Nope, still don't own it, but of course you already know that.

Chan: helloodle! By an increase in requests I am updating this story next.

Yami: just great, I thought you'd started on Chazz-abuse now?

Chan: I can have two to torture. –Hugs both Yami and Chazz-

Chazz: I'm not quite sure how I got here.

Chan: because I said so. To my readers, if this chapter seems in any way odd, it's because I wrote it in my lunch break at school. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Chapter Four
Three

Bakura's P.O.V.

For three days we searched and for 3 days we had no luck. Each day I would walk with Ryou to the game shop with my fingers crossed in my pocket. We'd open the door only to be met by Yugi's sad, pale face. Before he even shook his head we would know the answer.

But then, on the forth day, Yugi wasn't there when we opened the door. The shop was empty. I could hear voices drifting down the stairs. I felt my heart thud as me and Ryou reached the top. Yugi's grandpa was on the phone and Yugi was practically jumping up and down.

"Yugi! Stop it. I can't hear what they're saying."

"Is he ok? Where is he? What are they saying?"

"How am I supposed to know if you don't keep quiet?"

"But what-"

"Go!"

Me and Ryou stood by the door while all this was going on. My heart had now seemed to have stopped beating completely. We had both twigged what that phone call was about but before we could ask, Yugi grabbed my wrist in one hand, Ryou's n the other. He half pulled us down into the shop again.

Miming at us to be quiet he picked up the phone behind the counter. I really don't give Yugi enough credit sometimes. I edged closer to him, barely breathing. I could hear Grandpa's voice on the other end as well as a female voice. Yugi was pressing the phone so tightly to his ear that I could only make out odd words and phrases such as 'hospital' and 'stable condition'.

After that I moved away to let Ryou listen. I didn't need to hear anything more because I'd already heard the most important thing. My Butterfly had been found. He was going to be ok. When the phone call ended and I heard the click which meant the woman had hung up there was silence that was only broken when Grandpa spoke into the phone again.

"Well Yugi, I guess you and your friends had better go get in the car."

We were on our way to the hospital when we saw Joey trudging in the opposite direction, towards school. Grandpa pulled over and told Joey to get in the back with me and Ryou. He looked glad of the break from walking. He shouldn't be glad. I thought, angrily. Why should he be glad when my Butterfly is lying in a hospital bed somewhere, maybe dying? I sighed to myself. Of course Yami wasn't dying. The lady had said he was stable. She would have said if he was dying. And I knew that I really shouldn't have been getting angry at Joey of all people. He was wearing a brand new pair of trainers to go with the fresh cut which was half hidden by his hair. I wondered what it had been over this time. Although with Joey's dad, sometimes there didn't have to be a reason. Joey must have noticed me staring at his forehead because he shifted his head and started telling Yugi about his new trainers he'd only got yesterday.

I didn't have time to worry about Joey when we arrived. Grandpa told us to sit and wait for him but I was so anxious I started pacing up and down the waiting room. I could tell it was annoying the nurses but frankly, I couldn't care less.

It turned out to be a waist of time waiting there anyway, because we couldn't go in to visit Yami. In fact, for a whole week, he was so ill not even Yugi was allowed to see him. Grandpa went, taking him a change of clothes and relaying messages between us. Well he told him what we wanted to say but he barely replied in more than one sentence. He was very weak from the medicine he was on now, as well as being hurt.

I'm not sure which felt longer to me. The three days not knowing where he was, or the week in which I knew exactly where he was, but knew I couldn't see him. In the end I decided they were both exactly as bad as each other.

When I was finally aloud to see Yami, he was sleeping. The nurse led me into the room and then left so I could have some time alone with him. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his sheets were pulled down to his waist, the butterfly wings tattooed on his back clearly showing along with cuts running in every direction. His eyes were shut in a deep, dreamless sleep and bandages were wrapped around his head. Despite all this however he was still, in my opinion, the most amazing boy on the planet. With a sad smile on my face I sat in the chair next to the bed. He looked cold and I couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't thought to pull his sheets back round him. I did so myself and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. He smiled in his dreams and I smiled too, watching him.

Anger which had been bubbling below the surface of my brain all week seemed to erupt to the surface. I punched the wall in frustration but all that did was make my knuckles bleed. Now I was hurt as well as angry. I looked down at Yami and felt my anger start to ebb away. Yami's butterfly broach was lying on the table beside him. There was no point in getting angry now. Better to wait until I found them. Because I would find them and then, one way or another, they'd pay for breaking my butterfly's wings.

End Chapter

Chan: -phew- hope you like it. Sorry if it is a little short.

Yami: -grumbles-

Chan: like always, R&R everyone