A/N: Hi! I'm back! Though I doubt anyone missed me... T.T On wit da story!

Btw. The rating might go up 'cause of dis here chappie, but I'm not sure yet. To my knowledge Amane, Ryou's sister, is dead so forgive me if I'm wrong.

Oh yeah, the disclaimer...

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh. The characters Kanthra, Sai, and Anay and the Centennial Items and all that they imply are mine:- P

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(Ryou's POV)

The white-haired, pale-skinned teenager stalked home in a rage. For once in his life he had thought to trust someone and Kanthra had gone and betrayed him. Of course, the high school student knew he was really the one to blame. If he had just fought harder that first day he saw Kanthra, she wouldn't have fallen prey to the Spirit of the Millennium Ring, but after all the pain he'd gone through at the hands of his yami, he wasn't exactly looking forward to the consequences of resisting.

Dammit! Ryou fumed in his mind as he jammed his key into the lock of his apartment. Why the hell did she have to go and do something like that? What the hell... Everything's so screwed up anyway it doesn't really matter. Ryou Bakura slammed his front door and didn't even bother to take off his outside shoes as he stormed into the kitchen. His hand found its way to the handle of a knife that lay by the sink that was tainted red from his yami's prior outbursts. If he can do this, so can I, Ryou thought as he rolled up his sleeves to expose the pale flesh of his arms. He sat down on the light green couch and winced slightly as he made the first cut in his arm. Then the motions came more easily and the blood followed.

(Normal POV)

Bakura woke up with a start in his non-descript soul room. What the fuck was his hikari doing? He peered through Ryou's eyes to see the red liquid flowing in morbid streams down his host's arms. ((What are you doing? Cut it out!)) he ordered, but his hikari paid him no heed. The irony of the statement was somewhat amusing, but Bakura was in no mood to laugh. The spirit tried to force Ryou back into his soul room, but the boy resisted. Sure, Bakura had done a similar thing in the past, but never with the intent of death. By now Ryou's flesh looked more like a checkerboard than it should. ((Stop it! You'll kill yourself!))

((Naw, ya' think?)) came the venomous reply.

((Yadonushi, stop.)) Bakura tried again to wrest control away from his hikari, but Ryou's will was set. There was just one thing, well two things... One was to let Ryou do as he pleased, but Bakura didn't like that option very much. By the time Ryou was too weak to keep control; his body would be too far gone to be worth saving. So Bakura deduced that he had but one option; get help, which was what the tomb robber hated most. He sighed and calmed himself down. ((Kanthra.))

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The brown-haired girl sat by herself on a park bench staring up at the sakura trees that had found themselves in early bloom. They were beautiful but fleeting. Kanthra effortlessly likened them to the happy times in her life. She sighed, feeling all alone. Then the cold voice of Bakura pierced her mind. ((Kanthra.))

((Yes?)) she responded respectfully. She expected a condescending or victorious scoff from the spirit but got none.

His voice actually sounded weak as he spoke, ((Ryou's trying to kill himself...))

((What! Where are you?))

((Apartment 801 on... Oh, what's the damn street called? Just give me control. I know the way,)) Bakura ordered. Kanthra felt an odd sensation as she was pushed, more like flung, back into her soul room. She looked around to see a fog concealed most of the things in her room. Dust rested on the things that she could see such as pictures of her family. The Millennium Eye that Bakura had placed on her forehead as a symbol of their pact gazed dispassionately down at her. Kanthra was faintly aware of movement. A television set in front of her turned on and she saw the world through her own eyes again, only she knew Bakura was in control of her body. She almost laughed, for she could almost taste his discomfort. It was obvious to her why her master wanted Ryou to live. Bakura certainly wouldn't want to reside with her as his only host.

Bakura climbed the steps faster than Kanthra thought possible. He tried the door, but it was locked. In a bout of consideration, Bakura gave control back to Kanthra. ((What?)) The girl was slightly dazed.

((I don't want to break your leg so I want you to break the door down so it's your fault if something goes wrong.))

Scratch the consideration, Kanthra thought. She was amazingly tired and winded, but obeyed nonetheless. She took a step back and performed a not quite perfect round house kick. It worked well enough. The door crashed inwards and Kanthra saw, to her horror, Ryou crumpled on the couch. He'd passed out from lack of blood.

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(Ryou's POV several minutes before Kanthra arrived)

The albino watched as his life stream flowed willingly down his arms, dying the sofa an indescribable color. Every cell in his body had longed for this moment; a moment of absolute freedom. He had few regrets. His friends would be better off now that the Spirit of the Millennium Ring would no longer have a familiar face as a host. He regretted leaving his father behind, but with any luck the ceiling at an excavation site would collapse and his father would soon join Ryou and his sister Amane in the after life.

