Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou Bakura: Harbinger of Trouble ❯ Aftermath: Beginning of a Journey ( Chapter 20 )

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Takahashi is pissed that I didn't invite him to Kaiba's party, but he can deal. After all, he created Yu-Gi-Oh.

 

The party lasted for hours. Despite Kaiba's annoyance and insistence, the party lasted for hours on end. Everyone had come, from policemen, to residents nearby, to the Chesiers from Duran, and even from visitors from other worlds, everyone who was anyone had come. Except for one person. Sami had looked for him, searched him out, but the blonde man hadn't come to the party. Ryou sighed. He was partly relieved; he still didn't like the man. But it hadn't improved Sami's spirits at all, and she was the only one relieved when the party finally ended. It meant they had no choice but to leave, something she found she could convince no one else to do. Kaiba was kind enough to do it for her, albeit he hadn't know that.

 

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE AND STAY OUT!” he had roared, literally throwing everyone out of his house, not caring if they landed in the dirt or not. Then he slammed the door in their faces. Joey got up, and spat out the dirt that managed to cram into his mouth. Clenching a fist, he turned to Kaiba's front gates, which were being locked at that point. He shook his fist angrily, hoping Kaiba could hear him.

 

“Fine! Be that way, jackass!” Joey yelled, and as Tristan tried to drag him away from the doorstep, everyone made their way to the bus stop. Some were much slower than others, having been preoccupied with trying to calm Joey down, but they were all headed there nonetheless. It was quiet, which surprised no one. It was nearly two in the morning. They huddled in the waiting area, trying to keep warm in the frosty air. In the midst of the celebrations, Ryou had forgotten that it was getting close to December. It was freezing out. He wished Kaiba had been more sympathetic to that fact.

 

“I guess he has a right to kick us out,” Tea tried to say, her teeth chattering slightly, “After all, we were the ones who let the party get out of hand.” That didn't convince either Tristan or Joey, for they were still shouting insults at Kaiba. Yugi patted Tea's shoulder as they sat on a bench. Then, he looked at the small terminal above them, showing when the next bus would come. Nothing was displayed.

 

“Do buses run this late?” he asked, and when no one was able to reply, he said, “I'll walk home, then. Grandpa's probably really worried, and Yami's exhausted too. I never knew he could dance like that!” Sami just snorted, grinning a little. She had watched Yami; he had been thrown mercilessly into the mosh pit Joey had created, and she wouldn't be surprised if he had a bruise or two by the morning. She shook her head.

 

“Judging by the look on his face, I'd say he had no idea, either,” she commented. Yugi just smiled, and after a brief farewell, with the promise of visiting Sami soon, he departed, offering to walk Miho home in the process; she lived close to his house. She accepted, and soon they disappeared in the swirl of snow that slowly began to fall. Tea bit her lip. Snow wasn't promising as they stood out in the cold.

 

“We have to head home, too,” Tea stated, “I have work tomorrow, and Tristan will definitely need help dragging Joey home.” Sami nodded, and the two women looked over to where Joey still stood, screaming at the top of his lungs. His words were amazingly vulgar, in Sami's mind. But to Tea, it was standard Joey. She patted Tea on the shoulder. Sami felt sorry that she was obviously the smart one of the trio. The only indication that Kaiba even noticed them was when he slammed his window shut and turned the lights off. Joey just grinned proudly.

 

“Serves that little bastard right!” he exclaimed, and then turned to Ryou, “Anyway, man, good job. I don't know what the hell you did, but you fucked those Mystics over! You made Tristan and I so proud!” He locked Ryou's head in his arm and rubbed the boy's hair proudly, as Ryou just laughed. They exchanged goodbyes for the night, and then the trio left. Ryou watched them disappear down a road, and then turned to his remaining friends: Malik, Katt, and Sami.

 

“So, what are you planning to do now?” he asked each of them. Sami just shrugged. She still had to find a place for her and Katt to sleep for the night. Malik, however, was in no way ready to retire. He pointed down one street where one dance club was still open. Katt had to squint to see it, and then looked at Malik in disbelief. How anyone could party for so long was a mystery to her.

 

“I'm going to dance until my ass falls off!” Malik exclaimed, “I mean, we just saved the entire world. I think I'm allowed to stay out as long as I want and bust a few moves.” Ryou nodded, though he personally wasn't sure he wanted to join Malik. Sami was definitely sure she wasn't joining Malik. She had watched him dance; he nearly killed himself, and several others around him.

