Amethyst Silence ON HIATUS

by Rasenramen

Yugi is a tall shy boy who never talked. He could only talk through his paintings, his way of showing people why he did in his life. Until one day a strange puzzle and spirit entered his life, managing to coax Yugi to speak. Why has this happened? Why now? Yugi wonders if there's more he can do with his life besides painting. (More about the past then painting at this point.)

30. Chapter 30

Disclaimer. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It be to Kazuki Takahashi and crew.

Jonouchi's/Bakura's POV

The threatening man stood poised, one hand hovering over the unconscious Sugouroku's head. Jonouchi lowered his gun, growling.

"You bastard. Are you really that despicable?" Bakura fidgeted nervously. The man narrowed his eyes.

"I have to be. I do not make this choice lightly. You are walking into a world that is beyond your comprehension. Now leave and I won't have to hurt him." Bakura stepped forwards, shaking uncontrollably.

"Let him go!" He said loudly. Jonouchi stared at him in shock. "Bakura?" He questioned. Bakura wouldn't look at him. "Don't hurt him! We'll go! Just let us take him back." The buff man frowned.

"Why should I listen to you?"

Bakura shook himself, standing up straight. "You may not know me but I know what's going on. We'll leave Jonouchi out of this but I will continue to involve myself as I please. Give us Sugouroku. Now."

Jonouchi gaped at Bakura. 'Where is he getting his confidence from? This isn't the Bakura I know...but it can't be the evil one. Bakura said he was gone. But then...'

The man frowned down at Sugouroku. "I'm tempted. But your friend there likes to meddle in things that don't concern him. Give me one reason why I should trust you."

Bakura sighed deeply. "Because, Que Em Bakura, Que Em Rishi. Sar Io Rishid, Su?" (I am Bakura. I am ancient. You are Rishid, Yes?)

The man stiffened, then spoke in the same tongue. "Su. Que Em Rishid. Op Hui Sar Diu?" Bakura hesitated, before answering. "Tu gar kipto lu ru fue. Sar ji he gu...Su?" (Yes. I am Rishid. How did you know?) (The ancient scriptures have told me. You have read them...yes?)

Rishid nodded. "Fair enough. I will hand the old man over to you. Make sure your friend there stays out of trouble."

Bakura turned back to Jonouchi, who looked like he just saw an alien. "What was that?" Bakura shook his head. "It is ancient. I can't tell you." Jonouchi crossed his arms. "Really."

Rishid undid Sugouroku's bindings and helped him stand up. His head lolled to the side, still clearly out of it.

Jonouchi dropped his gun and ran forwards, slinging an arm around Sugouroku. Together he and Rishid walked to the entrance of the Museum.

The guards were nowhere to be found. Rishid let go of Sugouroku, causing Jonouchi to grunt under the weight. Bakura came in from the hallway, holding the gun. "We may still need this."

He glanced at Rishid who simply shrugged, walked past Jonouchi, out the door, and disappeared into the night. Jonouchi hefted Sugouroku up a little higher. "Well, back to the Hospital we go. Oi Bakura, lend me a hand."

Bakura darted under Sugouroku's other arm, and together they walked out the doors.

End Of Chapter Thirty