Hellraisers

Red Light, Green Light

            Bakura stared at the Millennium ring, not believing his eyes! Just to make sure it wasn’t
a cheap copy, Bakura tapped into it’s familiar dark magic. Shadow mists filled the bedroom.
Yup, it was the real McCoy!

But how would Ryou have gotten his hands on it?!?

Bakura hung the ring around his neck and quickly dug further down in the bag. He pulled out the
Millennium rod.

“Uncanny!” he exclaimed as he stared at the rod in awe.

He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a brown paper bag from behind the garbage can, than ran back
and stuffed Ryou’s clothes into the bag. He grabbed the Millennium Rod and looked for a place
to stash it. He couldn’t see hiding it in Ryou’s room, so he hurried into his room and looked
around. The perfect spot seemed to jump out at him.

‘My guitar case!’

Bakura unzipped the black bag and gently slid the ancient item inside. He clutched the golden
ring hanging around his neck and looked down at it.

‘Never thought I’d see you again.........How in the seven realms of hell did you make it back to
Ryou? Did Malik have something to do with this?”

            By the time Bakura got back to the hospital, Ryou was out of surgery and sleeping his
ordeal off in the ICU.

Marik was sitting with his feet propped up on the waiting room coffee table closing his eyes.
Bakura could tell he was awake though because he was tapping his fingers to the beat of the
music video station playing on the television.

 Yami and Yugi were nowhere in sight.

“I need to see Ryou Bakura.” Bakura said firmly to the nurse at the front desk.

After a quick call down to the ICU, Bakura was allowed to see his hikari. He was ushered up to
the ICU and shown into Ryou’s room. He set the bag of Ryou’s belongings down on a chair and
walked to his hikari’s bedside.

Malik was in with him. Malik had been taking Ryou’s sudden illness the hardest, so he was
sleeping off his stress with his cheek resting on Ryou’s bedside. (only by a stroke of luck though.
Normally the hospitals don’t let people who aren’t immediate family go into the ICU unit, but
thanks to his talent for twisting the truth, he told the nurses they flew all the way from Egypt to
be there and they made an exception.)

Malik’s hand was joined with Ryou’s on the bed next to Ryou. Both men were fast asleep. Ryou
was attached to at least a half dozen monitors, all making different sounds. There was a tube
inserted through Ryou’s nose that lead a big container with icky looking amber colored ooze in
it. Different bags hung above Ryou, all connected to the IV stuck in his hand. His face was pitch
white, contrasting with Malik’s cocoa skin. Bakura just stood staring at his other half. He wasn’t
sure what he should do. Since both hikari’s were sleeping, Bakura remained quiet. After
standing and staring for a few minutes, Bakura decided go talk to the ICU nurse and learn more
about Ryou’s condition.

“So when can he come home?” Bakura asked the busy woman at the desk.

The nurse didn’t bother looked up from her paperwork. “Not for at least 5-7 days.” she answered
him.

Bakura gasp, placing his hands on the desk. “That’s insane!”

The nurse looked up at Bakura without showing any emotion. “You realize he almost died, don’t
you?”

Bakura shook his head. “Unbelievable........I had no idea. Will he be alright?”

The nurse nodded her head as her phone started ringing. She answered quickly as she took her
call.

“He’s not out of the woods quite yet.”

Bakura left the desk and looked back in the room, taking a final glance at Ryou and Malik
sleeping soundly. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like without him. Not wanting
to spend much time dwelling on the aforementioned, Bakura left the ICU.

            Back in the waiting room, Bakura found Marik flipping through a magazine. He reached
into his jacket and tossed Marik the keys to Malik’s motorcycle. Bakura smirked as Marik
caught the keys.

“I’m out of here, call me if anything comes up.”

Marik stuffed the keys in his coat pocket and nodded his head.

“Have fun Bakura, don’t do anything I wouldn’t now.”

Bakura walked out of the hospital and headed toward home again. There wasn’t much to do in
Domino on a Thursday night besides sit home watching channel 217 anyway, so Bakura decided
to make a quick stop at the video store to get some snacks to keep him company while watching
his monster movies.

            Bakura turned into the small video store and walked up to a rack of assorted munchies.
There were chips, candy bars, bubble gum, peanuts, beef jerky -a whole plethora of decence!
Chocolate bars were the easiest to slip in his pocket without being noticed, so Bakura
inconspicuously five finger discounted a couple different varieties.

“I saw that!” a familiar voice chuckled from behind him, completely throwing his criminal
concentration.

Bakura turned around quickly and found Yugi standing behind him with a big grin plastered on
his face.

“Gods Yugi! What the hell? Are you trying to scare the shit out of me?”

Yugi shrugged his shoulders and laughed at Bakura. “Nope, just wanted to say hi. What are you
doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with Ryou?”