 

“Just don't bust another lamp again. You almost electrocuted yourself,” Sami reminded him, and he just smiled, “No, I'm serious. I'm not casting Curato on you again.” Malik snorted and rolled his eyes. He didn't need a babysitter right then; Ishizu was more than enough to fill that role every day of his life.

 

“All right, mom,” he said sarcastically, and then asked, “What about you three?” Sami blinked, and looked at the other two. Both had smiles on their faces. Both obviously had ideas.

 

“I'm going to go home. I'm tired,” Ryou replied. Malik nodded, and looked at Sami next. She shrugged again. Still no ideas in her head. Malik gave her a sympathetic smile, and then turned when he felt Katt tugging his arm. He looked into her eyes. There was a tone in them that spelled certain trouble for him. He blinked quickly.

 

“I'd like to join you,” Katt stated, and Malik grinned, “You need to be watched.” Despite the insinuation that Malik couldn't take care of himself, Malik's grin only widened. He nodded vigorously, the prospect of a female joining him obviously making him happier than he should've been. Frankly, Ryou didn't blame him. Katt seemed like a blast to be with.

 

“Sure! I'd love to have you around,” he exclaimed happily, and led her down the road, leaving Ryou and Sami. Sami just watched silently, and then shook her head in frustration. She didn't want to have to provide lodging if Katt wasn't making a move to help her. Nor did she want Malik around her sister, either. She felt Malik was an idiot. But there was little she could do now. It was so late in the night.

 

“I can't believe I'm dealing with this,” she grumbled, and stuffed her hands into her pockets, “Ryou, you got any room for a guest?” Ryou stepped back in shock. He heard the question, but the mere suggestion made his head spin. Was she actually asking to stay the night!? Ryou's mind raced. She was years older. His father, if he came home, would never approve of it!

 

“Er… what?” he asked, not quite sure he actually heard right. He prayed he heard wrong. But he didn't. She reworded her question flatly.

 

“May I stay at your place?” she asked, “I'm not working my tail off for a sister who's clearly interested in other things.” Ryou snorted. He felt bad for Sami. She was tired, she just had her soul devoured, she had worked much harder than Katt, and Katt deserted her for Malik. And Sami hated Malik. He nodded, and patted her on the back.

 

“Of course! But… if my dad comes, you'll probably want to sneak out a window,” he told her, and she laughed as he asked, “But does this mean you're staying?” Sami nodded, a sly grin forming on her face.

 

“Yeah. For a while, anyway,” she replied, as he began to lead her down the street, offering her his coat so she didn't freeze; she didn't appear to have one herself, “I like you guys. Granted, most of you are as dumb as driveway gravel, but I like you. Besides, it's going to take a long time to figure out what all of this means. I might as well have a home to work in, right?” Ryou nodded, but his smile disappeared. He remembered what Katsaiga had said about Sami. Clearly, there was much more to her than meets the eye. And Ryou knew he couldn't tell her what he learned. It wouldn't make sense to her. He looked up into the twinkling sky as the snow fell.

 

“So, do you think there are any more Mystics?” he asked her, “Think they'd have the answers you want?” Sami hummed. She didn't know what they had to offer, but she did know there were more. She nodded.

 

“Yes, there are more. Yes, I'm sure they know of me,” she replied grimly, “And no, they won't give us those answers. None of them were like Katsaiga. Or at least, none of the lords.” Ryou glanced at her, his brown eyes wide with concern. Lords? As in… leaders? That was bad.

 

“Katsaiga was a Mystic lord!?” he exclaimed, and Sami nodded, pursing her lips.

 

“Yes. From what I remember, there are six Mystic lords,” she replied slowly, “Katsaiga, who is dead. Then there is Falnika, who is Rath's right-hand woman. Scias and Gilden, who have no wish to fight us here. Martus, who was killed years ago, but may have a son. And then Rath herself. But I doubt we'll fight them all. As I said, half are either dead or against her.” That relieved Ryou somewhat, but the thought of Mystic lords sent shivers down his spine. Walking up the walkway to his house, he opened the door and once again stepped into the battlefield that had once been his house. Sami followed him into the living room, putting his coat onto the chair.

 

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked her, as he motioned for her to sit down. He was very surprised when she asked for some whiskey. Wondering if he should intervene at some point, he got a small glass and poured her some, sitting across from her. She took a sip, and made a face. The whiskey was too old, too stale.

 

“When will your father get back?” she asked him, breaking the silence. He shrugged, taking a sip of water.

