"H-Honda..." I stuttered, instantly a voice echoed in my head…'Stuttering, a sign of weakness...' I mentally cringed, trying to push that thought from my mind. I AM NOT WEAK. I am Ryou Bakura. I am strong.
"Ryou?" He looked at me, angry almost, and then stared at the paper. He suspects me! I know he does! He's going to turn me in, let me rot in jail. No. He isn't. I can't push him, there are cameras everywhere…I half wonder why Otogi didn't have any in his office…then again, knowing him, he probably did 'private' stuff in there, he'd rather people not see. I won't question good luck. I need to stop Honda, I have to. My mind spirals with hundreds of thoughts, and then it comes to me.
"H-Honda…Otog-gi…left t-this note…" I half close my eyes looking as weak as possible, and just as he takes it from me, I let myself fall onto him. Knocking him backwards and straight down the stairs…he must have hit his head as he fell, because there's blood down a few of the stairs. I lay on the step for a while, trying to make it look as if I've fainted, through almost closed eyes, I watch to see if Honda moves. Not a flinch. I groan and sit up. The groan wasn't entirely fake; I hurt my arm a little catching myself on my fake faint. I move slowly, stare at Honda, and pull a mock 'Oh my dear lord!' face, and rush down to 'help' him. I get there, and yep, I am pretty sure he's dead. I mean, there's a chunk missing out the side of his head. It's disgusting! His eyes are lolled back, and his arm is obviously not connected to his body any more. He must have 'fallen' 4 flights. I look around. Hearing someone running up the stairs, I bend down, and hold Honda's hand, making sure it's the one clasping the note, just to make sure, there's a reason for any DNA being on it. 3 men approach me, and stare; I look up at them through teary eyes,
"What the hell happened?" One says. He's wearing sunglasses, and has his slick black hair tied back into a ponytail.
"He must have tripped or something…" I wail, looking devastated.
"Did you see?" Asked another.
"No…I just remember seeing him coming up here, and the next thing I knew, I was laid on the step, Honda nowhere to be seen."
"You know this man?" The other said…what was it, 20 questions?
"Yes…we are good friends…" I sob, trying my hardest to cry. A blond guard puts his hand on my shoulder, and shakes his head,
"I'm so sorry, son." I wail, and stand up, and run down the stairs, straight out the building, past the news crew and home. Slamming the door behind me, I leant against it, and closed my eyes. I felt a smirk come to my lips, and I looked down. I lost all control and laughed. People could be such idiots. I heard footsteps on the stairs, I looked up, to see the object of my desires, clad only in a towel. I smiled at him.
"My my, Ryou." He whispered. "What have we been doing today?" He put his hands at either side of me, pinning me to the door. I turned my head, keeping eye contact with him. I could smell the lavender on his hair, it'd just been washed. Small droplets fell from his glittering hair to my feet. He gently turned my face to his, I looked at his lips and before I knew it, he had me pressed up against the door in a fiery kiss. His wet hands under my shirt, my own hands, gripping the tanned skin on his back. He pushed against me, our bodies touching, not a gap between us, he rubbed his hips against mine, and I moaned gently. Smiling, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his bedroom. I was shocked, excited, and afraid. He threw the door open and pushed me onto the bed, ripped off my shirt he laid on me, nipping at my pale skin, leaving purple marks, and teeth marks, with droplets of blood forming. His hand slowly dropping down my trousers, I felt his warm hand on me, gently rubbing. I looked at him, his half lidded eyes; this is what I had wanted for so long, so badly. My breathing was getting faster, but yet, something niggled in the back of my mind. This wasn't enough. I wanted more. Much more. This was great, but it wouldn't satisfy me. I let my hand wander up through his white hair, grabbing a lock; I pulled his face to mine, and huskily whispered,
"Take me…" I stared into his crimson eyes; he blinked, looking almost confused. I couldn't take this, so I pulled him into a slow kiss, and when he pulled away he gently began to unbutton my jeans. I smiled mentally. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, whoever did this will pay. Without thinking I went to the window and dropped a vase from the 2nd story bedroom window.
"Don't fucking disturb." I screamed. About to shut the window, I heard a shriek, I figured the glass him someone, so I peered out. Holy shit…it hit Jou! I stare in awe, I'd run down, and help him, but I figure with the blood, he'll be dead. In panic, I lunge for the phone and begin typing Kaiba's number.
"Kaiba" I pant…he groans, damn he must be in bed or something, he has stupid sleeping habits. "It's Jou!" with that I heard a lot of curse words and then finally,
"What's happened?" So cool, so calm, slowly and shakily, I begin to explain. Kaiba wasn't mad-but he sounded tearful, he didn't bother hanging up, he just left. Moments later, the CEO of Kaiba Corp, was outside my house, holding the lifeless corpse of Jou. I could have cried for Seto, loosing the love of his life. I felt sick. I couldn't watch. I felt my eyes burn and clear fluid cascade down my cheek. The salty liquid smouldering my skin. Tears. I haven't cried in a long time. I just sit there, and feel arms ensnare me. I lean back into the warm embrace. I can't do this, the moods gone…I just want to forget what I did, what I've done. I felt a wash of guilt over me. I can't take it. I pick up my boxers and wander downstairs turning on the TV. It hadn't been on 5 minuets, before a news bulletin.
"News Flash, the famous CEO of Kaiba Corp, Seto Kaiba, has passed away. A shocking suicide, moments after finding out that his toy-boy, K. Jounouchi, had died. Along with this death, another business man, Ryuugi Otogi, also committed suicide, by jumping from the 6th floor of his office building in Domino. A sad day for the town, this was Ami Kulsaki, from Eye News Domino." I shut the TV off, I couldn't bear to hear it…No more bad news, no more murders, and I couldn't take it. I felt as if I had nothing, empty, alone. I stared at the black TV, and lay down on the sofa. Drifting to sleep, I felt Bakura's long fingers, caressing my hair.