We are still in the chapters of Bakura's flash back and just letting you know that when it comes to Ryou talking read it as it is, I haven't misspelled anything, as Ryou is only four so his words/speech is still developing, though I can't say much else for the other small mistakes that get by me, I do try so that's a the main thing, enjoy.
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. I own nothing including the SpongeBob SquarePants….
Chap 21: Part 2: Makings of a Killer
England
Bakura heaved the large fish from the ice crate and placed it into a shipping crate that would be taken to the fish market in the city or the supermarket and restaurants. "Bakura!" Someone called out from on board the ship. "When your done, hose out the ice holders for the next run, will ya?!"
"Yeah!" Bakura called back knowing just what he wanted, it was the holding ice bay for the caught fish to be stored on the ships until they returned to port to be unloaded.
"Hey Bakura!" The said teen glanced up at his work partner and boss, with his wild brown hair and brown eyes was just twenty and worked for some underground big boss that ran everything illegal from fights to drugs, Valon was dressed in blue overalls like Bakura and yellow gloves and black boots.
"You're late, Valon." Bakura mumbled as he tossed a fish into the crate then packed ice over it, it wasn't the job of his dreams, but it helped his mother out and Ryou with a little extra cash instead of wasting his time at school.
"I know, my boss wanted to see me." He shrugged. "He wanted to talk about you." Bakura froze glancing up at him, all Bakura had wanted was a job and he got one when he met Valon one night on his way home from school after moving here a month ago. They got to know each other fast and were okay friends if you could take Valon's sense of humor, but over all his intentions were okay. "He just wanted to know how you're going in your new job?"
"Fine." Bakura said as he started to make his way to the ship to hose out the holding bays, Valon followed in a more leisurely way.
"No dramas with anyone?" Valon asked.
"No." Bakura said. "Just tell him thank you for the job, I really needed it." Bakura walked across the small bridge onto the ship. He worked all day, unloading the fish and packing them for shipment into the city, a smelly job, but it paid okay and no one bothered him about his age or asked questions as most that were working here weren't legally recognized by the government.
"No worries." Valon smirked as he ducked in front of Bakura and forced him to stop. "He told me to tell you if there is anything else you need not to hesitate to call me and we'll help you out, no matter what it is." Bakura narrowed his eyes at him; the urge to hit him because of their closeness was making him highly irritable and nervous. "He can make anything disappear." Valon winked at him. "If you get my drift."
"I'll keep that in mind." Bakura roughly shoved passed him and headed down into the bow of the ship. "Come on, we have another seven hours left."
"Easy on the goods precious." Valon pretended to brush the dirt off his stained overalls, ignoring the hours comment Bakura had made. "These threads are a real chick magnet." He followed Bakura.
"Yeah, if your chicks like the smell of gutted fish." Bakura grabbed the hose from the wall and attached it to what looked like a metal hole in the wall of the ship and flipped the switch to hear a loud rumble of pumps from outside.
"Mix it with a little cologne and they are all over me." Valon laughed and was drowned out by the sound of the high-pressure hose Bakura now controlled.
The sun was setting and Bakura sighed as he stopped outside his new home that loomed over him, casting its cold dark shadow over him and stood thirty-seven stories high of a building that was tidy and livable. He glared at it almost hatefully as he wiped at his nose that had been bleeding and stained his shirt and a split lip a long with a black eye and bruised ribs.
He headed inside the building, Bakura had to travel by train for forty-five minutes each morning and pass a really bad area of the city to get to and from work everyday. Today had been a really bad day as three men, who had stolen his pay, his shoes, watch and jacket, had mugged him on his way home.
Bakura sighed as he walked into the lift and lent against the wall as the doors closed. He felt so bad that he didn't have the money now to take Ryou to the new animal park that he had been on about for the past week and a bit, the mugging saw to that and Bakura would have to wait until his next pay to take him as they had taken everything he had. He rode it up to the seventh floor and stepped out to walk along the narrow, but tidy hallway, though the place needed a paint job and the carpet replaced, this had been the best apartment building his mother could afford now.