 

“No idea. When he says `sometime this week,' it could mean on Friday, for all we know. It might even mean next week,” Ryou told her, and grumbled, “I just hope it's not so soon that we can't clean the damn house.” Sami just snorted, and patted his knee comfortingly. She didn't know anything about Yaten Bakura, but she didn't need to know much to see that, obviously, he wasn't the world's best and brightest. She took another sip of her drink.

 

“No worries. I'll help you clean up tomorrow,” she said, and grinned, “I'm as skilled with a broom as I am with a sword. I'll make sure he doesn't know this place was bombed.” Ryou wanted to say that it'd been broken into, but how it happened made no true difference. The fact was, it happened, and they had to clean it up. He looked at Sami as she spoke, and a sly smile crossed his face.

 

“Are you part warrior, part maid?” he asked jokingly. But to his shock, she nodded, taking a duster off one table and twirling it around like a sword. In one fell swoop, she cleared the end table of dust.

 

“Yes, and I'm proud of it,” she replied, setting the tool down, “I'll tell you tomorrow, though. I'm tired.” Ryou agreed, and they stood up. He walked her out of the room, and down the hall toward the staircase. They ascended, him telling her about the house and how long he had lived there. She was especially curious about the brief period in which he had moved away to spare his family from Bakura, when they'd first met. When he spoke of Amane, Sami stopped outside of a closed door, and looked at it. Ryou stopped next to her, and smiled.

 

“That was Amane's room,” he whispered, “But I don't go inside. I… It still hurts to think she's dead.” Sami nodded, but said nothing. They moved on. He showed her his room, which she liked; it was nice and clean. But, unfortunately, she wouldn't be staying there. The only room that was available, that wasn't currently a junkyard of shit, was Yaten's room. And, it wasn't much better than that. As they entered, they were hit with the rotten smell of old laundry and burnt coffee. Papers and old cups lined the floor, coffee and soda stains forever absorbed into the rug. A large pile of dirty clothes had been shoved into one corner of the room. And the bed looked atrocious; Sami couldn't see how or why anyone would sleep there. The mattress was covered in clothing, and one spring was poking out of it. It was disgusting!

 

“…what the hell is supposed to live here?” Sami asked flatly, walking to the bed and shoving the clothes off. She used magic to repair the spring. Ryou shook his head tiredly, unable to believe this was his father's definition of `clean.' He was appalled that Sami had to see that.

 

“Rotten, lazy slob…” Ryou growled, and in a gentler tone said, “Sami, you take my room. I'll sleep in here and clean this disaster area up.” Sami blinked slowly, but didn't argue. She stood and walked to the door, looking back just enough to see Ryou. She smiled warmly, making Ryou grin.

 

“Goodnight,” she said, and Ryou waved. Then, she left, shutting the door. Ryou just blushed. She looked nice when she smiled; he wished she'd done it more often. But then he shrugged. She had a right to be anything but happy. From what she said, what happened with Katsaiga was just the tip of the iceberg. Sighing, he began to pick up the papers and throw them into the surprisingly empty garbage bin. It didn't take long at all to fill it up. But at least all of the papers and most of the plastic cups were trashed. Already, the room looked much bigger. Still, Ryou sighed again.

 

“Hey, kiddo, just be glad she didn't see my room,” Bakura said, appearing at once, “Not that she could, but it's a pigsty!” Ryou just snorted. Bakura had been conveniently in his item while Sami was here. Ryou took that to mean he didn't want to put up with her. Which was too bad. She was still in the house.

 

“Oh yes, she might've actually killed you for it,” Ryou joked, opening a window to let the room air out a little, “Speaking of rooms, though, if you have a body, you might actually need one.” Bakura raised a brow as he watched Ryou sort through the pile of dirty clothing. That was a nice gesture, but there was still another person in this house who needed a room.

 

“Why didn't you ask Sami if she wanted the extra room?” the old thief asked. Ryou blushed slightly, though whether from embarrassment or something else, he wasn't sure of yet.

 

“Dad's been using it as his study,” Ryou told him, shoving one pile of clothes into a basket, “Besides, I'm not sure if Sami's staying here forever. She might want to move out tomorrow.” Bakura just snorted as Ryou went out into the hall for another basket, coming back in with a large one. Yaten had a lot of clothing to clean.

