Chapter 3: Party of the Damned
Thank you reviewers! I'm so happy! I hope you don't die, Crimson Gates, thanks Chained and Tortured, and Glitchunter! I hope you guys enjoy and if you have any questions please ask or a big mistake please point out. But please, the only be nice when you point out mistakes and such because as much as I'd like to believe I'm perfect I'm not and I really would rather if someone didn't snap at me for that. Anyways, if you're nice about it I'll most likely do it.
They watched movies and ate popcorn. Well, Bakura ate popcorn and Yugi, Yami, and Ryou watched movies. Bakura didn't understand anything that was going on. Soon, they stopped watching movies and it started to get late. Ryou dug through his jean backpack and then muttered something.
"Oh shoot," he said and pushed his backpack over. "Darn, I left it at the house." He sighed and then looked sadly at Bakura. "If only someone could go get my little sister's doll for me…"
"That's not going to work." Bakura glared straight back at Ryou.
"Yes, but this is!" Ryou pulled out the 'Bakura prod.' He shocked Bakura and Bakura let out a howl of pain so loud that Yugi's grandfather heard it. After about thirty seconds passed and he could see, Bakura rushed towards the door.
"I'm goin', just don' poke me again!" Bakura flung open the door and was followed by Yami. Once they were outside, Bakura turned to Yami and abruptly stopped walking. "Why are you following me?"
"I wanted to talk to you," Yami looked a bit embarrassed.
"What?" Bakura turned away and began to walk. He looked over at the sun that was setting.
"Uh, well… have you had any troubles adjusting to your body?"
"Sometimes," Bakura didn't want to tell him about some things that had happened when he figured out that having your own body was a lot of work.
"Have you forgotten about eating… ever?"
"No, I always eat whenever possible." Bakura patted him stomach with seemed to have gained a little weight since he got the body.
"Have you ever heard of a therapist?"
"No, now tell me what you're asking straight out!" Bakura was getting frustrated.
"Well," he looked down at the ground. They had begun walking again. "I just wanted to see if I was the only one who had issues…" Bakura sighed.
"If it makes you feel any better, I have some issues too." Bakura couldn't look Yami in the eyes. "Like everyday things are hard. I barely take a shower or a bath because I don't know how to work the damn thing. It's hard to even find something to eat."
"Thanks,"
"What?" Bakura now looked at Yami, who was obviously in another world.
"Thank you for letting me know I'm not the only one with problems."
"You're not welcome."
The two secretly enjoyed each other's company. But they were soon at the Bakura mansion; it was too soon for Bakura.
Bakura walked up to the front door of the mansion. He used to not care about walking in and out of it, but now, that dark cherry door meant the difference between the spirit world and the living world. He slowly opened the door.
What he saw in the front room terrified him. There were ghosts, oh so many ghosts. They looked as if they were real people except for the fact that they were transparent. Well, and the fact that some of them had missing limbs or other body parts, or bullet holes or arrows in them. But they didn't seem to notice. They didn't relive their deaths like Ryou's sister. They acted as if they were all real people. Most of them were wearing old-fashioned clothes but some were in normal too.
They all turned their heads to face Bakura. Bakura thought that they all, each and every one of them, held some sort of small resemblance to Ryou. Mostly, it seemed as if it were the hair. He took a step forwards. All the ghosts opened up their mouths in a dog-like manor, revealing canines as thick as knives. Their eyes glowed red and they all turned into dog-like creatures. Bakura was stunned. The closest on to him made a desperate grab for his neck, but Bakura put his hand in the way so the creature only touched it. He felt a burning on the back of his left wrist.
"Give your flesh," they started to chant. "Give us your blood so we can fill our stomachs that have ached with eternal hunger, give us Ryou Bakura!"
He quickly shut the door and turned to Yami.
"I don't think I'm going to risk my life for a stupid doll," he cursed to himself and started to pet his hurt wrist. "Damn ghosts," he started to lick it absentmindedly.
"Bakura, that's just disgusting." Yami commented.
"That's okay, I don't mind. I'm going to get a new body anyways." He licked his wrist some more.
"A new body? How do you do that?"
"I've done it before but I'm not really sure how to explain it. Well, my soul pushes out their soul and then my body takes the shape of my soul and that's it." Bakura explained, happy to know that he knew something the Pharaoh didn't.
"But how to you get your soul to push the other one out?"
"That's the part I'm not sure about." They continued with silence the rest of the way.
"So," Ryou said once they both returned. Bakura flopped himself down on a blanket that was on the floor. "Where is it?"
"I couldn't get it,"
"WHAT?" Bakura could practically feel the Bakura prod being driven in his back, though it was only his overactive imagination. "Why didn't you get it? What's wrong with you?"
