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Rehabilitation
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.
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******YAOI WARNING********
Chapter 12-Rehabilitation
Bakura slowly opened his eyes. He moaned, and sat up looking around.
“….the hell?” He muttered. “Oh, yeah….” He looked beside him, at the empty bed. “…Ryou…” He sat straight up and looked around, alarmed. “Ryou?!”
“I’m right here.” A soft voice said. Bakura looked at the window. Ryou was seated on the window sill, wrapped in a bed sheet, watching the sun rise. Bakura stood, and walked over to him.
“Ryou…” He said, and pulled his light into his arms. “I’m so, so sorry…..”
“Doshite?” Ryou asked. “You didn’t do anything.”
“He hurt you.”
“You couldn’t have stopped them. They took the Ring.”
“I never should have let you go.”
“Shhhhh…. It was my decision.” Ryou said, soothingly.
“I got you into all of this in the first place.”
“But now you’re getting me out. I love you Bakura. Now, I am yours alone.” Bakura nodded, unable to form words, and kissed Ryou, lifting him into his arms, and carrying him back to bed. He lay Ryou down, frowning. He felt Ryou’s forehead.
“Shimatte….”
“Nan desu ka?”
“The fever has set in. You should have stayed in bed.” Bakura turned, and headed to the door.
“Bakura-chan!”
“Hai?”
“Stay with me?” Ryou pleaded. Bakura smiled, gently, opening the door.
“Hai.” He said, then stuck his head into the hall. “PHARAOH! GET IN HERE!!!” He roared, then hopped back in bed with Ryou. There was a thundering in the hall, and the door swung open. Yami led the mad rush, zipping up his pants, followed by Seto, tying the belt of his robe, and Marik close behind, in his underwear.
“Nan desu ka, Bakura-kun?” Yami asked, wildly.
“Ryou’s awake.” Bakura said, cheerfully. Yami blinked, and rolled his eyes, while Marik shoved by and climbed onto the bed, settling down by Bakura and Ryou.
“Hey, Ryou…” Marik said, kindly. “How are you?”
“Okay, I guess.” Ryou said, shrugging. “I’m a bit hungry.”
“I’m sure Yami can make you some soup.” Marik said, chuckling at Yami’s protesting sputter.
“I’ll do it.” Seto said, and left the room. Yami rubbed his forehead, silently praying for patience, before settling onto the bed with the others.
“How are you feeling, Ryou?” He asked. Ryou smiled, slightly, and snuggled closer when Bakura pulled him into his arms.
“Okay, I guess. I’m kinda stiff, and sore, but I take it that it’s thanks to you guys I’m not in more pain.” He smiled at Yami and Marik.
“What happened, Ryou?” Marik asked, gently. Ryou looked down.
“It was some guy’s birthday. I was the, er, ‘entertainment.’ They grabbed me as soon as I came, in, dragged me back to the bedroom, and took my clothes, and the Ring, and just, well, went at it, so to speak. There were around fifteen of them. They just kept taking turns, coming back to me, over and over again, and, I passed out. But, they just woke me up, and kept going. It, it hurt. A lot. Eventually, thy got bored, and left me alone. Thanks for coming to get me.”
“Of course.” Yami said. “How could we do anything else?” Ryou smiled, and snuggled even closer to Bakura. Bakura shifted, setting Ryou between his legs, letting him rest on the yami’s chest. Yami and Marik smiled, and shifted onto either side of Bakura, and each took one of Ryou’s sweaty hands, holding them comfortingly, as Ryou relaxed, and drifted into a fitful doze.
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“Two years…..” Yugi muttered. “Wasted.” He sighed, and looked down at his feet, as he walked down the gravel pathway in the gardens. Malik nodded, beside his fellow light.
“Well, thanks to Seto, we have a chance to start over. What are you going to do?”
“Re-open the Game Shop. You?”
“Don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t you help me and Yami out? It’ll be a paying job, until you find something better.” Yugi offered. Malik smiled.
“Thanks, Yugi. I might do that. You’re the best.” Yugi smiled up at the slightly taller boy. Malik smiled back, thinking of how puny Yugi had been when they first met. Yugi was almost as tall as Yami. Malik sighed, and looked up at the blossoms on a cherry tree. The wind blew, and the petals fell around the pair like snow. Yugi smiled, and held up his hand, catching one.
“I’ve worked the night shift for so long, I’ve forgotten what the day is like.” He mused, as he felt the softness of the delicate petal. Malik nodded.
“I know what you mean.” He said, and slowly settled down on the soft grass. Yugi smiled, sitting next to him.
