A/N: Here's Chapter three. I don't even know if this qualifies as angst. Anyways, you people are probably thinking, What the hell is Ryou asking himself! Well, I thought I might as well tell you in this chapter. Ya that's right. Be gratefl I'm telling you now, and not in some other chapter. Anyways, let me commence with Chapter Three..
The boy slept soundly. He lay on the floor of his room, snoring lightly. The sunlight filtered through his curtains. It was already morning for him, but he was due to sleep for another hour or two.
Outside in the hallway, Bakura leaned against the wall. " Should I bother him now or later?" He laughed his evil little laugh and grinned. But just as he was about to reach over and open the door, he felt an immense warning. Stopping for a minute, he cocked an eyebrow. That was odd.. Ryou couldn't have done that- the boy was hardly able to stand after just one blow to the stomach. But strangely there it was, a sort of barrier causing Bakura to step away a bit. He growled under his breath and turned his back. "I'll do this later." With that the darker half walked away, clambering down the stairs. Meanwhile, Ryou was soundly asleep.. .completely unaware of the danger that was so close to hurting him. He shifted a little bit, but that was all.
About an hour later, Ryou finally stirred. He opened his eyes delicately and looked around his room. It was illuminated by the sun's rays…he didn't like the sudden bright lights.. but he would have to make due with them. Forcing himself up, he hobbled over to his writing desk, where he rested for a few. After resting, Ryou opened his door and stepped outside. Since he had some energy at least he could stand and walk without limping, thank heavens. If Bakura had seen him limping, he probably would have hit him again. He decided to get a small portion of food.. at least enough to get him awake. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he peeked around the corner to make sure HE wasn't there.. seeing no one he continued down. Ryou stepped into the nice kitchen, stained a bit with some of the blood he bled. He ignored this and proceeded to open a pantry and pull out a bar of chocolate. Ryou, you still need to decide what you are going to do… I know I know, but it can wait til later. He sighed and tore open the wrapper, beginning to devour it. This would last him a day.
He wondered where Bakura went.. and if he was alright. Sighing only momentarily, he shrugged and finished his bar. He cared, of course.. just not that much. …I still need to come to a conclusion. ..I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'll think on it later. Ryou nodded, pleased with his decision. He'll think later, not now, later.
Then a thought occurred to him.
Was it that he was afraid to confront this question in his mind? Or was he just avoiding it because he wanted to? Ryou shook his head. He wasn't afraid. Then why do you keep putting it off like that? You have a grand opportunity to think on it now… or are you just afraid of your own answer. Ryou stopped to ponder that for a moment. Was he afraid? Was that why he kept delaying it? Maybe I am.. afraid. That very thought shook through him… and he stopped for a brief moment in time to ponder again. He had come to terms that he was afraid. Now to actually do the thinking about this question on his mind.
Ryou sighed. He didn't want to think about it at all. Why had he even come up with such a thing? Because that's how he felt. The boy glanced all around the room and nodded his head. It was time. Time to get serious about this.. not continue playing games with himself.