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A/N: Well, I know that I just posted the bloopers and said that the next chap wouldn't be out for a while, but thanks to Misty Magic *huggles* who sent me an email that got my slow brain moving, I decided to write it the same night, right after I finished the bloopers and to post it too. There, I don't feel like such a terrible authoress anymore. Well, it's 1, and I want to finish this before 3 A.M, so I'm going to skip the authoress rant and get going.
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Yami pulled himself off the floor and stared, his jaw had reached the ground. Ryou was standing in his living room. He had a few bruises, but looked far from dead.
"Ry. Ryou?" the boy nodded.
"Hello Yami," he was so calm it was nerve racking.
"Wha. What are you doing here?" Ryou looked confused.
"Where else do you want me to go, Back to Bakura? I think not." Ryou's face was set and his eyes flashed.
"well, no, but what I meant is, Ryou, you're supposed to be dead." Ryou looked sad for a moment.
"I know, I saw the paper this morning." Yami glared at Ryou. He loved the guy (brotherly) but he was starting to make him mad.
"Well, if you wouldn't mind explaining to me? I'm still a little lost as to how a dead person is standing in my living room." Ryou sighed and looked tired.
"Do you care if I sit down? I've been going all day." Yami shook his head and Ryou sat down on the couch.
"Will you tell me what's going on?" Yami said, hearing the rain falling outside. When had that started?
"ok, I suppose I should tell you."
"no, you think?"
"I really could do without the sarcasm right now."
"Fine, just tell me what happened, and why you're supposedly dead, and why you're in my living room."
"Ok, well, I. I got in a fight with Bakura. He made me so mad that I had to leave the house. I went for a drive and um. Ran a red light. There was another car coming from my left and it smashed into the car."
"How did you survive?"
"I guess the car that hit me blew my door in, it knocked me to the other side of the car, since I wasn't wearing a seat belt and, by some lucky, lucky chance I guess from the crappiness of the car, hit the door, which had unlatched itself on impact and combined with the force of a flying me knocked the door open." Yami stared at him, stunned.
"How could you survive being thrown like that?"
"I don't know, but I did, and I flew quite a ways. Don't ask me how far. All I remember is landing in some long grass and then I think I blacked out or something, because the next thing I know it's dawn and I'm lying in weeds." Yami stared again, but then glared.
"Well, if you knew that everyone thought you were dead, then why didn't you come up and say "hey! I'm not dead!" Ryou glared.
"Yami shut up!." He whispered. "I'm assuming that since you're out here Yugi's asleep, well we want to keep it that way. I didn't tell anyone, well, first because I didn't even want to move, and then because I looked a little scary, my hair was covered in blood from my shoulder," he pulled his jacket offand it was the first time Yami noticed the big gash. It ran from the base of his neck to his arm. It wasn't bleeding badly, but it looked painful.
"What's that from?"
"I think it's from being the tenisball to a racket made of steel, but it hurt to bad, and it bled into my hair, and I ddin't want anyone to see me like that."
"Let me get you a bandage or something for that." Yami hurried into the bathroom, when he returned he dabbed at the cut gently with some disinfectant.
"ow! What the?"
"it's just to make sure it's not infected," Yami wrapped his shoulder in the bandage and then wiped the blood that was still in his hair. Then he examined Ryou's face. He had a bruise on the side of his head and a few small cuts on his face and arms. Yami pulled up his sleeve and Ryou winced.
"Gently Yami," he said through gritted teeth. "I think I sprained it." Yami wrapped the wrist in more cloth and then sat back.
"I know what I'm doing."
"Yes, but now you see why I didn't want to say hello so early? I was a mess."
"Well, then why not do it later?" Ryou looked sheepish.
"Because, I want to test Bakura, see how much he really cares, and you're the only one around here who can keep secrets." Yami looked at him incredulously.
"You're playing a joke like this? On the tomb robber? That is sick Ryou, really sick." Ryou's usually calm and passive face turned red with fury and his eyes were hard.
"Yami," he hissed through gritted teeth, "Do you know how it feels? To live with someone day after day and to know they haven't even really seen you once? Do you know what it's like to wear your heart on your sleeve and have it brushed aside? Do you have any idea, oh grate pharaoh, how it feels to be the one no one ever looks at twice?!" Yami blinked, then Ryou blinked. He seemed stunned that he had just burst and that he had called Yami the pharaoh, a phrase usually his Yami only used. Yami was stunned.
