Unexpected Events
By duenna

Pairings: BakuraxRyouxMalik -- BxR-- implied YYxY SxJ -- major OOCness!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh but I wished I did then it would be yaoi-ish goodness!

Summery: Ryou loves his yami. Ryou gets into an accident. Bakura realizes he really does love his hikari. Ryou wakes up in the hospital. Malik is mad at Bakura. Yuugi-tachi just sit back and watch the fight. And you'll have to read the rest! ;;

"speech"
'thoughts'
-yami to hikari-
/hikari to yami/

dictionary
hikari - light
yami - dark
baka - idiot/stupid
-tachi - like a group, I say Yuugi-tachi which means 'Yuugi and the gang'
aibou - partner
koi - love
koibito – lover

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Chapter 012

Ryou arrived in Cairo, Egypt perhaps twelve hours after his yami did. Of course it was midnight by the time his plane landed, so he searched for a hotel for the next couple of days to stay at. He booked a room at the closest one to the airport. Once he checked in and got his room key, Ryou dumped his luggage by the bed and continued onto the enormous window next to the bed. Opening the curtains, Ryou gasped at the sight his view gave him. It was almost like a picture or painting. He could not describe it, but it was beautiful.

Ryou noticed that the window was made to open if one wishes, so he did just that. The cool breeze of Egyptian nights ruffled his silvery locks and he closed his eyes and smiled slightly. Even though his yami never really talked about his days back in ancient Egypt, Ryou did catch glimpses of Bakura's memories sometimes when the yami was sleeping.

The hikari remembers one memory as he stood there, listening to the cooling wind and chirping night sounds. It was on a night just like this one and the breeze was just as cool. Ryou remembers seeing Bakura watching the night sky on top of a tall building. He didn't know when it was or where he was; Ryou could only see out of his yami's eyes at the stars and the hikari remembers feeling the same emotions as Bakura did. It wasn't anger or resentment or the need to kill something. It was a feeling that Bakura rarely ever felt, it was peace and contentment. At that moment, Ryou knew his yami could feel other things besides anger and hatred and it was when the hikari started to fall in love with his yami.

Ryou opens his eyes and hot tears fell down his cheeks. He made no attempt to wipe them away either.

/Where are you Bakura?/ Ryou called out desperately, but no reply came. He knew his yami was blocking him with a very strong shield.

Turning abruptly around, Ryou fell down upon the soft bed and sighed. As he closed his eyes he swore to himself that he would find his yami and promised to tell him how he felt even if Bakura didn't feel the same.

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Ryou woke up around noon. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he stood to look out the window again. A small smile formed upon his lips at the sight again. It was different then the night view but just as beautiful.

He quickly turned away and went to his suitcase. He grabbed clean clothes and placed them on the bed. He took a quick shower and got dressed and brushed his hair quickly, hoping it would dry out enough before he got to searching the city for his yami.

He once remembered his father saying how hot it was in Egypt during the day, so he packed light clothes. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and tan khaki shorts with tan boots that went up to his ankles.

With one last glance out the window, Ryou left his room and locked the door. He made it downstairs where the lunch buffet was provided for guests. He got himself a plate full of fruits and a sandwich. Ryou munched on the fruits while he contemplated where to look first. He didn't really know all that much about this city and he was sure he was going to get lost at some point but he would worry about that later.

Ryou finished his lunch and proceeded outside the hotel. He shielded his eyes as he walked outside from the bright sun. Blinking a few times to get his eyes adjusted to the sun, he started walking down the street, looking at all the different stores. He was amazed at everything and promised himself that he would come back here one day and explore everything.

Not really noticing where he was going, he followed the street until he came to an enormous building at the end of the street. Ryou blinked once and then again and his eyes widened. 'Of course! Why didn't I think of this in the beginning?!' He exclaims to himself. He knew that Isis had stayed back in Egypt while Malik and Marik moved to Japan.

Smiling to him self, the silver haired teen jogged up the stairs two at a time, to the entrance of the museum. He opened the large glass door and walked in, letting the cold air from inside cool down his hot skin from the scorching sun. Ryou wandered around searching for Isis. He stopped a couple of employee's and asked where she could be and they didn't know.

After an hour of searching, Ryou sat down in a bench that was located near the center of the museum. He sighed and wondered if there was another museum somewhere in the city. He didn't want to give up, but he needed to rest a bit.

"Looking for someone?" A soft but amused voice came from behind him.

Ryou yelped and jumped up from his seat, turning around to stare into the cerulean eyes of Isis Ishtar.

"You!" Ryou answers hastily and Isis raises an eyebrow. "I mean I have been looking for you." The teen blushes in embarrassment as his one word answer.

"I see. What did you need?" Isis questions calmly.