“I don’t care what we told Seto.” Yugi said, suddenly. “I don’t know how we could have gone off and screwed up our lives like we did.”
“We were too delusional to realize our mistake.” Malik said, reclining back, folding his arms behind his head, watching the breeze stir the leaves above him. “Until it was too late.”
“I almost ended up like Ryou last night…..” Yugi said, after a lengthy pause.
“Huh?”
“Well, not exactly, but last night, there was riot at the club. I was dragged off of the stage. It was like a moshpit at a concert. Yami tried to help me, and I was dropped. I was being trampled. I could have been really hurt, or killed, if it weren’t for Bakura.” Malik nodded, soberly.
“We really got off track. I’m glad Seto came back…. And that he cares so much about us.” Yugi nodded, and lay next to Malik, staring into the branches of the tree they were reclining under.
“What now?” Yugi asked.
“We get our lives back together. Maybe I’ll go to college.”
“No offense, but I can’t see you doing that.” Yugi giggled. Malik grinned.
“No, I guess not. Marik and I have toyed with the idea of starting a dojo.”
“That would be cool.”
“Well, we’ll see, Yugi. We’ll see.”
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“Seto still hasn’t figured out how to work the microwave.” Mokuba giggled, and Joey snickered, as Seto fumed and cussed out the microwave.
“How long have ya’ had it again?” Joey asked. Mokuba grinned.
“Six months.”
“That’s really sad, Seto!”
“Urusai, chihuahua!” Seto snapped. Joey laughed, and took over making Ryou’s soup. When it was done, Seto took it upstairs. To his amusement, Ryou was asleep, as were Bakura, Marik, and Yami. He sighed, and took the soup back down stairs. When he got there, Tristan and Otogi had joined Joey and Mokuba in the kitchen. They were currently engaged in a tag-team duel. Joey and Mokuba were winning. Seto sighed.
“Where’s Yugi and Malik?” He asked.
“Yuug an the beach boy went outside.”
“Beach boy?”
“Yeah. He’s tan, and he’s got sun-bleached hair. He’s a beach boy.” Joey explained. Malik strode in at that moment, singing.
“Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya to Bermuda, Bahamas, come on, pretty Mama, Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we got down to Kokomo, we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow, Thaaat’s where we wanna go-o-o-o….. Way down to Kokomo….”
“What the hell are you babblin’ about?” Tristan asked Malik as the boy moved around the kitchen, twisting his body to the song he was singing. Mokuba chuckled.
“It’s a song called Kokomo.” He said. “By a band called the Beach Boys.” Joey froze, and looked up at Malik, who was smirking.
“I don’t know what’s scarier, Malik singing something by some guys called the Beach Boys, or Mokuba bein’ able to tell us what the song is called, and who it’s by…..” Otogi mumbled. Malik laughed, grabbed a banana, and walked out of the kitchen, still singing.
“We’ll put out to sea….. and we’ll perfect our chemistry, by and by we’ll defy, and little bit of gravity….. bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand, we’ll be falling in love, to the rhythm of a steel drum band, down in Kokomo, Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya…..” His voice faded down the hall. Seto sighed, and shook his head, while Joey played Jinzo. A few minutes later, Marik wandered in, and looked around. He saw the cold bowl of soup, popped it into the microwave, stole some goldfish crackers from the pantry, and left with the soup. Set blinked, and followed him.
“Marik! What are you doing?”
“Ryou’s hungry.”
“He was asleep.”
“He’s awake now.” Marik said, shrugging, and entered the guestroom. He froze, and stared, blinking. Ryou was pressed against the headboard, with wide eyes, staring at Yami and Bakura. Seto stared at the yamies.
“Uhhh….. What are you doing?” He asked. Yami and Bakura froze, and looked up. Yami was on his stomach on the bed, Bakura sitting on his back, holding the Pharaoh in a headlock. Yami had one hand fisted in Baura’sBakura's hair, and the other grabbing his face, a finger poking the tomb robber in the eye, one finger in his nose, and one in his mouth. Ryou whimpered.
“Bakura, let go of Yami….” The hikari whined.
“Yami, let go of Bakura.” Marik snarled. The two yamies slowly released one another, and Marik sat on the bed next to Ryou, giving him the bowl of soup. Ryou smiled, and took it.
“Arigato, Marik.” He said, softly, and Marik smiled, ruffling Ryou’s hair affectionately.
“You’re welcome, Ryou.” He said. “Bakura, get your skinny ass over here and take care of your hikari.”
“MY ass is skinny?!” Bakura snapped. “What about the Pharaoh?”
“Leave my ass out of this discussion.” Yami snapped, and stomped out of the room, rubbing his neck. Set sighed, and followed.
