryou said, a sad calm coming into his voice, "I understand,"

"Good, now get out of here," Bakura may have meant the kitchen, but Ryou grabbed the keys to the car off the counter and hurried out of the house.

As he pulled out of the driveway silent tears began to form in his eyes. He brushed them away. A little drive would help him feel better. He pulled onto the highway, not intending to go far, just a little thinking room. He was speeding down when the full wave of what happened hit him. The tears sprang up again, and this time he couldn't see through them. He saw what he thought was a green light, but at the last second, the second to late, he realized that it had been a red, his eyes had tricked him. He had a split second to think before the car, coming from the left slammed right into his side of the car with a deafening sound of exploding and the screeching of breaks that reverberated in the silence.

()()()()()()

Yami and Yugi waited in a huge traffic jam, Yami tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

"There must have been a bad accident," Yugi commented. Yami stuck his head out of the sunroof, to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

"Yes, it looks bad. Looks like a car ran a red light and got slammed. The car is in flames, it looks pretty bad."

()()()()()()

Malik opened the morning paper lazily, taking a long sip from his coffee cup, and turning the page at random after scanning the head lines and finding them boring. He had opened to the obituaries. He looked down and his mouthful of coffee sprayed all over the place.

"Yami! Come here quick!" Marik hurried in from the kitchen.

"What is it?" Malik shoved the paper in his face with a

"Look there, right there."

"Oh my Ra." He looked at the sentences.

Ryou Bakura, 1986 to 2003, found dead in horrific car wreck, on highway 5.

A/N: OMG! Poor Ryou! I wrote it and I'm crying.

Bakura: what did you do to Ryou!

Relax spiky *pulls one of Bakura's spikes* you'll just have to read the next chapter to find out, mainly what happens to you. Well, everyone knows the usual, one review gets chap 2, and many reviews get chap 2 faster. Enjoy! And review!

TTFN

Katia