You have no idea on how much I have tried to make this chapter run smoothly, but I guess that came with me trying to shove everything into it in one chapter, SO, I'm making it a 1 to 2 part, maybe.
Warnings: Rating M, swearing, CHILD ABUSE! Mild sexual abuse! If this type of thing offends you then DO NOT READ! This is a fictional story ONLY and nothing more. This rating will be staying the same nothing will change, so please take note, as I'm very serious. (note) my frown and stern look, flames will be used to toast my marshmallows.
Chap 20: Part 1: The Way Things Were
England
"Are you listening?" Bakura's hearing and other senses snapped to the man in front of him, his father with very short dark hair and square large build, was an x-army general in his so called glory days and before he married. His father who provided such an extravagant life for the said wife and their now two children, though his father had a cold exterior and never made a move to hug his sons, or make any proud comments towards them and preferred to be called, Sir. Ryou who was learning to talk and a mother that thought he was to young for any kind of education and indulged on the baby of the family at her whim and Ryou was having trouble saying just that Sir word, where it should have been Dad or father, hell anything would have been sufficient, but the man would get angry and reprimand the child for his misspoken words.
Ryou still craved the man's attention and love like any child his age would expect from his parents, but life was more about money and social status, than making the ones that really mattered happy.
Social Status: In his short fifteen years, Bakura attended more dinners or balls that would make anyone's head spin. The long gowns as well as black and white suits, with more jewelry of gold and diamonds to make even Fort Knox jealous. Limo's taking up most of the yard and street, neighbors were invited so no complaints there. Bakura would watch his mother and father in the throws of social action of being the gracious hosts of the evening and entertained their guests well, everyone always left half drunk off their feet, stomachs full of food that their belts and buttons threatened to pop.
Where was Ryou? He was tucked away in bed with the live in Nanny watching over him, lucky little Runt, Bakura always thought as he sat bored out of his mind to all hours of the night listening to the grownups talk, laugh, tell jokes that made him shake his head that had others laugh and stories that would put anyone to sleep, Bakura always thought that if you were drunk enough then anything was entertaining.
His father, Steven Winhall always dressed on such occasions in his old army uniform and chest full of medals and ranking badges. He seemed he couldn't put away the army toys and move on with his life, but it was all for show for his friends that served along side him and just who was still in charge. Father's army buddies would snigger and still applaud and congratulate him on a catch well found, despite the children they had, his wife was still a beauty.
Steven was wealthy enough to live like this for ten life times; he liked money and power and hung with those that could provide such things, always among the party people was the Mayor Jack Winter, who was always accompanied with the biggest real-estate company owner Roy McCrypt and his partner Marcus Black or one would call him Jack's bodyguard, they were the ones that were powerful enough to make anything happen in this town with just a phone-call or a letter or make problems disappear, people his father liked the most.
A few of his father's army friends had pointed out on Bakura's looks and had made comments about his gender and what a pity it had been that he wasn't a girl, Jack and Roy agreed, but Marcus and a few of the others didn't mind the fact that he was a boy and ogled him when no one was looking or would notice. Now, on a rare occasion and plainly Bakura's bad luck, had a few times been cornered by so called friends of his father at such parties at home and advances had been made with little groping and comments that left Bakura's blood boiling. A maid or guest had saved Bakura on such times and he was able to make his escapes and back into the crowd of people where it was remotely safe and stayed by his mother's side for the remainder of the night.
"Yes, Sir." Bakura let his eyes fall to stare at the papers on the desk, one would say Bakura being the age he was and how much money his parents had that Bakura was on easy street, with the best private schooling in England from the time he could talk or even walk… not so.
Bakura's mother, Sakie Winhall was a loving woman and loved her children and husband very much, always kind and pleasant that always had heads turned and eyes on her whenever she walked into a room, and one smile from her and she could light up the room and have everyone smiling along with her. The woman with long blonde hair and green eyes and pale skin like her sons, she was the envy of every woman, so the walls in the ballroom had told Bakura just this… Sakie was a little dense when it came to truly seeing what was going on in the house and under her nose.
