Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ The Accident ( Chapter 5 )

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AR: *goes around the room tossing flower petals* La la la la...

Diane: ^^;; Bored?

AR: *tosses daisies* Yup, and I don't wanna do my homework

Diane: ur just stalling u know

AR: I know, but I don't wanna do it cuz it's boring and not cool

Diane: Procrastinator!!

AR: And proud of it! *hands Ryou & Bakura roses* Here, for the sweetest boys in all of YGO ^_~

Ryou: ^^;; Thanks?

Diane: O.O You bitch...

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'Absolutely ridiculous, I wasn't not a boy named Ryou. I am a girl named Ruki. Ruki Bakutena...'

~'I am Ryou, Ryou Bakura...'~

'No!' she told herself firmly. 'Ryou Bakura is a boy that gets abused by Bakura.'

~'He may abuse me, but I love him...'~

At that remark Ruki really freaked out, and her eyes widened.

'How can you love someone that treats you like a punching bag?!'

~'I don't know, I just...fell for him. It all happened so quickly...'~

'Ok, this is getting insane,' Ruki thought. 'I need some fresh air.'

She got up and grabbed the keys to her mother's car, something she ordinarily wouldn't do without asking for permission. But this wasn't an ordinary time, and she desperately felt the need to escape.

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The paper bag filled with his drinks and other necessities was feeling a little heavy, but Bakura hardly noticed. His mind was preoccupied on other things.

'I wonder if I hadn't left that night just to drink, Ryou might still be a boy, and alive. But would anything be different? Would I still be afraid to tell him those three little words?'

A loud revving engine broke his train of thought, and his head snapped up and widened when he saw a car racing towards him without stopping. Quickly he jump back onto the sidewalk, just in time as the car zoomed by him.

"Watch where you're going, you fucking lousy driver!!" he yelled loudly after the car, only to get a middle finger in response. He death-glared it until it screeched around a corner, startling more pedestrians that were walking in the street.

"What the hell's his problem?" he grumbled, walking up to the house. Little did he know that the driver of that car, was actually Ruki.

She pushed the gas pedal harder, and watched as the needle on the speed dial reach 88 miles per hour. People and houses were flashing by, and various things were being yelled at her as she went by. But why should she care what they thought? All she wanted to do right now was escape, to somewhere far away, like America, or Europe, anywhere in the world!

~'No, stay here, please...'~

'You're just a stupid little voice that just suddenly appeared one day,' she snapped. 'I'm not ever going to listen to you.'

~'But...'~

'I said no!!!'

"Hey, watch out kid!!"

Ruki gasped as she saw a little boy, only about four, running to retrieve a soccer ball that had rolled into the streeet. Her hands jerked at the wheel, and she narrowly avoided the kid. But now her car was headed straight for a telephone pole, and she desperately tried to hit the brakes.

A squeal, a scream, then silence.

Bakura got goosebumps when he felt a chill in the air, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight. Something was wrong, very wrong. Probably the last time he had felt this kind of vibe was the night when...

"Ryou...Ruki,"he whispered. He immediately grabbed a jacket and headed out the door, determined to look for his hikari's reincarnation.

"Hey, did you hear? Some chick wrapped her car around a telephone pole. It's not a pretty sight," he heard someone say. Immediately a small wave of panic washed over him, then he tried calming himself by saying that it might not even be Ruki.

After listening to several more conversations, he finally found the crash site. There were police officiers and medical teams all over the place, and a yellow tape separated them from everyone else. Bakura managed to squeeze his way through the crowd, his heart beating painfully in his heart.

'Please don't let it be Ruki...I don't think I could bear it if my hikari died again.'

There was a body on the stretcher, a blanket covering over top of it. One of the physicians pulled back the bit that was covering the face, then covered it back up again. That brief look was enough to tell Bakura that it was indeed the white-hair girl that resembled his hikari so much.

"No, Ryou, I've lost you again..."

