Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Reasons to Come Back to Me ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

"Ryou." Bakura whispered softly into the cold room. Reaching over to where he knew that Ryou was lying, Bakura moved closer to the source of his prior shared body heat. Unable to find Ryou, Bakura opened his eyes and looked over at where he had assumed Ryou would be. There was no one where and Bakura sat up in his bed, looking around for traces of his other half. Only then did he realize that he was not in his own bed but in a hotel room.
Shaking his head at his own stupidity, Bakura climbed out of bed and put fresh clothes on. From there, he went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Looking at his own reflection, Bakura noted that he looked much more rested than he had for a long time. Apparently the hallocination he had allowed himself to believe had allowed him to sleep much better than he had for a long time.
Making sure his sketch book was inside of his bag, Bakura headed down the stairs to the main lobby. He wanted to check the phones one more time before he left for the next town. He had an urge to hear Ryou's voice right now that was stronger than any of the other urges he had felt for a long time.
"Did you have a good sleep?" The girl at the desk asked as she saw him. "I hope that you found everything to your satisfaction."
"Yes." Bakura said simply, not really paying her much attention. "Are the phones up yet?"
"No. I'm sorry." She replied with an apologetic smile on her face. "The offer to use my cell phone though is still open."
"No thanks. I'll just go to the next town and phone from there." Bakura replied and pulled out some money. "Will this be enough?"
"Yes, thank you." She smiled and took some of the money and put it in the cash register. "I would go passed the next town actually. There is a huge parade going on down there and there's royality there and everything. I doubt that there would be any where quiet for you to make the call and all of the hotels with undoubtably be full."
"I'll find a way." Bakura replied and then grabbed his stuff and headed to his motorcyle.
He didn't care if there was a pack of wild wolves guarding the town. He was going to make the phone call to Ryou tonight and there was no way that was going to happen if he had to go two towns away.
Three hours later he pulled into the next town and was shocked to see what was there. There wasn't a single inch of the entire town that he could see that wasn't in a bright festive colour. Obviously that girl from the hotel had been right. There wasn't going to be any hotels here but at least he could find a phone. Even a five minute call to his hikari would be enough to do him over for the six hour drive it was from this town to the next.
Parking in the outskirts of the town, Bakura grabbed his bag and then pushed his way into the crowd. He would just make his way across town and over there would be free pay phones that weren't surrounded by people. After all, there was no way that this festival actually did spread all the way across the town. He would just have to find the part of the town that this stupid parade hadn't taken over and then all would be well.
As he walked through the crowds he saw dozens of people will expensive jewellery. Rolling his eyes, he continued on his way. This would way too easy for a pickpocket. All they would have to do is reach out and the jewellery would just come along with them and in this size of a crowd, who would notice you doing it?
Bakura however didn't have the time to take anything off any of these women and so continued to push his way through the crowd. He wanted to phone Ryou now. He didn't know why his urge was so high but he knew that he needed to do it immediately.
He was probably just feeling lonely and wanted to hear the reassurance of Ryou's voice but he didn't think so. There was something really wrong and he had to get to a phone now.
Bakura pushed his way through the crowds for about half an hour before he got fed up with the entire thing. Surely people could stop moving around and let him through. It almost seemed like they were trying to step in front of him when he tried to walk through. It was almost like they were trying to piss him off.
Taking a deep breath, Bakura moved to get around a rather large lady who moved in front of the way that he planned to go. When Bakura switched directions, she did too. Rolling his eyes, Bakura stood back for a minute to let her go where she wanted to without cutting Bakura off but Bakura found that she didn't even move. Well at least until Bakura tried to move passed again then she quickly started to move again.
Bakura growled and muttered a quick 'excuse me' in the local language and he tried to move passed again only to find that she moved in front of him once again. Getting frusterated rather quickly, Bakura decided to turn and go completely around her. The only problem was, she seemed intent on bugging him because she seemed to have the same idea too.
Except when she moved to cut him off this time, he jogged behind her and finally got passed her. Only to find a solid wall of people in front of him with absolutely no gaps.
Growling loudly now, Bakura moved towards him, asking politely for them to move but they all seemed to ignore him completely. Completely frusterated, Bakura pushed his way through them and at the same time, grabbed one of the womens' rather expensive necklace and slipped it into his pocket.
Served them right for not moving, he thought.
He finally managed to get to the outskirts of the parade, after another half an hour and began to look around for a pay phone. He found one and was heading towards it when he was grabbed from behind.
Bakura turned around to see that he was looking directly into the eyes of a police officer. Feeling someone slip the necklace out of his pocket and hold it up, Bakura closed his eyes. He had been caught by those stupid women who would have never been robbed by him at all if they would have just let him passed.
'You're under arrest.' The police officer muttered in his local language and Bakura sighed. He should have known better than to try and pickpocket any of these ladies.
Bakura didn't protest when they put handcuffs on him and brought him to the local police station. However he did protest when they ignored him as he asked for his free phone call. Apparently there was no such thing in this country. Bakura sighed and sat down in the corner of the cell, sending a glare at the only other person in it who stopped trying to come over to them.
'Here, you can have this.' A different police officer told him as he threw his sketch book into the cell.
Bakura took it and opened it, needing to at least see the drawings of Ryou. He opened it and dropped it in shock.
Ryou's face was gone.
Not just erased, if it had been erased there would be telltale signs like the odd line that came from Bakura pressing too hard on parts of it but there was nothing.
Something was really wrong and there was nothing that Bakura could do from the inside of this jail cell.
TBC