“Malik’s with Ryou. I was just getting something to eat before I go home and veg infront of the
television all night.”

Yugi glanced at the video in his hand and smiled. “Wanna come over and watch videos with
Yami and I? I picked out “Raiders of the Lost Ark.” I haven’t seen this movie since I was a little
kid!”

Bakura glanced at the movie in Yugi’s hand and chuckled.

“Now there’s an idea! Spending a perfectly good Thursday night watching an old Harrison Ford
flick with you and the pharaoh.......sounds like a tomb robbers dream come true! Yugi......get
real. I highly doubt that arrangement would work out very well.”

Yami suddenly appeared from behind a display rack and sided up to Yugi.

“Why not? I wouldn’t mind having you over to watch a movie with my aibou and I.” The former
pharaoh asked with a grin on his face.

Bakura crossed his arms and pondered the pharaoh’s actions. Was he up to something or just
nuts?

Yugi stuck his bottom lip and pouted. “C’mon, Bakura, it’ll be fun. You should come over,
please?”

Yami nodded his head and cuddled up to Yugi. “Yeah Bakura, c’mon over. Maybe good old
Indiana Jones can teach you a trick or two for when you rob your next tomb.”

“Oh please.” Bakura scoffed. He wasn’t really all that pleased with Yami canoodling little Yugi
either.

Yugi bit his lip and laughed nervously.

Bakura wasn’t an idiot, he figured out almost instantaneously that the pharaoh had moved in on
Yugi since his break up with Marik.

Bakura glared as he watched Yami nip at Yugi’s earlobe.

Bakura’s spiky white bangs twitched slightly as he cleared his throat again.

“Sure Yugi, I’ll come over.” Bakura said aloud. //I’ll be sure to mention who you’ve been
fucking too! Hahaha....// he thought to himself.

Yugi smiled brightly and nodded his head. “That’d be great!”

“Need a ride?” Yami smirked, dangling the car keys.

Bakura shook his head. “No thanks, I’ll walk.”

Yami turned to Yugi and brushed one side of his bangs out of his eyes. “Are you ready to leave
now, aibou?”

Yugi nodded his head and turned to Bakura. “See you later than?”

Bakura nodded back. “Yes, I’ll be over.”

As Yami and Yugi turned to leave, Yami reached over and shoved his hand in Yugi’s back
pocket, glancing back at Bakura with a devious grin.

Bakura rolled his eyes and turned away.

 

            Bakura headed down the street toward the game shop. Yami had made his intentions
quite apparent to Bakura when he put the moves on Yugi in the video store. Bakura wasn’t sure
why, but it pissed him off. He’d only slept with Yugi to get his rocks off anyway, so why would
it bother him? Bakura pondered his feelings for Yugi as he stalked through an alley. He
concluded that the stress filtering through his link with Ryou was causing his unrest, not Yami
making a move for Yugi. He was absorbed in his thoughts when he accidently bumped into two
short little guys standing like idiots in the middle of the alley.

“You’re in my way, move your asses and you won’t get hurt!” Bakura hissed as he looked up to
see who they were.“Oh gods, not you two little useless parasites.” Bakura growled when he saw
Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood gawking up at him.

“Hey! You’re that freaky guy from Duelist Kingdom! The one that liked hiding in the bushes!”
Rex exclaimed, zipping up his pants.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “How cute, you remember me. I suggest you get out of my way now
so I don’t have to beat another memory of me into your thick heads.”

Weevil backed off and plastered a big fake grin on his face, waving his hands infront of himself.

“We’re sorry, uh....buh....duh.....”

Bakura crossed his arms and stood up straight, towering above the two duelists.

Rex turned to Weevil and punched him in the shoulder. “I told you that we should never have
left the studio to take a leak! You just had to go and flood the toilet, didn’t you?”

“It’s not MY fault you made me eat 11 bean burritos live on the air! You know what those do to
me!” Weevil protested.

“I thought it pretty funny actually.....Who’d have thought so many people would pay to hear you
far-...” Rex glanced up at the Spirit of the Ring and frowned. “Uh......Weevil? That creepy guy is
still standing there looking at us......”

Bakura rolled his eyes and touched his fingertips together infront of his chest. His hair grew
spikier and his eyes started glowing red. He yanked open his jacket, revealing the Millennium
Ring in all its golden glory. “Impotent fools......I should just do away with you. It’s possible now
that I have the Millennium Ring back in my possession!”

Weevil and Rex’s knees started to wobble and their eyes bugged out. “Shit! We’re sorry Mr.
Creepy Freaky Spooky guy, uh...Bakura.......it’s Bakura right? Please don’t hurt us! We haven’t
even finished our radio show for the night!” Rex groveled.

“We’ll give you anything you want if you let us go!” Weevil squeaked.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And just what is it you two dolts could possibly offer me to
save your pathetic souls?”

