Look I've said this before! I know the disclaimer, you know the disclaimer, (points at a random reader) she knows the disclaimer…
Me: Hello everybody!
Yugi: we have had a lot of reviews!
Me: Thank you loyal reviewers
Yami: Someday we shall repay you…… unless we can't find you or if we forget!
Me: No, really! We owe you a lot more than we could ever repay! With out you we would have no story!
Yugi: It's time to answer the latest of those reviews!
Sabey: Co0o0o0o0o0l name! I read your bio! Am I really one of your role models? When you said about your role models being your friends, of course I'm your friend! I don't have that many friends actually. And yep! You got the answer spot on! Don't cry! It will all turn out alright. Probably.
Dark-lady-Devinity: Yet another review from a long standing reader! And your spot on too! (I can think of other reasons for the puzzle to be reacting in this story.)
Ranchan11: I agree with you! As much as we might like it to be the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows! I would have liked to have helped with 9/11 if I lived in America and was a little older! You've got it too! It is about poor Yugi!
Mellinde: I'm sorry! It was shorter than usual! I will try to make this chapter longer!Nope!It isn't grandpa!
Hikari106: Helloey! Thanks! You have got Bakura right on! It's alright that you got confused about Bakura's abuser! Bet you're not the only one! Sorry! But that answer is wrong! It just seems natural to update your stories!
Yami: the dedications go out to; Sabey, Dark-Lady-Devinity and Ranchan11
Me: O.K. people! You know the stories I was telling you about? Well I have found names for the other 2 nameless ones! The one where Yami gets bullied and beat up for protecting Ryou is called 'Broken Souls' the one with the doom bikers is called 'Through the tinted window' you can see a brief summary for all 3 at the end of the chapter before this, so you will know them when they come out.
Yugi: I think we should get on with this story now.
Yami: Good idea!
Me: Well come on then…… (Voice fades out)
Chapter 8
The stranger's silhouette
Yami's P.O.V.
If you ever get around to asking Tea, Tristan, Joey and Ryou what happened to me next, they will all tell you that I leaned too far forward, overbalanced and slipped of the sofa. Then again, they will also tell you that Bakura and I aren't friends too. I remain confident that I fainted from the pain that was shooting through my body. Not for long, only about half a second, just long enough for me to fall, hit the floor and whack my head on the coffee table on the way down.
I passed out on the sofa and came to less than a second later on the floor with a gaping cut on my forehead and a dull burning pain encasing my body. Joey was just getting onto his feet to see if I was O.K. at this time, which just shows how short the time I was unconscious for actually was.
I ignored my friends asking if I was alright. I had to get to the phone! Even though I knew what the call was about already, I had to get to it! Just to make sure. Joey was touching my head where it was cut on the sharp corner of the table. I swiped him away and hauled myself to my feet. Blanking out my friends anxious shouts, I ran to the kitchen where Bakura was standing with the cordless phone pressed to his ear. I skidded to a halt in front of him. There was a look of absolute horror etched onto his face.
"Where is he?" he sounded panicked and desperate.
"What happened to him?" his voice was getting quieter and quieter with every word he spoke. I'm not sure what the person on the over end said, but it was obvious that it was bad. He had gone white as a sheet and shaking. All in all he looked like he had just seen a ghost. I could see that he needed some comfort so I reached out and grabbed his hand in my own. He didn't hesitate at all in gripping my fingers back.
Bakura's P.O.V.
Oh Ra! Yami is holding my hand! If it hadn't been for the damn seriousness of the situation, I probably would have took off like a rocket and soared around the kitchen ceiling before flying out the window and into the sky. I would have gone and flown right over the moon with happiness. But like I said, this just wasn't the time. The best I could do was squeeze Yami's warm hand and hope he couldn't tell how cold mine was.
Yami's P.O.V.
The scene would have looked very odd to one of my friends if they came into the room then; me and Bakura holding hands in the middle of the room with anxious expressions on our pale faces, with Bakura speaking half formed phrases into the phone.
"Who……?" He let go of my hand to use his own hand to cover his mouth to hide the gasp he let out.
"O.K. were coming right now." And then he hung up. He turned to me, weak and trembling. He put both hands on my shoulders.
"Yami…" he said, "It's Yugi." The colour drained from my face and my heart was pounding against the roof of my mouth. I very nearly fainted when I heard what Bakura was saying next. "Yami……He's been attacked."
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I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn't believe that I could I have let this happen to the one person I am supposed to protect. My body had just about stopped aching now. Apart from the cut on my head where I had hit the coffee table that is. That was throbbing away but I honestly could not have cared less about it. I let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it drip on to the once clean shirt Bakura had let me borrow in stead of putting my torn, blood stained one that I had been wearing at school. All that I could think about was my precious Hikari and how badly hurt he was.
"Come on, my tinny Pharaoh. Lets get you cleaned up." Looking up, I could see Bakura standing over me with a ball of damp toilet paper in his hand.
"Thanks 'Kura." I said allowing him to sit next to me and attempt to wipe away the blood to check the extent of the damage on my wound.
"Alright. That looks pretty deep to me. You must have hit the table very hard and fast to get a cut this bad." His fingers moved across my head to wash the sticky red liquid off my skin. Joey had tried to clean it away when we first arrived at the hospital, but I wouldn't let him. I felt safer with Bakura than I really do with anyone else. This is weird considering what he did to me on the Kaiba corp. battle ship. We are on much better terms now as you can most likely guess.
