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Bakura's eyes widened then narrowed. It hurt him just to see his precious hikari in pain. He felt as though his heart was being ripped apart, and Ryou was falling into the deep gap that separated the two pieces. He was interrupted from his painful musings by Ryou's sharp cry of pain.

"BAKURA! PLEASE...IT HURTS! HELP ME!"

Bakura felt a stray tear slipping down his cheek, but didn't bother to wipe it away. Ryou's stare was pleading, begging him to stop the pain. Bakura returned the stare with another one, but his wasn't pleading: it was worry. Ryou knew what that look meant: he had seen it when Bakura had dueled Marik and was clueless to Marik's strategy. This time it meant he really didn't know what to do. Bakura's eyes flashed with sorrow and anxiety. There had to be a way to help his hikari, there had to be. Just as he was about to give up all hope, he remembered one thing that could help him: the phone.

He stood up and walked out of the room, Ryou's cries of pain following behind him. The tomb robber ran to the nearest phone, grabbed it out of its holder, and dialed 911. A cool feminine voice answered on the other line, "This is the police station. How may I help you?" Bakura quickly assessed the situation at hand and immediately assumed Ryou was going into labor, or giving birth.

"Someone is giving birth, and I need an ambulance fast!" he growled into the speaker.

"There is no need to yell. What is your address, sir?" the voice asked, a bit ruffled, but cool and icy all the same.

"25738 La Domino," he answered, trying to keep his demeanor.

"An ambulance will be there in a few minutes to pick you and the laborer up," the voice answered back, then hung up and Bakura heard the droning dial tone once again.

Then he rushed back to the room to his lover. He soothingly stroked his hikari's hair, but it didn't help to calm the wreck of a teenager down. His eyes were clenched shut, and his nails were digging into the carpet, not to mention he was also swearing and yelling and crying at the top of his lungs. But Bakura didn't blame him. After all, giving birth must really hurt. Some people just killed themselves for the pain, while others tried to live through it, but still died. Some even had to be put on life support, then were taken off after the baby was born. He seriously hoped Ryou wouldn't die. After a few minutes of hair-stroking and cries of pain, the yami heard the wail of an ambulance. Now he was faced with a major problem: They were on the 7th floor, and the ambulance was all the way down on the ground floor. There was no possible way he could get Ryou down there without him alerting the whole building. Then an idea came to him. He grabbed a clean towel, wet it with cold water, and put it between Ryou's teeth. Now all he heard was some moaning and groaning and muffled cries. He picked his hikari up bridal style, and carried him to the elevator. He pushed the button, and while he was waiting for the silver grey elevator doors to open, whispered soothing words of comfort to the boy he held in his arms.

Then Bakura heard a "ding!" and the elevator doors slid open. Thankfully, they were empty. Then again, it was the afternoon and most people were either at work or partying in the afternoon. The elevator doors slammed shut and the elevator began descending at a fast pace. Soon enough, the two twins were on the ground floor. Bakura sauntered out the door, and handed Ryou to the men in white coats as fast as he could without harming the teenager. Then he clambered into the red and white ambulance after his hikari, and was just hoping to Ra that his overabused aibou would live through all of this. He didn't really know. Ryou was an amazing person at times. Like the time when he actually talked back to Yuugi, or the time when he slapped his dad, receiving an extra punch or two. Bakura smiled wistfully as he remembered. Ah, those were the good days, he thought. Surely not like now, since Ryou kept getting abused and getting hurt was part of an everyday schedule. His mind wandered far from the present and even his soul, too. He was going into his precious hikari's soul room, which he had never entered until today. He turned the doorknob and opened the door slowly, taking care not to break anything. As the door opened, he was hit with a flood of light. And in the center of all this light was a kneeling angel dressed all in white robes. His back was to Bakura, and his white wings were folded together. His snow-white hair blended in with his feathery wings, and Bakura was given the distinct feeling that this was someone familiar, someone he knew.

The tomb robber kept his distance, afraid that if he came any closer, the light would be swallowed up by his darkness. The angel's head tilted back, and Bakura saw the ring of pure golden light above his head. This angel looked so pure, so familiar, and yet so...evil? As the angel's head turned, Bakura saw his worst nightmare, someone who could never be so demonic or so angelic at the same time. Inside the angel were two spirits battling for control, one was Ryou's father, the other was Ryou. Sadly, Ryou was losing and the angel in the room was turning more evil by the second. The light was slowly dimming and the darkness slowly entering. Then as Bakura watched the intense battle, Ryou's father struck Ryou and his hikari fell to the ground and did not get up again. Then the angel disappeared and was replaced by something come from hell itself: a demon. It had a red tail like a dragon's, it's eyes were fiery red, it's whole skin was red, and webbed wings erupted from its back. It had a fiery trident that it held in its clawed hand, and it was the very picture of evil itself, even more evil than Yami. Bakura stretched out his hand to touch the demon, and when his hands came in contact with it, the angel was there for just one more second. It turned around and smiled at him. Then all was gone, and he was alone in Ryou's soul room, except for a crumpled body heaped on the floor next to him. It looked like...Ryou.