Food at last
Fear and disgust mixed in Anzu's mind, and she winced away from the scene of carnage in front of her, glancing at Ryou to see how he was taking it. Only, when she looked, it wasn't Ryou beside her. Apparently the British boy hadn't managed to deal with what was happening to him, and had allowed his yami to take over for him. She fought down a brief stab of envy, wishing that she could disclaim responsibility like he had.
There was blood everywhere. She had thought that the cave had been bloody and disgusting, but this was much worse. Everywhere she looked there was blood, severed body parts, dead bodies, or wounded people. Men dragged bodies away, and helped the wounded stagger off, but for there were just too many bodies. She shuddered and moved closer to Bakura. At least she'd never seen him kill anyone.
Their escort led them through the bodies, and into a small room. Once they were inside, the man left, joining the other men outside the room. She heard a lock click as the door closed, and shivered as she realized that they were prisoners. What was going to happen to her now?
A hand touched her shoulder, and she looked over to find Ryou smiling at her reassuringly. "It'll be all right." He told her. "Just try to sleep, okay?" He gestured towards the bed in the corner. "We'll keep watch and make sure you're all right."
"How can I sleep after that?" Anzu felt tears spring to her eyes, and turned away, hiding her face from Ryou's sympathetic gaze. "All right, but you should sleep too. He won't let anyone hurt you, right?"
"Right." Ryou nodded, and then looked towards the door. Anzu blinked in surprise, wondering what he was looking for, until the door opened and someone brought a loaf of bread and a leather bag in, handed them to Ryou and stepped out again. Ryou's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the bag, but a moment later Anzu decided she must have imagined it, as Ryou smiled happily and broke the bread in half.
"There you are!" His voice was cheerful, and she saw in disbelief that he didn't look worried at all. Automatically, she took the bread he offered her, and brought it to her lips. "We'll be all right now, see?" He pulled a plug out of the leather bag, and lifted it to his lips, tilting it so a stream of water poured into his mouth.
Chewing the tough bread slowly, Anzu watched him, wondering how he could be so happy in a place like this. Surely Bakura hadn't forced him into situations like this before. Even he couldn't have managed to find a group of cutthroats this big back in Japan.
Ryou handed her the flask, and she tilted it up, trying to imitate what Ryou had done, but only succeeded in pouring water all over her face. Ryou laughed softly, and she stuck her tongue out at him before trying again. This time she didn't spill so much of it on herself, and she did manage to get a mouthful, so she decided that was enough and handed it back to the laughing youth.
"How did you manage it?" she asked suspiciously, glaring at him.
"Bakura showed me how." Shoulders lifted in an embarrassed shrug, and Ryou turned away, taking a blanket from the pile at the foot of the bed and curling up with it in the corner. "Go to sleep, Anzu. Everything will be better in the morning, I'm sure."
She wasn't at all sure of that, but she picked up a blanket anyway, lying down on the bed and closing her eyes. She would have thought that after what she had seen she would have been awake all night, but all she had to do was close her eyes. The bed was so soft...