Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Wish Upon a Star ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Hi guys! Sorry to took me an eternity to get this chapter up, but I had a permanent case of writers blockfor a few months. Ihope this chapter isworth the wait. I'll try to get the next one up sooner.

 

Chapter 8

 

He took the dark cloak from the moist, green ground and looked down at the bloody body beneath it. He chuckled almost maliciously and smiled, “That's what you get for being in my way and for taking him away from me.”

 

He wrapped the heavy cloak around himself and pulled the hood over his head. “Now,” he began stepping forward leaving a foot print in the mud, “I'll take care of you.” He cracked his knuckles quietly and made his way to the corner of the small shed-like house.

 

Peeking along the wall he spotted a man standing there against it talking quietly with the smiling man in front of him. “He's locked up in there; we don't have to worry.” He smiled and crossed his arms behind his head, “Yeah. They'll never find us here; why'd you think we picked this spot anyway?”

 

They both laughed loudly, almost drunkenly. It was obvious that they did not expect any surprise like the one they were on the verge of experiencing. Bakura chuckled to himself and smiled, “Oh really?”

 

He held the dagger hanging heavy from his belt close to his side and made his way around to corner. They saw him at once and both asked, “Who are you?” in unison. They looked him over quietly and one reached for a gun hanging from his side.

 

Bakura smiled and chuckled again taking the dagger from its sheathe, “You fool,” he whispered jabbing forward; the blade facing the man. He shifted on his feet and knocked the men down both in one powerful lunge.

 

“What are you-?” one of the men sitting upright mud asked him quietly before opening his eyes wide as he realized what was happening. “You,” he gasped to the man beside him, “Go get help; we've been found.” He took a deep breath and took his gun from his side, “Go now!”

 

Bakura paid no attention to the man hastily making his way through the bushes and trees, “Do you really think I care about what happens to you? Whether you live or die means nothing to me; all I want is to have Ryou back.” He knelt and punched the man still sitting there as hard as possible.

 

The man lay there unconscious; the gun resting beside his hand.

 

Bakura smiled and kicked the fragile door open, “Sooner or later I'll have to kill you or else this'll happen again.” He shook his head and stepped into the wide room. “Ryou,” he whispered forcefully taking another step into the room, “Ryou?”

 

“Bakura.”

 

He heard Ryou's beautiful voice calling from the other side of the room and spun around on his heels. “Ryou,” he whispered reaching forward as he saw him in chains against the wall. He took long strides to the wall and looked around cautiously, “Are you alright?” He asked brushing strands of hair from his forehead, “I looked everywhere for you.”

 

“You did?” Ryou coughed and looked down, “I'm sorry.” He leaned into Bakura's touch and smiled, “But I'm fine,” he whispered.

 

Bakura smiled and nodded, “Good; now we'll need to get you out of here,” he looked around and frowned, “Do you know where the key to this lock is?” he asked wrapping his fingers around the lock hanging from the chains.

 

Ryou shook his head, “They took it,” he whispered leaning as far forward as possible, “Are you angry?” he asked trying to jerk his hand away from the wall.

 

“Why would I be?” Bakura asked placing his hand over Ryou's softly, “I couldn't be angry with you. It wasn't your fault.” He breathed deep and smiled, “I'll get you out of here, I promise.”

 

“How can you promise something like that?” Ryou asked tears burning his eyes, “What if you can't find the key?” He looked up at Bakura through hazy eyes and frowned, “What if-?”

 

Bakura cut off the sentence and pressed his lips softly to Ryou's, “You don't have to worry,” he whispered and stood abruptly, “I'll protect you.”

 

Ryou sat motionless, stunned by what Bakura had done, “Alright,” he forced out as he let his body relax, “I trust you.” He looked up and smiled, “Well?”

 

Bakura nodded and took the chain into his hand. He pulled it sharply and squinted as it clanked, but stood sturdy. He sighed and looked at Ryou again, “This could hurt you,” he whispered pulling the chain again. He got the same response.

 

“Can you get it?” Ryou asked closing his eyes tightly. He saw Bakura shake his head and looked down, “Then what can we do?” he asked pulling at the chains around his wrists.

 

“I'll try one more time, using all I've got,” Bakura gritted his teeth and pulled the chain one last time and sent it falling to the ground. He looked down at Ryou and smiled, “See?”

 

Ryou smiled and nodded rubbing his wrists. He looked around and then back at Bakura, “We should get out of here, quickly,” he gasped and reached out for Bakura's hand, “Help me?”

 

“Of course,” Bakura answered taking his hand and helping him stand straight. He picked him up and held him close as he made his way to the door, “Will you be alright?” he asked softly, stepping out the door slowly.