Bakura walked up to his apartment door and was about to knock when he noticed it was slightly open and hearing the roar of the t.v and winced wondering why it was up so loud? He pushed open the door and walked in.
'If nautical nonsense be something you wish!… SpongeBob SquarePants!… Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!… SpongeBob SquarePants!' Ryou sang out on the other side of the room and was jumping about as Bakura shut the door behind and locked it. 'Ready?… SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants…' Suddenly Ryou spotted him and rushed over to him eyes wide and delighted to see him, but frowned when he saw his brother's face. "Kuwa?" He gasped loudly as Bakura ruffled his hair and walked by him without a word and headed for the small bathroom down the short hallway.
Bakura noticed his mother's bedroom door was closed as he pulled off his shirt while walking into the bathroom and threw his now ruined shirt into the hamper and grabbed a washcloth. "Kuwa, mommy said no fighting and you was fighting 'cause you have owwies."
"I wasn't fighting." Bakura mumbled as he checked his side to find black bruising on his ribs where he had been kicked repeatedly, hearing that stupid cartoon going on in the background and loudly was making his headache worse.
"You was." Ryou pointed at him, his tone said you are so in trouble. "You have owwies and you get owwies from fighting or if you falled over." Bakura rolled his eyes as he pressed the cold washcloth to his lip, then he cleaned his nose free of blood along with his neck and chest, he needed a shower.
"When you get bigger you'll understand." Bakura mumbled as Ryou still held that look that he was in trouble. "Go watch your cartoons and turn it down before you make us both deaf." He gave Ryou a growl; he wasn't in the mood to be bothered now.
"Kuwa my tummy is all grumbley." Ryou patted his stomach while looking down at it; Bakura frowned and turned his head slightly, the washcloth pressed to his lip.
"Did you have lunch?" Ryou shook his head no. "Where's mom?" Bakura asked wondering if she had forgotten about Ryou again, it was happening more and more often now. Bakura not too long ago came home to find Ryou beside himself having been left on his own for most of the day while she had gone out.
Everything had gone down hill after their father's death, within the month they had found out that Steven Winnhall had landed them in debt by way of his company and they now owed more money then they had. The house, the cars, his mothers jewelry, were sold off along with any other property and anything of value were now all gone… so now the three of them lived in this small two bedroom apartment, one small bathroom with only a shower, a kitchenette and a small living space.
Their mother Sakie had been so devastated had turned to drinking more then any one person should consume in one sitting while taking medication to help sleep when she wasn't working down at the diner across town. She slept her days and nights away when she could. "She..." Ryou bit his lip and seemed to squirm a little as if he needed to use the toilet, a tell tail sign that there was something he didn't want to say.
So their life style of parties, dinners and balls were nothing but a dream now as living from day to day was now a constant battle.
"Ryou." Bakura growled low and warningly.
"Kuwa make me something." Ryou asked as he was practically jogging on the spot now.
"Ryou, what's going on?" Bakura narrowed his eyes at his little brother; he was too tired for games now.
"I can't!" Ryou whined at him wrinkling his nose up and shaking his head. "Roy said…" Just the mention of that name and Bakura dropped his washcloth and walked out of the bathroom and banged on his mother's bedroom door a few times. "No, no… you can't go in, Kuwa." Ryou squeaked as it became too much for him too bare, he turned and fled into the living room out of sight in fear of getting into trouble as well.
Bakura pushed open the bedroom door and froze in place as Roy was just pulling up his pants and doing them up as his mother tied her dressing grown about her waist while holding a fist full of cash. "What the hell?!" Bakura yelled at them shocked and furious.
"Bakura." Roy grinned as he picked up his shirt. "Didn't think you would be home so soon." Bakura moved in and punched him one, Roy stumbled and fell to the ground knocking over the nightstand and breaking the lamp that fell to the floor as well.
"I told you before she doesn't need you!" He was about to kick Roy to keep him down until his mother rushed around the bed and grabbed onto him.
"Bakura stop!" She cried while holding her son back.
Bakura shoved and forced her off him and she landed on the bed on her back. "You lower yourself to this scum!" It was on the occasion that Bakura found Roy in the apartment with his mother but never in bed together.