"I couldn't get it because of the ghosts."
"Don't tell me there's more,"
"There is, it's like your whole family or somethin'." Bakura closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep. "A family reunion,"
"Yami, is he telling the truth?" Bakura shot up and gave Ryou an evil glare.
"I'm not talking to you." He turned around to face a wall and sighed to himself.
"Yes, he is telling the truth. I saw all of it with my own eyes." Yami said.
"You believe him but not me." Bakura pouted.
"That's because you lie all the time, what right do you have to think that I should believe you when you lie about the pettiest of things?"
"I wasn't lying this time." He complained. Bakura often acted like a child.
"And I was supposed to know this… how?" Bakura didn't answer; he just sulked and stared at the wall.
Yami and were playing video games together. Ryou and very deep down Bakura wished that they too, could be like that. Soon Ryou joined in on the video game madness, and Bakura secretly watched them. Truthfully, he was fascinated by these 'video games' that you could control the TV with. Once Yami caught him drooling over the video games; Bakura tried to pretend that he was not looking that way but Yami was too fast.
"Do you want to play, Bakura?" he asked. By this time Bakura had his face back to the wall again.
"No,"
"Fine, but you're really missing out!" Yugi called. "Oh, good move Yami!"
Why is it that the Pharaoh and his future clone can get along? Why can't Ryou and me get along like that? Why does it have to be them? Bakura thought angrily. He looked at Yami and Yugi enviously. Obviously, he looked at them for a little too long.
"Come on, Bakura, I know you want to play this." Ryou waved the controller in the air. Bakura gave him a dirty look. "Bakura, just try it." Bakura didn't move or show any sign of planning to move. Ryou threw the controller at Bakura and it hit him on the head. He didn't seem to notice. "Alright, you asked for it!" Ryou ran over Bakura and tackled him. Bakura was stunned. Ryou balled up his hand into a fist and prepared to punch Bakura.
"You wouldn't, no, no, let me rephrase that, you couldn't. You couldn't punch me even if I beat you half to death." Bakura smirked. Ryou stared to tremble.
"This is for all the mean things that you've ever done to me!" Ryou started to shake even worse. "You… you… meanie!"
"'Meanie?' is that the worst you could come up with? You can't even cuss me out, not to mention punch me, you bitch." Bakura, in a sense, somewhat wanted Ryou to punch him. That would make his hikari less wimpy.
"You… you… you…" Ryou stuttered. "You bastard you!" he tightened his fist and punched Bakura. Bakura started to laugh.
"You call that a punch, you sissy bitch? That was a bitch slap! You couldn't hit-" Ryou punched his right cheek with all his might. It turned red and Bakura shrieked with pain.
"Shut up you wimp!" Ryou said in his toughest voice.
"That's not fair you bitch you pinned me down to the ground-"
"You wanna see not fair, this is not fair!" Ryou punched him in the same spot again.
"Ow! At least have some dignity and punch me somewhere else." Ryou grinned. "No, don't think bad thoughts Ryou, I didn't mean-" For the next half-an-hour there was screaming and laughing, mostly screaming was heard though.
Bakura went to bed aching all over. Well, he went to sleep on the floor with one pillow and a blanket along with Ryou who slept in a sleeping bag and numerous pillows. Bakura didn't care to take any, because Ryou had beaten him ruthlessly just a bit earlier.
"Bakura?" Ryou mumbled.
"What, you wanna bitch slap me some more?"
"No, I just wanted to say… I'm sorry for hurting you." Bakura went into shock. "I know you deserved it and everything, but just because you deserve something doesn't mean you should get it." Bakura didn't answer. "Are we friends?"
"Mm…" Bakura didn't really want to answer that. Ryou took it as a yes.
"Thanks, Bakura," they both fell asleep, one confused and one happy.
The next morning Ryou dragged Bakura out of bed. Well, out of his blanket and pillow. He tried to drag him out of the room but Bakura showed his strength and fought back.
"What in the hell are you doin' boy?" he snapped.
"We're going to see a doctor." Ryou pulled some more but Bakura refused to move.
"I don't like doctors, you know that very well Ryou Bakura." Bakura snarled.
But then something jumped onto Bakura's back. It was Yugi, holding on for dear life.
"Hurry, get him!" Yugi called and Yami took both of Bakura's hand together in front of him and handcuffed him with some handcuffs. Bakura was soon knocked to the floor.
"Tie his feet up!" someone else called. Soon his feet were tied together so tight that they could both fit in one pant leg. Of course, this was uncomfortable for Bakura.
"Hey, guys?" he asked as Yami slug him over his shoulder and started out the door. Bakura, being relatively small and very light was very easy for Yami to carry. "Could you loosen up a little on the legs? This is very painful…"
"Bakura, you're not that big." Ryou said flatly, the two others snickered and Bakura turned bright red.