"Have you seen Bakura? Do you know where he is? Is he okay? Do you know where he is?" Ryou asked one question after another until Isis held a hand up.

"Follow me." She answers and turns to walk towards an exhibit that wasn't even open yet.

Ryou followed her, a bit confused and lost and wondered if she knew where his yami was. But he still followed none the less.

Isis nodded to the security guard and proceeded into the exhibit. Ryou went after her a bit uncertainly to where she was taking him. He looked in awe at the priceless pure gold artifacts that were displayed around the small room. They didn't even seem damaged or broken. He noticed Isis had stopped in front of a small glass encased box displaying several objects that looked like jewelry and such.

"Do you know where I got these from?" Isis asked the teen, who shook his head no. A small smile formed upon her lips. "They are from the nameless pharaoh's tomb. Only a few people knew where it was." Isis looks to her right at the silver haired teen. "Do you know what I am getting at?"

Ryou turned to look at the calm Egyptian woman and he nods. "Bakura." He stated and Isis nodded.

"I asked him to do me a favor."

Ryou remained quiet for a moment. "He wouldn't do anything without payment."

Isis smiled at the boy. "Of course. I told him he could keep anything in the tomb he wanted. I assume he was happy with his price."

Ryou frowned. "What was it?"

"I don't know. You will have to ask him that."

"But I don't know where he is!" Ryou cried out in frustration. "He left before I could even tell him anything!"

Isis watched the teen for a moment and reached into her robe for a piece of paper and handed it to Ryou. "You can find him here."

The silver haired teen stared at the piece of paper for awhile before he took his shaking hand and took the piece of paper. It only said two words. "Pharaoh's Tomb?" he said out loud and looked questionly at the seer, who shrugged.

"It's a hang out for thieves and such. I have no idea where it is."

Ryou thanked Isis and headed out of the museum. He stood on top of the stairs for a moment before he headed down to the city. The teen had searched part of the city before it got dark and had no luck at finding the hang out where his yami was said to be.

With depressed thoughts, he went back to his hotel and had dinner. It was nearly eight at night when he went back up to his room and laid down upon his bed. Ryou sighed and promised himself that he would keep looking until he found his yami.

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A couple of days went by and Ryou still had no clue as to where this so called hang out was. Was it even real? Did Isis lie to him? No. She wouldn't do that, would she? He was currently walking down another street he found hidden behind strips of stores. Ryou knew this part of town wasn't part of the 'tourist attraction' so he wandered aimlessly looking for that damned bar Isis told him about.

It wasn't until recently (in this part of town anyway) that people were moving out of his way and giving him scared looks. It was as if they were frightened of him. It confused him at first but then as he thought about it, he assumed they thought he was Bakura. So Ryou knew he was getting close to where he needed to be, but he didn't want to ask anyone incase they realize he wasn't the thief.

Lost in his thoughts, Ryou didn't see the person in front of him and he bumped into him. The silver haired teen fell onto his rear and winced. "Gomen!" He automatically says as he looked up to see who he bumped into. The man was basically much bigger and stronger then the silver haired teen was, but the look in his eyes was that of fright. The big man started speaking franticly in Arabic to Ryou, but he didn't understand a word the man said. Ryou tried to calm the man down but it didn't work. Once the man noticed Ryou was speaking a different language he stopped and stared at the teen.

"You speak English?" the man asks.

"Yes! I can speak English." Ryou replies and smiles.

The man looks confused for a moment and then sighs in relief. "For a moment I thought you were someone else! I'm glad you are not!"

Ryou's eyes go wide. "Do you know Bakura?!" He asks in excitement.

The man just stares at the silver haired teen and wonders why anyone would want to see the thief. Everyone was frightened of the white haired teen that recently rose up in ranks among the thieves here in Cairo. It was almost scary how good Bakura was, as if he had been older then he really was. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts away, he sighed.

"I don't think you should see Bakura. He doesn't like people."

Ryou blinks at the man. "What? Why not? It's only been about four days since I saw him last." Came a confused reply.

The man runs a hand through his thick hair. "Well, don't blame me if anything happens to you." He replies and he started to walk down a dark alley and beckoned the boy to follow him.

Ryou hesitantly follow the man into the shadows of the alley way. He didn't really trust this man, so he kept his bag close which contained the Rod that Malik let him borrow. They past a couple of more streets and then the big man stopped and pointed at the building to his right. Ryou looked up at the sign. It said "Pharaoh's Tomb." He smiled in relief that he finally found the place he was looking for. Ryou turned around to thank the man, but he was already gone. Shrugging, Ryou made his way over to the door and opened it.

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I think only one more chapter left! XD I hope yall like it!

Ja ne!