Return to the Light

Return to the Light

Summary: It’s been three years since Seto Kaiba left Domino. He now returns only to find his friends have gone down a dark path. After all they had done for him, Seto now feels that it’s up to him to bring his friends out of the darkness, and help them start over.

Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing.


Chapter 10-Vengeance


“He’s hurt.” Bakura whimpered. “Bad. He’s unconsious. We have to go to him.” Yami offered him a hand, and pulled his fellow spirit to his feet, as Yugi pulled on his shirt, and belt, followed by his jacket.

“Then let’s go. And hurry.”

“Where is he?” Yami asked. Bakura swallowed, looking more pale than usual.

“At a client’s house. Kuro. Something Kuro. Don’t remember his first name. But I do know where he lives. I went with him a few times. He…” Bakura stopped. “Let’s just go, okay?” He followed Yami and Yugi to the back door, since it still sounded like a riot out the front. Yami and Yugi led the way to their black Jeep.

“Hey! Yami! Yugi! Bakura!” they turned at the sound of their names.

“Malik!” Yugi called, waving, as Mailk and Marik walked up.

“Hey, how’s it hangin?”

“Barely.” Bakura snarled. “As in Ryou to his life. Let’s go.” HE leapt into the car, as Yami slid into the driver’s seat. Yugi took shotgun, and a curious pair of blonce Egyptians shoved in back with Bakura.

“What do you mean?” Marik asked.

“Ryou’s hurt.” Yugi said, fastening his seatbelt. The others did the same when Yami slammed down the gas pedal, roaring down the street at twenty over the speed limit. “He’s hurt bad.”

“Nani?!” Malik gasped. “How? When? Where?”

“Urursai, Malik-kun.” Bakura snarled, and started ticking things off on his fingers. “What: Ryou’s hurt. Who: A client named Kuro. When: Now. Where: Kuro’s house. Why: I don’t know. How: I don’t think I want to know.”

“Colonel Mustard in the Ballroom with the wrench!” Marik shouted, loudly. Everyone stared at him, Yami in the review mirror. “Uhh, never mind….” Marik grumbled.

“Poor, Ryou…” Malik murmured. They rode in silence, the only sound was Bakura, giving directions every now and then. They drove for half an hour.

“Here.” Bakura snarled, and leapt out of the car before it even stopped, as Yami parked on the front lawn; there were too many cars on the street. The five boys rushed up to the front doorstep, desperate to find their sixth. Bakura didn’t bother knocking, he kicked down the door, and burst inside. About a dozen men were sitting around the living room, drinking beers, and smoking crack. Malik and Marik paled; one of them was the man Marik had sold the drugs to earlier that evening. Bakura stormed into the middle of the room, siezed Kuro, and slammed him up against the wall.

“Where the hell is Ryou, you bastard?!? What the fuck did you do to him?!?” He screamed. Kuro blinked, blearily.

“Heheh!” One man chuckled. “That’s exactly what we did to him!” Bakura glared daggers at the man.

“Malik. The Rod.” Marik snarled. Malik handed it over. Marik held it up, and it glowed slightly. The men all blinked, and looked around. “There. That should sober them up a bit.” Marik said, smikring.

“I’ll ask again…” Bakura snarled to a now completely aware Kuro. “Where. Is. Ryou?” Kuro blinked, and went pale.

“He, he, I was gonna bring him back, but he was asleep, and I had guests, and he, but we, and I, I I….” He drifted off, staring at Bakura fearfully.

“Marik.” Bakura snapped. “The Rod.” Marik smirked, and twisted it, pulling out the dagger, which he handed to Bakura. Yami and Yugi just watched from the doorway, preventing some of the men from escaping, which they had been trying to do. Bakura placed the blade of the dagger to Kuro’s temple, and cut a stragith line down his cheek.

“Where is he!?” Bakura shouted.

“B-b-bedroom!” Kuro squeaked. Bakura dropped him to the floor, and stalked down the hall, Marik and Yami right behind him, leaving Yugi and Malik to handle the dozen bewildered men. Bakura slammed open the bedroom door, and stormed in. His eyes swept the room, looking desperately for his light. Marik and Yami started to enter the room after him, when Bakura gasped, and leapt back. He whirled, and pressed himself against the wall, his eyes hidden in his forearm, that was pressed against the wall. His teeth were clenched, and his breathing was ragged. Slowly, he lowered him arm, and turned back to the motionless body on the floor, covered from head to toe in sticky white fluids, stained crimson here and there. One pale hand was stretched out before him, resting on the Millennium Ring. Yami and Marik stepped into the room, and recoilled at the sight of Ryou as well. Yami stumbled back into Marik, who caught the Pharaoh, holding him upright when his knees buckled. He heard footsteps in the hall.

“Yami?” Yugi called. Marik propped a queasy Yami up against the wall, and stuck his head out the door.

“Go back, Yugi.” Marik said.

“What? Why?”

“You, you shouldn’t see this. Just trust me. Go.” Marik said, softly. Yugi knew that when Marik used that tone, it was serious.

“What? Ryou? Where’s Ryou? Marik! What happened?!” Yugi tried to shove by, frantic.