Sakie was happy as long as the money kept coming and the parties came every other day and she could show off her glamorous home and her happy family and she could buy just about anything she wanted, like their newly acquired private Island off the coast of Rio, bought on his mother's whim as it was something she didn't own and it was going cheep and so to please her, it was bought. She was happy as long as there were smiles on her family's faces, no doubt about it, they were that happy family everyone was envious about and wanted to be apart of, yes money, friends, parties.
"I get called at work because you are fighting, again!" His father scolded angrily at him but his voice was level. "And not to mention all your other classes have dropped dramatically in the last few months." He threw the reports down on the desk that separated them. Papers that his school had sent home and the phone calls to which fueled his father's anger, even though the man was scolding on the outside, Bakura knew he was raging on the inside. "Well, do you have anything to say?"
Oh yeah, Bakura had a lot to say, on how perverted his father had become towards him as well as his friends, that always had Bakura running and hiding in his own home when they came over. Bakura wanted to tell his mother and anyone that would listen… but truly, it was humiliating enough to think of it let alone speak of it. Bakura said nothing like always and pushed it all to the back of his mind where it would have one hell of a time coming back. "I blame this on you spending to much time with your so called, friends!" His father sighed glancing him over as if Bakura had been something he stepped in. "I'm concerned that you only hung with boys." Was his father trying to say that he was gay? Well this was new, even for Bakura who was being accused of such a thing. "I may have to call a psychologist for you and fix this little problem before it gets out of hand." Was there even a cure for such a thing as being gay? Well if there wasn't then his father would get right on it and find one. Oh yeah his father could cure the world and have it running the right way or what his father thought was his way.
"What? There is nothing wrong with me!" Bakura shot back. "My friends have nothing to do with it! And that's all they are, friends! I'm not gay." Bakura snapped now angry, but was everything that was happening his fault? His father didn't see Bakura's friends the same way his father saw his own friends, just because Bakura hung with guys all day didn't make him gay. He then realized his mistake on his outburst and shut his mouth and cursed himself for his stupidity.
"Are you telling me that you are to blame for this?" Bakura bit his lip and looked away. "So the words I'm think are that you're a delinquent?" His father frowned; mind games and words of a caring father were just to cover over the truth to what was really wrong here. "Do you know how much of an embracement it is to me having to come home to this? To you?! To find out that my son has no self control and gets into petty fights at school! A school I pay a good damn amount of money on, for your education!" Ah yes, did Bakura mention the 'you embrace me,' speeches his father was notorious for, just breathing air the wrong way was enough to get him started on lecturing him for hours on end that someone might have seen him breath the wrong way.
Though, through it all his father had never raised a hand to him never hit him in any way, he believed that people could be controlled through words and not violence, his father was a pacifist, strange for someone that had been in the army for years. "Maybe we should look into getting you into an all boy's boarding school, a Christian boarding school that should help fix that curious interest you have."
Oh the words that drove fear into the heart of Bakura, not because he didn't want to go, on the contrary, he would have chewed off his left and right arm himself to go to such a place. "You can't! You wouldn't?!" Bakura clutched his hands into fists at his side; his freedom from this prison with no bars was just handed to him, another way of torment. His father knew the truth why he was failing at school, the falling asleep in class and the fights everyday, but neither of them was going to say it; one too afraid to and the other didn't want his reputation or family ruined because of it, and he would be ruined.
A smirk that made Bakura's blood run cold fell upon his father's face. "I thought you of all would be running from this house given the chance, you have been recently saying that you have wanted to leave home, here's your opportunity." He placed down the forms that would have Bakura packing in a heartbeat and running for the door and never to look back again.
"I won't run away, Sir." Bakura glared at him knowing what would happen if he was forced or willingly left the house, it was always there in the back of his mind like an incurable sickness and it wasn't as though he could move elsewhere and live on his own, being fifteen on one would even give him place no matter how much money he gave them.
"I'll give you one month to pull your grades back up and get yourself right again and maybe I'll forget the boarding school, for now." Bakura wanted to cry, scream or even break something; he wanted to go to that boarding school, he wanted to leave.
As much as Bakura hated to say it, he did anyway. "Thank you, Sir." Bakura turned and fled the room without being dismissed and away from the freedom that was practically handed to him.