 

“You sound sad about that,” Bakura teased, as Ryou put both baskets by the wall near the door, “Don't worry, kiddo. Next year, you'll be eighteen and you'll be able to legally date her.” Ryou just grumbled. That hadn't even crossed his mind, and he wished to hell Bakura would shut up about it. Patting the bed to test it, Ryou found Sami had mended it up perfectly with her magic. That wasn't a big shock. He climbed onto it and made a note to replace it sometime soon. He didn't dare touch the blanket; it might have something growing in it. Sighing, he laid down.

 

“Goodnight, Bakura,” he called. Bakura nodded, though he grumbled as he fell asleep on the floor. Ryou just shook his head. He couldn't wait to go back to his own bed, where everything smelled fresh and clean.

 

When morning finally hit, the first ray of sunlight coming through, Sami was already up. Having bathed and finding a fresh change of clothing in her bag, she took to spending the hours cleaning the house before anyone else was up. There wasn't much else for her to do; she wasn't tired, and Rush made it clear he didn't want to be walked beforehand. So, she took to the first floor. She scrubbed the floors, swept the wooden floor in the hall, vacuumed the rugs, and dusted everything that had even the thinnest layer of dirt on it. As she wiped her forehead, she saw it was now getting to be near eight in the morning. She'd been up for a little more than two hours and a half now. Which she regretted as she stifled a yawn. Three hours of sleep wasn't enough. That, and she was hungry. She needed food. She walked up the stairs and into Yaten's room, finding Ryou asleep on the old mattress. She blinked, and crept closer.

 

“Breakfast time,” she said, and shook him. Ryou opened his eye, at first unable to register what he was looking at. He shifted, and opened an eye again. It fell on Sami. He blinked. Why was Sami here? Then he remembered; she had stayed the night. He sat up slowly.

 

“Is it really morning?” he asked, getting out of bed. He didn't listen to Sami's answer. He figured he'd learn it himself as he grabbed the string that opened the blinds. He pulled it, and screamed as the sun blared through his father's window, blinding him temporarily. He backed away, knocking into Sami in the process. She yelped, grabbing his arm as she fell, which resulted in both of them slamming into Bakura. He woke up with a scream, and flailed about trying to shove whatever was on him off. He ended up tangling his arms in the covers, and eventually, all of them fell from the bed to the ground, the blanket rolling off as they landed with a mighty crash.

 

“Damn it, get off!” Bakura roared, shoving them away, “I couldn't breathe!” Ryou blushed furiously, as it had pretty much been his fault it happened. Sami just raised an amused brow, looking around the room. Ryou had done his best to clean up, but even in daylight, the room still smelled terrible.

 

“Tell you truth, I'm surprised I found you both alive,” she said, as she began to walk to the door, “Smells worse in there than an Erul's ass.” Ryou blinked, wondering what the hell an Erul could've been. He guessed it was a monster from another world. Before Sami walked out, she glanced back and saw that, in the midst of their terror, they had managed to knock the mattress down completely. She laughed as she said, “Sorry about that, Ryou.” Ryou just shook his head and sighed, following her. Bakura was too angry to bother; he just wanted to go back to bed.

 

“Don't worry. It was a land mine waiting to blow last night,” he grumbled, as they descended the stairs. Then he stopped and looked into his living room. His mouth dropped. He had expected to come down to a horrible mess. Instead, the first floor had been swept and cleaned. He looked at Sami; she had mentioned being fond of cleaning. “Did you do this?”

 

“Of course. I said I would,” she reminded him, and then her stomach growled, “…which reminds me. I'm hungry. Tell me that idiot you call a father left you some food.” Ryou's skin paled. In all honesty, his father was lucky if he remembered to do the shopping every week or so. It'd been some time since that happened, and while Ryou was good at picking up a few things occasionally, he hadn't done the shopping since before he had been abducted. He highly doubted there was food. At least, that there was anything edible.

 

“Let's… go out to eat,” he suggested, and ran into the closet to swipe a credit card from his father. He knew stealing was wrong, but technically, neither of them had money, and they both needed to eat. If Yaten was going to have a problem with it, he'd have to deal with it as well. Ryou nodded, and walked out of the house with Sami. He led her to the old station wagon that served as the family car, and went to go into the driver seat. She immediately stopped him.

 

“Whoa, kiddo. Didn't you say you were only seventeen?” she asked him, and when he nodded, she asked, “Should you even be driving?”