 

Ryou nodded and snuggled against Bakura's chest, “I'll be fine; you're here,” he answered holding tight to Bakura with one hand resting on the arm beneath him. He looked up at him and smiled reassuringly, “Go on, I'm fine here.”

 

Bakura nodded and took long strides into the wooded forest. He slowly pushed branches out of the way and continued until he reached the dirt road. Checking the road for any signs of others he stepped out onto it and began to make a steady pace toward the park. He smiled to himself as he reached the green grass of the park.

 

Holding Ryou closer to keep him from the cold Bakura walked into the park slowly and looked around. It was a normal day, countless children ran around the park in groups and parents sat talking. He took a step into the park and smiled down to Ryou, but closed his eyes as he realized that Ryou had fallen asleep.

 

He walked on until he reached the front door to the house he had been away from for almost four days now. He opened the door and nearly dropped Ryou as he saw the sight in the living room.

 

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“How could you let them get away you insolent fool?” the man took a swing at the boy behind him and gritted his teeth, “You stupid boy, how could you let something like this happen? It was perfect.” He stood with his back to the boy and frowned folding his hand into a tight fist.

 

The boy looked up at him shaken with fear, “You- you don't understand,” he started, “Someone came up to us with a dagger; we couldn't do anything.” He stopped himself and looked down, “I'm sorry, sir.”

 

The man looked over his shoulder and shook his head, “Next time this happens you'll regret the day you joined us,” he said softly, “You've let this happen far too many times; I can't just forget about it.” He took his gun from his side and placed a finger on the trigger.

 

“P- please,” the boy stuttered holding out his hands to ask for mercy, “Don't do that, I'll show you I can do this. Give me one more chance, sir, please.” He looked down between his arms and frowned, “If you'll just give me one more assignment I'll show you.”

 

“I've given you too many chances as it is,” the man whispered turning and holding the gun to the boy's forehead, “There are no more chances I can give you.” He sighed.

 

“You don't have to kill him.”

 

The man looked up and smiled, “Jonouchi,” he said lowering the gun slowly, “Why are you here so early?” he asked chuckling, “You weren't supposed to be here until later.”

 

Jonouchi took a step forward and sighed, “I had nothing else to do,” he said taking another step forward, “The kid might be of some use to us. So they came and got him, huh?”

 

The man nodded solemnly and said, “Our plan is ruined.”

 

“Not quite,” Jonouchi said slowly taking a step forward and kicking the boy still on the floor, “Hey, I have an assignment for you, kid.” He said standing straight and smiling mischievously.

 

The boy looked up and smiled, “Really? What?” he asked eagerly turning to look at Jonouchi. His eyes gleamed and his hands rested on the hard wooden floor, “Whatever you want me to do, sir.”

 

Jonouchi smiled and nodded, “Good boy,” he said taking the gun from the man, “You're going to get him back for us, got it?” he asked shifting the gun in to a more comfortable position in his hand.

 

“Got it, got it,” the boy stammered sitting up straight, “I'll get right on it.” He stood and took a step forward; he stopped when Jonouchi held an arm out to stop him.

 

“Oh, no,” He said holding the boy back, “You can't go now; they'll be expecting it.” He took a step forward and tucked the gun into his belt, “You'll have to wait a while.”

 

The boy nodded, “How long?” he asked looking back at Jonouchi's head.

 

“Not long,” Jonouchi started, “Not long at all.”

 

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Yugi kept his eyes locked on the tall hospital as he ran down the dark, wet street. His clothes were soaked from the puddles beneath his feet. “Why now?” he panted, “Why did this have to happen?” His footsteps slowed; he felt the weight of gravity on his shoulders.

 

He stopped leaning forward, his hands resting on his knees, and frowned as he realized how far away the building was. He sighed and looked over his shoulder, “Yami,” he whispered searching through the darkness, “I need you for this.”

 

His heart beat hastened; he pushed his legs to move. They ached; he could feel them trembling beneath him, about to give away. He stopped leaning against the hard brick wall beside him; looking up he sighed again, “Why can't I just move faster?” he asked himself.

 

The building seemed to move farther away instead of coming closer. Yugi shook his head bending over to rest is hands on his knees; it was too far away, just too far away. He looked over his shoulder and frowned; he couldn't go home now.

 

He looked up at the sky; it was dark, black covered by the dismal storm clouds. The wind blew strong against his back; he shivered wrapping his slender arms around himself, “I wonder,” he thought aloud, “If it'll snow tonight.”

 

He heard the roar of a car, a long car, speeding through the streets and took a step nearer to the brick wall. The puddles splashed beneath his feet; he stopped hearing the car stop beside him and looked into the blinding headlights.

 

Shading his eyes with the back of his hand he glanced back at the car, “Kaiba?” he whispered, “Again?” He stopped and waited as the car moved forward slowly until the last door stood in front of him.