“Yugi, no!” Yami gasped, and shoved out of the room, past Marik. He stumbled, and Yugi caught him.

“Yami?”

“Oh, gods….” Yami moaned. “I think I’m gonna be sick…” And he rushed down the hall, and into a bathroom, a worried Yugi on his tail. Marik closed, and locked the bedroom door, not wanting Malik to see his fellow hikari.

“Bakura-kun?” Marik asked, softly. Bakura had knelt next to Ryou, and turned him over onto his back.

“He’s alive.” He said, softly. “thank Ra, he’s alive. Help me.” Bakura said, as he lifted Ryou up. Marik opened the bathroom door for Bakura. While Bakura washed Ryou, Marik gthered up the Millennium Ring, and Ryou’s clothes, before returning to the bthroom to help Bakura.

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“How bad is it?” Malik asked, over his shoulder, when Yugi helped Yami into the room. Yami collapsed into a chair. Yugi walked up to Malik, and stood by his side, eyeing the men that Malik was holding in the corner with his Millennium Rod. They looked at Yami, but kept their eyes on their prisoners.

“Bad.” Yami whispered. “Real bad.” He sighed, and put his head in his hands. He sat for a moment, then brought a fist down, slamming it into the cushion of the chair, by his thigh. “SHIMATTE!!!” He shouted, standing, and storming over to glare at the men in the corner, Sennen Eye blazing on his forehead. “What the hell did you do to him?!? You’re sick! All of you! I’d kill you right now, if I dared, but I know Bakura wants that pleasure.”

“Yeah, well, Bakura’s pleasure will have to wait.” Marik growled from the hall. “Pharaoh, Bakura wants you back there. Now.” Yami gave the frightened men another glare, then followed Marik back into the bedroom. Ryou, wet, but clean, was lying on the floor, wrapped in a clean blanket that Marik found in the closet. Bakura looked up.

“He’s hurt really bad. I need your help.” Bakura said, softly. Yami nodded, and knelt by Marik. The three yamis held their hands over Ryou and began chanting, softly, in Egyptian. A soft gold glow enveloped their hands, and Ryou, for a few seconds, then faded. The three yamis were sweating, and trying to catch their breath.

“That’s about all we can do for him.” Bakura gasped, and lifted Ryou, gently. Marik picked up Ryou’s clothes, and the Ring, and followed Bakura and Yami out to the living room. Bakura froze, at the sight of the men who had done this. He snarled, and passed Ryou to Yugi, who was nearest, vaguely thinking that if Yugi hadn’t had his growth spurt, and grown taller than Ryou, he probably would have dropped the pale hikari.

“You worthless, Ra damned good for nothing mother fucking dumbass peices of filth. You bastards. What kind of sick, twisted, drunken creeps would do this….” the men trembled in fear when Bakura began radiating dark energy, the Sennen Eye flashing into existence on his forehead. His hair lifted, and began swirling in the massive energy he was building up. Malik, Marik, and Yami backed away, nervously watching Bakura.

“By the gods….” Marik muttered. “Oh, shit….”

“M-marik?” Malik squeaked, unnerved by the immense power in Bakura.

“Ohhhh, fuck…. He’s gonna blow! Let’s get out of here!” Marik gasped, and snatched Ryou from the gawking Yugi, and ran out the front door. Malik grabbed Ryou’s things and the Rod, while Yami grabbed Yugi. And they ran. The got into the car, which Yami immediately backed off of the lawn. The drove half a block, then looked back.

It all started with a bright purple glow. Then, the house imploded on itself, with a massive roar. Then, with a flash, and huge explosion as it blew up, a towering purple mushroom cloud rising.

“By the Eyes of Anubis….” Marik gasped.

“Holy Isis, mother of Horus….” Yami muttered, staring in amazement.

“By the Dark Waters of Chaos…” Malik breathed.

“Holy shit!” Yugi squeaked.

“Unnnnhhhhhh……” Ryou moaned, from Marik’s arms in the backseat. Bakura’s figure emerged from the flames tht consumed what was left of the house, and stumbled down the street. Yami drove up next to him, and Malik threw the door open. Bakura leapt in.

“Step on it, Pharaoh.” He snapped. Yami didn’t hesitate to obey. Once they were safely on the highway, Bakura turned ot Marik. “Let me have him…” He pleaded, softly, like a mother beggin for her precious child. Marik passed Ryou to Bakura, who cradled him in his arms. Malik passed him the Ring, and he tied it around Ryou’s neck, and fed him energy through the Ring. Ryou stirred, and his eyes cracked open slightly.

“B-bakura-chan…..?” He mumbled, weakly.

“Shhhhh…. Hai. I’m here, koi. Rest. You’re safe now.” Bakura whispered. Ryou eyes slid closed, as he snuggled closer to his yami. Bakura held him tightly, and rocked him gently, crooning deep in his throat.

“Where are we going?” Marik asked Yami, quietly.

“To Kaiba.”

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I feel so bad for doing that to poor Ryou. I think I have some weird thing where I like to torture my favorite character. As in Ryou. Hmmmm…. I wonder why? Maybe because it’s so easy with him, and he seems to be so much more heartbreaking when in pain that any of the other characters. Oh well…

Next Chapter: Walk Away