Later that night Bakura sat in living room watching t.v with Ryou curled up at his side and fast asleep. The Runt had managed to get away from his Nanny from hell after his bath and had went in search of Bakura, finding his older brother sitting in the dark room, until Ryou turned on the t,v and sat with him. "Ryou?!" Eleanor scowled as she walked by the door, her light brown hair a mess, her clothes still damp from Ryou's bath.
Bakura watched her; he wasn't going to give up Ryou's hiding place and pulled the blanket over him so she couldn't see him. "Bakura?" She walked into the room her hands on her hips. "Have you seen Ryou?"
"Lost him again." Bakura stated casually, glancing up at her as he flicked the channels on the t.v, he picked this side of the house because he knew that his parents didn't come here unless there was a party and no one bothered him here.
"Oh, he's fast on his feet I'll give him that." She sighed glancing about the room. "It's time for me to put him to bed, which he is later for by four hours."
"Sorry, can't help you." Bakura placed his chin into his palm of his hand and went back to watching t.v, Eleanor sighed as the clock softly chimed eleven, and she turned on her heels and left the room mumbling under her breath about how late it was at night for the child to be up.
Bakura smirked; Eleanor was the tenth Nanny to look after Ryou in his short four years of life, the Runt would hide from them for hours on end and would fall asleep in his hiding places, Ryou would purposely get himself lost on his outings with his Nanny. One time Ryou climbed the massive twenty-foot Christmas tree in the mall and made himself a nice little spot near the top and watched as his current Nanny had a heart-attack… They only managed to get Ryou down was when the boy had fallen out of the Christmas tree and fell through the large ribbons that slowed his fall and landed on the soft roof of the photo set and fell right onto Santa's lap causing the other children to scream and run, Ryou thankfully was unharmed but gained a big interest with the holiday character.
Ryou was all out sobbing when their father lectured his youngest son for two hours in his office on how the child should behave when in public, not once had he asked if Ryou was okay, if he had hurt himself. Bakura listened in, from outside the office and was pissed that he could do nothing about it, but let his brother stand there and take their father's stern and harsh words.
Bakura pulled the blanket off Ryou's head knowing they shouldn't be bothered again tonight, as the west wing was more so for guest and the help.
It was somewhere at the end of the movie when his mother walked into the room. "Bakura, I have been looking all over for you." His mother said walking into the living room.
"Why? I was right here." He glanced up at her.
"Eleanor said you were in here." She sighed exasperated as she walked over and picked her sound sleeping child up into her arms, Bakura barely moved. "It is one thing that you stay up to all hours of the night, but to drag Ryou into such bad behave will not be tolerated." She placed Ryou against her shoulder and glanced at the t.v then turned back to Bakura. "Turn it off and go to bed." She said turning for the door and saying over her shoulder. "You don't want another lecture from your father about your late nights, again." She reached out with one hand and flicked out the lights.
Bakura had been working up his nerves to get up and walk to his bedroom, he had hoped to secretly move to this part of the house and hoped that no one would notice or find him. He sat up straight; he had to tell someone and who better to know of such things then his own mother. "At night dad he comes and…" The impatient tired look on his mother's face told him it wasn't the time and she wouldn't believe him away or it would break her heart or she would be disgusted with him, it was hard to tell with her.
"What does he do?" She asked turning to face him, Bakura shook his head and stood up, so much for hiding out here for the night.
"When dad comes home he forgets to lock the garage, the butler has spoken of it."
"That's what we pay them for, is to do such things for us. Now go to bed you have been looking so horrid lately, you need more sleep." She followed Bakura out of the living room and back into the main part of the house.
Bakura lay under his covers in his bedroom and stared at the clock that read three in the morning, he had been laying there watching each bright little number change all night, waiting if tonight would be the night as he always came after they argued or whenever he felt like it… and the creaking of his bedroom door told him it was. Bakura's heart sped up as his breath labored with his fear, god this was happening more and more, before it used to be once a month and Bakura had thought his father had been drunk from the party as all acknowledgement from his father the next day wasn't there at all and it left Bakura confused and thinking, he may have dreamt it up? But then it happened again and became something that happened weekly and now every other night.