"He can help us." She whispered glancing at Roy then at Bakura.
"How?!" Bakura yelled at her. "By you being his whore? And while Ryou is just outside the room!"
"He has money!" She snapped at Bakura angrily. "And don't talk to me like that!" She snapped at him standing up and stumbling on her feet a little from the effects of mixing alcohol and medication.
"I have the money and you need it." Roy said and Bakura growled as he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and rammed him into the wall behind them.
"Get the fuck out of my apartment!" Bakura seethed at him. "And don't come back or I'll kick your ass."
"Really little boy." Roy moved swiftly and punched Bakura in the stomach and when he had doubled over gasping for air and holding his already injured side, Roy backed handed him sending Bakura to the floor.
"NOOOOOO!" Ryou screamed and came rushing in throwing himself practically over Bakura protecting him, unaware the he had caused Bakura more pain in doing so. "Don't hurt him!" Ryou shook his head crying as he buried his face into Bakura's side.
"Ryou." Bakura gasped for air as he tried to sit up not wanting his little brother to be involved with what was going on.
"I give the orders around here now boy." Roy snapped with authority in his voice. "So watch yourself." He turned on Sakie. "If you want the cash to keep coming, then you do something with him when I come over."
"Yes, he won't be anymore trouble, Roy." She said with a nod of her head while looking down at Bakura who was finally sitting up and Ryou clinging to him.
"Don't forget my offer, two thousand." He kissed her roughly on the lips and turned away pulling his shirt straight. "Cya chump!" Roy said smirking as he made sure to step on Bakura's hand making him cry out as he left the room and the apartment.
"Bakura I'm sorry." Sakie said as she slid to the floor before her huddled sons.
"Don't!" Bakura snapped at her, still unable to move just yet due to the pain he was in.
"Kuwa?" Ryou was shaking so badly and hadn't let go of his older brother yet.
"He can help us, he really can, he pays me more then enough and I don't have to work at that diner anymore." She said reaching out for Ryou to comfort him, he whined with a shake of his head and pulled away out of her reach and snuggled more into Bakura.
"At least it's honest work." Bakura said feeling his side and feeling helpless to stop what was happing to them. "We don't need him, I can do more hours at the docks." Bakura already worked a six am to five pm shifts, but there was also the weekend shifts as well as nights. Valon would help him get the hours he needed.
"It wouldn't be enough." She sighed. "I want my old life back and Roy can help me do it."
"How? With this offer of his?" Bakura managed to get to his feet, Ryou grunted loudly as he tried to help Bakura stand.
"I'm thinking on it." She mumbled, Bakura shook his head disgusted with his own mother.
"I'll get you something to eat, Ryou." Bakura slowly and with a limp walked out of his mother's bedroom, Ryou clung to his hand, Bakura soon was going to find out just what that deal was.
"I'm sorry Bakura." Said the older woman; she was a little heavy and round on all sides, a cigarette between her lips and poorly applied make-up. She sat behind an old worn desk that rocked when she lent on it and a room that had nothing in it but a filing cabinet in the corner. She wasn't really looking at him while she handed out pay slips to all the others workers that were practically lined up out the door and all eager to get home. No one paying them any real attention as it wasn't uncommon for someone to be asking for more money, they all had done it at one point and most still did. "I already gave you an advance about two weeks go."
"I know." Bakura sighed, in the few weeks since Roy's last visit, he had found out that his mother had quit her job, relying on the scraps that Roy was throwing her way, for a woman that loved the high society so much, she sure as hell lowered herself and her standards that it made Bakura sick to even think about it. "Please, I need it, if I can't make this months rent, they'll kick us out." Bakura was about to get on his knees and beg her. "I have a baby brother to look after as well… we can't be kicked out."
"I'm sorry, you haven't paid all of the last one back, yet." She glanced at him and lent forward a little taking his hand in her slightly larger one and slipped something into his hand and said. "Look kid, I know what it's like and I feel for you, I really do… but I can't help you. Get on out of here." She pulled her hand away and went back to what she was doing.