“But it’s such a nice ass…..” Yami stuck his head back in the room, and stared, wide eyed. Every one stared at Ryou, who blushed furiously. He hid his face in his hands. “I SO did not just say that……” Ryou moaned.
“Well, what do you know… your hikari thinks I’m sexy, Bakura….” Yami bragged, grinning at an annoyed tomb robber.”
“Go away, Yami…..” Bakura snarled. The pharaoh left the room, chuckling. “Ryou, what the hell has come over you?”
“He’s sick, Bakura.” Marik said, relaxing against the headboard next to Ryou, putting his arm around the hikari’s shoulders. “Leave him alone. Go torment Malik and Yugi. Ryou and I will….. bond.” Ryou blinked, and looked at Marik, the shrugged, and continued with his soup. Bakura rolled his yes, and decided to go torment Yugi and Malik like Marik had suggested. He found them napping under a tree outside. He smirked. There was a banana peel lying next to Malik. Bakura grinned, and knelt, untying their sneakers, the re-tying them….. to each other. Then, he looked around.
“Heh…. The garden hose….” He muttered, and unrolled the hose, then turned it on. He bent it, so the water couldn’t come out, then approached the napping lights. He grinned, aimed the hose, and let go. The stream of water shot out, soaking the boys.
Malik and Yugi screamed, as the frigid water hit them. They sputtered and coughed as they inhaled water. Bakura lowered the hose, and the two tried to struggle to their feet. The immediately got tangled up, and promptly fell over. Bakura fell to his knees, laughing.
“Anubis take you, and Ammut devour you, you Ra forsaken soul stealer!!!!” Malik howled, and kicked off his shoes, pulling the dagger from the Millennium Rod.
“Uh-oh.” Bakura muttered, and still cackling with laughter, ran from the furious Ishtar. Yugi kicked off his shoes as well, and followed Malik, Sennen Eye blazing on his forehead.
“BAKURA! I’M GOING TO CRUSH YOUR MIND INTO SOMETHING UNRECOGNIZABLE!!!!”
“Oh, shit…..” Bakura squeaked, and ran faster.
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Uh-oh. Will Bakura escape the enraged hikari's? Will Seto ever learn to work the microwave? Is Ryou safe “Bonding” with Marik? Find out next time! Same ff website, same ff story!!!!
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.
******YAOI WARNING********
Chapter 12-Rehabilitation
Bakura slowly opened his eyes. He moaned, and sat up looking around.
“….the hell?” He muttered. “Oh, yeah….” He looked beside him, at the empty bed. “…Ryou…” He sat straight up and looked around, alarmed. “Ryou?!”
“I’m right here.” A soft voice said. Bakura looked at the window. Ryou was seated on the window sill, wrapped in a bed sheet, watching the sun rise. Bakura stood, and walked over to him.
“Ryou…” He said, and pulled his light into his arms. “I’m so, so sorry…..”
“Doshite?” Ryou asked. “You didn’t do anything.”
“He hurt you.”
“You couldn’t have stopped them. They took the Ring.”
“I never should have let you go.”
“Shhhhh…. It was my decision.” Ryou said, soothingly.
“I got you into all of this in the first place.”
“But now you’re getting me out. I love you Bakura. Now, I am yours alone.” Bakura nodded, unable to form words, and kissed Ryou, lifting him into his arms, and carrying him back to bed. He lay Ryou down, frowning. He felt Ryou’s forehead.
“Shimatte….”
“Nan desu ka?”
“The fever has set in. You should have stayed in bed.” Bakura turned, and headed to the door.
“Bakura-chan!”
“Hai?”
“Stay with me?” Ryou pleaded. Bakura smiled, gently, opening the door.
“Hai.” He said, then stuck his head into the hall. “PHARAOH! GET IN HERE!!!” He roared, then hopped back in bed with Ryou. There was a thundering in the hall, and the door swung open. Yami led the mad rush, zipping up his pants, followed by Seto, tying the belt of his robe, and Marik close behind, in his underwear.
“Nan desu ka, Bakura-kun?” Yami asked, wildly.
“Ryou’s awake.” Bakura said, cheerfully. Yami blinked, and rolled his eyes, while Marik shoved by and climbed onto the bed, settling down by Bakura and Ryou.
“Hey, Ryou…” Marik said, kindly. “How are you?”
“Okay, I guess.” Ryou said, shrugging. “I’m a bit hungry.”
“I’m sure Yami can make you some soup.” Marik said, chuckling at Yami’s protesting sputter.
“I’ll do it.” Seto said, and left the room. Yami rubbed his forehead, silently praying for patience, before settling onto the bed with the others.