"You mean, that I can't even tell my Aibou?"
"No! not him, he's a grate person, but I know how easily secrets slip, and I need to have this a need to know circle, I'll tell everyone else eventually, but I can't do it right now, I need to rest, but I assure you, the first one to know will be Yugi." Yami was ready to refuse, he hated keeping secrets, but Ryou's eyes were a reflection of the hell he went through daily, and if Ryou wanted a little revenge, then he should have it. After all, Bakura deserved more then this. Oh how wrong he was.
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Bakura locked the door behind him and brushed his dripping hair out of his eyes and slumped onto the couch. He smelled one of the pillows, the one Ryou always used and he could smell Ryou's shampoo. (It was a cherry smell. He realized that he was crying again, but the anger welled up and he slammed his fist into the couch. This brought back the memory of punching the tre, twice and now that he had calmed down he could feel the throbbing of is hand. He wrapped it in bandages and then sat staring at the window. What had his hikari's last minutes been like? Had he realized what happened? Had he been afraid? Bakura clenched his fists tightly. The piece of shimatte who had caused this should die. He stood up, in a rage again. His moods were swinging like baseball bats. Hadn't the baka been watching! Couldn't he see the car in front of him! What was he! Blind? Stupid? Fucked up (sorry) Bakura slammed his other hand into the wall, putting a dent and making his other hand bleed.
"Oh shit," he muttered, bandaging it quickly. Then it hit him as he looked at his hands. He was going insane. A night without his hikari and he was already losing it. What was he going to be like in a week? Or would he still be alive? Would he have lost his mind and be in a mental hospital somewhere? He shook his head and started out in the down pour towards Malik's again.
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Marik sighed irritably as the doorbell rang. Malik had finally dozed off and whoever this was was going to pay. He got up off the couch and stomped over to the door.
"What do you...Bakura?" he interrupted himself as the door swung open to reveal Bakura. His hair hung ihn straggles on his face, his hands were both bandaged and his eyes were red, but also empty.
"Can I come in?"
"uh, sure, ov course." Marik stepped aside and Bakura walked past him and to the living room. Malik stared at him as he took a seat on the couch.
"Are you ok Bakura?" Malik asked. Normally Bakura would've responded sarcastically, but the lines around the teen's eyes showed an entire day of hell, and so he was silent."
"What happened here?" Marik said, lightly touching Bakura's hands.
"Tree, Wall, anything solid." Bakura said dully.
"Ah, I see." Malik looked at them both, as if he were trying to make a decision.
"You know what? I think we should go to Yugi's." they both stared, Bakura thought Marik would laugh but he didn't.
"That's an idea."
"What?" Marik smiled at him.
"I know you hate the pharaoh, but,"
"And his little hikari twerp," Bakura interjected.
"Fine, and his little hikari squirt, but they're in as much pain as we are, and the ones closest to Ryou should be together." Bakura considered this and then nodded.
"Fine, I guess we can go." Malik got up and they headed for Yami's house.
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Ryou stared pleadingly at Yami, willing him to agree.
"Alright alright, you can stop giving me the Yugi puppy eyes, I'll keep your secret, but if I sense that Yugi really needs to know,"
"Then we'll tell him, thank you Yami, I don't know what I," they both froze at the sound of the doorbell. Yami peaked around the curtain to see who was outside.
"shit, it's Marik, Malik and Bakura."
"Yami, you have to hide me somewhere!" Yami thought hard for a few seconds.
"Can you be really quiet?" Ryou nodded.
"Then go into Yugi's room and under his bed, just make sure you stay there until it's safe, go!" Ryou scampered into Yugi's room, silent as shadows and Yami opened the door to the three Egyptians. Unfortunately he had forgotten one thing, Ryou's bloody jacket still laid on the couch.
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A/N: mwhahahahaha! Another cliffy! I love doing these things! Sorry so much, but it's fun, but I'll be home more,and that means more updates, so the next chapter I get should be within a week. Hope you liked!
P.S: by august 11 I'll be changing my AN to Katia-chan, so it'll be easier to find, so that's where I'll be.