Bakura, confused, walked out of the small office and down the long steps and walked along the pier, glancing back briefly as he opened his hand and found an extra pay slip for a few hundred dollars, knowing that he would have to work a few extra hours to pay it off, he didn't care and was so grateful, grinning like a mad man, he ran off.
A little later Bakura burst through the front door of his apartment building; feeling completely on top of the world, and the reason for that little feeling of joy had been the slip of paper in his hand. "Miss, Gentry!" He called out as he knocked on the door to the Super's office.
A young woman with long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and about his height and to be around mid thirties answered the door. "Bakura?"
"I got the rent for last month we owe." Bakura handed out the slip of pager he was given and his normal wages as well.
"I didn't think you could…"
"Please don't kick us out." Bakura cut her off. "I know it's late and I still have this months to come, but I'm working on it."
"I know, but if I give you leeway then I have to do it for everyone else." She sighed as Bakura looked suddenly down; she kinda knew that he was having some kind of trouble, as he should have been at school instead of leaving every morning to work. "Look, get this month caught up soon and I mean soon, okay."
"Okay, thank you." Bakura said turning around, he was planning on getting Ryou and taking him out for dinner, as Roy would be there and Bakura didn't think he could be around the man without hitting him one.
"Bakura?!" Gentry called out. "I thought it odd, but Ryou was on his own and heading out the back of the building." She said turning to walk back inside.
Bakura came to an abrupt stop. "Oh fuck! You didn't stop him?!" He rushed for the back doors, past the broken down lift, down the small hallway and out the backdoor. "RYOU!" Bakura yelled out as he desperately looked about the over grown yard.
It had been the blue and white that stood out against the green sludge pit that was once a swimming pool back in the glory days when the building was new, but in the setting sun the water looked black. "RYOU!" Bakura's heart just about stopped as all his insides froze up, Ryou was floating face down in the old pool. He didn't think as he ran across the yard and jumped in feet first, the water only rippled, it had been so deep that Bakura came up a few seconds later coughing and his hair a little green. "RYOU!" Bakura made his way over and grabbed his little brother, turning him over and pulling him to the edge, and tossed him out onto the grass, Bakura followed hoisting himself up out of the slime.
Ryou gasped, coughed and burst into tears, sobbing loudly, Bakura trembled so badly from his fright, he pulled Ryou towards him by his shoulders and yelled at him. "What were you doing out here?!" Bakura shook him a little and Ryou's sobs increased and he was hiccupping and shaking. "I told you not to play out here for a damn reason!" His grip tightened as he was still shaking Ryou as if it would ease his still worked up nerves. "You're so stupid, Ryou! You could have drowned!" Ryou just cried wanting comfort from his own scare and it had been frightening.
"S, sorr… sorry." Ryou gasped out, Bakura sighed pulling him into his arms.
"You have to listen to me." Bakura growled out, he was sitting in the grass and couldn't bring himself to move just yet.
"R… Roy pushed me outside." Ryou hiccupped as he clutched onto Bakura. "And shut the door." Ryou coughed again calming down in his crying. "I cried for mommy but she didn't come." Bakura's fright now turned to anger, that bastard had locked Ryou out of the apartment.
Bakura stood up taking Ryou in his arms and carried him back inside the building and back to their apartment. "Oh you found him." Miss Gentry said seeing the two brothers walk by her to the stairs.
"Fill in that pool by tomorrow." Bakura hissed at her. "It's a bloodily deathtrap or I call a building inspector." He warned her not caring right now if she threw them out on the street.
Once inside Bakura found the place empty, which was a good thing other wise he would have killed Roy, but it wouldn't stop him from giving the bastard a good smack down. Ryou shivered as Bakura ran him a warm bath and afterwards got Ryou dressed and now he sat at the table eating his dinner.
Bakura took his warm shower, as the slime seemed to be everywhere on him and was kinda hard to wash off, and it smelt. It didn't matter on how much he tried not to think about it or how much he reassured himself that Ryou was fine. It had been the fact that if he was a few minutes later or had never been told that he was out on his own, then Ryou would still be laying face down in that pool. Bakura slid down to the bottom of the tub and couldn't seem to stop himself from shaking or the tears that came forth and fell down his cheeks with the water. It was short lived as he heard voices outside the bathroom, getting to his feet he turned off the water, dried himself and dressed in clean jeans and t-shirt.