"We told you that she would die soon, Bakura."

He whirled around quickly, and frowned when he saw the two robed girls again, the ones that had talked to him last night. Why were they still in costumes?

"What are you doing here?"

"We're just doing our job, Bakura, and nothing more. You're lucky, not most people get a warning from us," the girl on the right said, her voice slightly muffled from the hood that hung around her face.

Something sparked in Bakura's mind, and he narrowed his eyes. "Are you somehow related to Ruki's death?"

"In one way, yes. But only minorly."

"Who are you? Show your faces, so that I can have the great pleasure of watching you two scream and writhe in pain," he growled. The girl on the left clicked her tongue and shook her finger.

"Now that's not a very polite way to ask. Say it again nicely, and we might just do it."

"Take those bloody hoods off, now."

Without a word, the two girls pushed the hoods back, letting them fall down their backs. Bakura blinked, then rubbed his eyes just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. They were twins, identical down to the last strand of jet-black hair. They both had pale faces, and silver eyes that seemed to gleam and dance in the dim flashing light. They were pretty, in a black widow sort of way. However, one had a more serious and grim look on her face, while the other one smiled easily and seemed to enjoy the look on Bakura's face.

"If that's all you want Bakura, we must get going. We're very busy tonight," the serious girl said, starting to walk away from the crash scene.

"Wait! What are your names?!" he called after her. The more cheerful girl giggled.

"You find out soon enough, Bakura. Until then, sleep well." She winked, then skipped away, catching up to her sister easily. Bakura frowned heavily.

Sleep well? What the hell did that mean? Were those two wackos going to sneak into his house and scare him in his sleep? Ridiculous!

But that did sound good, to get some sleep now. Maybe he could forget this recent sorrow and drown it in a sea of beer. Bakura yawned, then checked his watch. Two o' clock in the morning. Tiredly he started walking back to his house, his eyelids heavy and drooping.

When he finally reached his front door, he stumbled through it. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was lie down and rest. Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to the couch, flopped down, and almost immediately drifted off to sleep.

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He lied down onto his back and stared into the shadows. That was the only thing he wanted to do, look at the endless dark abyss. The darkness seemed to be his only friend that would stay forever, unlike other things in life. His life was getting downright depressing. He could never seem to save his hikari in time, no matter what form Ryou was in. And even if he did manage to save him once, Ryou probably wouldn't even love him, not in his current drunken state.

"Bakura!! Are you all right?! If you are, please help me!!" a faint voice cried out from behind him.

"No...stop tormenting me, koi," Bakura whispered, his eyes closed and his mind far away. "It hurts to think of you, Ryou."

"Stop struggling, you'll get to him fast enough," a slightly familiar voice said, sounding tired and annoyed at the same time.

Bakura stirred, and his eyes opened halfway. Huh? How'd she get here?

"A-Are you going to do something to us?"

"We aren't going to harm you two...much."

"Bakura!!!!"

He sounded half hysterical, and half pleading. Bakura felt his heart give a painful twinge, and started to sit up.

"Damn it, hold still!!" There was a muffled slam, like when a fist punches a body, and then the sound of running. Bakura got up quick enough to catch a glimpse of his hikari running towards him, with a familiar robed girl sprawled on her back, rubbing her cheek gingerly.

"Ow, stupid boy. Punched me in the face...definetely gonna have a mark tomorrow."

Ryou quickly collided into his arms, trembling and whimpering. His yami looked down at him dazedly, not really knowing what had just happened and wondering if this was a dream. But it was so nice to have his hikari back with him, so close to his body. So he just held him tightly in his arms, backing away and scowling as the black-haired girl stiffly got up. She frowned for a minute, disoriented and a little confused, then glanced quickly at the pair.

"I was only kidding, Ryou. My sister and I aren't going to do anything to you two. We're just trying to help."

"Help?!" Bakura snapped, tightly holding his still shaking hikari close. "You help him by killing Ruki?!"

