Ello all! -waves- I am here to present this crap of a chapter. n.n;;; Dont worry, it will definitley be picking up again. I have lots of angst in the next chapters, wo0ho0! n.n;; eheh... -looks down-
I have got to end this fic soon! I've beaten, starved, blinded, tortured, muted, raped, and deafened Ryou. Whats left? (Apart from the heartbreaking thing I will do to him soon. Yes, soon... muahahahahahaha...) But there will probably be around 5-10 chapters, so never fret! n.n;;
Oh, and By the Way, I am going to be starting a new fic, taking the piss out of other fics. And I will be needing peoples to fill the roled of, well, people. If you would like to star in this, then just say so in a review. wo0ht! n.n;;
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Bakura sat up in bed that night crying. He actually cried, for the first time in months. He didn't want this to happen, he didn't want to be split from Ryou; he couldn't, he just couldn't. Little did he know, that whilst he was sobbing beside Ryou, his breath hitched with tears, a certain Miss Izumi was padding along the hallway, to get a glass of water. She froze when she heard the sound, her ear pressed against the door.
That wasn't Ryou she was hearing, it couldn't be. Ryou couldn't make a sound, so that meant- Her eyes widened as she backed away from the door. That crazy spirit who was bound to her stepson was crying?
The said spirit took his hands away form his face and gazed down at Ryou. A small smile came to his face as Ryou shifted slightly in his sleep. Bakura lay back down, wrapping his arms around the angel and drawing him close, nuzzling his head in Ryous neck, his nose filled with the scent of Ryous shampoo. He would never let Ryou leave him. Ever.
Around fifteen minutes later, Izumi walked back to the room, and tentatively opened the door, peeking through to check on them. What she saw made her heart nearly melt.
As it was quite a warm night, Bakura and Ryou had kicked the blankets off, both wearing only their boxers- Ryous white cotton, and Bakuras black silk. Bakuras arms were looped around Ryous slim waist; both of them were asleep, breathing deeply. The curtains were open, the silvery list of the full moon illuminating the boys' platinum skin and hair, giving it a soft glow. Izumi smiled softly, and left the room, her mind going away at full tick.
She had to convince her husband to let his stepson stay. Ryou and the spirit belonged together.
NO! Bakura yelled, as he struggled and fought against the strong men that had their hands on his arms, but to no avail. Ryou merely curled into a trembling ball, not knowing what was happening. No. They weren't going to take his angel away from him, they couldn't! Bakura tried to scream, tried to make a sound, but couldn't. He began to cry, utter helplessness washing over him as Ryou was shoved into a van, and driven away…
Bakura jerked out of his nightmare, his heart pounding and sweat forming on his brow. He gazed beside, him, just too make sure Ryou was still there. He sighed, and flopped against the pillow, holding a hand over his eyes. He wasn't going to let that happen, he wasn't going to let Ryou be taken away from him.
Ryou and the spirit couldn't stay here. It was just too dangerous. That bastard of a father mistreated Ryou bad enough before, but to separate himself from the only person he could even communicate with... That was going too far. Bakura abruptly sat up, one crazy thought going through his head.
He wasn't going to take any more shit from that narrow-minded bastard. He and Ryou were both out of there. He stood up, his well-attuned eyes finding his puddles of clothes easily on the floor. He pulled them on over his lithe frame, eyes darting around to see what he should take, He pulled on his black trench coat, the one he used for stealing (Nice big pockets), and gazed around the room, mentally deciding what to take.
A few minutes later, he walked over to the bed, crouching down so he was eyelevel to the sleeping boy, and gently shook him awake. Ryous blind eyes slowly flutteres open, full of confusion.
/Come on Ryou, We're going. Get dressed./ He pushed some clothes into Ryous hands. Ryou pulled on the clothes, his sensitive fingers able to figure out what was what.
/Where are we going/ He inquired tentatively. Bakura sighed.
/I don't know. Away from here, that for sure./
/what-/
/look. Shut up, and don't ask questions./ Bakura grasped Ryous wrist firmly, leading him over to the window. Ryou whimpered, but obeyed when Bakura stepped up onto the windowsill, tugging Ryou with him. It wasn't until Bakura set him down on the roof under the window when he realized what his yami was going to do.
/No, yami… I don't want to leave…/ Bakura didn't respond, only dragged Ryous with him as he walked on the roof, catlike as he made his way to the edge, where he knew Ken had set up a ladder the day before. Geez, being silent was a lot harder when you were dragging along a blind kid who couldn't hear how damn loud he was.
Too bad the ladder had been taken down since that afternoon. Bakura swore loudly into he black night, considering. He was been in worse predicaments before. But then, of course, he had never dragged Ryou along to anything. He didn't think Ryou even knew what Bakura got up to when he was asleep or at school. (It was more than slightly illegal)…
/Okay, You have to trust me./ Bakura let Ryou go, who nodded, fingers tightening on the tiles of the roof. Bakura bit his lip, and jumped, landing lightly on the ground. He turned and looked up at Ryou, who sat on the roof, trembling in the cold night air. /now Jump/. Ryou gasped, beginning to shake harder.
/Yami, are you serious/ Ryous bit his lip. /I-I'll/
/DO IT/ Ryou winced, and gulped, groping around for the edge of the roof, and pushing himself off. Bakura dove under Ryou, cushioning the boys fall as he caught him in his arms. He set the boy on the ground, steadying him, and began to drag him by his arm across the front lawn. The moonlight made the boys' hair shine like a beacon, and Bakura mentally cursed himself for not grabbing a couple of hats.
/Where are we/ Ryou clung to the spirits hand, wishing with all of his heart that he could see. /Where are you taking me/
/We're getting out of here/ Bakura replied, as he made his way down the sidewalk, his pitch-black coat flaring behind him like a metaphor representing his anger and rage. /I'm not letting him take you away from me./ Bakura began to run faster, his and Ryous footsteps thudding in the midnight silence.
Izumi frowned, her hand on the door. She knocked again, hoping to get a respong from the spirit, but no reply. She tentatively opened the door and gazed in, confusion in her eyes.
They weren't there. The bed was empty, the floor was devoid of half of its clothes, and the window was open.
They had taken off…
Bakura gazed at the sleeping boy slumped against his chest. The dawn was cold and chilly, and the spirit was sure a thin layer of frost had gathered on his jacket. He shivered in the cold morning air, and shuffled beneath Ryou, trying to find a comfortable position on the park bench, but failed. Bakura sighed, leaning back and closing his hardened brown eyes. Great. He just ran off with a kid who was blind, had no house, no money, and was probably going to be arrested for this. How come thing always seemed to happen to him? He tightened his hold Ryou, gently kissing the top of his snowy head. Ryou sighed, and shuffled slightly in his sleep, tightening his hold on Bakura. The spirit smiled softly, gently nuzzling the top of Ryous head.
None of that really mattered to him. He was finally alone with Ryou, his little angel, just like it was supposed to be. They were together, and nothing- not even Ryous disabilities- would ever split them apart. He loved Ryou, with all of his heart. And he always would.
And that's all that really mattered.
Yay! Back into the angst! n.n;;; I am so glad yew all love this. Your reviewrs are what keep me from committing suicide.. n.n;;; Remember to say if ya want a part in meh fic! n.n