A/N: Here's your chapter um nine...you dirty scavengers! Bwahaha! Aye ! Well um thanks again for all the magnificent reviews dudes and dudettes. Hm…well let's see. Thanks once more and I'll try my best to update more okay? Well here you go my pretties. Yess….

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Ryou sighed. It was already in the dead of night. And that really sucked, especially when you were bleeding and hurt. But then again the cold of the darkness seemed to calm and quiet his fears…and wounds so it was all evened out. That was good…right? Ah, that'll be enough…Hopefully.

The sky outside his window seemed to stay still like it was dead or something. Usually at this hour party goers were crawling all over the place, as well as those little pretend vampires. Somewhere out there, Bakura was attacking some innocent little guy again. And that was seriously …funny in a demented kind of way. Anyways, Ryou still lay in bed, hurt and alone, listening to the ringing of an empty house. Wondering what it would be like…if only his dreams would come true. Then again, he wouldn't want most of his dreams to come true..and really, he didn't like the dark as much as he let on…. It kind of scared him. In the shadows anything could be waiting for him, like Bakura for instance. Ryou shuddered a bit at the mere mention of the name once more and shrugged it off. The ceiling fan above him whirled like usual. It was almost always on… he liked the sound of it. He'd prefer that over the quiet. Really he'd prefer anything.

Shivering, Ryou turned on his side and growled, then on his back. He couldn't find a comfortable place. Finally he grumbled and sat up, reaching out his left hand for the light switch for his nightstand lamp. Finding it after a minute of groping around, he switched it on and looked around the room. He was safe for now, Bakura would not be home for a while yet. And well…frankly it was boring at his home. He looked all around the room as if in search of something and found …nothing. Nothing at all. Sighing the boy stared up at the ceiling. It was plain. Nothing Special. But.. a few drips and drops of blood. Somehow making their way to the ceiling; he didn't understand HOW but…then again everything seemed to not make sense. Not after his little thoughts a while back. I wonder why I don't own a radio like everyone else… tomorrow or whatever I must go out and buy one.. or something. I need one. It's getting boring just listening to screams and sirens.

Indeed.

Glancing all around once more, Ryou opted for the bed to see if he could sleep. Turning off the light after just five minutes, he lay back again and thought about sleep. He willed it to come. But it didn't. Ah, but after a while of contemplating his own existence and replaying all of Anzu's friendship speeches in his head, he eventually fell into a deep slumber.

-- Dream --

Ryou felt weightless. He somehow felt like he was floating….knowing this was impossible, he tried opening his eyes…but when he did, he couldn't tell if they were open or not. He would strain his eyes to see…but he didn't know the difference between the inside of his eyelids and the darkness that apparently surrounded him. The youth felt cold though.. like he was somehow in Antarctica...yet, as cold as he was, he didn't feel freezing cold. Just regular cold… Trying to move also seemed like a burden. He couldn't. Like…all the muscles in his body just didn't want to work. They wouldn't reply to any of the nerve signals in him…nor the brain impulses. Growling, Ryou began to grow tired of this feeling. He wanted to wake up. So he willed it to himself…yet he couldn't. Again. Then he felt a knife, a sharp dagger being pulled across his skin oh so slowly. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't at all…His voice was gone. The dagger slid along his skin tearing it open…and he could feel the blood pumping onto his exposed flesh. He could feel it dripping off him like so much sweat.

And that feeling wasn't the best.

The dagger went all along him, just ripping open his flesh as it went. It traveled from his left shoulder down to his pelvis, then to the top of his right shoulder blade and into the regions of his neck. His once strong will to wake up had grown to a little tinging…he felt drained and weak. As if someone had taken from him his own life force. It was possible though. He wanted to just sleep and recuperate. But he felt like he could not allow himself. The knife in him stayed there…lodged into his neck. He could not would not make a move to dislodge it. Why…because he couldn't move!

Wake me up…please…..I feel as though I may very well die if I don't…

Then he could hear Bakura's chilling laugh. And that voice of his. "My little white rose…are you feeling weak….tired….Well my little light, wake from your slumber. Wake up…it's already time to wake up. Come on now…I'm waiting for you little light."

Ryou felt compelled to follow the orders given to him.

His eyelids lifted slowly and revealed his doe brown eyes. His innocent…lifeless eyes. Infront of him stood the nightstand with the notebook that held his suicide note. He still needed to finish. He closed his lids then reopened them, now seeing his white rose and black rose...the ones he had in his soul room. The white one seemed to be dying a slow death..and the black one seemed to be strong. Ryou didn't understand a bit.

Ryou wanted answers. And to feel as if he wasn't being killed.

He NEEDED to feel as if he was alright once more. But he could not wish for that. Could not hope for it. No peace….

No Fate..No death.

And then he woke up.