"He was trapped in that girl's body, and if it wasn't for me and my sister's help, they would of both suffered great agony, subconciously knowing that they're not supposed to be this way," she replied, her silver eyes narrowed and her arms crossed over her chest.

"So you killed an innocent just to free Ryou?! What kind of sick freaks are you?!" he practically screamed.

"You have Ryou back now, don't you?" Her voice had suddenly changed, and it was softer and gentle, like a mother's soothing voice. Bakura froze, then looked down into the warm dark brown gaze of his lighter half, his soulmate. His love.

His body relaxed, and he felt his anger and confusion start to melt away. "Yes, I do."

"Good, because that is what my sister and I have been trying to accomplish for the past few weeks." She started walk towards the crumbling ruins of the castle, then paused and beckoned for the two to follow her. "However, the task is only half completed. Follow me, and the other half shall be finished."

Giving her a perplexed look, Bakura started to walk behind her, finally letting go of Ryou and letting him walk next to him. Ryou shyly looked at him, marvelling at how he acted.

'It actually seemed like he cares about me. And the way he looked at me, his eyes were a whirl of emotions. Anger (probably at that girl), and...a sort of tender feeling, that I can't quite put my finger on. But whatever it is, it's strong...'

"Ryou?"

"Yes, Bakura?"

"...I'm really glad your back," he said softly, his left hand reaching out and gently grasping Ryou's. His touch was like fire, or electricity, racing through his body. It was so unlike the Bakura he had known before, but he liked this.

"It's good to be back, and with you..."

The last remark was said so softly it could be barely heard, but it was carried through the hall by the passing wind, reaching the odd girl's ear. She smiled and pushed open a door, leading into a neat workshop filled with herbs and a few magical tools needed. Sitting on a stool, reading a rather large leatherbound book, was the girl's twin, wearing a deep blue robe with silver embroidery at the edges. She looked up, then grinned delightedly when she saw the two boys.

"Excellent, Grim, you found our new houseguests!!"

She rolled her eyes, then rubbed her injured cheek again. "Yea, but now I'm gonna have a sore jaw for a day or so, Reaper."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to punch you," Ryou apoligized softly. Grim waved her hand carelessly at him.

"It's ok, I've had worse. Besides, I always have Reaper here to heal me."

The girl, apparently known as Reaper, inspected it carefully and then used a fingertip to write something there, mutturing something. The bruise glowed brightly for a second, then faded away to nothing, and Grim sighed.

"Thanks, Reaper, that feel's a lot better."

"Hey, that's nothing compared to the other stuff we've gotten," Reaper pointed out, hopping off of her stool and stretching a little. When she was done, she beckoned for them to follow her.

"Come on, you probably want an explanation for what's been going on lately, and I promise me and Grim will give it to ya in the library."

"How do we know that this isn't some sort of trap?" Bakura asked suspiciously.

"How do we know that you want our help to bring back Ryou?" she countered. "That's the thing, Bakura, you must trust us if we're to help you."

He scowled, but followed her anyway into a cozy room filled with books and leather chairs, and a fire cheerfully crackling in the fireplace. Grim was already seated, taking a sip out of a steaming mug.

"Want some tea? It's really good," she calmly offered, pouring out a cup and handing it to Reaper. Bakura shook his head, but Ryou shyly asked for a cup.

"I don't mean to be rude, but what's all of this about?" Bakura said stiffly, rubbing the arm of the leather chair with a finger. Grim sighed deeply and put down her empty mug, resettling herself in the chair.

"It's a long story, but it's worth it, I promise."

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AR: Yep, cuttin' ya off right there is kinda a cliffie, but this chapter's getting long, and it's late.

Diane: ~.~ ZzZzZzZzZz....

AR: She sleeps like a boulder!!

Diane: *mumbles* Ryou's mine, no takies...

AR: See what I mean? Well, plz review, no flames, and ja ne!! Next chappie'll be up soon!!