TTFN
Katia-chan
A/N: Well, I know that I just posted the bloopers and said that the next chap wouldn't be out for a while, but thanks to Misty Magic *huggles* who sent me an email that got my slow brain moving, I decided to write it the same night, right after I finished the bloopers and to post it too. There, I don't feel like such a terrible authoress anymore. Well, it's 1, and I want to finish this before 3 A.M, so I'm going to skip the authoress rant and get going.
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Yami pulled himself off the floor and stared, his jaw had reached the ground. Ryou was standing in his living room. He had a few bruises, but looked far from dead.
"Ry. Ryou?" the boy nodded.
"Hello Yami," he was so calm it was nerve racking.
"Wha. What are you doing here?" Ryou looked confused.
"Where else do you want me to go, Back to Bakura? I think not." Ryou's face was set and his eyes flashed.
"well, no, but what I meant is, Ryou, you're supposed to be dead." Ryou looked sad for a moment.
"I know, I saw the paper this morning." Yami glared at Ryou. He loved the guy (brotherly) but he was starting to make him mad.
"Well, if you wouldn't mind explaining to me? I'm still a little lost as to how a dead person is standing in my living room." Ryou sighed and looked tired.
"Do you care if I sit down? I've been going all day." Yami shook his head and Ryou sat down on the couch.
"Will you tell me what's going on?" Yami said, hearing the rain falling outside. When had that started?
"ok, I suppose I should tell you."
"no, you think?"
"I really could do without the sarcasm right now."
"Fine, just tell me what happened, and why you're supposedly dead, and why you're in my living room."
"Ok, well, I. I got in a fight with Bakura. He made me so mad that I had to leave the house. I went for a drive and um. Ran a red light. There was another car coming from my left and it smashed into the car."
"How did you survive?"
"I guess the car that hit me blew my door in, it knocked me to the other side of the car, since I wasn't wearing a seat belt and, by some lucky, lucky chance I guess from the crappiness of the car, hit the door, which had unlatched itself on impact and combined with the force of a flying me knocked the door open." Yami stared at him, stunned.
"How could you survive being thrown like that?"
"I don't know, but I did, and I flew quite a ways. Don't ask me how far. All I remember is landing in some long grass and then I think I blacked out or something, because the next thing I know it's dawn and I'm lying in weeds." Yami stared again, but then glared.
"Well, if you knew that everyone thought you were dead, then why didn't you come up and say "hey! I'm not dead!" Ryou glared.
"Yami shut up!." He whispered. "I'm assuming that since you're out here Yugi's asleep, well we want to keep it that way. I didn't tell anyone, well, first because I didn't even want to move, and then because I looked a little scary, my hair was covered in blood from my shoulder," he pulled his jacket offand it was the first time Yami noticed the big gash. It ran from the base of his neck to his arm. It wasn't bleeding badly, but it looked painful.
"What's that from?"
"I think it's from being the tenisball to a racket made of steel, but it hurt to bad, and it bled into my hair, and I ddin't want anyone to see me like that."
"Let me get you a bandage or something for that." Yami hurried into the bathroom, when he returned he dabbed at the cut gently with some disinfectant.
"ow! What the?"
"it's just to make sure it's not infected," Yami wrapped his shoulder in the bandage and then wiped the blood that was still in his hair. Then he examined Ryou's face. He had a bruise on the side of his head and a few small cuts on his face and arms. Yami pulled up his sleeve and Ryou winced.
"Gently Yami," he said through gritted teeth. "I think I sprained it." Yami wrapped the wrist in more cloth and then sat back.
"I know what I'm doing."
"Yes, but now you see why I didn't want to say hello so early? I was a mess."
"Well, then why not do it later?" Ryou looked sheepish.
"Because, I want to test Bakura, see how much he really cares, and you're the only one around here who can keep secrets." Yami looked at him incredulously.
"You're playing a joke like this? On the tomb robber? That is sick Ryou, really sick." Ryou's usually calm and passive face turned red with fury and his eyes were hard.
"Yami," he hissed through gritted teeth, "Do you know how it feels? To live with someone day after day and to know they haven't even really seen you once? Do you know what it's like to wear your heart on your sleeve and have it brushed aside? Do you have any idea, oh grate pharaoh, how it feels to be the one no one ever looks at twice?!" Yami blinked, then Ryou blinked. He seemed stunned that he had just burst and that he had called Yami the pharaoh, a phrase usually his Yami only used. Yami was stunned.
