Aoi: Um...I'm so sorry I haven't been writing lately...I've been, erm...busy
Mokuba; But we're all rooting that this will be the first story she'll finish...O.O
Yugi: And if she finishes this one...
Mokuba: Then there's hope for the other ones...wait, why are YOU back?
Yugi: I wanted to hang out before the chapter...
Mokuba: Well, as you can see. I have everything under control...so go back to your sleeping.
Yugi: riiiiiight. Okay, just don't burn down the house.
Aoi: O.O
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, however I do own this story.
Chapter Eight
So much confusion
Duke had managed to pull Ryou over to the nearest bathroom, pulling him inside. He extremely worried about the ivory haired teen.
"Come on, Ryou...wake up," he said as he wiped a wet paper towel over his face. "Come on...don't die on me."
Ryou was beginning to grow cold, tears however still streamed from his eyes. He wanted more than anything to see his yami, to hear his voice one more time. It didn't even bother him anymore that Bakura had pained him in the past. All he wanted was the future...but that didn't seem possible anymore.
"I don't want to live," he mumbled.
Duke was glad just to hear traces of life from him, however looked disappointed from the answer he heard. Then shook his head quickly, "Don't say that...don't ever say that." Ryou had managed to open his eyes, and looked about at his surroundings. He was slightly surprised that they were in a bathroom. He couldn't understand...why would someone care so much about his existence?
"No hold still," Duke commanded as he pulled another wet paper towel from the sink, and pressed it on Ryou's wound. "Now keep this there until we find a first-aid kit...hmm, now where would a first-aid kit be?"
Ryou had thought hard about that, he really didn't know the answer. He rarely went to movies. Let's just say he was more of the type to stay home and read, or play games. Duke took one look at Ryou to see the baffled expression upon his face. He slightly chuckled at this...actually the laughter was to lighten the mood of the room. The truth was that Duke was scared out of his mind. It scared him to know that there was someone in the theater that could do this to someone as kind hearted as Ryou. Then he was worried...if someone could do this to Ryou...then what could they do to Yugi?
"Ryou...we have to move," Duke said, pulling Ryou from the counter top. He had pulled Ryou's arm over his shoulder, and placed his arm around him. This was strictly to support him. Slowly, but surely...the two started making their way towards the bathroom door.
"First we'll find the kit...then we'll find Yugi," Duke promised.
Ryou had nodded at this, a slight sniffle sounding from him. He really didn't want anymore of his friends to get hurt. He didn't want someone to relive what he had witnessed...who would want that?
"Tristan...shut up," Tea blurted out as they continued walking.
"How about...I continue talking," Tristan replied.
Tea only stared at him...why was this guy even her friend? Because he was a friend of Yugi's...and a friend of her friend...must also be her friend. It was moments like these where she had wished that she had said this stuff to a female friend. But obviously...she didn't have any. It might've been because all of the women she met...she really didn't like.
"Ooh, ooh...remember that time...when you told me you had a dream about Kaiba," Tristan began, "The one where he was wearing a white suit...wait...didn't Kaiba already wear a suit when he threw that tournament?"
"Um..."
"You were ogling him through out his own tournament! Hmm, Tea...I'm embarrassed to be seen with you...let me guess...you ogled him during battle city?"
"No...um...of course not," she quickly answered.
"Then what...hmm, why do you actually watch the duels so closely?"
Tea was silent as she slightly bit her bottom lip...nervously.
"I'm waiting..."
"Um..."
"Waiting, waiting...waaaaaaiting"
"Okay...okay, I do. I seriously fantasize about them when they're dueling...I actually think it's hot when they duel. Well, not when they mess up...but when they're serious," she began.
Tristan only stared at her.
"Do you know how hot it is when Joey and Kaiba duel each other!"
"No...because I don't think guys are hot...I'm not a Duke Develin," Tristan commented.
Tea only stared at him, "And when has Duke ever thought about guys? He's not gay."
"Yes he is...would any straight guy twirl their hair as much as him?" Tristan quickly asked.
"PHARAOH!" Yugi cried as he ran down the hallway.
Joey was trying his best to keep up to his little friend. But it was difficult, he never realized that Yugi was so fast.
"PHARAOH!" Yugi continued to cry out.
He soon couldn't move anymore more, he was worn out from all the shouting and running. Yugi seriously needed to rest...but he was determined.
"Pharaoh," he squeaked...it barely loud enough to pass as anything. "Pharaoh...I'm sorry," he began to whimper. He then, falling to his knees, touching his fore head to the carpet as he cried. Joey had finally caught up with his friend, the blonde was also out of breath. He wanted so much to tell Yugi how glad it made him that he had caught up with him. However he saw Yugi...he actually took the time to look at him.
"I've felled you," Yugi lightly whimpered.
This was heart breaking...it truly was. He didn't like the fact that Yugi, his best friend, was so sad. He had to make him feel better...he just had to. So in a friendly gesture, he moved to Yugi's side.