Bakura walked out of the bathroom and instantly spotted Roy and his mother walking towards him, the anger was still there and Bakura made straight for Roy, pushing his mother aside as he rammed Roy into the wall and hit him one on the jaw and as he grunted and fell slightly to the side, Bakura punched him in the stomach and Roy went down, and Bakura repeatedly kicked him. "Ryou could have died!"
"Bakura stop!" His mother was holding him again and Bakura pushed her off as he grabbed Roy and dragged him out of the apartment.
Roy hit the wall on the other side of the hallway; the attack from the kid had come so suddenly and left him with little opportunity to defend himself. "Don't come around here again!" Bakura slammed the door.
Ryou stared wide eyed at Bakura and his mouth wide open, he had never seen his older brother so worked up, he then turned his eyes to his mom, knowing Bakura was going to get it now for sure.
"You!" Bakura snapped at his mother and grabbed her by the wrist and forced her backwards into the small living area, she gasped and tired to move away from her older son but found it useless as Bakura had such a good grip on her. Ryou whipped his head about to watch. "While you were doing him favors." Bakura raged at her. "Ryou was locked out of the apartment and I found him face first in the pool."
"I didn't want him inside… he can hear us." She whispered glancing at the baby of the family.
"He could have died!" Bakura lowered his voice. "Do you understand that?!"
She shook her head in a negative way. "We need the money."
"More then Ryou's life?!" Bakura yelled at her. "He's just a baby! He can't be out on his own!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" She yelled back at him and stood up. "I'm doing this for us! You ungrateful brat!" She snapped at him, Ryou started to cry the first time he had heard or seen his mother angry. "Your father would be turning his in grave if he saw how you're talking to me!"
"Well he's dead…" Before he could say anything else his mother slapped him hard across the face, it had been Ryou that gasped out of shock and not Bakura, who stood there glaring at her.
"Go, just go to your room and stay there!" She yelled.
"Going!" Bakura snapped back and turned leaving the room, Ryou slid from his seat and rushed after his brother.
A few days had past and Roy hadn't been around and his mother hadn't been talking to him at all but gave him glares on her way out the door. Ryou was once again following him about the apartment. Bakura coughed into his hand, he had been sick for about two days when he had jumped in that pool that was now covered over with dirt.
His head hurt, his nose was stuffy and he ached all over now that he had finished work and looked forward to having a hot shower, as he never took one at work. He couldn't, not with so many others about and the smell of fish kept the freaks away from him on the train, but most of all he looked forward to crawling into bed and sleep it all off.
He pushed open the apartment door to find the room dark. "Ryou?!" Bakura called out worried that his mother had left him on his own again; suddenly he was grabbed and shoved to wall as the lights were flicked on.
"Do you think that your pathetic threat would have worked on me, boy?!" Roy snarled, Bakura also noticed that Jack, Marcus and his mother were in the room and Ryou sitting on the couch.
"Don't touch me!" Bakura struggled to get free.
"Bakura." His mother spoke up. "Jack, is willing to take you and Ryou off my hands for a little while."
"What do you mean?" Bakura stopped his moving about, Jack and Marcus had been the ones of the few that always cornered him in his own home to grope at him, but now after all this time Ryou was going to be involved… was she insane?
"They can get you help and they paid me." She said glancing at the three men in her living room. "You have just become such a handful lately Bakura and becoming a bad influence on Ryou. I… I don't know how to handle you anymore."
"Mom." Bakura almost choked out. "You can't do this… whatever I did I'm sorry I won't do it again." He pleaded with her.
"Bakura, you need a father figure and Roy has promised to take care of everything, including getting you help." She raised her hand. "We are getting married, we'll have our old life back."
"What? NO!" Bakura couldn't free himself from them.
"After our little talk, you won't be so mouthy, son." Roy grinned as he and Marcus started to pull Bakura from the apartment, Ryou fused and cried for Bakura as he was picked up and carried out by Jack.