"We should probably get someone to look at that later, it might need a few stitches." He gave my hands a quick pat and reassured me. "It won't hurt. They will give you something to numb the pain. Would you like me to go ask at the desk if we can have an ice pack to put on it?" I nodded and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"My knight in shining armour." I mumbled into his jumper. He had gone a bit stiff against me but I didn't really pay that much attention.
"Before you go and ask, there's something I need to give you." I straightened up to look him in the eyes.
"What's that tiny Pharaoh?" I smiled at the nickname and reached into the front pocket of my battered, red, school bag. I pulled out a king-size bar of Dairy milk chocolate and placed it onto his lap where he stared at it amazed.
"What are you giving this to me for?" he was reading the note I had stuck to it.
Bakura,
Thanks for everything.
Love Yami
Xxx
"It's for saving me that night I was stabbed." He gently peeled back the golden strands of hair clinging to my cut.
"Thank you very much Yami." He said his voice full of awe. He left shortly after and when he came back, he was carrying an ice pack. It was freezing against my warm skin, but helped to sooth the stinging pain.
"There. Is that a bit better now?" I nodded at the tomb robber. Joey and the others were waiting to hear any news from us in the hospital café. It was just me and Bakura. And we like it like that. We could have sat on those stiff hospital chairs in the waiting room, Bakura cleaning me and whispering secrets about my latest memory dream all night. But then I felt a cold hand close on my ear and tug me to my feet. I stopped laughing mid-giggle and gasped instead. Bakura had accidentally dropped the ice pack when I was yanked away from him.
"Oh. Having fun are we?" sneered my furious Grandpa. He gave me a little shake still holding my ear. It hurt and my cut head starting to throb again now that the ice pack was no longer in place.
"What the bloody hell have you done to my grandson?" I couldn't speak to answer. I could feel tears building in my shining eyes.
"Aww! Is the poor wittle baby phawro going to cwy now?" cooed Grandpa in a mock baby voice. "What did you do to your self ey?" he gave me a mean poke in my already sore cut. "You little brat." He hissed raising his hand back ready to slap me. But Bakura had seen enough.
"Mr. Moto!" he shrieked getting to his feet. "I know you are worried about Yugi, but that is still absolutely no reason to treat Yami this way! He's just as worried about Yugi as you are!" Grandpa didn't lower his hand or let me go.
"How can he be worried? He's the one who did it to him!"
"No he is not! Yugi was attacked by Ushio and a group of seniors! Yami was nowhere near Yugi at the time, and in fact he was beaten up by an entirely different set of bullies and I had to take him back to my place! He got that that cut by falling off the sofa and cutting his head on the table!" he had gone red with anger. "You haven't even asked if Yami's O.K.! Now put your hand done and let him go before I go to fetch a doctor!"
Grandpa did let go and sat in the chair next to me. Bakura took the chair on my other side of me, still fuming angry. He replaced the ice pack and continued to clear the running trickle of blood.
"Look Yami, I'm really sorry." Apologized Grandpa.
"It's perfectly fine Grandpa."
"No it isn't! I had no excuse for acting like that. How badly did the bullies hurt you?"
"Not badly. Besides, Bakura already sorted me out back at his place." Grandpa smiled and nodded. He turned to Bakura.
"You are a very loyal friend Bakura." Bakura blushed slightly.
"Thank you." Just then there was a small shout from one end of the corridor.
"No way!" our heads whipped it the direction of the familiar voice sounded from the end of the corridor. It was Grace!
"I knew he was a Moto but I had no idea it was this Moto!" the smile quickly dropped from her face. "Well the good news is that Yugi will live and is not in a comer. He is however unconscious at the moment, but will wake up shortly. The bad news is that he was very badly injured. He has multiple cuts to his body, has been punched and kicked too many times to count and has also been burned by acid and burning oil. His leg was badly cut and the bone was cut too. It's too early to tell if he will be able to walk properly or if the lower part of his leg will have to be amputated."
I listened taking it all in. He was alive! Not conscious, but alive and not in a comer! But he might not be able to walk again. His leg might have to be amputated. Still, at that moment, all I cared about was the fact that he would not die. That he would be able to smile again! Well if the scars weren't on his face that is. Then I got an idea. It was like a light bulb going on in my head. I would have to wait a few hours; I'd give it until midnight. And then I would, with a bit of luck, I'd be able to heal Yugi completely. Well I wouldn't, but I knew someone who would…
Bakura's P.O.V.
We had told the others the good and bad news about Yugi, and they had all gone home. Ryou had left but I had stayed. I just couldn't leave my poor, tiny, Pharaoh alone at the hospital! He had his Grandpa, but I was still a bit edgy because of what he had done to Yami that afternoon. I didn't think he would hurt him, but I just felt very suspicious and couldn't take any chances. Anyway at least it meant that if Yami had a dream, I would be near him.
It was just striking mid-night as I straightened up from the vending machine with a can of coke in my hand. I turned around and then gasped as I was slammed against it. The shadowy, figure towered over me evil intent written on their face and a dagger clenched in their hand. They poised themselves ready to stab……
End Chapter
Me: the question I want your answers for this time is… (Drum roll) Who is the shadowy figure about to stab Bakura?
Joey: Dis suspense is driving me nuts!
Seto: Well why don't you break the tension by telling us some rubbish chicken joke?
Joey: Rubbish Chicken Joke?!?!
Seto: Alright! Sorry! Sorry!
Joey: Honestly Seto I can't believe you think I would ever fall for anything that cheap! Cheap, cheap, cheap……
Seto: HA HA HA!!
Me: R&R people!