The bed moved as a heavy weight lay on him a hand found it's away under his shirt and instantly making its way down his body and fingers pressed against his lips. "Not a sound." The words whispered into his ear by his father, were always warnings, Bakura was too frozen in his fear to move or call out… this was why he couldn't leave, for if he did his father would surely go after Ryou.
Bakura always questioned himself if he was morally doing the right thing?
Bakura lay there staring tearfully at his ceiling not one movement, not one sound did he make, it was mostly touching and lips against his skin, until his father had had enough and retreated back to his own room. Bakura hadn't felt when his father had left or hear the soft snap of his door closing, leaving him still staring at his ceiling as he still trembled long afterwards, not one tear fell. He rolled over onto his side to stare at the clock and soon the sun was up and movement in the house told him that another day in his prison had started anew and another sleepless night.
He dragged himself out of bed and took along shower to get clean… funny enough he had never cried over such doings. Bakura always liked to think that he was strong minded and that what was going on would soon stop and that he could take it, but deep in the back of his mind, in the far corner that no one ever heard or listened too and beyond the reach of subconscious, was telling him that he was only getting off lightly and soon his father would take what Bakura wasn't ready to give at his age, and would and may every well break him completely… shoving those thoughts back to wherever the depths of his mind they had come from and hoped that they would never surface again, he dressed himself and left the bathroom.
Soon he was in the kitchen to hear Ryou fussed over Eleanor trying to give him his breakfast, the boy squealed and shook his head refusing to eat any of it. "Here." Bakura picked up the spoon of Oats and honey from the nanny. "Open up, Runt." Bakura smirked as Ryou opened his teary wide eyes, seeing who it was he opened up and took the mouthful of food and chewed happily.
"How do you do it?" Eleanor asked him with a shake of her head, Ryou did nothing his mother or nanny asked of him and Ryou always fussed and cried and fought them every step of the way.
"I'm his god, aren't I Runt?" Bakura ruffled his brother's hair and smirked at hearing him giggle and trying to catch Bakura's hand.
"He has a name Bakura and I wish you would use it." His mother said as she entered the kitchen in her dressing gown that dragged on the floor because of its length, her hair was done as well as her make-up and sat down at the table. The maids moved about placing her breakfast in front of her. "And honestly telling your brother that you're his god is inappropriate." She lightly scowled him.
"I do use his name and I am his god." Bakura said sitting down at the table next to Ryou, who was eating by himself now happily and leaving his nanny time to eat herself. Ryou took up an interest in trying to pull his older brother's hair, Bakura easily avoid his little and already sticky hands and gave the four year old another mouthful of oats as he downed his own juice and a toast, Ryou was so easy to keep happy, why couldn't his mother and nanny do it right?
His mother gave one of those sighs that said she couldn't be bothered in a conversation like this one with her son and looked up at him and frowned. "Honey, are you okay?" Sakie asked worriedly at seeing the bags under her son's eyes and his shabby appearance and the lack of ironed, clean clothes. Her son had enough clothes and school uniforms to never wear the something thing twice, she never did, so why was her son? Her son looked like one of those starving third world children, she realized with horror and too think that her son was going out in public dressed like, THAT?!
"To much t.v, video games, music and late nights with his friends." His father said sitting down at the table across from him and snapped open the newspaper. "I'm thinking of cutting back on what time you go to bed, Bakura."
Bakura was up on his feet and bit his tongue as he gave his father a scolding glare that was lost to the man behind the newspaper. "Bakura, honey, change and shower before you leave the house, you look positively ghastly." She giggled a little as if it was some kind of joke her son was playing on her.
"I'm going to school." He turned and left the room, he couldn't care less what he looked like and Ryou was the most safest during the day with his nanny and their outings.
"Bakura please change!" He heard his mother call out to him and Ryou started crying, loudly.
School days were spent with Bakura's head in his arms on his desk while his Teacher went on about something in the books or on the board or about homework and even projects, he wasn't sure and wasn't paying attention.
Bakura's years of school before all these late night visits from his father had started. Bakura was and had always been able to pull in top marks at the best of times without really trying. Bakura when he turned fourteen was coming in the top three of the high school and out did most seniors at the end of the year, and he was on an honor roll and listed in for the best University's England had to offer, all wanting him to attended after his final year at high school, even though he had years ahead of him first… now he could care less.