Weevil and Rex dug frantically in their pockets, only coming up with a stick of gum, a yo-yo and
some lint.

“Uh.......shit.......we’re like.....mega-fucked, Weevil.” Rex gulped, avoiding Bakura’s piercing
brown-eyed doom-gaze.

Bakura grinned evilly.

“I’m sorry, but those items will just not do.....prepare to enter the Realm of Darkness!”

Weevil waved his hands frantically infront of himself. “No! Wait! How about concert tickets?
CD’s? DVD’s? We have a whole studio full of free crap we can give you!”

Bakura stopped the shadows and looked at Weevil curiously. “Take me to this ‘studio.’” He
commanded them.

“Heh heh....right this way Mr. Uh.......Shiny ring-thing guy.” Weevil answered nervously.

Rex bopped him on the head as they led Bakura down a set of cement stairs. “His name is
Bakura, you beetle brain! Don’t piss him off anymore than he already is!”

“Owe! That hurt! Knock it off, Rex!” Weevil whined, opening a door marked “Do not enter,”
letting them into a small studio. There was music playing in the background.

“You stay here and talk to him while I go put another song on.” Weevil said quickly.

Rex crossed his arms and pouted. “SUUURE!! Leave me to find the scary guy some kind of
peace offering. You are totally going to get it when we’re back on the air, Weevil.”

“Just shut up and give the guy his stuff so we can finish our show!” Weevil scoffed as he put on
his headphones and pressed some buttons.

Rex turned to Bakura and waved for him to follow him. “The free stuff is in here, follow me.”

Bakura followed the dinosaur obsessed duelist into the small side room. Rex switched on the
light. The walls were lined with shelves tons of “stuff.” (Just as Weevil said)

“So whatta you want?” Rex ask, seemingly nervous about being alone with the yami.

Bakura looked around. He realized there were many more choices than he expected! Not
wanting to waste his precious time, Bakura grabbed a stack of duel monsters cards off the shelf
in front of him and started thumbing through it.

“This will suffice.” he grinned as he held up an ultra rare Creature Swap card. (Found in the

Legacy of Darkness booster packs and in the authoresses side deck^_~)

Rex than led Bakura back out into the studio where Weevil was taking a call.

“If you want me to play that song it’s going to cost you!” The bug duelist squawked into the
phone.

Bakura walked over and stood behind Weevil, looking over all the expensive radio equipment.

“What exactly is all of this?” he asked Rex, who’d put on his headphones and sat across from
Weevil.

“Shh.....we’re on the air with a caller.” Rex explained.

Bakura stood back and listened.

“You know we could get in trouble for playing that song, so how about this. You bring us your
rarest duel monsters card, and we’ll play it for you.” Weevil grinned as he spoke into the phone.

“You will? Great!” Weevil exclaimed as he hung up the phone.

Bakura chuckled to himself. What Rex and Weevil were doing looked like fun!

Rex looked up from the computer screen off to his side at Bakura and grimaced. “Uh......Is there
something else you want?”

Bakura took a seat in an empty chair and looked at all the equipment in awe. He’d listened to the
radio a few times, but never actually knew how it worked. He still hadn’t learned much about
modern technology, only the things Ryou had introduced him to.

“Show me how this works.” He said firmly, picking up a set of headphones similar to the ones
Weevil and Rex were wearing and putting them on his head.

“Uh.......okay.” Rex replied nervously, pointing at another microphone infront of Bakura. “You
talk into here,” than Rex pointed at a set of red and green lights above the exit door, “when the
light is red, people can hear you talk.”

Bakura cocked his head curiously. “How do I make the light red come on?”

Rex pointed out a button. “You press this.”

Bakura (of course) pressed the button. “The pharaoh is a pompous git!” He shouted into his
microphone.

“No!” Rex exclaimed, “You don’t talk in the middle of a song!”

Bakura chuckled as he tapped his fingers on the desk.“Mind if I join you for a while?”

Rex wasn’t about to say no to the wild-eyed fiend sitting across from him.

Bakura sat quietly as he watched Rex and Weevil “do their thing” as “Heart Shaped Box” by
Nirvana ended.

Rex pressed the button and light turned red.

“That song was requested by some hose-head who forgot to tell us his name.” Rex spoke into his
microphone.

“I hate that song, it’s stupid.” Weevil grunted into his microphone.

Rex threw a pencil at Weevil’s head. “Hey, it’s not that bad! It’s better than that crap you listen
to!”

Weevil pushed his glasses up and glared. “The Horny Hornets are not crap, Rex!”

“Whatever. I think we need to play another request. What’s next on the list, Beetlejuice?”

Weevil picked up a pad of paper and looked over what was written on it.

Bakura pressed the button and cut in. “Play some Carcass, Heartwork......that song kicks ass.”