Ryou felt his life slipping away. The sound of feet pounding up the stairs hovered in his ears. They'll be too late, he promised himself. The beige walls of his small apartment began to spin around him. Visions from his childhood assailed him, and his life began toflash before his mind's eye.

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(Normal POV back where we left off)

((Do something,)) Bakura shouted.

((I can hear you just fine. You don't have to scream,)) Kanthra said calmly. She moved quickly and precisely, snatching the portable telephone on her way to the bathroom. She punched in the number for emergency services and held the phone to her ear with her shoulder and she began to tear a towel into strips for bandages. "If you dare die, Ryou, I hope you rot in hell," she muttered, bubbling with anger at the albino.

"Moshi, moshi?" the receptionist at the emergency services spoke.

"This guy cut his wrists! We need an ambulance right away!"

"Yes, and where are you calling from?"

"What kind of heartless question is that? I don't know! Just track the damn call!" Kanthra set the phone roughly on the table with the line open so the emergency services could trace it. She knew her yami was shocked but, she could have cared less. The minute rise and fall of Ryou's chest ceased. "Breathe, dammit!" Kanthra slapped the unconscious Ryou across the face. She put two fingers to his neck to check his pulse. "Damn, making me do fucking CPR... You're gonna pay..." Kanthra moved Ryou on to his back and tried to revive him, reluctantly employing the tactic of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. His vital processes started up again. Kanthra sighed in relief.

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A few minutes later the emergency services arrived. Kanthra followed them as they promptly carried Ryou to the ambulance. "Kami-sama, he's lost a lot of blood," one paramedic swore. "We'll need an immediate transfusion. Do you know his blood type?" the man asked Kanthra.

((A Positive,)) Bakura readily supplied.

"A Positive," Kanthra answered, then in amazement stated, "Same type as me."

The paramedic raised an eyebrow. "Can you give blood," he asked.

"Yes," Kanthra replied without hesitation. She quickly rolled up her sleeve. In a few moments Kanthra's blood was flowing sluggishly through Ryou's veins, and the ambulance rushed towards the hospital.

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The paramedics transported Ryou to the emergency room. Kanthra sat nervously in the lobby and waited. Please don't die... It's bad enough loosing all my blood relations. The corners of Kanthra's mouth twitched into a small smile. Of course, now you kinda are my blood relation, aren't you, Ryou Bakura? In her back of her troubled mind her yami cracked a smile as well.

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A few hours later a man clad in scrubs with a clipboard in his hand walked up to Kanthra, who was still feeling faint from giving blood. "Yau Kanthra?" he inquired. Upon seeing the man, she stood and fixed him with a look that let him know he was not to beat around the bush. The man blinked and fidgeted under her gaze but continued, "The boy you called in about..."

"What?" Kanthra snapped.

"We're not quite sure if he'll make it through the night. By all the standards we hold to be true he really should be dead."

Kanthra sighed in relief. "Well, at least he's not," she spoke.

"Did you use CPR?"

"...Yes. Was I not supposed to?"

"No, you probably saved his life."

"Ah. Good." What a cliché... Kanthra thought. "May I see him?"

"Well, yes. I actually came to ask if you could give more blood. All our donors are out of town at the moment."

"Of course I can," Kanthra answered quickly. So typical... The man led Kanthra quickly down the hallways and to the ER.

"Another pint of blood and he should be okay," a nurse standing by several machines that monitored Ryou's vital processes stated. "He might even last through the night."

"What's all this might business?" Kanthra retorted.

"Well-," the nurse began.

"He will make it through the night. There is no might in this situation. Understood?" Kanthra continued. The hospital staff present was taken aback. Kanthra figured that they would be used to this by now, but they clearly weren't. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever..." She lay down on the bed as instructed and a needle, like a giant mosquito, was stuck into her arm in the same place as before.

"You'll feel rather weak after this," the nurse cautioned.

"Not as weak as he'll feel if he doesn't get blood," Kanthra muttered as some more of the red liquid flowed from her body to Ryou.

((You can stop being so defensive now, Kanthra,)) the Ring spirit, how had remained silent for quite a while, spoke at last.

((Yeah, but if somebody doesn't rush them I'm worried they won't move fast enough...)) Kanthra admitted. ((I couldn't save the others, yami. I was never given a chance. I'm not going to hesitate.))

((No, but you'll collapse from blood loss,)) Bakura jested, snickering quietly to himself. Kanthra outwardly kept her composure, but on the inside, where only Bakura could see, she was smiling.

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A/N: Okay, so there wasn't nearly enough comic relief in that chapter, but I'll try harder next time. Sorry to all those people who hate Ryou and want him to die, you will have no such luck here. He has to stay alive. I know that Ryou is his last name, but to avoid confusion I'm just gonna refer to him as that until I can start using Touzokuo as Bakura's name. Bye now.

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