 

The door opened and a small figure jumped out of the car, “Yugi,” the voice was low, but still childish, “You're soaked. Why don't you hop in the car with us; we can drive you to the hospital to see Honda. Seto told me all about what happened; I couldn't believe it.”

 

“Mokuba?” Yugi asked straining his eyes to see in the darkness, “Is that you?” He extended his arm to touch the figure standing in front of him, but stopped hearing it laugh.

 

“Of course,” it laughed tugging Yugi's shirt, “Come on, if you don't you'll only get wetter. Seto says it's going to rain soon, and it's going to be harder than the last one. Let's go.” He tugged harder on Yugi's shirt nearly ripping it at the seams and pulled him into the large backseat of the limo.

 

The door was closed abruptly giving Yugi no chance of escape, “Alright,” he whispered watching the land fly by as the car began to move, “Everything will be fine.” He looked along the seat and frowned seeing Seto Kaiba sitting against the door, perfect posture. Sighing he lay his head against the seat. He could hear Mokuba talking to Kaiba loudly, laughing after every sentence.

 

“Mokuba,” Kaiba finally spoke up as they entered the large parking lot, “Shhhh,” he hushed his little brother ruffling his hair and motioning to the driver to make a left turn.

 

Yugi watched them as they talked quietly about something that sounded like the park on Saturday, but he couldn't be certain. The car came to a stop and Kaiba glanced over at Yugi smiling slightly, “Well, are you going alone or should we go in with you?”

 

Blushing unnoticeably Yugi shook his head opening the car door, “I can do this myself, thank you, Kaiba. Besides, you're the one who did it.” The door slammed back into place with a loud clank; it stood open as Yugi walked angrily through transparent double doors into the large room. It was quiet; only one other person sat on a sofa lined against the white wall reading a magazine.

 

Yugi frowned and walked hesitantly to the counter, “Excuse me, mam,” he whispered to the woman behind it wishing he could turn away and run back to the safety and solitude of the warm limo, but he knew that was now only unsafe, but impossible.

 

“Yes?” she asked glancing up at him from the fashion magazine she hand in her hands. She blew a bubble from the gum in her mouth and frowned impatiently, “Come on kid, what do you want?” she asked tapping her fingernails one by one on the desk.

 

He smiled despite the annoyance he felt against her gum chewing and fingernail tapping, ”Um, I need to see someone,” he stuttered and leaned against the desk knowing she was only growing more impatient.

 

She gave him another impatient glare and said, “Who, kid? Would you hurry up? I'm busy.” She looked down at her magazine and frowned, “Come on kid, let's go or get out. I don't have time for stupid kids who just come in here to waste my time.”

 

“Tristan Taylor, mam,” he whispered hoping to be rid of her as soon as possible. He sighed seeing her shake her head and look down at the paper under her magazine.

 

“Room 212, kid,” she groaned picking up the magazine, “Go on, don't waste anymore of my time.” She waved him away and blew another bubble

 

Yugi nodded and walked down the white hallway passing white painted doors with numbers carved into them, “200,203,” he whispered to himself as he passed the numbers, “207, 209, 211,” he stopped in front of the next door and smiled reading the numbers, 212.

 

He reached for the door knob hastily, ready to leave the narrow airless hallway, “Honda,” he said quietly stepping into the room, “How do you feel?” he asked glancing at the boy in the white sheeted hospital bed.

 

“Oh,” Honda smiled and opened one eye, “I'm ok, my side hurts a-little and I've got a killer headache, but other than that I'm fine,” he said wriggling his fingers under the blanket, “How'd you get here so fast? Where's Yami?”

 

Yugi glanced down and smiled weakly, “Um, something happened when you got hit, Honda, Yami and I had a- a fight,” he stammered re-living the dreadful memory. “I- I rode here with K-Kaiba.”

 

Honda frowned noticing the anxiety blazing in his eyes like the summer sun, “Kaiba? Are you ok, Yugi? Did he do something to you?” He moved weakly toward Yugi and reached to tap his shoulder, “Yugi?”

 

“No, no, Honda, he didn't do anything to me,” he whispered turning away from the boy in the bed, “But, Y- Yami fought with me because he thought I “liked” Kaiba. Does it look like I like Kaiba? How could he possibly get that from me? I don't understand; do you?” He glanced over his shoulder at Honda and frowned, “Well? Do you?”

 

Honda nodded slowly, “Well, you do talk about him a lot; I was surprised that Yami went this long without saying something,” he squinted as pain shot through his side, “Ugh, Yugi, do you- do you like Kaiba?”

 

Yugi turned to him and frowned unsure of how to answer, “Well-,” he whispered, “I- I don't know, but I guess I'll have to find out…and soon.”