Rex grabbed his microphone and made a face.

“Uh..hey people in listenerland.....you’ll never believe this, but we have somebody in the studio
who was a finalist in Battle City,” Rex grinned at Bakura, “Do any of you remember Bakura?
Yugi Motou kicked his ass with one of the rare Egyptian god cards.”

“Blame Malik Ishtar, it was all his fault!” Bakura protested, kicking Rex under the table.

“Owe! Don’t tell me you’re still sore about losing to a little geek! Tell us, Bakura, what did it
feel like when Slifer knocked you flat on your ass for all the world too see?” Rex quipped.

Bakura scrunched up his nose and glared at Rex.

“The shadows are still hungry, you little runt.....”

“Maybe they’d like one of Weevil’s left over bean burrito’s? After all, he ONLY ate 11 of them,
and there were 20 in the bag.” Rex answered back, holding up a to-go bag from Taco Bell.

While Rex and Bakura bantered, Weevil manned the phone lines, which suddenly started
lighting up like crazy.

“Slifer’s attack felt like a good hard fucking in the ass, okay? Now play my Ra-damn song you
twit.” Bakura scoffed.

Weevil grabbed his microphone and butted in their conversation.

“There’s a caller here that wants to talk to you Bakura, wanna take the call?”

Bakura shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, what the hell, eh?”

Weevil pressed a few buttons on the consul and put the call live on the air.

“Go ahead, caller, ask your question.”

[Bakura? Is it really you?] a girl’s voice asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell do you want to ask me?”

[EEEEEE! Ohmigod! I can’t believe I’m talking to you! I saw your duel with Yugi on tv,
oooohmigod, you’re so sexy! Are you single?]

Bakura chuckled into the microphone.

“You think I’m sexy?”

[EEEEEEE! Yes! You’re so hot......I’d do anything to go out with you!!] the girl squealed loudly.

Rex rolled his eyes and disconnected the call. “Okay, that’s enough of that. We’re a pirate radio
station, not a dating service.”

Weevil looked up in disbelief. “The lines are going buggy with calls for you Bakura! What
should I do?”

Bakura remembered promising Yugi he’d come over to watch movies, but this was proving
much more enjoyable!

“I have all the time in the world! I’ll stay and take the calls-”

Weevil nodded his head. “You heard the man folks, after a short music break, Bakura will be
taking your calls.”

Bakura crossed his arms. “You didn’t let me finish, git. I’ll take the calls IF you play the music I
want to hear!”

Rex and Weevil looked at each other and nodded.

“Sounds like a deal. What do you want to hear first?”

Bakura paused and thought for a minute, than returned to the mic.

“KoRn, My Gift to You; and I’d like to dedicate it to the pharaoh!” he said with an evil glimmer
in his eyes.

“That we have.” Rex said as he cued up Bakura’s song.

            Malik yawned as he walked into the waiting room at the hospital. Marik had fallen asleep
watching television and was crashed out.

Malik gently shook his dark side’s shoulder.

“Marik?”

Marik opened his eyes and groaned. “Malik? What time is it?”

“It’s 8 o’clock. The nurses kicked me out and told me to go home and get some rest.”

Marik nodded his head as he sat up and stretched his arms.

“Sounds like a good idea. I’ll drive.”

            The two Egyptians left the hospital on Malik’s motorcycle and headed toward home. At a
stoplight, Marik turned on the radio and turned the dial until he heard something he liked, “Diary
of a Madman” by Ozzy Osbourne.

“So how’s Ryou doing?” he asked Malik as they waited for the light to change to green.

“He’s really out of it yet. He was talking really strangely before I left. He told me he was going
to pray for you and his yami, and he asked me to read him scripture verses when I come back
tomorrow.”

Marik snickered as the song on the radio neared the end. “The ancient scriptures are useless to
those who don’t know how to use their powers! Not even Yami Bakura knows all their secrets!”

Malik sighed. “Not the Egyptian texts, he wants the Hebrew ones, the ones they preach at that
church. Gods, I don’t even own a ‘Bible!’ What’s Ryou thinking?”

Marik shook his head. “I actually feel pity for you, Malik.”

Malik sighed again as the song ended.

“Poor Ryou.”

“Next up “Creeping Death” by the mighty Metallica......yet another fine selection by
tonight’s special guest, Bakura.” Rex’s voice said over the airwaves.

“And that ones for the pharaoh too! That limey little manwhore!” Bakura growled over the
radio.

Marik and Malik looked at each other in disbelief.

“No fucking way!” They both exclaimed as the light turned green.

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canoodling........I love that word. Thank you Homer Simpson. LOL

In the next chapter- *someone* confesses his true love.... unless they issue a gag order to go with
the restraining order! Haha!

Luv Yaz!

xoxoxo