Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YGO! DAMN YOU LAWYERS! throws them out
Ahem, I apologize...really
Thanks for reading, now on with the next chapter of Black and white roses
The next murder will be next chapter
I also apologize for the incredibly short chapter
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The young man came in early and swiftly read most everything down before leaving. The nurses were all too surprised to see him leave in a whirlwind of cloth but questioned nothing. It wasn't their job to know.
Later on, his partner came in, and surprised, began to read.
Ryou gazed across the balcony on top of the roof. Only he knew about it, if anyone else did, they would be able to escape. There were no locks on the door. It was shadow magic proof, and everything was beyond opening, until Ryou gave the command. The wind swept across his face magnificently, sweeping his hair along. He closed his eyes, cold tears touching his face. His hands clenched into fists. 'How did he find out?' he thought angrily, upset. 'How? Everything was covered; it was all perfect, how could he have found out? Damn him!' He let go of his hands. They were bloody red and sticky; his nails had dug into his skin. He laughed bitterly. "Make me bleed."
He turned away. His mission was clear, end this as soon as he could. He had no reason for existence. No love, no warmth, he had always been just another goddamn burden. He slammed a fist on the stone wall and pondered how he had found out.
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Yugi stared at his hands. How had he found out? He smiled. It had been simple, really. The murderer had to be one of them, and when he had found the paintings, he knew only one person who could draw like that. And when he thought about it, it was actually their fault, including his own that Ryou could have been driven to this. He had probably been lonely and rejected from the start, but he'd believed that he'd found friends. No one understood how Ryou could have been so naïve as to believe that they would ever truly accept him, besides the Ishtars and Kaibas. How could they, when he harbored Bakura, the only truly evil spirit? Marik had been forged out of anger and hate from Malik so it was all very forgivable; after all, it wasn't his fault that he was created like that. Yami had a higher purpose than everyone else, save the world, so no one else mattered as long as the worlds were safe. But Bakura, he had no higher purpose, he was born like everyone else, and he had turned evil. So how could they trust that Ryou would never change sides? So, as easily as they could, they had slowly ignored him until he was more like an acquaintance, not a friend.
Okay, fine, he'd found out to the close bond that existed between him and his Yami. Neither of them knew how to make mind blocks, so he had seen everything that happened. Anyway, so now he knew who was behind it all. He wasn't happy, but there was nothing he could do about it.
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Bakura stared across the night sky, wondering what Fate held for them. After all, she had already locked them in with someone after their blood; why not add in a few more twists. He sighed, wondering where Ryou was. He saw how the others treated him, knew what they thought about him and it was all his fault. Damn. He couldn't have hated them more than that moment when he understood that they were so afraid of him, that they hated his light. He wanted to make it up to him, show him exactly what he deserved, but he was just a spirit thrown into a new world. What could he do to that tainted angel? What could he say to comfort him?
Bakura sighed and continued searching for Ryou. He looked out the window and across the mansion he saw a balcony. The doors were open and there stood Ryou, his beautiful silver hair flying in the wind. But, that couldn't be, they were all locked in. Ryou glanced over at Bakura and his eyes grew wide. But when Bakura blinked, he was gone; no trace of him was left. He ran to the balcony faster than was humanely possible and looked around. The curtains were still and dry, the French doors were bolted and closed and there was no one there.
"Bakura?" Bakura jumped in surprise and turned around to see Malik and his yami. "Marik, Malik, what are you guys doing here?"
Malik blinked, his purple eyes curious. "Looking for Ryou." Malik said innocently. "Have you seen him?" Bakura didn't bother lying.
"I thought I did."
"What? You thought you did?" Marik said, not sure that he understood.
"Yeah, I thought I saw him on the balcony."
"okay then." Malik said, feeling a little freaked.
"Don't sweat it man." Bakura said casually and patted Malik on the back, still worrying about Ryou.
"Monster." She whispered as she read. "Heartless, cruel, monster." She continued to rediscover the past but instead of understanding, she felt hate. Hate which frightened her, such raw, passionate hatred, that her head became dizzy. Such raw feeling that she wanted to put down the book and sleep, not caring what would happen. But she couldn't. even with all that powerful, pulsing hatred, there was still a love that made her think otherwise.
Gentle, bright, burning love seeped out of the binding, both healing and burning her hands and soul. She couldn't understand how this book, this beautiful, ugly book, could contain such wonder and horror at the same time. She turned on her lamp again and continued to read, glancing every so often at the young man on the bed.
Short, terrible, chapter. i apologize. Thank you for reviewing everybody, or at least reading. It would do me a world of good if you would please review after reading, even if you dislike it...As long as it is only criticism, not a flame, those'll be used to burn Bitches'R' Us