He was now an average student, no more University's letters, no more honor roll, most of his friends now avoided him, due to them touching him with nothing shot of being friends and Bakura had taken it the wrong way and hit them for it before storming away. Bakura had always been popular because he was that kind of person with the right personality and made friends so easily, now he glared at anyone that got to close, hit those that bumped or touched him by accident or not.
Bakura didn't prefer to be alone he was never a loner and would prefer to be around his friends, he wanted his friends, and he wanted someone to understand what was going on, someone to tell him what was happing wasn't right, or was it right. Bakura found it best to be on his own and everyone avoided him like the plague, most of everyone was baffled to what happened to Bakura to have his personality change so drastically in a short few months. "Winhall!" His name was called out sharply in the classroom, he snapped his head up and looked about for who interrupted his much needed sleep, since school was the only time that he managed to get any, he sighed thinking what had he done wrong now?
Seeing the teacher at the door looking at him and every eye in the room followed every one of his movements, Bakura ignored them and got to his feet, gathered up his things and left the room and followed the Teacher down the halls and to the office, a path that he could follow in his sleep.
"Go right in." The woman behind the reception desk said as the Teacher left, Bakura shot her a look as he opened the door to the principle's office. Bakura rolled his eyes, he had done nothing wrong today it was only, what? Ten in the morning, he had been in class under the watchful eyes of the Teachers all morning, was it because he was asleep in class again? Heaving a sigh, they threatened to send him to the school's shrink if he was caught doing it again, this was something he had done often and passed the time glaring out a window and ignoring the person, as they always put down that he was just another troubled rich boy student with too much time and money on his hands, more after school activities would straighten him out and getting him flying right again… it was so nice of everyone to place labels on him. Well he might as well face whatever they wanted to punish him for.
He opened the door and stepped into the office. "Ahh, Bakura?" The all too familiar tall woman said greeting him and she lacked her normally happy everything is right with the world smile, was it that bad? Bakura pouted he loved nothing more then wiping that stupid grin from her face, no fun if it wasn't there to being with.
"Bakura?!" His mother was up out of the chair and rushed to him throwing her arms about him and sobbing on him.
Bakura twitched not used to being hugged by members of his family, well besides Ryou but he was still just a baby and Bakura liked him. "Mom?" He turned his eyes to the principle. "What's going on?" He asked worriedly wondering what could have happened.
His mother fell to her knees still clutching onto him and weeping, all that went through his head was if Ryou was okay as nothing he could think of would have brought out this kind of reaction from his mother.
Bakura couldn't get anything out of his mother besides mumbles and chocked sobs, when the limo pulled up to the hospital Bakura's heart had joined his feet in his shoes as his mind spun, on what could have happened, but his thoughts constantly wondered to Ryou and if something had happened to him.
His mother ran into the hospital and Bakura hot on her heels, they entered the waiting area as she flew at the desk to talk to the woman, a very familiar squeal of protest and Bakura turned about wide eyed and rushed over to the nanny and scooped Ryou up in his arms and hugged him, relieved that he was okay. "Kuwa!" Ryou giggled pulling on his brother's hair, oblivious to why his mother was so upset or Bakura for that matter. "Kuwa, Kuwa?" Ryou said looking up at him and bit his lip and chose to lower his voice even more just so his brother could hear and more so he wouldn't get into trouble for miss saying his words. "They took Ers." Ryou pointed to a set of double doors. "He had owwies all over."
Bakura narrowed his eyes, since Ryou couldn't say Sir; Ers was much easier for him to pronounce. So his father was the one the in hospital, no wonder his mother was so worked up, but still what could have happened, his father was flying over seas on a business meeting of some kind and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, much needed sleep Bakura had been looking forward too. "Thanks Runt." Ryou giggled and held out his hands. "Okay, okay." Bakura rolled his eyes and pulled out a small bag of soft lollies that he swiped from the cafeteria at school before class, normally he gave them to Ryou after dinner at night or when their father had pushed the small boy aside and ignored him, leaving Ryou to cry for some attention. Bakura would take Ryou into his room and let him play with whatever he wanted while he ate his lollies, this had become Ryou's favorite time of day were he got to play with the big boy toys and he had bonded with Bakura better then he had with his own parents.
