Dang, it's been a long time since I've updated. Sorry, but writers block is really hard to work around you know.

Real sorry, but I had to tear down the chapter 4 I posted and rewrite it. I just didn't like it. For anyone who read it, beware that what happened in that chapter doesn't relate to this chapter. In other words, forget what happened in the old chapter four and pretend it never happened. Because in this story it never did.

Saffron-Starlight- thanks, that was just what I was shooting for.

Disclaimer: They make us post a disclaimer just to remind us of how unfair it is that we don't own this stuff.

Key: first set of italics is a dream, the rest are flashbacks.

On with the Fic…

A lone figure left the darken house in the dead of night. It had white locks with chocolate orbs that were stained. What they were stained with you couldn't tell, but the stains were there. It left quickly and quietly never looking back. It had no time to. Nor did it want to think about what it was doing. It stepped onto the street and paid no heed to the speeding cars coming down the black road…

Light flooded my eyes as they opened.

I woke to find myself in a bed. But it wasn't my bed. No, it was a white bed with white sheets in a white room. Something was stuck in my arm. I looked down and realized it was an IV. I was in the hospital. But, how…?

Soft dripping could be heard to my side. It was raining. Pounding into the soft grass and choking it.

Just how I feel.

He grabbed my neck and shook my frail body. Screaming, I felt like all was finally lost. Bakura would kill me this way. I felt so lost…

So lost.

"What the hell are you crying for weakling?" He sneered and tightened his grip. Despite my desperate try not to, the tears fell.

Falling.

I couldn't remember why he was mad at me this time. What was it I had done? All the while, I felt my lungs begin to collapse.

It's easy to fall apart in this world. Especially when you're mortal.

Bakura sensed that my body couldn't take it. He let go slightly, only enough to give me air. Only for a moment.

How fast can you fall? How fast can you forget?

"Is that better little light? So fragile, should I treat you like glass?" He smiled that awful smile, "I think glass is good for only two things. To drink from and to break." I shuddered.

Knowing what's coming is a horrible thing.

I was thrown carelessly across the room. Still gasping for breath I landed on a table. It bit into my stomach and I fell, doubling over. Chains whipped out towards my back. All I could hear was the laughing…"

The tears fell. They joined the rainin a quest to drown the world. Drowning in my own world, how pathetic was I. Bakura would be so disappointed. 'Your weaker then I thought,' he would mock. But, he had been so nice that night. When I felt so sick and he had carried me, bandaged my wounds, held me up to keep from drowning. Was he only trying to keep me alive or…?

"So your finally awake Bakura-san?" I looked up and noticed a young man with dark brown hair standing in the doorway. He had one of those pure white doctor coats on and a soda in one hand. I was snapped back to reality.

"You have a lot of people worried kiddo." He walked over and put the soda down on the table next to my bed. I gave him a questioning look.

"You've been in a coma for two weeks kid." I felt ever fiber in my being stop at those words. What the hell had happened? What had Bakura done this time?

"Wh…what?" I felt dizzy and thought maybe I was delirious. I was in pretty bad shape mentally already. It wouldn't have been so bad. To be delirious, I mean. Then maybe I wouldn't be so aware of the pain. Slowly drifting into a disturbed state of psychotic rage. Damn tears, they always betray you.

"Kid…?" I had already been crying when he had walked in. Now it just looked even worse then before. I bet he wanted to know why.

"I…I'm okay." He looked doubtful. I was totally aware of this and did my best to stop my tears. It's hard though, when you're dying inside.

"Well… I guess you'd like to know your condition, huh? Most doctors don't even tell their patients when it's this bad…"

I didn't even have to look at my body to tell it looked bad. I could feel every inch of me vibrate with shock and trauma. I could fell the pain tear my body to shreds.

"You were admitted two weeks ago from today. You've been in a coma until just now. Um, let's see…you were suffering from extreme internal bleeding in your stomach, head, and esophagus. The internal bleeding in your head, right above your left ear and the cut in the back of your head combined caused a minor concussion. Took quite some time to scrub the blood outta your hair, too. You were suffering from a severe cold, which must've resulted from a knife cut on your right arm, which was infected too. Your lips were cut up pretty bad and there are bruises all over your body that was various ages. You were on a respirator for a week, because your lungs needed to heal from the coughing up of blood. Kid, you were paler then a vampire when you came in. We had to give you blood and are hoping that pale is your natural color, because you haven't improved much on the color front." He took a deep breath and looked at me. Something was wrong. Those problems all resulted from things that happened before my cold. What had happened to land me in a coma?

"So?" I looked up at him.

He bit his lip and looked down. Shit, it must've been bad, real bad. Whatever it was that happened.

"You were found laying in a pool of your own blood near the front door." The doctor's voice was shaky. "You were literally drowning in it. Broken glass and objects were all over the house. Blood was splatter over the walls nearby. Bloody hand and foot prints lined the hallway from the kitchen to were you laid. They found bloody knifes and chains in the kitchen, soaked in your blood." It sounded like a horror flick. One I would never want to see. The doctor's joking tone had gone grave, his face paling in the florescent lighting of the hospital room.

"The police dusted to try and found out who attacked you, but only found your prints." Those words hit so hard it was scary. That meant it could've only been Bakura.

"Your friends found you. They said they hadn't heard from you in a week and were worried. So they came to see if you were home, but no one answered the door. The blonde one saw a bit of blood on the window and broke the door down in panic. Your father has been contacted and will be flying in next week."

It was too much information flooding me at once. It was just too much. I felt like I was drowning again. I must've looked like I was going to pass out.

"Kid? Hey, Kid you okay?"

I felt darkness claiming me.

But, deep down I knew something.

'"Do you think I want to kill you?" His smile was unnerving and alarming. I didn't want to answer while he held those chains over my back. There were deep cuts that came close to the bone in my back. So deep, so cold.

"If I kill you do you know what happens?" He didn't wait for a answer.

"I die with you, you worthless piece of shit. And if I die with you…" My god his smile could scare the devil.

"I'll torture you for every goddamn minute we spend in Hell together." He laughed with such an evilness and darkness I felt it swallowing me.

Bakura could have never done this. He had told me that a long time ago. When he choked me, threw me, and slashed me with chains. I wasn't allowed to die. He wouldn't almost kill me.

No, someone else…

Had tried to kill me.

/Bakura. /

/Bakura…/

I passed out.