A/N: Wow, this got a lot deeper than I thought it would. Just an FYI this chapter is a little dark, with mentioning of a suicide attempt and death. Please be advised
Bakura groaned as a sharp knocking noise entered his senses. Last night when he went out to look for Ryou, he had ended up in a bar. He vaguely remembered the first few drinks, then the last few when the bartender had thrown him out after punching someone in the nose.
He had stumbled out after only being there a short time, wandering down the street screaming Ryou's name. He didn't remember coming back home, nor did he remember falling asleep face down on the living room carpet. The knocking sound wasn't going away, and he managed to drag himself up off the floor, crawling to the door. Using the knob to pull himself up, he opened it, only to find himself face to face with several members of the Domino City Police Department.
"And what can I do for you find gentlemen today?"
Bakura asked, gripping the door frame as a wave of dizziness overcame him.
"Could you step out into the hallway please sure."
The first detective said, stepping aside to give Bakura room. His brain still fuzzy, Bakura followed the policeman's instructions only to be immediately handcuffed and placed into a car with all of his neighbors watching.
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Detective Rowan stood on the door step of The Game Shop, over whelmed with guilt. Having gone home quickly to change his torn clothes, he was about to notify someone over the death of their friend. He tapped quickly on the door, stepping back and waiting silently. A curtain moved before the door opened and an older gentleman stood in the door way.
"May I help you?"
He inquired, looking around anxiously.
"Sorry to bother you sir, but is Yugi Moto in?"
"Yes he is, may I ask who you are sir?"
Detective Rowan quickly pulled out his credentials, showing them to the older man who nodded.
"Detective Rowan sir, it is important that I speak to Mr. Moto as soon as possible."
"Of course, please come in, would you like some tea?"
"Thank you but no."
Detective Rowan stepped inside the building, looking around at the various items for sale.
"My name is Solomon Moto, Yugi is my grandson. Please, come inside our home while I get him for you."
Solomon opened up another door, motioning for the detective to sit in the living room while he walked upstairs. Detective Rowan looked around the room, noticing several pictures with Ryou and Bakura in them. His palms started sweating and he rubbed them on his pants. Solomon appeared again with two younger boys in tow. One of them immediately offered his hand, the other hung out in the background, observing quietly.
"Mr. Moto, I apologize for interrupting your morning, but I have you listed as next of kin for a Ryou Bakura is that right?"
Yugi's eyes widened and he took a step back, looking nervously at the other person in the room. Their eyes locked for a moment, and the other one stepped forward, offering his hand to the detective.
"My name is Yami, we are both friends with Ryou. Has something happened to him?"
Detective Rowan shook his hand, before gently looking over at Yugi.
"A gentleman was jogging by the river this morning, and he discovered a body which we believe to be Mr. Bakura's in the water."
Yugi gasped, paling immediately before taking a step back and running out of the room. Solomon took off after him while Yami stood, grimed face.
"Are you sure it was him? He has a roommate that looks very much like him…"
"Yes, Bakura. He has been arrested for questioning in connection to this crime. We need someone to come down to identify the body."
Yami blinked, nodding silently.
"I will go, Yugi will not be able to handle this."
Detective Rowan nodded, looking at his watch.
"Would you mind coming now? I find its best not to delay these things."
Yami nodded again, disappearing for a moment and returning with a coat in his hands.
"Yugi and Grandpa will meet us at the station, he's on the phone right now."
Detective Rowan nodded, escorting the young man out of his home and into his police car.
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"Are you ready?"
Detective Rowan asked Yami and he nodded, watching as a light turned on in the next room. Yami approached the window, looking briefly at his friends long white hair before nodding silently.
"Do you know what happened?"
He asked, watching as the medical examiner covered back up his friend and turned off the light. He placed a hand on the window, willing himself to stay calm.
"I should have found him last night, I should have made sure he was alright."
Yami whispered, shaking silently.
"Yami, will you come into the interview room with me? I'd like to ask you a few quick questions if you don't mind."
Yami nodded, following the older gentleman down the hall. He stopped by one door, looking at it for a moment. Before the detective could stop him, he burst through it, tackling Bakura to the ground.
"How could you! He was my friend! We never should have let you come back!"
Bakura was too numb and hung over to respond, laying there while Yami hit him over and over. Detective Rowan stood back a minute, allowing the assault to continue before he finally strong armed Yami off of Bakura.
He pushed Yami out of the room, looking back at Bakura for a second before firmly shutting the door. He then ushered Yami into another room, settling down with a folder and a pad of paper filled with questions.