 

“Can you?” he retorted. She took the keys, shoved him out of the seat, and sat down. Ryou frowned. That was rather rude, but he did see her point. If he was arrested, he'd definitely be in trouble. So, he didn't argue. He got into the passenger side, and Sami took off. She took off too fast, in Ryou's opinion, as she sped around a corner. His eye twitched, wishing she'd slow down, but at the very least, she was a good driver. She hadn't hit anything yet. Nor did she hit anything period as she slowed and pulled into a restaurant parking look. They both got out, and she grinned.

 

“Yes,” she replied, answering his question from before, “I can.” He grumbled under his breath, and they walked to the front door.

 

“Thanks for driving,” he mumbled, and opened the door into a large, ornate entrance hall. The reception desk stood there, and the hostess immediately seated them. The restaurant was large and dim, as it was still quite early out. Not many people had come in yet, but as Sami's eyes adjusted, she saw that it wasn't quite a restaurant. It was a very well-kempt café. After they had sat down, a man with a wiry mustache and a very pointed nose rushed to them, smiling as though the world were absolutely perfect. Because he happened to be in it.

 

“Bonjour, monsieur and mademoiselle!” he exclaimed in a thick, French accent, “How may I help you? Would you like some, how you say, breakfast?” Sami tried not to laugh at him. He seemed just a little too eager to help them. She glanced at her menu quickly.

 

“Blueberry pancakes and a side order of eggs,” she said, “Oh, and if you have rum and coke, I'll take one.” Ryou eyed her warningly. He felt her love of alcohol was beginning to border on the somewhat extreme. Especially since she'd had whiskey the previous night. But he didn't comment. He had to focus on his own order, since the waiter was waiting for him. But he just couldn't decide, and Sami finally said, “He'll have an omelette, and two biscuits. Both with butter and jam.” The waiter nodded, and left to fulfill his orders. Ryou's mouth dropped in disbelief as he stared from the waiter, to Sami herself.

 

“First of all, how did you know I wanted that!?” he demanded, though he knew magic was the culprit. Again. “Second, why did you do that!?”

 

“You weren't moving fast enough,” she replied simply, “I'm hungry. Unless you want me to eat you next time, order a bit faster.” Ryou's eye twitched. Now that the immediate danger was gone, he was beginning to see Sami wasn't always so controlled with herself. She was actually pretty pushy. Especially when she happened to be concerned at all. He grumbled, and looked around to see who else was there. One table held an elderly couple. Another, towards the back, held the school bullies. He couldn't believe they were eating in such a clean place. And he also couldn't believe their leader, Ushio, was walking toward them! He buried his face in a menu as Sami watched in mild bewilderment.

 

“Well, well, if it isn't Cryou Bakura,” he exclaimed, grinning, “What's the local crybaby doing here, eh?” Ryou looked at him with furrowed brows. Ushio wasn't exactly mean to Ryou, but he had a bad reputation. And a thick skull. Ryou would have to be blunt to get rid of him.

 

“Hehe, Ushio…” Ryou began, not letting Sami hear the malice in him as he lowered his voice, “Go away!” Unfortunately, Ushio didn't feel like listening to him.

 

“Awww, what's the matter, Cryou?” he asked, “Can't we talk to friends?” This time, Ryou decided to drop the nice boy routine. It wouldn't have worked anyway. He sighed, turning away from the older man.

 

“We're not friends,” he said, “Go away. We're dining here.” Sami gave Ushio a skeptical glance as she analyzed him carefully. Judging by his expression, he was clearly just trying to annoy Ryou. And for whatever reason she just couldn't understand, Ryou wasn't going to raise a finger to him. She'd have to do that herself. Which she was fine with. Fighting was, after all, her best skill.

 

“What was that, piss ant!?” Ushio demanded, not so kind any longer, “You want to fight me, maggot?” Sami finally stood up, her face hard and grave. She stood up so suddenly, with such authority, Ryou almost thought he was watching a queen rise from her throne. She looked angry enough, anyway.

 

“You really want to mess with us?” she asked Ushio angrily, and Ryou saw her eyes turn red again. That was a sure sign of fury. When Ushio didn't answer her, she went, “Well!? Answer me! Are you or are you not a damn coward!?” Ryou had a hard time remembering she was only four years his senior. She seemed so much older in that instance. Ushio was terrified.

 

“Well, I…” Ushio began, but Sami scoffed, shaking her head. Her hand rested on the hilt of her ever-lingering sword.

 

“I guess you are,” she said, an odd smirk on her face, “Just a big, dumb idiot of a coward who likes to piss people off and keep them from doing what they want. Like eating my breakfast. And guess what? I don't like it much. And I don't like when I don't like things much. Get what I'm saying?” Ushio might not have, but Ryou did. That was a threat. He prayed Sami didn't carry it out, but at that moment, Ushio lost his fear. Stupid idiot, he was.

