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Ch.2
(1) Tenshi; angel
a/n: Sorry about that folks -look up-! I know Bakura's ooc, and I am NOT apologizing beause that's how I want him to be! So neh! -childish look-lol Here's the next chapter!
Chapter 3
They had gotten home from the hospital a week earlier and Bakura decided he wasn't going to talk anymore. So, Ryou thought about the small bit of information from his yami and studied him a bit, hopefully without being noticed.
Ryou looked over the papers from the hospital and made a clicking sound with his tongue. It said Bakura had been on and off so many drugs, nearly, maybe, an alcoholic, and more. Bakura looked over his shoulder and cocked his head, having gotten slightly more open, but unresponsive, then before. Ryou was wondering how much energy it took for Bakura not to talk, and for every nightmare. Yes, Bakura'd been having nightmares. Waking up crying, running to Ryou across the hall, or sometimes across the room or across the bed, every night since he'd woken up. Bakura pointed to the words and tugged on Ryou's shirt. "Yes Bakura?" Ryou asked, turning to the yami in surprise.
Bakura pointed at the words with annoyance and scowled, tugging harder. "Oh, you want to know what that says?" Bakura nods rapidly, "Ok, it said some information about how your bodies been for awhile. You had some drug and alcohol problems!" Ryou answered, laughing and ruffling Bakura's hair. Ryou got back to reading the papers while cooking some pancakes for them to eat.
Meanwhile, Bakura was in the lounge, playing with a spellbook he happened upon. He giggled madly like a little girl as he did a spell, turning the fish into a turtle. Then he happened upon another spell and thought, 'Was 'tis do?'
So he cast it.
In the kitchen, Ryou heard a scream that sounded much like his yami and bolted to the lounge. When he arrived, Bakura was laying on the floor unconscious, spellbook laying a few feet away. Ryou picked up his yami, pushing Bakura's wild hair our of his eyes and not noticing the book.
Ryou carried Bakura into the living and set him on the couch, going to take the rollaway bed out. When he came back, Bakura was staring at his arms in amazement at all the scars. "Bakura, are you ok?" Ryou asked, sitting next to him touching his shoulder. When he did that, Bakura screamed and moved away in fear, crying. "Bakura.. It's ok." Ryou said softly, wondering if he should go closer or not until he heard Bakura cry out, "Please! No more! Stop!"
Ryou stared at him with sympathy and then noticed the yami staring at him intently. "You, you look like mother."he whispered, relaxing slightly, but still tense, then blinking his eyes. "Ryou? What the hell?" Bakura suddenly asked with one of his signature looks these days. "Bakura, what do you remember?" Ryou asked quietly, like Bakura would be set off if any louder. "I remember trying to FUCKING die!" Bakura screamed, the covered his mouth with his hands.
Bakura squeaked when Ryou took him into his arms and rocked him slightly. He was about to yell, but then felt himself become very tired and weak. "R-Ryou..."he coughed, tugging hard at the lights shirt. "Bakura, what's wrong? Oh my god!"
Freak in the Shadows. My FIRST decent cliffie! ;; So, what do you think happened to 'kura? You'll find out in the next episode of "THIS PAIN" and MY fanfiction. I might go off to little humor, heheh..