As I said in my description : I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY EXCEPT FOR THE CONTENT, PLOT, IDEA, AND ANYTHING THAT GOES ALONG WITH THOSE! Enjoy!
"Hello thief! Enjoying your stay?" Yami asked, voice dripping with laughter. Yugi had received a call from the Domino City Police Department about an hour earlier. The lady on the phone had said something about a bar fight and then "Ryou" Bakura putting down Yugi's cell number as an emergency call after being arrested. Bakura had given Ryou control long enough to fill out the required forms.
Yugi had given his yami control for three reasons, 1. He was getting tired of Yami's scorn and criticism about Bakura, 2. If Ryou was in jail it had to be Bakura's fault and Yami didn't want Yugi anywhere near the tomb raider if he was intoxicated, 3. Yami wanted to enjoy the moment and who was Yugi to deny his yami a simple enjoyment, even at the cost of pissing off Ryou a little.
Now seeing the ex-thief behind bars, not for the first time but it never got old, he knew it was worth it. He smirked at the proud spirit before returning his attention to the secretary in front of him.
After paying the bail and collecting Bakura's knives and jewelry, making sure the thief could see his rival handling his most prized objects, Yami walked Bakura to the taxi out front and got in.
"Give me my stuff." Bakura demanded as soon as his door slammed shut.
"No." Yami taunted, truly enjoying himself.
"Pharaoh…"
"Wha'?"
"I'm warning you…."
"And?"
"Give them to me!"
"Hm….No."
"Now!"
"Naw."
Bakura growled, annoyed now. "If you ever wanna see Ryou healthy again…"
/Yami! How dare you threaten him with my safety/ Ryou gasped, finally able to contact his darker half again.
But it worked and Yami immediately surrendered all 10 of the dark spirits precious weapons and all his expensive jewelry which consisted of 2 plain silver rings, 1 gold ring w/ a blood red stone set in a simple gold swirl, 3 silver bracelets, and 4 leather chokers with intricate designs with gold and silver linings to their owner.
The cab pulled up in front of the Kame Game Shop and Yami slid out of the back seat. He handed some bills to the driver before glancing back at Bakura.
"Out thief." He commanded.
"Why? I don't wanna get out here."
"I'm not letting you go home with Ryou after you getting in a drunken bar fight and being arrested! Who knows what you would do to him!" Yami glared.
Bakura couldn't help the rejected feeling he got at his lights relieved feelings. Ryou'd been worrying about the same thing since they'd left the Police Station, only he'd thought he'd hidden the thoughts from his yami.
Bakura looked down at his hands in his lap and when he looked up Ryou was in control. Yami smiled kindly at him before relinquishing control to Yugi and taking on spirit form in spirit form they are invisible to anyone who does not posses shadow magic. Ryou thanked the driver and climbed out of the car and walked up to the side walk next to Yugi.
The driver took off, relieved to be free of the two psychos who'd argued the whole time and been exchanging knives in his back seat!
Ryou followed his short friend into the shop. his grandpa is on a trip
"You can stay here tonight, right Yami?" Yugi asked looking at his darker half.
Yami changed to physical form and nodded. "Sure light. You want to Ryou?"
Ryou nodded shyly but said "I'd like to but I don't have my stuff…"
"It's okay I can go get them for you." Yami offered.
After some persuading, Ryou finally gave Yami the house keys. Yami left and Ryou followed Yugi into the living room. The shorter of the two went to get drinks while the other leaned on the wall. He felt ready to pass out. Bakura's bar fight had left quite a few bruises and marks on his lights body and Ryou was starting to feel them every time he moved.
His head hurt terribly, his back hurt all over from being thrown, literally, against a wall at the beginning of the fight, and his knuckles were bloody bruises.
"Great." He sighed as he massaged his aching head.
/Gods Bakura./ He snapped irritably.
/What/ Bakura responded angrily, still mad because of his lights agreement with the Pharaoh.
Usually Ryou backed off at that tone but this time he continued. /Do you ever think about the consequences of you actions on me? Of course not! You're too full of yourself to realize the problems and pain you cause me when you feel like having a little fun! Yami was right when he called you a cold, heartless, thieving coward who's too scared to move on with his life and instead-/ Ryou was cut off as Bakura snarled.