"Take your fucking hands off me!" Bakura yelled as he was pulled out into the hallway, he kicked and struggled to get free, and then hearing Ryou's cries only made him more angry. "Put him down!" Bakura got the words out and he was suddenly backhanded, his hair was yanked on and his head forced up to look at Marcus.
"If you don't settle down." He said leaning in. "I'll be forced to hurt him." Bakura snapped his eyes onto Ryou who cried out suddenly, Bakura hadn't seen what Jack did but he was going to pay for it.
He heard his mother reassure the neighbors that there was nothing wrong as Bakura was dragged along with Ryou from the building and shoved into the back of a limo.
The limo soon pulled up to a stop and Bakura and Ryou were pulled from the car into the heavy rain, Ryou hadn't stopped crying. "Inside." Jack hissed. "I'll take him." He took Ryou from Roy and walked towards a run down building, keys were unnoticeably dropped onto the ground.
"Give him back!" Bakura went to follow and take Ryou back, but he was grabbed and hit on the head, but not hard enough to render Bakura unconscious, he fell to his hand and knees in the mud while holding the right side of his head.
"Get him up." Bakura snatched up the keys and held them tightly in his hand and vaguely felt them moving him into the building, but saw what room Jack took Ryou into.
The rain fell heavier than it ever had that night, Bakura could hear it from where he was, it roared in his ears along with his pounding heart as he gave Marcus and Roy a dark look as they handcuffed his wrist above his head and over a water pipe. "Don't worry." Roy said grinning as he ran a few fingers down Bakura's cheek, neck, chest and his stomach. "I'll be back and we'll have our own little celebration to my up coming wedding and you'll be in for one hell of a sex education."
"You're delusional, Roy." Bakura shook with so much anger that he felt that he would explode, and he held in his gasp as Roy's hand moved far to low for Bakura's liking. "Because when I get free, you're all dead." Both Marcus and Roy laughed at him.
"Your mother is too money hungry and dimwitted to see or know what was going on tonight." Roy removed his hand from between Bakura's thighs. "It must just eat you up inside that she, your own mother, betrayed you." Roy pulled away and the two walked out.
Bakura got to work on moving the keys about and started to pick the lock, he spotted a gun on the other side of the room on a small stand that Marcus had carelessly left behind… all brawn and no brain.
His hand soon coming free of the cuff, he quickly freed his other hand and swiftly got up dashing across the room picking up the gun, checking the chamber to find it full. For the first time he thanked the gun club his father belonged too. Bakura then ran from the room.
Gun in hand; he entered the main room to find Marcus and Roy making drinks at a small bar, Two? Bakura's mind swam making him dizzy almost, there was three. Bakura raised the gun taking aim, they hadn't seen him yet as the two laughed. 'Bastards.' His hand shook as he griped the gun with his other hand holding it out in front of himself, he had watched the men shoot their guns, but never had done it himself. 'Just don't miss.' He squeezed the trigger and the gun went off, he almost lost his balance by the kickback, he fell against the wall. Marcus fell to the ground twitching.
"What the hell?!" Roy turned around, the glass from his hand falling, Bakura lifted the gun not as high this time pulled the trigger again, taking out Roy's right knee cap. The man in his late forties thin as a skeleton and as greasy as a rat, now sat huddled in the corner by the small bar.
Bakura cautiously approached him, he shook so bad that the gun trembled in his hands and his knees were about to give out… but he wouldn't go back to being touched when everyone was asleep and most importantly he wasn't going to let Ryou share the same humiliation as he did.
Roy held up his bloody hands and bleeding from his knee that now pooled at Bakura's feet. "Roy McCrypt." He growled out and couldn't help but glance down at Marcus, he was dead Bakura knew that from the blood pooling about the back of the man's head and the bloody empty right eye socket.
Bakura pressed the barrel of a gun to Roy's forehead; it still trembled in his tight grip his hand was so white that he would have difficulties letting go, the barrel burnt the skin on Roy's head. "You fucking prat!" Roy let out a pathetic sob and dribbled from his mouth and nose as he started to cry.
"Where is he?" Bakura asked and all he got was incoherent mumbling and sobs. "I won't ask again, Roy!" He yelled as he pressed the gun harder to the man's head. Roy whimpered closing his eyes for a brief second.