"You mean, that I can't even tell my Aibou?"
"No! not him, he's a grate person, but I know how easily secrets slip, and I need to have this a need to know circle, I'll tell everyone else eventually, but I can't do it right now, I need to rest, but I assure you, the first one to know will be Yugi." Yami was ready to refuse, he hated keeping secrets, but Ryou's eyes were a reflection of the hell he went through daily, and if Ryou wanted a little revenge, then he should have it. After all, Bakura deserved more then this. Oh how wrong he was.
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Bakura locked the door behind him and brushed his dripping hair out of his eyes and slumped onto the couch. He smelled one of the pillows, the one Ryou always used and he could smell Ryou's shampoo. (It was a cherry smell. He realized that he was crying again, but the anger welled up and he slammed his fist into the couch. This brought back the memory of punching the tre, twice and now that he had calmed down he could feel the throbbing of is hand. He wrapped it in bandages and then sat staring at the window. What had his hikari's last minutes been like? Had he realized what happened? Had he been afraid? Bakura clenched his fists tightly. The piece of shimatte who had caused this should die. He stood up, in a rage again. His moods were swinging like baseball bats. Hadn't the baka been watching! Couldn't he see the car in front of him! What was he! Blind? Stupid? Fucked up (sorry) Bakura slammed his other hand into the wall, putting a dent and making his other hand bleed.
"Oh shit," he muttered, bandaging it quickly. Then it hit him as he looked at his hands. He was going insane. A night without his hikari and he was already losing it. What was he going to be like in a week? Or would he still be alive? Would he have lost his mind and be in a mental hospital somewhere? He shook his head and started out in the down pour towards Malik's again.
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Marik sighed irritably as the doorbell rang. Malik had finally dozed off and whoever this was was going to pay. He got up off the couch and stomped over to the door.
"What do you...Bakura?" he interrupted himself as the door swung open to reveal Bakura. His hair hung ihn straggles on his face, his hands were both bandaged and his eyes were red, but also empty.
"Can I come in?"
"uh, sure, ov course." Marik stepped aside and Bakura walked past him and to the living room. Malik stared at him as he took a seat on the couch.
"Are you ok Bakura?" Malik asked. Normally Bakura would've responded sarcastically, but the lines around the teen's eyes showed an entire day of hell, and so he was silent."
"What happened here?" Marik said, lightly touching Bakura's hands.
"Tree, Wall, anything solid." Bakura said dully.
"Ah, I see." Malik looked at them both, as if he were trying to make a decision.
"You know what? I think we should go to Yugi's." they both stared, Bakura thought Marik would laugh but he didn't.
"That's an idea."
"What?" Marik smiled at him.
"I know you hate the pharaoh, but,"
"And his little hikari twerp," Bakura interjected.
"Fine, and his little hikari squirt, but they're in as much pain as we are, and the ones closest to Ryou should be together." Bakura considered this and then nodded.
"Fine, I guess we can go." Malik got up and they headed for Yami's house.
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Ryou stared pleadingly at Yami, willing him to agree.
"Alright alright, you can stop giving me the Yugi puppy eyes, I'll keep your secret, but if I sense that Yugi really needs to know,"
"Then we'll tell him, thank you Yami, I don't know what I," they both froze at the sound of the doorbell. Yami peaked around the curtain to see who was outside.
"shit, it's Marik, Malik and Bakura."
"Yami, you have to hide me somewhere!" Yami thought hard for a few seconds.
"Can you be really quiet?" Ryou nodded.
"Then go into Yugi's room and under his bed, just make sure you stay there until it's safe, go!" Ryou scampered into Yugi's room, silent as shadows and Yami opened the door to the three Egyptians. Unfortunately he had forgotten one thing, Ryou's bloody jacket still laid on the couch.
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A/N: mwhahahahaha! Another cliffy! I love doing these things! Sorry so much, but it's fun, but I'll be home more,and that means more updates, so the next chapter I get should be within a week. Hope you liked!
P.S: by august 11 I'll be changing my AN to Katia-chan, so it'll be easier to find, so that's where I'll be.
TTFN
Katia-chan