His mother came rushing over and took Ryou from him and practically shoved the child into Eleanor's arms and took away the bag of treats. Ryou was instantly crying and fussed, as Bakura sighed irritable when his mother pulled him along by his arm and down a hallway with Ryou and his nanny in toe. "Your father." Sakie sobbed a little, her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. "Was in an accident, he's being operated on, he may lose his arm and who knows what else is wrong with him." She said, Bakura thought how ironic that the limb his father used on him was at risk of been taken… that was very little comfort the man still had another arm.
Hours later and his mother held him while they both stood at the end of the bed that now held a comatose Steven Winhall, one hoping for the mans fast recovery, while the other hoped for his…
Days rolled by and turned into weeks and Bakura was dragged to the hospital everyday to see his father in his comatose state with a fifty percent chance that he would wake up. The good points here that came from this was, Bakura thought while standing at the foot of the bed staring at his one armed father. Was that, he was getting sleep at night and one less arm and hand that would violate him at nights when everyone was asleep.
The said limb was taken from the shoulder; his father suffered third degree burns to his torso and a hole in his head from there the doctor had to drill into his skull to relieve pressure… well all things considering his father was doing just fine. "Oh we are going to have to do a few changes around the house." (aka) altering her husband's clothing and maybe find away to hide her husband's new deformities when having parties. His mother sniffled while holding her husband's hand watching over him. Ryou and his nanny out in the hallway, Ryou's cries for Bakura could be heard. "Some of the family is flying in, to be with him and us." No they were coming to see if his father was going to live or die and what would be left for them in the will, since there was plenty to go around.
Great! Bakura rolled his eyes just what he wanted, though the house he lived in was big enough to house half the country of England, with its, five floors and fifty six bedrooms, four libraries, three studies, a dinning hall or ball room, two kitchens and a court yard that sat in between the wings of the house and lets not leave out the seven acres of land that held a small stream and a personal small forest with all the little fluffy animals to go with it and the maids, butlers, gardeners, cooks and drivers that kept everything going, yes the house was fit enough to house royalty…. but it wasn't big enough to escape his father's relatives in Bakura opinion and poor Ryou would be forgotten as always… Bakura made a mental note to spend extra time with him. "Oh I have to see the Doctor upstairs." His mother got up from her chair and lent over carefully and kissed her husband's cheek and left the room.
A good month had passed and Bakura's mind had sometimes slipped into insanity mode where he could still feel his father crawling into bed with him and it seemed that from that dark deep corner of his mind seemed to snap at this point and all his feelings that he bottled away had exploded, he had finally reached breaking point.
Bakura stood with his rage and still lack of sleep. "This isn't fair!" Bakura hissed at his father one afternoon in particular at the hospital. "You're in here and I'm still suffering, you bastard!" He kept his voice down but loud enough for his father to hear… that was if he could. "It's never going to end as long as I'm in that house with you and once I'm old enough you'll have me move out and then Ryou will be at your mercy." Bakura walked around the bed. "I can't let you, you should have died." From over the months Bakura finally had the courage to say what he should have said and that it had been there all along, his tears finally fell down his cheeks. "Keep your fucking hands off me and leave me alone!" Bakura pulled all the plugs from the wall and stepped back wide eyed and watching as the oxygen machine stopped as well as the small hissing and thudding sound it made and the beeping of the heart monitor, and his father's chest fell still.
Bakura stood there shaking with tears running down his cheeks and he lost all sense of time, what had he done?
"We are doing all we can for Mr. Winhall." Said a Doctor from down the hall approaching the room. "At this time all we can do is make him as comfortable as we can until he wakes up."
"Thank you Doctor, it is comforting to know." His mother said, their voices had snapped Bakura out of his stupor and he jerked, stumbling backwards, what had he done? He turned to run, his foot got caught on the wheel of the bed and he fell hard on the floor, in his panic he scrabbled to his feet and fled the hospital room. "Bakura?!" His mother gasped. "Where are you going?" She called out after him watching her son.