“How are you feeling, Ryou?” He asked. Ryou smiled, slightly, and snuggled closer when Bakura pulled him into his arms.
“Okay, I guess. I’m kinda stiff, and sore, but I take it that it’s thanks to you guys I’m not in more pain.” He smiled at Yami and Marik.
“What happened, Ryou?” Marik asked, gently. Ryou looked down.
“It was some guy’s birthday. I was the, er, ‘entertainment.’ They grabbed me as soon as I came, in, dragged me back to the bedroom, and took my clothes, and the Ring, and just, well, went at it, so to speak. There were around fifteen of them. They just kept taking turns, coming back to me, over and over again, and, I passed out. But, they just woke me up, and kept going. It, it hurt. A lot. Eventually, thy got bored, and left me alone. Thanks for coming to get me.”
“Of course.” Yami said. “How could we do anything else?” Ryou smiled, and snuggled even closer to Bakura. Bakura shifted, setting Ryou between his legs, letting him rest on the yami’s chest. Yami and Marik smiled, and shifted onto either side of Bakura, and each took one of Ryou’s sweaty hands, holding them comfortingly, as Ryou relaxed, and drifted into a fitful doze.
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“Two years…..” Yugi muttered. “Wasted.” He sighed, and looked down at his feet, as he walked down the gravel pathway in the gardens. Malik nodded, beside his fellow light.
“Well, thanks to Seto, we have a chance to start over. What are you going to do?”
“Re-open the Game Shop. You?”
“Don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t you help me and Yami out? It’ll be a paying job, until you find something better.” Yugi offered. Malik smiled.
“Thanks, Yugi. I might do that. You’re the best.” Yugi smiled up at the slightly taller boy. Malik smiled back, thinking of how puny Yugi had been when they first met. Yugi was almost as tall as Yami. Malik sighed, and looked up at the blossoms on a cherry tree. The wind blew, and the petals fell around the pair like snow. Yugi smiled, and held up his hand, catching one.
“I’ve worked the night shift for so long, I’ve forgotten what the day is like.” He mused, as he felt the softness of the delicate petal. Malik nodded.
“I know what you mean.” He said, and slowly settled down on the soft grass. Yugi smiled, sitting next to him.
“I don’t care what we told Seto.” Yugi said, suddenly. “I don’t know how we could have gone off and screwed up our lives like we did.”
“We were too delusional to realize our mistake.” Malik said, reclining back, folding his arms behind his head, watching the breeze stir the leaves above him. “Until it was too late.”
“I almost ended up like Ryou last night…..” Yugi said, after a lengthy pause.
“Huh?”
“Well, not exactly, but last night, there was riot at the club. I was dragged off of the stage. It was like a moshpit at a concert. Yami tried to help me, and I was dropped. I was being trampled. I could have been really hurt, or killed, if it weren’t for Bakura.” Malik nodded, soberly.
“We really got off track. I’m glad Seto came back…. And that he cares so much about us.” Yugi nodded, and lay next to Malik, staring into the branches of the tree they were reclining under.
“What now?” Yugi asked.
“We get our lives back together. Maybe I’ll go to college.”
“No offense, but I can’t see you doing that.” Yugi giggled. Malik grinned.
“No, I guess not. Marik and I have toyed with the idea of starting a dojo.”
“That would be cool.”
“Well, we’ll see, Yugi. We’ll see.”
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“Seto still hasn’t figured out how to work the microwave.” Mokuba giggled, and Joey snickered, as Seto fumed and cussed out the microwave.
“How long have ya’ had it again?” Joey asked. Mokuba grinned.
“Six months.”
“That’s really sad, Seto!”
“Urusai, chihuahua!” Seto snapped. Joey laughed, and took over making Ryou’s soup. When it was done, Seto took it upstairs. To his amusement, Ryou was asleep, as were Bakura, Marik, and Yami. He sighed, and took the soup back down stairs. When he got there, Tristan and Otogi had joined Joey and Mokuba in the kitchen. They were currently engaged in a tag-team duel. Joey and Mokuba were winning. Seto sighed.
“Where’s Yugi and Malik?” He asked.
“Yuug an the beach boy went outside.”
“Beach boy?”
“Yeah. He’s tan, and he’s got sun-bleached hair. He’s a beach boy.” Joey explained. Malik strode in at that moment, singing.
“Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya to Bermuda, Bahamas, come on, pretty Mama, Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we got down to Kokomo, we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow, Thaaat’s where we wanna go-o-o-o….. Way down to Kokomo….”
