Emo: Yo! Remember me? Yeah... the crappy person who was planning on writing a couple of fics with a couple of OC's. Well, anyways, my friend inspired me to try and write yoai. So... here I am. You might not like this story, but my friends loved it. There might be some editing need it, but... I'm lazy, got it? So... enjoy... and if I get good reviews and good inspiration, I will most definately write the next chapter. Sorry to keep you waiting. Have fun! Oh, warning, in the future, this might have a lemon, so that's the reason I have considered R. That and it has abusement, bad words... and other stuff that I might have forgotten. So... Enjoy!



Rainy Nights

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop!

The wet streets of Domino city were empty. No sound was heard besides the few passing cars, trying to get home before it started pouring more than it already was. The only civilian out at this time of night and in this rainy weather was Ryou Bakura. His running footsteps were barely heard until they met with the endless puddles under him.

The pale skinned, white haired hikari had only one thing with him, and that was a backpack that was slung over his shoulder, as it helped him run faster. His face was paler than usual. It seemed as if he was running from something that was chasing him, but no one was on the street but him. His eyes were full of worry and a slight bit of pain. Just as he made his way around the corner, he tripped. Falling forward, he put his hands down, as to not give himself nothing more but a few scrapes. Though this was what he intended, he was already weak, so that fall gave him quite a bit of pain.

He sat up against a brick wall, looking at the palms of his hands. He found a couple of scrapes across the bottom. Though they were not deep, he shed blood either way. Flinching in pain, he rubbed his hands across the bottom of his jeans so the blood marks would not be noticeable.

As he looked up at the cloudy and dark sky, he wept. The smallest and most beautiful tears falling down his cheeks, making a skinny trail as they made their way. He wiped them away quickly, as to not attract much attention, even if there was no one around. Hugging his knees, he placed his cheek on them, too tired to go on for the moment.

Seto Kaiba had left his office late that night. Lately, he had been piled up with work like crazy. Though this was common for him, he still didn't like to leave Mokuba all alone in the mansion for too long. Sure he was old enough to protect himself and sure he knew how to do it, but his brotherly instinct told him other wise.

Sitting in his limo, trying to calm down, he kept thinking. Looking out the window, he noticed how hard the rain had been falling. His cold blue eyes searched the street for no reason. Looking out the window one last time before he closed his weary eyes, he found a figure sitting against a wall.

The figure had snow white hair that he had seen before many times. He recognized it from one of Yugi's little friends. The death pale skin was one that he could not miss. No one had that shade of skin color other than Ryou Bakura.

"Stop the car."

The limo halted to a stop about a few feet away from Ryou. Though Kaiba didn't really care for any of Yugi's friends, he couldn't help but feel something for him. He didn't seem much like any other of his friends, at least, not that much.

Kaiba got out of the car, not even grabbing an umbrella before he stepped out. The rain wet his flawless brown hair and the very common blue trench coat that he wore very often. He walked over and saw that he had his eyes closed. But just as he got close enough, Ryou lifted up his tired eyelids to reveal soft, frightened brown eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Kaiba asked in that cold, emotionless voice of his.

"Uh… Um…" Ryou didn't want to tell him the truth. Seto Kaiba was a businessman that was too busy to care for anyone, or anything, besides his company and his little brother Mokuba.

"Are you going to answer or am I wasting my time?"

"… Um … I was going for a walk when I tripped. I leaned against this wall to rest for a little while." Ryou lied. Kaiba knew it.

"So you're telling me you went out for a walk in this rainy weather and with a backpack on your back?" Kaiba asked, wanting to get the truth out of him.

A small tear made its way down Ryou's cheek. He was tired, in pain, and cold. He didn't want to start arguing with Kaiba at the moment. He wanted to run, run away to where no one knew him. He wanted to go to where he could start a new life and no one could judge him. Somewhere far away from here…Far away from his past…Far away from his yami…

"…Yes."

Kaiba raised an eyebrow, still wondering what he was hiding. He closed his eyes and sighed very silently. Once he knew what he wanted to say, he opened his eyes and spoke.

"Get in the limo."

"… W-What?" Ryou asked puzzled at what had come out of Kaiba's lips.

"I said get in. You can't stay here all night. Get in. I will not beg."

Ryou did not want to make Kaiba angry. He had seen him angry and he did not want to see that side of him once again. He got up with some difficulty and walked in front of Kaiba. Just as he was about to step into the limo, he stopped.

"What's wrong now? Get in!" Kaiba was annoyed.