Bakura had reached the end of the hall and heard his mothers pained scream and the doctor calling for help, he fled the hospital.
If Bakura had of known that an even bigger monster then that of his father was making its way into his world or the months to come that would turn his life upside down and shatter it. Bakura would have left his old man in that coma with a chance to wake up. Ryou clung to his hand at his side; in the few days leading up to his father's funeral, Ryou had been a permanent shadow and followed Bakura everywhere he went, the poor boy was just lost in the sea of relatives and his nanny took time off to the child's relief, which gave Ryou that time to be Bakura's shadow. The house was full of people that Bakura didn't even know and they claimed to be family on either his father or mother's side.
Bakura watched the news and read the papers and eavesdropped where he could when his mother was talking to the police or the detectives. He was a little happy that they had pointed the murder of his father at a few of his father's enemies that he had made by crushing them in business deals and they were looking for revenge on his family and the man himself, it wasn't a case-closed but the killers they feared would never be found, that had been very little comfort to Sakie. Bakura was also a little upset that they hadn't found him guilty for killing his father.
It was another fine day for autumn of gray clouds and chilly winds as the priest spoke up kind words, which made his mother cry more and be comforted by her husband's friends and family members. "Where's Ers gone, Kuwa?" Ryou looked up at him, noticing that he hadn't seen his father in awhile and why they were all standing outside in the cold looking at a box and a hole in the ground. "What's in there?" Ryou having no understanding on what was going on asked quests to which everyone ignored and pushed him aside. "Why's mommy crying?" Ryou hissed tugging again on Bakura's arm demanding to know or get his attention. "Kuwa, Kuwa?!"
"He's gone." Bakura whispered glancing down at him, then taking off his black jacket and placing it over Ryou's shoulders to keep his brother a little warmer.
"Will we get a new Ers?" Ryou asked tugging on Bakura's hand. "Ones that I can call Daddy this time?"
"We don't need a father." Bakura glanced down at him; Ryou's brows furrowed in a deep frowned as he stared at his older sibling, then he slowly nodded his head, the vacant expression of not really understanding but agreeing with Bakura anyway.
Bakura watched the guests from the stairs, he had put Ryou to bed for his afternoon nap and moved his brother into his room to keep a better eye on him, since their mother drugged herself up so much at night to help her sleep that she didn't hear the baby monitor right next to her bed, but Bakura could hear the cries from all the way down the hallway, Bakura found out the hard way when he tried to wake her and failed and no one else in the house did anything but complain that the child had kept them up.
Once again Bakura was suffering from his own nightmares left behind by his father and comforting Ryou by making him something warm to drink and holding him until he felt ready to go back to sleep. Bakura for one thought that Ryou understood more about what was going on then he was letting on, but after all Ryou was only four years old…
"Sorry to hear about your old man." Jack lent on the railing looking down at the teen. "He was a good man."
Bakura by now wanted to hit everyone that said such things about his father. "Then obviously you didn't know him that well." Bakura got up and passed him, Jack grabbed onto his arm painfully tight and pulled him close.
"Watch your mouth boy, he was great man and you should think more of him." Bakura didn't know where it had come from, he threw back his fist and hit Jack square in the jaw and sent him on his ass.
"Bakura?!" His mother cried out at seeing her friend on the floor hold his face, he smirked up at the boy, the room feel silent as everyone in the house had gathered about to see what had happened and all eyes turned onto Bakura.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Bakura spat out and turned on his heels and ran upstairs.
"Jack I'm so sorry." Sakie helped him to his feet. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately."
"It's fine." Jack said. "I understand the boy just lost his father, it's hard on you all." He glanced up the stairs in the direction Bakura had run off in and that grin tugged at his lips once again. "Give him time and if there is anything I can do for you let me know." Jack said holding her hand like he had many times at the parties and his way of greeting and saying goodbye.
"Thank you, but I should be fine." She plastered on a grin for show as Roy and Marcus bid her a farewell.
TBC
I think there will be one more chapter to his little part and I'm hoping that none of you got lost in what was going on… anyway updates should be going back to normal now so Review. (love and cookies)