The angry spirit took physical form and before Ryou could get out of his way, he found himself on the floor with a bloody lip. Bakura approached and grabbed Ryou by his shoulder non too gently and hauled him to his feet. Ryou cried out as Bakura backhanded him across the face and sent him flying to the floor again.
Yugi heard the yell and ran into the living room as Bakura hit Ryou for the third time, sending him against the wall and right back to the floor, unconscious.
"Ryou!" the newcomer whispered out loud, drawing the angry yami's attention to him. Bakura stalked towards him making Yugi take multiple steps backwards towards the kitchen he'd just come from when he ran into something warm and solid. Glancing up Yugi sighed as he stared into the eyes of his protective yami. Yami dropped the bag in his hands as he shifted Yugi away from him and glared at the former tomb robber with all the hatred in the world.
Bakura stared right back at his one true enemy and was about to say something when Yugi caught his attention again.
The young teen had been attempting to skirt the middle of the room, where the yamis were staring each other down, to reach Ryou, who had still not moved. Bakura snarled at the short boy and rushed to his lights side. Eyes glowing a reddish-brown color he placed his left hand on Ryou'd forehead and his right hand on the spirit imitation of the Millennium Ring hanging around his neck. Ryou disappeared into his soul room and Bakura stood to face the Pharaoh again.
"Do you mind?" the white haired spirit hissed at Yami before nodding to the door behind his rival.
"Yes, actually I do." Yami replied, standing his ground.
Bakura growled before closing his eyes and remaining still. He opened his eyes a few seconds later looking much calmer. "Move Pharaoh." He spat. "My light needs...attending to."
"I will attend to him then."
"Like Hell you will! He's my hikari!"
"Yeah, and you're the reason he needs attending to!" Yami stated coldly.
Bakura's eyes flashed dangerously before he turned around and marched through the kitchen to the back door. Before Yami could catch up to him Bakura walked the few streets to his house, glaring murderously at anything that dared to cross his path.
He could feel Ryou stirring in his soul room as he unlocked the door. Sighing deeply Bakura walked to the couch and collapsed. Closing his eyes physically, Bakura left his soul room and crossed the hall to Ryou's door. Opening it quietly Bakura looked in on his light.
Ryou was tossing and turning on his bed. He'd gone from unconscious to deep sleep while lying on the floor in Yugi's house. Now he wasn't sleeping very good but couldn't seem to wake himself up.
Bakura approached his hikari's bed and reached out to shake the boys shoulder just as Ryou turned his face towards Bakura.
The tomb robber closed his eyes and looked away angrily. Ryou was already getting bruises from his most recent abuse.
The innocent teenagers lip was split and covered in almost dried blood, his pale cheek was turning black and blue and had a small cut from where Bakura's gold ring had broken the skin.
The spirit turned to leave before getting an idea. He returned to Ryou's bedside and leaned over him. Closing his eyes Bakura opened the link slightly and after a bright flash of light Bakura was watching his lights restless dreams.
A young girl w/ the same silvery white hair as Ryou was laughing and running across the road towards Ryou and his mom. She was wearing a pretty blue dress and flip flops. The simple shoes tripped her and she fell, skidding across the rough asphalt.
Ryou immediately rushed to her side. Kneeling on the hot ground the young boy of about 11 or 12 gathered his sister in his arms and carried her to a shaded bench followed by their smiling mother.
The dream changed from the comforting picture of an older brother soothing his little sisters injured knee in the park on a sunny morning to a dark stormy night picturing an extremely pale 13 or 14 year old Ryou on the phone.
He was nodding his head and writing something on a pad of paper. He hung up the phone quietly before lowering his head. He sniffled and when he raised his head he had tears in his eyes but the rest of him looked emotionless and ready for anything.
He grabbed his house keys and walked out of the house. When he arrived at the hospital he was soaked from the awful storm that had started when he left his house but no one moved to make sure he was okay. The look in his eyes was that of a trapped animal, panicked, ready to do anything needed, and, worse of all, tormented and lost. He walked to the counter and began talking to the lady behind the desk when the dream jumped again.