 

“Hey! Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?” he demanded, and Sami indeed drew her sword. Ryou's eyes widened. This spelled trouble. Or murder. And most probably both.

 

“I'm the one who'll send you to an early grave if you don't leave us the hell alone!” she exclaimed angrily, “Now GET LOST!” This time, Ushio's fear came back in a crash. He stumbled back, and fell to the floor.

 

“N-no! I'm sorry!” he stammered, getting up, “I'm sorry, man! Just don't kill me with that thing! I won't bother you again!” With that, Ushio opened the door and ran out. Sami just snorted softly and sheathed her sword, watching the coward's back shrink as he ran. Silence fell in the restaurant until Ryou spoke again.

 

“Sami, sit down,” he demanded, as the waiter served them their food. They ate it in silence, slowly. They knew all eyes were upon them.

 

“Bastard had no right harassing you,” she finally growled in response, as she finished the rest of her food. Ryou didn't say anything to her. He finished in silence, and after they paid, he drove them home. With rum in her, Ryou didn't trust her already reckless skills to be any better on the road. Not that she crashed or anything, but he'd learned from his own father that drunk driving was a dumb idea. He just couldn't believe that Sami drank.

 

“I can't believe you drew your sword!” he exclaimed in disbelief as he drove, “And in a public place! Isn't that against the law!?” Sami's brows raised as she considered that. Yes, it was illegal to do. But many people, including the police themselves, did that for even less reason than she had. She shrugged.

 

“What of it?” she asked, and then said, “It's a good thing he ran. Next time I see him, I'm shoving my pistol so far up his ass, he'll spit bullets.” Ryou sighed, wishing she would stop being so damn difficult. He pulled into his driveway and they departed from the car, to find that someone was on Ryou's porch. Sami handed him her pistol, but he ignored her as he walked up to see who it was. It just happened to be his father, Yaten.

 

“Dad!?” Ryou exclaimed. Yaten turned around, and Ryou practically tackled him over. He chuckled, patting his boy on the head.

 

“Nice to see you too,” he said, and then somberly asked, “But son, why am I locked out of the house? Where'd you go? And who is this?” He pointed to Sami, and Ryou noted the look of extreme disapproval in his father's expression. Clearly, he assumed she was his girlfriend.

 

“Her name's Sami,” he said, and the hesitated, “She's… a friend… from… Battle City! She was a friend from there!” Sami looked skeptically at him, and he knew she didn't condone his lie for a second. But she didn't say anything against him. Yaten looked at her carefully, raising a brow when he saw her rather large, pointed ears.

 

“Isn't she a little old for you, son?” he asked, and Ryou's face went crimson as Sami controlled her laugh, “Or are you working for one of those escort services I hear about?” This time, Sami did laugh. And this time, Ryou's face actually went to such a deep shade, his hair began to turn pink.

 

“DAD!” he screamed, “Damn it, she's my friend!” Yaten just nodded slowly, but Ryou knew he didn't believe that for a second. Never mind that it was true. Yaten already made his assumptions, and all powers to the fool who thought he could change that.

 

“Right, and I'm an idiot,” Yaten replied, as he unlocked the door and went inside, “Just don't get yourself involved in anything bad, son. And if she asks you for anything on the perverted side, just say no.” Ryou moaned in utter disbelief as his dad walked into their house. He was eternally grateful Sami had cleaned; Yaten wouldn't know what really happened. He turned back to Sami, who was close to falling down from her laughter.

 

“I'm so sorry you were subjected to that,” he said to her. She finally began to recover, and she shook her head, adjusting her glasses before they fell off.

 

“It's better than being with Malik,” she commented, and laughed, patting Ryou on the shoulder, “Come on. We'd better think of another story in case your dad asks about your room. I haven't cleaned it yet.” Ryou's face paled. That was bad. But for right then, he could ignore it. Right then, his life was back to normal. If only he knew how fragile normality was, the damned idiot.

 

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And now everything's back to normal. At least, for right then. But obviously, something bad happens, because I already have more stories about Ryou and Sami. So, now that one Mystic is dead, who will come after Ryou next? Will Sami ever find out who she is? Why did the Mystics go after them in the first place? And, will Kaiba ever throw another party again? Find out in the next story, Ryou Bakura: Chaos Master (currently known as Childhood's End), and click that Review button!