"Just because you've seen me naked doesn't mean you have full rights to make fun of me…" Bakura once again started to pout.
"Oh, you'll get over it, anyways, you've got a cute ass." Ryou laughed. Bakura turned even redder.
"Shut up! Cute ass my ass! You're the one with-" but no one would listen. They carried him out to the small, black, cheap car and threw him in the back with Ryou. Bakura began to kick him with his combined leg.
"Stop it Bakura!" they began to kick and push each other.
"I'm not stopping until you loosen the ropes!" Bakura growled and kicked Ryou in the stomach.
"Okay, okay," Ryou sighed. Bakura continued kicking. "Stop it or I can't untie you!"
"You're going to untie him? Bad idea," Yugi said, turning back.
"If he'll stop kicking I will,"
"I have! Untie me already!" Bakura plopped his feet onto Ryou's lap. Ryou took his time untying him.
"You have absolutely nothing to complain about," Ryou murmured as Bakura sat upright.
They were at the hospital within fifteen minutes. Bakura started to shake. He saw it again, the white hospital. Everything there was white. He hated the color white because it symbolized good. He hated good.
-Memories-
"Come on Bakura!" Ryou called. He was in some nice jeans and a white tee shirt. Bakura, on the other hand was in ripped up jeans that were way too long for him and a black tee shirt that exposed some of his pale white stomach. Ryou was urging him into his father's expensive car.
"What do you want?" he snapped.
"We're gonna go somewhere special!" Ryou said in his happy-go-lucky voice. He took Bakura's arm and pulled him out the door, followed by Mr. Bakura with his graying hair. Mr. Bakura locked the door and followed the two white-haired boys out to the car.
"Car?" Bakura asked. Sometimes he only spoke with one-word questions.
"Yes, this is a car. It costs a lot of money, so if you break it my father will give you a painful death." Bakura stopped before they got in the car. Ryou opened the door of the black jaguar (ha ha Lily!) and beckoned Bakura in. He gave it a strange look.
"What does it do?"
"It takes you to places." Bakura gave it a dirty look for no particular reason. "Come on Bakura!" Ryou took his wrist and pulled him in. He buckled Bakura's seat belt and then his own.
"Okay, ready, Ryou?" Mr. Bakura asked as he started the car.
"Yes we are!" Ryou cheered from the back seat.
"Where is this place that we are being taken to?" Bakura asked nervously.
"It's called a hospital."
"What is a hospital and why are we going to it?"
"A hospital is a place where you go when you're broken."
"Am I broken?"
"Yes,"
"Can I be fixed?"
"I hope so," Ryou had a tear fall down his cheeks.
-End of memories-
The sting of the needle that day still hurt him. He absentmindedly rubbed his right arm. They entered the hospital, and it was how Bakura remembered it, white. He looked around and saw the same 'desk lady,' as he called her.
"Why are we at the hospital?" Bakura asked as soon as they sat down. "Am I broken?" Ryou looked him in the eyes. Brown vs. red.
"No, we are both broken beyond repair. This is just to see what's wrong."
In the fifteen minutes of waiting someone finally called for them. Bakura sighed and got up, but had to be dragged by Ryou.
"Don't act like a five-year old."
"Shut up, I thought you were supposed to respect your elders!" he whispered back.
"Not the insane elders," Ryou mumbled.
"Shut-up," Bakura snapped angrily. He was mad that he had been beaten.
They entered the white room. Bakura had an involuntary shutter as he remembered his first experience there. He glared as the nurse soon left the room. He waited there, silently muttering curse words in Egyptian. Ryou looked at him with pure 'pity' written all over his face.
"What are you lookin' at?" Bakura growled.
"I dunno, haven't figured that out yet." Ryou began to smile as Bakura's face turned red.
"You little-" he was cut off by the young doctor that entered the room.
"Hello there!" she greeted, pushing the long strands of light blonde hair from her face. "So what seems to be the problem?"
Ryou began explaining and Bakura tuned him out. It was so easy to tune out Ryou it wasn't even funny anymore. Bakura stuck out his left hand when he was told to but otherwise ignored both of them. He turned his head to see the lady in all white trying to get the exact pattern of the mark. She wrapped her gloved fingers around Ryou's neck. Bakura shuddered. Somehow, he knew what was coming.
Screams were heard. People rushed into the room. Bakura watched as the thick red substance poured down Ryou's neck. Bakura couldn't make out what the people were saying. Something about the ER. He didn't know where they were taking Ryou, and truthfully he didn't care. He watched as they took him away, all screaming their heads off.
Bakura couldn't help but laugh.