"I just don't want to get it wet, that's all." Ryou said shyly.

Kaiba sighed. He was annoyed of course but he didn't want to leave him out here. He shook his head and looked at Ryou straight in the eyes.

"Just get in. Don't worry about it."

Ryou did as he was ordered. He made his way to the further end of the seat. He looked out the window, a little uncomfortable. Kaiba had shut the car door and continued in his thoughts.

The car had sped off in the direction Ryou was running from. Ryou looked around, a little confused.

"Um… Kaiba-san, where are you taking me?" Ryou asked as nicely as he could.

"I'm taking you back to your home, that's where." Kaiba asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ryou stared at him shocked. "No Kaiba-san! No! Please don't take me back home! Please!" Ryou pleaded, tears streaming down his eyes.

Kaiba was confused, well, more than he had been. He looked at Ryou, puzzlement running through his eyes. He sighed, once again, annoyed.

"Alright, alright! Just stop already! Driver, take us to my home."

"Yes sir."

"Ok, happy now? You can stay at my house. Just don't cry." Kaiba said in annoyance and kind of sentimental, still not knowing what to do in any situation like this. Mokuba never cried like this, he just whined and Kaiba usually just gave him his way.

The drive home to the Kaiba Mansion was quiet and kind of awkward. Kaiba didn't know Ryou much to talk to him like a regular person nor was he interested in making conversation with one of Yugi's little friends. Kaiba was too tired, bored and too busy to worry about somebody's feelings. Just as he looked over at Ryou, he noticed a few cuts and small bruises on him. Ryou didn't look much like someone who would hurt himself, but you never know. Everyone has secrets to hide, even the most innocent of people.

They arrived at the mansion shortly afterwards. The driver drove around front and parked in front of the door. Kaiba opened his own door and walked out. Ryou opened his carefully and quietly, still frightened and not knowing what to do. Just as he got out, the driver drove away and left Ryou standing on the gravel alone while Kaiba made his way to the front doors. Ryou walked slowly and waited for Kaiba to let him enter.

Upon entering, he noticed how beautiful the Kaiba Mansion was from the inside. It had all the rich luxuries any man could own. Beautiful clean marble floors, big portraits hanging everywhere on the walls, vases filled with wild flowers, everything anyone could imagine was there.

While looking around, Ryou never noticed that Kaiba was already making his way up the curling stairs. Kaiba noticed that Ryou hadn't moved from the place that he was standing.

"What are you waiting for? Someone to pick you up and carry you to your room."

Ryou blushed at the idea. He shook his head violently and scurried up the stairs, a few steps behind Seto Kaiba. All the way up, Ryou did nothing but stare at his feet, not knowing what to say but not wanting to keep up the awkward silence. Just at they got to the floor of their destination, Mokuba popped out of nowhere and hugged Kaiba.

"Hey Seto, why d' you take so lo-" Mokuba had looked over and noticed Ryou. His smile became a bit bigger until he noticed that Ryou was a bit paler than usual. He unwrapped his arms around Seto and walked over to Ryou.

"Ryou? What's wrong?" He asked as he looked up at Ryou.

"Um… nothing, nothing at all. Mokuba, isn't a bit late for you to be up? You do have school in the morning, don't you?" He asked, giving the little person a small smile.

"Yeah but-"

"Ryou is right Mokuba. Why aren't you in bed? I thought I told you that I wanted you to be asleep before I came home."

"But Seto!" Kaiba gave his little brother a glare. Not one that would scare him, but one that told him, "Bed, now!"

Mokuba sighed and looked at Ryou. "If you're staying the night, you could sleep in my room with me, I don't mind."

"I would love to, but I don't want to be a bother."

"Don't worry Mokuba, he'll be staying in a guest room. Now, it's time for you to go to bed." Kaiba said, giving him another small glare.

Sighing again, Mokuba walked off and looked at Ryou once again. "Good night."

"Good night." Ryou said before Mokuba walked off towards his room once again.

After Kaiba had led Ryou to the guest room, he got ready for bed and made himself comfortable. Looking out the balcony that was in the room, he saw the moon and thought to himself. Bakura is probably out there looking for me right now. I don't want to bother Kaiba, nor do I want to go back with Bakura. I'll stay here for the moment, and when Kaiba kicks me out, I'll make sure to run away from here, far, far away.

He closed his eyes; a small tear making it's way down his cheek. He soon fell into a deep slumber, one that he hadn't had in quite some time…