This time it showed Ryou in a hospital room. He was leaning against the wall by the door in almost complete shadow. His dull eyes stared at the two still forms in the hospital beds in front of him. The machines around them had been beeping in a high pitch sound since he'd arrived about an hour earlier.
As he stood there the machine connected to his mother took a beat of silence then cut to a long monotonous line. Doctors rushed past Ryou with out even noticing him. They wheeled the young woman out the door and Ryou heard one of the doctors mutter about another dead one that day.
Lashing out in anger Ryou swung his hand and it collided with the side of said doctor's face, snapping the middle aged mans head back. When he looked around him he saw a seething teenager with flowing silvery white hair standing in the shadows next to him to Bakura's amazement Ryou looked remarkably like himself.
The doctor put two and two together or however the saying goes and came to the conclusion that this must be the brother to the girl on the other side of the room.
'Odd that they both have long white hair when both their parents have/had short black. Strange…' He commented to himself before nodding to the boy and lowering his head in respect as he continued out of the room
. The dream Ryou resumed his watching position from the corner and stayed there for a few more minutes until he finally crept to his young sister's bedside. Kneeling next to her still form he placed his hand on hers, avoiding the cords running from her arm to the machine behind him. He sat there and just watched her.
Resting his head on top of their stacked hands, he closed his eyes. "Oh Amane! How could this have happened to you?" Ryou whispered. A single tear slid down his face as the machines connected to his sister sped up then went quiet, followed by a single tone.
The doctors rushed back in and repeated the same actions as they had on his mother before announcing the time of death then, making sure to keep their opinions silent on losing another patient, wheeled her out of the room and down the hallway.
Ryou filled out the necessary forms for both his mom and sister in a trance like state. After calling his father, who was away on a dig as always, and receiving the answering machine just like the doctors had during the multiple attempts they had made, Ryou left the hospital and walked through the pouring rain back to his house.
He unlocked the door and found his way to the couch in the dark. He located the couch but changed his mind and chose, instead, to sit on the floor against the wall. Bringing his knees up to his chest he rested his head on them and wrapped his hands around his legs.
He stayed that way for hours. Around 2 in the morning Ryou stood with a determined look on his face. He walked up the stairs and to Amanes room. Staying in the doorway, Ryou looked at his sister's belongings before closing and locking the door. Leaning against it he made a silent promise to him self.
'I promise Amane, I will never give my love to anyone like I did to you. I couldn't possibly do that with out forgetting you and that will never happen. No one will hurt me and I will never cry for anyone again. Not with the same love I did for you. Good bye Amane.'
With those thoughts echoing in his head Bakura opened his eyes and stared at his carefree light. Shaking his head mentally Bakura reached out his hand and grasped Ryou'd shoulder to wake him. Ryou cried out and jerked away from his yami's light grip. Bakura, truly confused, just looked at him. 'I barely touched him…' he thought.
Ryou looked around him with fear bright in his eyes and rubbed the shoulder that Bakura had touched. As his gaze settled on his yami, the frightened teen grew even paler and he lowered his eyes to the bed.
The curious spirit leaned forward and gripped Ryou's sleeve in his hand. He gently lifted it to show a hand shaped bruise that was already turning an ugly green, yellow, purple color. Bakura could easily see the outline of the 2 silver rings he wore on his left hand, the hand he had used to lift Ryou up and then hit him the last time before the Pharaoh came back.
The yami grimaced and looked back at Ryou's upturned face. The younger boy tried a small smile but winced as the effort stretched his cut lip and started it bleeding again. Looking up at Bakura, Ryou was shocked to see that his yami had actually sat on the bed and leaned towards him, a worried look in his normally indifferent eyes.
As soon as Ryou saw the look it was gone, and so was Bakura, who'd gone back to his soul room and slammed the door shut behind him.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED! PLEASE R&R! UM….I AM KIND OF STUCK WITH A 3RD CHAPTER…IF YOU LIKED THE FIRST 2 COULD ANYONE PLEASE SUPPLY ME WITH SOME IDEAS? THANK YOU!