"I own you!" Roy snapped looking up and giggled a little. "There is no way out, you're fucking dead already you just don't know it, go to hell." Roy spat, it landed on Bakura's cheek, who didn't wipe it away still holding the gun in place.
"Then I'll see you there." The gun went off and Bakura stood there for a second as Roy fell against the small bar and sat there.
Bakura turned and left the room, he walked down the rubbish littered hallways, where rodents scurried about for a quick feed at his feet, the revolver held tightly so much that he couldn't feel his hand anymore.
Bakura stopped at the door that he was after; he had remembered it from before as they dragged him by it and Jack had walked in with Ryou. "I want Kuwa!" Ryou squealed.
"But we are going to play a fun game." Jack had said, Bakura kicked open the old worn door and stepped into the room to find Jack the Mayor trying to pin Ryou down, the man was already half undressed as Ryou struggled to get out from under him. "Bakura, we were…" Bakura lost it and the regard for Ryou's safety as he pulled the trigger over and over again until it empted and was still pulling it long after the man had fallen. Ryou wriggled away, the man had only managed to remove his jacket and shoes, not fully understanding on what had almost taken place. "Kuwa!" Ryou cried as he rushed up to his brother and hugged him about the legs, his ears rang and he was cold.
Bakura fell to his knees the gun clunked heavily on the wooden floor beside him; Ryou threw his arms about his neck and hugged him. "I wanna go home." Ryou mumbled.
Bakura hadn't been sure on how long he had sat there for, before he got up to his feet and picked Ryou up in his arms.
There was only one place Bakura could think of going so late at night, he held Ryou close to him as he ran through the streets and kept to the shadows as police now swarmed the area where he had killed the three men and now they were everywhere, looking for him… looking for a murderer.
Bakura moved up the steps to a house and shifted Ryou about in his arms and knocked on the door and waited. The lights came on and Valon glanced out his little window and then opened the door looking confused. "What's up?"
"I need a place to stay the night." Bakura pushed by him and walked into the house without being asked.
"Well obvious if you are here this late at night." Valon said as he closed the door and followed Bakura into his house.
"Shhh." Bakura whispered as he placed a slumbering Ryou down on the couch and brushed his hair from his face.
"You look like shit, by the way." Valon added as he watched his friend. "Why are you guys wet?"
"Do you have something… I need. Ryou's cold." Bakura said glancing over his shoulder.
"Yeah, sure." Valon left the room and came back a short time later. "I got Ryou a T and you a change of clothes." He handed them to Bakura and walked out of the room only to walk back in a few minutes later. "A blanket." Bakura changed his sleeping brother's clothes and covered him with the blanket. "You get changed and I'll make us something to drink."
Bakura changed while trying to work out his thoughts and what he had done and what he now was… everyone was going to be after him, and Ryou would be taken away. He couldn't let that happen Ryou would be swallowed up and lost in the care of the state or returned to their mother.
Bakura stepped out of the bathroom in cotton pants and a t-shirt; he was too tired to think. "Here." Valon met him halfway back to the living room. "So what happened?"
Bakura couldn't come out and say what he had done or the reasons why, so he lied. "We were kicked out and I'm in trouble." Bakura glanced at him. "You said once that if I needed anything at all I could come to you, right?"
"Yes." Valon nodded his head. "My boss did say that he would be more then happy to help you."
"I… I want to leave the country." Bakura gripped his cup as he sat down on the edge of the couch Ryou slept on. "No matter what the cost, I'll pay it."
"Good, that's the one thing my boss likes to hear." Valon stood up. "You look like crap, rest for tonight and I'll take you to the boss in the morning and we'll have you shipped out by the weekend."
"Thanks." Bakura said gratefully as he didn't think he could drink right now and didn't want a heavy conversation. Bakura moved Ryou over and slid in next to him on the couch and drifted right off to sleep.
TBC
There is still one more chapter to come, though I can't fit everything into Bakura/Ryou's past, because then it would be taking over the whole story, though I'm trying to get in the more important things. So Review please. (Love and Cookies)