AN: I am going to smash my internet, hit it some more with a hammer, kick it, throw it down the flipping street…just…argh! It would connect only every few flipping minutes! So I couldn't update. I finally got a techie friend of mine to take a look at it. Instead, I had to copy this and take it to my friend's place to update 'Or So'. Okay. Calmer now. takes a deep breath On with the story!

I DO NOT OWN YGO!

Chapter 8: Our Mom, My Dad

-Yamazaki Hospital-

"Welcome to-"

"Excuse us, please." Marik cut off the secretary, going for the doors. Many people in line were waiting for their name to be called, dawdling around. However, when Marik made way for the two behind him, he left stunned people in his wake. "Coming through. Watch out. Make way people."

Somebody wailed. "Daddy, they're cutting! Do something!"

Ryou's hold on Bakura and Marik's hand stiffened as a man with a small girl in hand came over. The bald man with gigantic glasses, the father, stepped up to the threesome. Looking them over, he sniffed before saying, "Have you heard of manners? My daughter and I have been standing in line, waiting for a doctor to look at the sore spot on her arm - Where are your parents?"

Bakura glared at him. "That's none of your business," was his curt reply to the sudden question.

The man sniffed. "Do you know who I am?" Without giving them a chance to shoot back a reply, he said, "Batanubi Ouwata."

"Who? Never heard of you…oh, you're one of those failed doctors, huh? Yeah, probably. Now just get outta the way." Bakura growled when Batanubi shook his head.

Batanubi's nostrils flared. He dove for Bakura, grabbing his shirt. "Say that again, and I'll have you fired from wherever you work," the man said dangerously. "Now apologize to my daughter and go back to the end of the line."

Bakura scoffed. "What do I look like? You? Please, don't flatter yourself. Now," Bakura's voice took a cold turn. "Let. Go. Of. Me…Now."

The man laughed out loud and released him, shoving Bakura backwards. Staggering and faltering to regain his balance, Bakura was caught by his Egyptian friend.

Ryou felt something inside him snap. "Don't touch Kura!" he shouted, ramming into Batanubi. The air left his ribs only for an instant. The man quickly recovered and was about to slap the boy.

A blur collided into Batanubi. The adult nearly screamed when he felt the immediate pressure. He cowered and whimpered pitifully, writhing in agony as Bakura tightened his grip on his arm, which would leave bruises in the shape of a hand.

"Don't you dare touch him, asshole," Bakura said through clenched teeth.

"Lay one finger on him," a voice said behind him, "and you are dead. You hear me? D-E-A-D." Marik released the other arm he was pinning behind the man's back, and Bakura followed suit.

"Mr. Teishin!" a shrill voice shouted.

"T-Tei…Teishin…" Batanubi's eyes grew wide with fright and despair. He fell to his knees with a dazed look. When he snapped out of it, he was begging Bakura to forgive him.

Bakura ignored his pleas. Marik picked up Ryou and the threesome resumed their way towards the halls. However, the atmosphere of the people around them swelled with fear and astonishment.

"Teishin?" Whispers broke out. The many conversations were heard by all, thanks to the vaulted ceiling.

"I don't care who they are. Did you see how fast they were?"

"That little boy is lucky."

"Aren't they that really filthy rich family?"

"That must've been the renegade son of the Senior Teishin."

"What an idiot, challenging a Teishin."

The voices started fading as Ryou, (after thanking his guardians) Marik, and Bakura emerged from the other side of the double doors.

-Hallway-

"Room 513," Ryou murmured as Bakura gently pushed the door open.

Dr. Tommy Gaze's eyebrows shot up in surprise as three people entered the room. Usually, it was Bakura, Marik, or Mr. Teishin. Today however, they had brought a child with them. He couldn't help but smile as he watched one of his patients, a snowy white haired teen, took a leap forward towards his recovery.

Gently nodding to the teens and child, he left the room. As usual, he shut the door quietly behind him.

-Room 513-

"Mom, I brought Ryou today."

"Hi…"

"Marik's here, too."

"Hello Mrs. Corvelius."

Bakura pulled up the only chairs in the room (two of them) and sat down. He pulled Ryou into his lap as Marik plopped himself down on a seat.

In front of them was a wide bed with side railings. Fresh white sheets, replaced with new, clean ones every day, flourished it. A beautiful woman, slightly tanned, with naturally curled back hair and a delicate mouth occupied the bed. She looked peacefully just laying there, almost angelic to Ryou.

They all sat silently, enjoying each other's company. The youngest was the one who broke the ice.

"Will…she be my mommy?" Ryou asked hesitantly.

Bakura smiled. "Yes."

"W-will…" Ryou blushed. He felt as if he was going to ask one of the stupidest questions of his life. "Will…me?"

Bakura made a face of confusion and surprise, asking him to repeat his question.

The small boy bit his lip in faltering bravery. When seeing Marik nod at him, he asked again. "Will she love me, too?"

"Why wouldn't she?" Bakura countered, pulling Ryou close. Seeing as his answer didn't help, he softly cupped Ryou's cheek and said, "She'd love you."

Marik grinned. "Yeah, she would."

Ryou was silent for a minute before a small smile spread across his features. Without another word, he fell into a light, serene sleep.

The two older teens exchanged looks before Marik got up and walked towards the foot of the bed. There, a clipboard was hung by a little rod, which was attached to the bed.

Marik quietly unhooked it and read it over. He sighed. "No change," he said to Bakura's unasked question. "Wait…" Marik quickly read over the sheet again.

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-Patient: Ciri Teresa Corvelius

-Age: 39

-Condition: Comatose state, blindness.

-Chance of Recovery: 20

-Changes: N/A

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Looking closely, the Egyptian boy saw the 20 had a line coming out of the 'two'. 30 chance of recovery!

Marik shoved the clipboard into Bakura's face.

-Tomoki's Orphanage-

At exactly 3:00 PM, the phone rang.

Ring! Ring! Bbrringg!

Feeling her way around the desk, Mrs. Tomoki quickly picked up the receiver and brought it to her ear. "Tomoki's Orphanage, how may I help you?"

"It's Bakura!"

"Excuse me?"

"Bakura! Mr. Teishin's son?"

Thinking back, Mrs. Tomoki remembered the youth. "Ah, yes. Is this about returning the child?"

"No, no, no! Hell no!"

Mrs. Tomoki interjected with, "please watch your language young man!" She cleared her throat. "So, where are you at the moment?"

"A hospital."

"What happened? Is Ryou okay? Would have you done to him? If you've hurt him, I'll-"

"Holy crap lady, chill." A sigh. "Please, just listen?"

Mrs. Tomoki harrumphed. "Fine."

There was rustling around on the other end of the receiver. "Okay. I've decided to keep Ryou as my younger brother…permanently. When may I come in and sign all the legal stuff?"

At first, the old lady was surprised. She stood there, her hand over her mouth. "Oh…oh dear…"

"What's wrong?"

"You see there seems to be a slight problem." Mrs. Tomoki felt as if she was relaying the worst news possible. "Ryou's father has been tried at court. It turns out that he was not the one who threw the child into the river. And he wants Ryou back."

Dial tone.

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AN: What do you think? Too corny? Good? Crappy? PS: The responses to all my reviewers will be in my profile.