“What the hell are you babblin’ about?” Tristan asked Malik as the boy moved around the kitchen, twisting his body to the song he was singing. Mokuba chuckled.
“It’s a song called Kokomo.” He said. “By a band called the Beach Boys.” Joey froze, and looked up at Malik, who was smirking.
“I don’t know what’s scarier, Malik singing something by some guys called the Beach Boys, or Mokuba bein’ able to tell us what the song is called, and who it’s by…..” Otogi mumbled. Malik laughed, grabbed a banana, and walked out of the kitchen, still singing.
“We’ll put out to sea….. and we’ll perfect our chemistry, by and by we’ll defy, and little bit of gravity….. bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand, we’ll be falling in love, to the rhythm of a steel drum band, down in Kokomo, Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya…..” His voice faded down the hall. Seto sighed, and shook his head, while Joey played Jinzo. A few minutes later, Marik wandered in, and looked around. He saw the cold bowl of soup, popped it into the microwave, stole some goldfish crackers from the pantry, and left with the soup. Set blinked, and followed him.
“Marik! What are you doing?”
“Ryou’s hungry.”
“He was asleep.”
“He’s awake now.” Marik said, shrugging, and entered the guestroom. He froze, and stared, blinking. Ryou was pressed against the headboard, with wide eyes, staring at Yami and Bakura. Seto stared at the yamies.
“Uhhh….. What are you doing?” He asked. Yami and Bakura froze, and looked up. Yami was on his stomach on the bed, Bakura sitting on his back, holding the Pharaoh in a headlock. Yami had one hand fisted in Baura’sBakura's hair, and the other grabbing his face, a finger poking the tomb robber in the eye, one finger in his nose, and one in his mouth. Ryou whimpered.
“Bakura, let go of Yami….” The hikari whined.
“Yami, let go of Bakura.” Marik snarled. The two yamies slowly released one another, and Marik sat on the bed next to Ryou, giving him the bowl of soup. Ryou smiled, and took it.
“Arigato, Marik.” He said, softly, and Marik smiled, ruffling Ryou’s hair affectionately.
“You’re welcome, Ryou.” He said. “Bakura, get your skinny ass over here and take care of your hikari.”
“MY ass is skinny?!” Bakura snapped. “What about the Pharaoh?”
“Leave my ass out of this discussion.” Yami snapped, and stomped out of the room, rubbing his neck. Set sighed, and followed.
“But it’s such a nice ass…..” Yami stuck his head back in the room, and stared, wide eyed. Every one stared at Ryou, who blushed furiously. He hid his face in his hands. “I SO did not just say that……” Ryou moaned.
“Well, what do you know… your hikari thinks I’m sexy, Bakura….” Yami bragged, grinning at an annoyed tomb robber.”
“Go away, Yami…..” Bakura snarled. The pharaoh left the room, chuckling. “Ryou, what the hell has come over you?”
“He’s sick, Bakura.” Marik said, relaxing against the headboard next to Ryou, putting his arm around the hikari’s shoulders. “Leave him alone. Go torment Malik and Yugi. Ryou and I will….. bond.” Ryou blinked, and looked at Marik, the shrugged, and continued with his soup. Bakura rolled his yes, and decided to go torment Yugi and Malik like Marik had suggested. He found them napping under a tree outside. He smirked. There was a banana peel lying next to Malik. Bakura grinned, and knelt, untying their sneakers, the re-tying them….. to each other. Then, he looked around.
“Heh…. The garden hose….” He muttered, and unrolled the hose, then turned it on. He bent it, so the water couldn’t come out, then approached the napping lights. He grinned, aimed the hose, and let go. The stream of water shot out, soaking the boys.
Malik and Yugi screamed, as the frigid water hit them. They sputtered and coughed as they inhaled water. Bakura lowered the hose, and the two tried to struggle to their feet. The immediately got tangled up, and promptly fell over. Bakura fell to his knees, laughing.
“Anubis take you, and Ammut devour you, you Ra forsaken soul stealer!!!!” Malik howled, and kicked off his shoes, pulling the dagger from the Millennium Rod.
“Uh-oh.” Bakura muttered, and still cackling with laughter, ran from the furious Ishtar. Yugi kicked off his shoes as well, and followed Malik, Sennen Eye blazing on his forehead.
“BAKURA! I’M GOING TO CRUSH YOUR MIND INTO SOMETHING UNRECOGNIZABLE!!!!”
“Oh, shit…..” Bakura squeaked, and ran faster.
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Uh-oh. Will Bakura escape the enraged hikari's? Will Seto ever learn to work the microwave? Is Ryou safe “Bonding” with Marik? Find out next time! Same ff website, same ff story!!!!