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Bakura sat in the waiting area, handcuffed to a bench. He had been waiting for what seemed like hours, his nose still covered in his dried blood from where Yami had punched him. He kept his eyes down not wanting anyone to see him like this.
"Bakura? What happened to you?"
Bakura winced, recognizing the voice of Yugi anywhere. He looked up at the runt, who looked like he had been run over by a truck. Bakura grunted, looking away.
"Did Yami do that to you?"
Yugi whispered, reaching out to touch Bakura by the cheek. Bakura jerked away, not knowing what to say. Yugi sighed, tears filling his eyes when he realized why Bakura was here.
"Did you do it? Did you kill him? They told Yami they found him wrapped up in the blanket we used to picnic on… How could you?"
Bakura kept looking away, not wanting to be seen as week. Another officer came up, arm clamped firmly on Yami's shoulder.
"You all are free to leave, Bakura has chosen to not press charges against this man for hitting him."
Yami glared at Bakura, obviously ready to hit him again. Yugi held him back, begging Yami not to start again. Bakura met the former Pharaoh's glare, not knowing what to say.
"Alright Yugi, we need to go see if we can find Malik and make sure he's not dead too."
With that Yami waltzed out of the office, Yugi close on his heels. Bakura watched them go, realizing that even if he got off on charges none of his friends would ever care about him again.
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"You're free to go Bakura, just stay in town in case we have any more questions."
Detective Rowan told him abruptly, reaching down to uncuff him. Bakura looked around, blinking to bring his vision back into focus. It was dark out, and he realized he had no clue what time it was.
"How long have I been here?"
He asked, looking up at the detective who had made his life a living hell for so long.
"It's after 9. Go home."
Detective Rowan told him stiffly, turning and walking away. Bakura rubbed his wrists, watching the older man disappear down the hallway before leaving himself. Detective Rowan walked into the morgue, looking at the body still lying on the table.
"Oh Ryou, if only you would have helped me on my case, this wouldn't have happened to you."
He said softly, touching the young man's hand gently.
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Yugi sat in his room quietly, staring out the window. He had made a bunch of phone calls to his friends, who were all getting ready to gather at his house for a vigil.
"Oh Ryou, I'm so sorry, if I hadn't brought Yami back none of this wouldn't have happened."
He whispered, crying over a picture of his friend from their teen years. The tears soon turned into sobs, and Yugi couldn't stop, gasping for the air his lungs needed. Yami grabbed him, pulling the young man close and calming him until the air flowed freely again.
"Oh Yami, this is all my fault. I should have ignored Ryou when he asked for Bakura to stay, I should have made Pegasus find a way to send him back, I should have…."
"Oh, Yugi, this is not your fault. Ryou made his choices, and unfortunately they were his undoing. Besides, I'm not entirely certain that it was Bakura after all."
"What do you mean?"
Yugi asked, pulling away from his Yami and wiping his eyes. Yami looked out the window at the darkness, sighing.
"Well, I got a phone call from another detective at the police department. He had questions about Malik, wanted to know some more things about him. Apparently Detective Rowan has been looking into him too because of some events that had happened during Battle City. He said that Detective Rowan had approached Ryou last night about testifying and wanted to know if I had heard anything about it. Remember how upset Malik was last night? Maybe that's the reason we haven't been able to find him all day."
Yugi stared at Yami, wide-eyed.
"You don't think we are wrong about Bakura do you?"
"I don't know Yugi, but that detective that questioned me was definitely looking for someone to pin this on quickly."
Yami said, stroking Yugi's hair.
"We should go see Bakura tomorrow, maybe he will remember something. Do they allow visitors in jail?"
"Well, I'm sure if it's a problem Kaiba can help out with it." Yami answered drily, attempting to make Yugi smile again.
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Bakura stood at the edge off the water, looking off into the distance. He had left a note on the Moto's door proclaiming his innocence and then he had come here, to the place they had found Ryou. Without his lighter half, there was no point in staying in this world, and it was time for him to return to the land of the dead. The pills he had taken were already taking affect, and he could slowly feel himself drifting away, sinking into the ground as he heard voices behind him screaming his name.

I think about my life gone by
And how it's done me wrong
There's no escape for me this time
All of my rescues are gone, long gone
I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town

A/N: That's all for now. I tried to leave this opened ended as possible like the video, where you weren't sure who killed her. This last bit is Bakura's innocence letter, the last part of the song. I hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave any comments below…. Who do you think did it.