Love Hurts
By Jet Set Yoyo
Disclaimer: I do NOT own yu-gi-oh If I did I wouldn't be writing fics on the internet.
("Talking", Thinking, 'flashbacks', 'Mind link's')
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Bakura wandered through the slums at a quick pace. It surprised him that not a thief, gambler or general do-no-gooder he had associated with, or wronged, was in sight. Usually this time was gold to them. It was definitely not a good sign. Picking up the pace, putting him now at a slight jog he was officially afraid for the boy's life.
It's not because I care about him or anything. If he dies, I'm gone. That's all. He told himself upon realizing his fear for the youth.
Ryou had curled himself into a ball on the floor of the warehouse, making a small amount of warmth for himself. Shifting a little, he winced as he left his area of warmth on the floor and promptly returned to it. He groaned, despite the warmth he was growing achy from laying the same way for such a long time; he was dying to stretch himself out though he refrained valuing the warmth more than comfort. I wish they had killed me. I'm so cold, so uncomfortable and now I'm starting to get hungry. I want to sleep but I'm too scared, too cold.
Bakura was starting to get irritated as well as frantic when he still couldn't find anyone he'd recently pissed off; usually they were everywhere. Growling he stopped to catch his breath as he was now running desperately around the area. He heard voices and stood still for a moment, listening in on the conversation.
"That guy will come soon, we've got his brother." A deep voice said, sounding completely sure of himself.
"I don't know, if someone wanted the kid sure they'd be here by now. Shouldn't we have left a ransom note or something; so he could find us?" a squeakier and more annoying voice chimed in.
"N-no! He'll come, don't worry about it." The deeper voice was quick to cut it. Bakura now had come around the corner and saw it was a burly man; one he'd stole 100 dollars from just the night before. The other voice must've belonged to the scrawny man beside him; the same one he beat in poker three days earlier, but only because he cheated.
"I assume you morons are looking for me?" Bakura spoke up, crossing his arms as he approached the duo with a demonic glare gracing his features. The men nearly jumped out of their skin and hurried to turn towards the spirit. He gritted his teeth, showing his sharp incisors, "You have Ryou. Return him. Now."
"You'll have the brat back, just come with us." The burly man spoke up, turning around and walking towards the docks. Bakura growled and followed them, knowing they had some sort of plan to either harm him or get as much money as possible off of him. He knew these kinds of people, after all he was one of them. Eat or be eaten, kill or be killed kind of people. They'd sooner stab a friend in the back for twenty bucks than be seen showing an ounce of kindness towards someone.
They led him further on until they stopped in front of a warehouse. Replacing his glare with a look crossing between boredom and irritation he waited for someone to speak. When no one did, just motioning for him to enter it was confirmed. Ryou was not in there. Deciding to play along he turned the knob to the warehouse and pushed it open. Before he could take a step inside the bigger man swung at him, just as he expected, but Bakura was too quick; having turned around and stabbed the man in the stomach.
"W-when did you…Ugh!" He stuttered, coughing up blood from the puncture in his stomach. He was unable to continue speaking and fell to the ground clutching himself. The smaller man was afraid to say the least and backed away slowly before taking off in a run. Bakura would have none of it, dashing after the man at a quicker speed than the man could manage.
"You'll pay for screwing with me you little shit. I am superior." Deciding against just simply killing the man, he felt a little mischievous. It had been a good six hours since he last banished someone to the shadow realm. "Perhaps you'll like this much better."
The man had barely the time to scream as he was whisked off into the shadow realm to be tortured for all eternity. It only took him half a second to realize he never did figure out where they were keeping Ryou before he killed them. Shrugging it off he began to search the warehouses one-by-one. Ryou couldn't be far from here, they'd still need to keep an eye on him so they shouldn't have traveled far from his location. After the fourth warehouse he was contemplating banishing them all to the shadow realm but thought better of it immediately. Stupid boy, getting yourself kidnapped.
Ryou jumped, waking himself from his light slumber as he heard a scream outside not far from him. W-what was that? He shivered, now being reminded of the cold he'd tried so hard to avoid. It can't be Bakura…he wouldn't. A slam made him jump again and a whimper escaped his lips. Shifting could be heard, like the sounds of the boxes being moved. Impossible, I couldn't move those boxes there were stacked to the ceiling. He was now in a sitting position, looking frantically around him for the source of the disturbance. A shadow shrank towards him and grabbed hold of him tightly. Feeling the unfamiliarness of the person's grasp Ryou tensed but the intruder did not cease. His mouth was quickly covered and he was dragged along while desperately trying to wiggle and kick his way out of the unknown person's clutches.
A creak, then he could see the night sky. Where am I? Oh…the docks. Where is he taking me? Ryou wondered, thousands more thought racing through his mind. Bakura…He won't help me. His kicking seemed to do little good other than exhaust him further so he quit, accepting the fact that he wouldn't get out and would likely be murdered by this unknown captor. He couldn't he squirm to see who had him and the person never said a word. Closing his eyes he waited for it all to be over.
Aha... Couldn't help but leave a cliffhanger. Shits and giggles, you know? Anyhow, please review even if you hated it. It helps me write better and encourages me to write more for you enjoyment as well as my own. It might help Ryou's chances at life as well... -devious grin- Flames are much appreciated as well.