"It's gonna be alright," Joey promised as he stroked the back of the tri-colored haired teen. "Promise Yug, We'll find 'im."
Yugi nodded to this. He just wanted so much to tell Yami that he didn't mean the way he had acted earlier. His actions were uncalled for, it wasn't an excuse that he was tired. It wasn't at all...he should've kept his cool. He should've kept it longer.
"But one thing's for sure...we're not gonna find 'im just standin' around," Joey answered, "Hold up."
Yugi was slightly confused...then understood when Joey had placed him on his back. The blonde then stood, still holding his friend on his back, and started quickly walking down the hall.
Seto had slowly began to open his eyes, confused to his location. All he could see was dark.
"Where am I?" he asked himself, as he felt around for anything that would give him a clue. That's when he felt it...a leg. A small one to be exact. "Mokuba?" he asked, as he ran his hand up the figure...making sure. The figure was the right size...and the hair felt familiar. Quickly he pulled Mokuba to him in an embrace, more of a protective one actually. A sigh of relief came from Seto when he could feel his younger brother's heart beat. As long as he had his brother...then nothing could stop him.
Then the rest of his feelings came back to him, the pain...the fear. It all had returned. Seto fell over from the pain that had been inflicted into his arm. Making sure to let Mokuba fall on him, and not the floor. He wanted more than anything to protect his younger sibling.
"Se-to..." Mokuba gasped.
Seto glanced down at Mokuba's figure...wishing he could see the face of his younger brother. Wishing he show him that he was smiling. All he could do was hug Mokuba tightly. The lights then came up. A moment of blindness had stuck the CEO...strictly because he had been in the dark for so long. After his eyes had focused, he glanced down at his brother in horror. He couldn't believe it.
"MOKUBA!"
"Tell me about another dream you had," Tristan joked.
Tea only glanced over at her friend very annoyingly. Sighing. "Fine...wait, no...I'm not going to tell you," she quickly blurted.
Tristan was about to say something, when Tea quickly asked, "Did you hear something?"
"Hmm?"
"Just now...did you hear someone's voice...it sounded more like Seto," she said
"Kai-ba, KAI-BA," Tristan corrected, "Remember...you are not WORTHY to call him by his first name."
Tea only huffed in disappointment. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...you're right."
"Yes...I AM right," Tristan said.
Tea looked at her friend slightly annoyed, "You don't have to rub it in."
"Yes I do," Tristan simply stated.
The next few moments were those of silence. They continued walking until Tristan's nose twitched slightly.
"Oh God, what smells like blood?"
"Hmm?" Tea then took the time to smell the air, quickly pulling her hands over her nose. The two continued walking forward to see blood splattered on the floor, and a trail of it leading to the area, leading to one of the individual theaters. Tea had quickened her pace, while Tristan continued to take his sweet time.
"Damn," a voice muffled.
Tea head perked up when she heard the voice. "Bakura?" she asked.
He didn't answer.
"Tristan...wasn't that Bakura's voice?" she asked him.
Tristan had his back turned to her. "Hmm? Tea, I can't see you...where'd you go?"
"I'm right behind you," Tea answered, annoyance obviously in her voice.
"Where Tea...I fear we have been separated," he sighed.
"Tristan,"
"And we'll never ever see each other again."
"Tristan."
"How am I possibly going to tell Yugi that I lost you,"
"Tristan"
"Tea, sweet Tea...how I miss your kind, caring voice"
"TRISTAN! Shut the hell UP!"
"Can do," he smiled.
Tea rolled her eyes, then remembered why they were over in this area in the first place. The blood, they were supposed to investigate. Tristan had once again got her side tracked. So she started walking towards the direction the voice came from.
"Please be alright," she whispered, hoping not to see a dead person.
"I think we're gettin' close Yug," Joey said as he was now moving even faster as they traveled down the hall. Yugi nodded, he hoped that Joey was right. He didn't want any harm to come to his Yami. If Yami died he wouldn't know how to live with himself. A sigh then escaped the boy. Joey had noticed this.
"Don't worry Yug', I promise...Yami's gonna be okay," he assured.
Yugi nodded again, that was all he could do at the moment. Never had he felt so helpless. Moments like these made him wish that Yami was still in the puzzle...at least Yugi always felt his presence. No this was different, he couldn't feel Yami at all, and this scared him. Never had Yugi been more scared...never. Tears started streaming from his eyes again, he couldn't help himself.
"Why does everything have to be so hard, Joey?" Yugi asked.
Joey was confused by Yugi's question, what was the point of this question.
"I mean...like, can't for once...one time could no one's life be on the line?"
Joey shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno...I mean dat's life...stuff happens."
"Why does this stuff have to happen...why is it always us," Yugi sobbed.
"I wish I could tell ya...but I can't...cause I dunno, I seriously dunno."
Aoi: Well, that's chappie eight for ya
Mokuba: O.o
Aoi: What!
Mokuba: Oh...nothing.
Aoi: -.-6
Mokuba: What's wrong with you?
Aoi: Oh...nothing.
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