Draga: I'm back again. Bakura's POV; and I don't own anything except the plot, I forgot to mention that in the last chapter.

-And before I can dig the sharp blade into my skin, you fling open the door, looking panicked. By the look worried look on your face, I'd guess you've been knocking for a bit. I stop my action, just barely cutting into my skin. Your eyes widen into a frightened look, and I feel almost guilty. You rush over, and grab the knife, now colored red with my blood, from my hand.

"Bakura! What the bloody hell are you doing?" you yell, still looking frightened. I shrug.

"Does it matter?" I ask you in return, and I can see that my response caught you slightly off guard.

"It bloody well does matter!" you exclaim, putting the knife on my bookshelf. "Are you… trying to commit... suicide?" you ask, your voice a decrescendo, getting more quiet with each syllable. By the time 'suicide' comes out of your mouth, your tone is no more than a soft whisper. You've turned your eyes to the floor.

"Yes," I admit matter-of-factly. I shrug slightly, then stand from my bed to grab the knife. I don't care if you're standing there or not; I'm not going to bother the world with my presence any longer. I reach for the blade, but you pull it away from me, eyes narrowing.

"Why?" For some reason, your eyes flash angrily, something else floating in your russet orbs as well, but I can't place it.

"Because it's completely obvious that no one would care if I died, so I might as well rid them of me!" I blow up, my eyes flashing more so than yours. Your eyes widen again, and you put the blade down once more. Suddenly, you begin crying, and throw yourself at me with such force that I fall back onto my bed again. Your arms are locked around my waist, face buried into my chest. I pull you up so that you're sitting on my lap and hug you back.

"Shh, hikari, it's alright." I begin to stroke your hair absently. "Calm down."

"Calm down?" you mumble. "Calm down? You're trying to commit suicide and I'm supposed to calm down?" You look at me; your voice was doing that crescendo thing again. You look torn between burying your face back into my shirt and crying your eyes out, and slapping me across the face for being so stupid. You opt for the former, however, and go back to crying. You've leaned back into my chest; I can feel my shirt dampening.

"Ryou..." I whisper sadly. I bury my face into your hair in what I hope seems like a platonic gesture as you continue to shed tears. I want to reach down and tilt your head toward my face, and wipe them all away. I feel terrible, since I don't want to be the reason for your tears. "Please don't cry." You pull away from me and look at me, astonished.

"Don't cry?" you choke out. "How can you expect me not to? You were going to die and you expect me not to cry?" you ask hysterically.

"Hikari-"

"Promise me you won't ever do something like this again!" you demand, looking into my eyes.

"Hikari-"

"Promise me." I sigh, nodding.

"I promise." You smile at me, and I feel my heart melt all over again. You've stopped crying; that's good. "Now go get some sleep; you're meeting your friends tomorrow," I remind you. You nod, standing, and heading for the door. As an after thought, you grab my knife and leave, closing the door behind you. You don't trust me very much, do you? I suppose the word of a five-thousand-year-old tomb-robber isn't enough to be trusted.

I lay back down, looking at my still-bleeding arm. I swear, realizing how deep a cut I must have made for all the blood gushing. I swear, pushing myself back up and remembering how hard it is to remove bloodstains. I leave my room, having to find some way to stop the flow.

I walk into the bathroom, shaking my head at my stupidity. I notice that, even now, all I can feel is a slight tingle where there should be a good deal of pain. I open the medicine cabinet where we keep the first aid kit…

…remembering that I used up the last of it a week before. I knew that at this rate I would bleed to death, and something had to be done. The hospital was only a few miles away; I could walk there.

I leave the bathroom, and knock on Ryou's door softly. Hearing no response, I just say into the wood, "I need to go to the hospital. I'll be back later." This gets a rise out of you. You fling open the door, glaring.

"I'll call an ambulance. You'll bleed to death if you walk there," you point out. Damn, you know me too well. "And after I call, you'll let me see exactly what you did."

You disappear past me and into the other room, where you presumably call the hospital. I'm not really sure… everything goes black, and I hear myself say "love", calling out for you to help me as I hit the ground, unconscious.

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