"Are you planning something?", Bakura asked.
Three days, now. Bakura had just been the released from the hospital the night prior, and this was the first chance he and his rival-slash-attorney got a chance to seriously talk about the whole court case.
"We're going to try to make our point," Yami said, trying to speak over the loud coughing fit Bakura was having next to him. "We have an asset: a witness to the whole event."
"Who?"
"Your security cameras."
Security cameras?
Yami wheeled Bakura up to the desk (the only thing Bakura could do with his lower torso was eat, so the doctors made him use a wheelchair until his injury had fully healed), and turned on the computers. He placed the little disk containing the security footage in the CD-ROM, and closed it, so the footage would play on the computer. Yami sat in his seat next to Bakura, and started to play the footage.
They watched it together for the next three or four hours. It was the footage of the way the day went inside of their luxurious house that day (they had a mansion with almost twenty bedrooms, six or seven bathrooms, and four or five floors; it had multiple fountains in the front, and gates that blocked off all entrance to the house, able to open with the push of a button): Ryou made breakfast, and Bakura came down to eat it. They watched television, arguing over whether they should watch Invader Zim or Courage the Cowardly Dog (Ryou didn't really care, but Bakura made it sound like an argument). They watched Courage the Cowardly Dog for an hour. That was followed by another hour of television, but they were watching Invader Zim, this time. They ate lunch out (so the security cameras had half an hour of blank footage), and then they returned. They played a round of Duel Monsters. Then, Ryou went into the kitchen.
Bakura gulped.
Bakura stared at Ryou as he came out, holding a knife at his side. Bakura remembered everything. He knew what Ryou was about to do. He had been supposing he would try it for weeks. Everything he had read the week before came flooding back to his mind:
75% of teenagers with bipolar disorder are affected with suicidal thoughts due to bipolar depression. Every two out of three of that 75% will commit suicide.
Zoloft and Prozac can prevent depression caused by bipolar disorder.
He wished he had gone to the pharmacy and gotten him some of that. Of course, he would've refused to take it, but Bakura would've sweet talked him into it. He was good at that kind of thing. He just wished he could've sweet talked him right out committing suicide, but he was trying to use that song. Maybe words would've worked out a lot better.
"Ryou, please don't do this to me. Don't do this to yourself, please."
Ryou raised the knife up from his side to pointing it at his neck. It looked as if he was about to stab it, rather than slash it, as suicide would normally be done.
Bakura knew what he was really doing. He took in a deep breath. "Playground school bell rings again. Rain clouds come to play again."
Ryou sighed. "It's not going to work."
"Has no one told you she's not breathing? Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to. Hello…"
Ryou wasn't giving in. He neared the tip of the knife to his neck.
"If I smile and don't believe, soon I know I'll wake from this dream."
"I'm not listening!", Ryou shouted.
"Don't try to fix me; I'm not broken. Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide. Don't cry."
"NO!"
Ryou took the knife away from his neck, and went straight for Bakura's torso.
"Ryou! Ryou, no! Don't…!"
Bakura watched it go down. Of course, he was only at the part where Ryou started running before he passed out.
Marik let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about all this, Yami. I blame it on myself."
"No. You're fine," Yami said. He turned to Marik, raising an eyebrow upon noticing a random distinguishing feature. "Why are you in all black?"
Indeed, he was in all black. His shoes were normally black, and that was no different, but the rest of his attire was different. Marik's crop top was no longer lavender, but rather, black (with the gold chains strung across the chest still present). His khakis, which were (of course) normally a drab color and all too bland, had been changed out of, and he was now wearing a pair of black slacks. Marik had switched out of his normal dress shoes and into a new pair that required socks, which were (obivously) black. He was even wearing an item of clothing that was not normally present in his attire- a black fedora which covered the entire top of his head and nearly blocked his eyes from view of the person looking at him.
Marik looked back at Yami and sniffed. "My boyfriend died. I went to his funeral a few days ago, and I'm still in mourning."
"Who were you dating?", Yami asked.
"No one you care about," Marik said. "Besides, I should probably forget him. It'll help me get over the grief quicker, won't it?"
Yami simply nodded his head and glanced back at Bakura. The poor thing had fainted while watching the most crucial part of the security tapes, and hadn't woken up since. What worried Yami the most was that he had fainted almost seven hours ago, and he still wouldn't wake up. There had to have been something wrong.
Wait.
Bakura had broken into a large coughing fit at his house while the two were trying to talk about the court case tomorrow. Could he have actually coughed out… no. He couldn't have, could he?
"Marik, watch Bakura while I'm gone! I need to check something out!", Yami shouted.
And with that, he was off.
He already had the security tapes because he had one of the nurses get them for him while he was with Bakura at the hospital. He hadn't actually been in the house after the whole incident, and honestly, he wasn't fond of the whole idea. But, he had to go in there now.
He had to search for pieces of it.
Without it, Bakura wouldn't survive. It was possible that the bit the nurse took out of his stomach was one of many fragments he had lost. He had been stabbed in the stomach, after all; who's to say that Ryou didn't entirely dismantle it while he was assaulting Bakura? The pieces could've been scattered anywhere. At this point, it didn't matter if it was in shards or not; it all just needed to be in Bakura's body for it to count.
Yami was just glad they stayed in one piece while they were in their bodies. If he needed to, he would give his to Bakura. He didn't really care at this point; whether he lived or not. He just needed Bakura to live. Not that he really needed him to be alive, it was more like he wanted him to be alive. And Yami would give Bakura his to keep him alive, and he didn't care if it killed him to do it, all too literally.
Yami took a step forward, and looked down at the doorstep he was standing on. There wasn't a shard, a note, the knife, or anything. There was only one way to find shards. He slowly creaked open the door, and took a few steps in.