A/N: Hmm… well let's see, time to start a new chapter. I'm sitting outside my school, in the freaking cold, wearing nothing but a skirt and a sleeveless shirt, with a thin and cheap old jacket. Didn't think it'd be this cold… -shivers.- I'm not cold damnit! Anyways, read on, and if it's something about the cold, don't be surprised.

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Ryou blinked as he woke up from an unnoticed nap he had taken. His bushel of white hair was messy and now a bit tangled, signaling the movements he had taken during the nap (tossing and turning, that sort of thing.) Blinking the boy shut off his music source, for it was still playing, and bolted out of bed to make sure his darker and sadistic self was back. Not to say he was eager of course… but… well, he just wanted to check it out!

Peeking through the now set crack in the doorway, he glanced around the area infront of him to see if Bakura was there. He wasn't. Stopping a cough, he opened the door a little more and stepped out into the hall, expecting to see Bakura waiting for him. He wasn't.

Cautiously, he began to take little steps toward the stairs, glancing nervously every which way. His coffee colored eyes were in dazes of confusion and fear… was paranoia a separate feeling from fear? He didn't think so… or … was it!

The area was given a creepy glow due to the darkness that was falling outside. Shadows played across the white walls, scaring the life out of our white haired boy. He had to regain his breath at least ten different times. Growling he cursed the black figures and hurried towards the stairs, not knowing there was one shadow that was tagging along.

"I wonder where he is…. He isn't usually this late… I don't think…" Blinking Ryou stood atop the stairs and gripped the railing out of habit. He glanced around nervously once more to make sure nothing was off to his sides. Behind him, meanwhile, a black figure formed itself solidly…

"Hmm.."

A small step was taken down the steps, Ryou's hair blocking his view of the other leverage down. He grumbled and pushed back the strand of hair. It was at times like these he absolutely hated his hair. The youth really didn't know why girls wanted hair like this…. It was annoying as hell. Shrugging unconsciously, the boy peered over the visible side of the railing to make sure Bakura wasn't sitting down all stalker like waiting for his prey to come out of hiding. Good thing he wasn't… or else that would have been scary. Very damned scary.

The silhouette behind Ryou danced along with his movements, only daring to get so close. The figure seemed to look remarkably like Ryou… yet not… And it still advanced on the little white mage, who was not aware of the presence.

A small smile could be seen forming on the lips of the silhouette.

Ryou blinked innocently and searched for the sadistic one of the two. He really just couldn't find him. At all. Where could he have gone now? Surely he could not have gotten too drunk and forgotten… and he couldn't have gone off with a few friends, considering he had none. So… where…. Maybe he was out sleeping with another call girl. Unlikely. He was smarter than that. Ryou hoped he was smarter than that.

Great, now I'm going to worry about the half that I hate. I really … "hope" he's alright. If he got into an accident… no, he couldn't have. He's not that stupid… Then where is he? Maybe… hm…

The shadow behind Ryou rose up a bit and got increasingly closer.

"Ba..ku…ra?" Ryou pronounced slowly, taking another step down. The outline behind him did so too. "Are you there? Where are you…"