Letters and Candles
Chapter 6
When Tragedy StrikesDisclaimer- I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Wishes don't come true…
Note- This isn't my best chapter I know but I just really needed to update… sorry for the delay.
'Hikari. Run'
Malik turned, dropping the dish he had been drying, letting it shatter…right on Bakura's feet. Bakura grunted as Malik attempted to plow through him then stumbled back. Looking up into fiery brown eyes he faked a smile.
"Was this your idea of fun, Malik?" Bakura roared, pulling from behind him the shredded arm of a, now pink, trench coat and dangling it in Malik's face.
Malik could only smirk wide eyed, "you should know by now, Kura. You shouldn't leave anything when you leave." Somewhere in the depths of the house Marik cackled.
"You painted my trench coat pink!" Bakura continued stomping the broken dish down to crumbs. "Then you super glued, nail gunned, and couldn't stop there and just leave it on the wall! To top it all off you just had to shred it with who knows what!"
"It was a box cutter, Kura!" Marik's voice called from down the hall. Bakura turned and glared daggers down the hallway then turned his attention back to the blonde's hikari.
"We'll pay you back Kura. Just like we did for the last one." Malik added seductively. Bakura raised one eyebrow before turning and heading out of the kitchen.
"Make it like when you destroyed my boots and you're off the hook." Bakura muttered opening the hallway closet and pulling Marik to his feet.
Marik glomped Bakura around the neck, "Deal."
After prying Marik off of him Bakura marched quickly upstairs leaving Malik and Marik to clean up the crushed dish still in the kitchen.
"Marik?"
"Yeah, Hikari?" Marik looked down at his light, who was currently holding the dust pan as he swept.
"Do you think Bakura will stay this time?" Malik looked up with curious, lavender eyes.
"I hope so, for Ryou's sake as well as ours. Besides Bakura has a plan remember? I think he just might stay this time," Marik said looking up, as if he could see through the floor to the guest room.
Upstairs- Bakura's POV
"Ryou?" I asked slowly opening the bedroom door. The room was cleaner than it had been a few minutes before but still a basic wreck. My now ruined coat hung on the wall above the queen-sized bed. The bed was dressed in (hopefully ) clean red sheets with a matching comforter, pillows, and shams all with rich, dark, purple trim. It was pretty dramatic considering the walls were still an off-white color. Marik and Malik were still working on painting the house.
"Ryou?" I repeated again, he wasn't here. Out of my own instinct I walked into the room and glanced around. Ryou had attempted to start cleaning the disaster area. I looked around the side of the bed, paused then rushed forward to gather the fallen angel into my arms. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt for a pulse; his was just as rapid as mine. He was out cold, so I did the only thing I could. I didn't know anything about modern illness other than if you're sick you need rest and liquids; but that was beside the point.
"Marik! Malik! Get up here quick!" I shouted down the hallway. I listened as they stormed up the stairs but kept my eyes on Ryou. I pressed my hand against his forehead cautiously. He was heated to the touch. Malik was first to get into the room. He gasped with an oh-my-god and went to checking Ryou for a pulse and such. I could only watch in my own horror.
"He's got a terrible fever, Bakura! Why didn't you tell us he was so sick?" Malik swore, ordering Marik for some things.
"I… uh," I muttered at a loss of words.
"Forget it, he's soaked with sweat. Help me get his clothes off and into bed. MARIK! Where's that thermometer!" Malik screeched. I felt like telling him he was acting like a worried parent but then thought otherwise.
I helped pull Ryou's clothes off, praying he'd forgive me then picked him up gently and watched Malik tuck him in; so tightly into bed I feared suffocation. Malik took his temperature… 102°. Malik sighed, "It's either the flu or just a bad cold. Can't tell yet." Marik was huffing in a chair.
Finding my voice I asked, "So is he going to be ok or what?"
Malik sighed, "When he wakes up we'll see how he feels. I'll see if I can get a doctor to make a house call." And with that Malik and Marik strutted out of the room.
I watched as Ryou took some raspy breaths. It hurt to watch him that ill. I hadn't known he was that bad. He could have said something to me! I felt anger dwell in the bottom of my stomach, but taking another look at my ill light it dispersed. Pulling a chair over next to the bed I looked at the boisterous clock sitting on the dresser across the room. 4:42 P.M.
I sighed and thought, it's going to be a long night.
The doctor came around 5:30. He was brief simply checking pulse, blood pressure and temperature. Getting a little history on Ryou's mood for the day ect... Then a mere 20 minutes after he had arrived he pulled out of his bag, one vile of medicine, one syringe, and one box of pills. Taking the syringe and the vile, he filled it injected it into Ryou's arm (I growled) then told Malik to have Ryou take one pill a day, till the pack was gone. I hadn't minded the Doc till he handed us the bill. Smiling and with a handful of cash the doctor had left cheerfully; while all three of us flipped him of as he trotted down the road.
Later that night
Malik gave me a worried glance then used his right index finger to point to his left wrist. I turned to look at the clock. 10:12 I nodded then mouthed an 'I know.' Truly I hadn't even been paying attention to the clock. Hours had gone by since I found Ryou upstairs. He had come close to waking up but hadn't come out of it completely yet. Malik pointed to himself then to Marik whispered "we're going to bed". I nodded and watched as they went down the hallway then turned my attention to my fallen angel.
"Ra… Why do you have to be so beautiful?"
It's short but I needed to update so here it is… Sorry for the wait.. :cheesy grin: Please don't hurt me… It's my birthday on the 27th! Wish me Happy birthday… or no cookies for u!
Lupe