IkutosGirl: I think this chapter will be depressing…

Bakura: What do you mean you think?

Ryou: Yeah, you're the authoress!

IkutosGirl: Well I…I just go with the flow…hehe…

Bakura: Wait so you don't even know how your own story will end?

IkutosGirl: I do to! It's just in my head…

Ryou: I suggest you write it down then.

Ryou's POV

I stared at Bakura in shock. He looked despairingly at me; he looked crushed.

"Bakura…" I began, but I was at a loss for words.

I tried again yet still nothing came out of my mouth. Bakura fell to the floor, letting his knees crack on the ground. He looked down; hiding his face.

I decided to attempt to comfort him again. "Bakura look-"

"Don't even try it Ryou." Bakura told me with a cold voice, not even looking up.

"Bakura! You-"

"I said don't even try it!" Bakura yelled at me, this time lifting his head.

His eyes were dangerous. I was terrified. They were…these eyes…the ones that had locked me away for days on end; all alone. I wanted to yelp in fright.

I was even cringing.

Bakura saw me shivering, no shaking, from horror. He had a sad look on his face, but even it was twisted. Bakura looked different now…

But that didn't matter! Bakura was Bakura, and nothing could change that. So he had murde- protected me from- my other half. That wasn't that bad; he's done much worse before.

Bakura stood up and started walking towards me. My resolve shook, but it held. I gulped and tightened my fists as hard as I could, which wasn't very hard because of blood loss. Bakura lifted his hand and moved it towards my face.

I was scared.

"Please don't hit me!" I yelled quickly with one breath.

Bakura stopped short of wiping the hair out of my eyes. I had thought he was going to…why had I even though that? Bakura's hand retreated and he was holding it with his other one.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry…I…" I tried to explain to Bakura.

Bakura looked hurt, but his face was emotionless and frozen.

"You thought I was going to hit you? I knew it." Bakura's face was contorted with anger and sadness.

"You knew what?" I asked quietly.

"You think I'm a monster too. You think that I'm going to act like I did before; that I'm going to start hurting you again." It was impossible to tell how Bakura felt now.

"No I don't! Really, I don't think that! You were just protecting me-!"

"You mean recklessly murdering someone who looked so much like you? You know, even when I saw the fear in his eyes, your eyes, it didn't bother me? I still plunged the knife through his back." Bakura looked at me with a glare.

The way Bakura had said the words was disturbing…he had implied that he wouldn't have hesitated if it was me he was killing…Still; I had to believe in him!

I wanted to comfort him. If only I could hug him right now, and show him I care. But I couldn't even move now, the blood loss was affecting me. What could I do?

When he was there, looking so despaired and broken…I was useless.

My eyesight was dimming again and I knew I would be fainting any moment now. With my fingers already numbing and my head reeling I managed to say a few last words to Bakura.

"I still love you."

Bakura's POV

He loved me?

I felt weird now. My insides felt like they were twisting and I felt nervous. Why did those words affect me so much? Why did they even matter?

It felt nice. Having someone say they love me; having someone say they still wanted me. It made me feel…happy. These feelings were euphoric!

But Ryou was too kind for his own good. I was a danger to him now. I couldn't go back now- no; I never left. People can't change who they are; who they are meant to be. From the moment I was born I was destined to be left alone.

I wanted to cry now. Everything had fallen apart so quickly. I wanted to try to help Ryou, but I ended up getting blood on my hands. In a way it was his entire fault…

No it wasn't!

The nice feelings that had been within me were dissipating and I was left with anger again. I knew I had no reason to be angry at anything or anyone, especially Ryou. Still, I was filled with hate and I decided the only hate I was allowed to feel was hatred for myself and no one else.

It was then that I noticed Ryou was still bleeding slightly from his head. It wasn't much but the very last thing I wanted right now was Ryou to die.

Because he loved me? No, because I'd already murdered one person today and didn't want to make it two.

Even when I thought the words I knew they were an excuse. Still, I scanned the room for the Millennium Key and found it strewn not too far from Ryou. I picked it up and walked back over to Ryou. I held him with one arm as gingerly as I could manage and willed the Key to work.

It began to glow and I breathed a sigh of relief when light flooded every inch of the hallway. When it disappeared we were back on the streets, sitting under one lit lamp. It wasn't where we had left from, but it was close enough.

I had to do this; there was no backing out now.

I laid Ryou on the floor and placed the Millennium Key in his right hand. I took a long deep breath.

"Pharaoh!" I yelled.

Yam - the Pharaoh - would be here any moment so I had to hurry. I began to walk away from Ryou, but turned back around quickly.

I really wanted to cry now, but that would only end up filling me with more hatred for nothing. This was the best option for both the both of us. I leaned down next to Ryou and kissed his forehead.

"My hikari…thank you…for everything." I straightened my back and turned back around.

This time I couldn't walk away from Ryou, so I ran. I ran as fast as I could; the more distance between me and Ryou the safer he would be.

If there was one thing left for me to live for, I didn't want to destroy it.

IkutosGirl: Bakura did you just-?

Bakura: …

IkutosGirl: It's okay Bakura you made the right choice.

Bakura: Then why does it hurt so much?

IkutosGirl: I don't know; I spilled milk on the rest of the script.

Bakura: T_T