My Forever

My Forever

Bishojo shadow & hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Yugioh.

Chapter 19

Seto waded his legs in the water glancing to the very same steps that he and Ryou made love on, the memory seemed so far away now and it hurt that Ryou would be without any type of help for so long. He couldn't push Ahmose even if he wanted to, it was impossible for the yami to do anything now, he drained everything he had including some of his Hikari¡¦s strength to let him talk to Ryou and he was grateful but seeing Ryou's state only made the situation more desperate, he needed to get Ryou out of the situation as soon as possible...but he didn't know how.

Bakura watched Seto from the window sill, he tried to console him earlier but it didn't really help so he retreated to a spare bedroom. He felt a lot better than he did an hour ago, he didn't know if he was losing touch with Ryou or if Ryou had gotten some help...he prayed Ryou got some help. Even though it hurt to still be connected to him he thought it better to feel something than to feel nothing at all. He knew Ryou was sleeping at this moment and he wished that he could do the same but he wasn't tired in the least and his mind was still racing from previous events...he was too worried to sleep.
He heard voices in the hall, Mikado, and the Ishtars.

"I could have gotten him, you know." Mikado was saying, softly.

"No you couldn't have, you can barely stand yourself. Just sleep."

"Thanks, Marik."

"G'night, kid." And a moment later, the door opened and Malik and Marik stepped in.

"Bakura?" Malik called. "How are you feeling?"

"Besides my head I¡¦m doing alright." Bakura said glancing out the window "You two get a chance to chat with Seto or did he just want a moment alone?" Bakura asked, wondering if he was talking to anyone.


Marik shook his head. "Seto won¡¦t talk to anyone, and Ahmose is still out. We just carried him to a room, and Mikado is calling Otogi to let him know. He called Yugi to tell him what we knew, and Grandpa answered; Yugi and Yami are out searching with everyone else. But they could be anywhere...." Marik sighed and sat on the bed. "I don't know what we can do." Malik sighed and wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist and rested his head on the yami's shoulder.

"We'll save Ryou, Bakura. We will. We have to." Malik said.

Bakura smiled as he patted Malik's hair pulling the boy into his lap and hugged him resting his chin on the top of Malik's head. He smiled at Marik "Of course, and regardless of what Ryou wants this time I¡¦m killing the man who did this." He growled

Marik's lip curled in a snarl. "Ohhh.... you're not doing it alone, Bakura.... I want a piece of this guy." Malik made a face.

"Oh, jeeze, talk about this when I¡¦m not here." And he turned and walked away.

"Where are YOU going?" Marik asked, catching Malik by the waistband of his pants.

"HEY!" Malik yelped. Marik didn't pull Malik back, he simply held him. Malik grumbled, trying to pull away, and a small smile crossed Bakura's face; the sight was a bit comical.

"Hey Bakura, I caught a nice big one. What shall we do with it?" Marik asked, and Malik's eyes widened.

Bakura smiled going over to the bed and kissed Malik a bit softer than eh usually did as he glanced back at Marik. "Your catch, your call." He said sliding his hands up Malik's shirt.

"WOOHOO!!" Marik yelped, and tossed Malik back onto the bed.

"EEP!!" Malik squeaked. "BAKURA!! BAKURA, HELP!!" And he squealed again as Marik unzipped his pants and wasted no time in going down on him "YEEEEEEE!!!" Marik chuckled around his length and wiggled his ass, sticking up in the air, to tempt Bakura into the bed.

Bakura also joined in and crawled over to Malik claiming his mouth as the hikari moaned softly. Bakura quickly discarded how own shirt as well as Malik's and began to nip at the sensitive nubs and suck upon his neck gently grazing the soft skin with his teeth. "Still want to leave?" Bakura said gently pulling his hair.

Malik giggled and squirmed as Marik tickled his ribs. "No, hee hee!!!" Malik giggled. Marik grinned and backed off, making Malik's giggles turn to an annoyed whine. Marik and Bakura laughed as they stripped themselves, and then Malik.

"Hmmmm.... what should we do, Bakura?" Marik asked, cocking his head and grinning at Malik. Malik frowned.


"I say me and Bakura gang up on YOU for once!!" Malik said, and Marik froze, eyes wide. He looked to Bakura and gulped. "Bakura?" Malik asked, fixing an evil grin on his yami.

Bakura simply pounced on Marik knocking the other yami to the floor, thankfully it had plush carpet. He grinned at Marik taking his wrists in his hand and holding him down. "He makes a good point..." Bakura said trailing off as he attacked the Yami's mouth and ground his hips into Marik's.

Malik sat up and grinned, delighted that he had managed to turn Bakura on Marik. He stood and strode his naked little ass over to the yamis.

"Watcha gonna do now, Marik?" He asked, picking up his yami's belt. "Hey Bakura... bring him up to the bed?" Bakura looked up as Malik picked up his belt. He grinned and heaved Marik onto the bed, where Malik pounced. Bakura held Marik down while Malik used the belts to bind his yami's wrists to the head board.

"Wow... umm.... Now what?" Malik said, looking at Bakura, who laughed. Malik had NEVER had Marik at his mercy before; he was always in Marik's position.

"You've been in the same position many times before Malik, use your imagination." Bakura said sliding down Marik's form surprised that he wasn't really slinging curses at both of them. He pulled Marik¡¦s pants down along with his boxers and took his length into his mouth hearing Marik's sharp breath as he did so.

Malik laughed. "Well what do you know? My yami has an inner uke!" And Bakura had to move away to laugh as well.

"Aw, fuck you, Malik! Shut the fuck up Bakura!!" Marik howled.

"Quiet, you." Malik said, stuffing a sock into Marik's mouth. Marik glared, annoyed, and Malik smiled, gently tickling his chest with his finger tips. He bent down and gave Marik's right nipple a tiny lick, then did the same to his other nipple. Then he simply reclined next to him, trailing his fingers over his chest.

Bakura pulled away from Marik, positioning Malik on top of Marik so the youth was straddling him as he eased Malik onto Marik's shaft making both moan softly. Bakura smiled as he whispered gently in Malik's ear.

"Now you set the pace, the slower you go the more he'll want it." Bakura said sliding off his own pants but for the moment settled for teasing Malik and kissing the youth as he began to slowly move up and down.

Marik closed his eyes and groaned as Malik moved slowly. VERY slowly. He obviously was taunting him. Marik fixed a furious glare on Bakura, and bucked his hips. Malik gasped as Marik thrust up into him.

"Ah, ah, yami...." Malik scolded. "Bakura?" Bakura snickered and moved to sit on Marik's stomach, keeping his hips on the bed. Marik tried to shout and curse, but the sock kept him from doing so. Malik giggled and moved close, kissing Bakura.


"Have you ANY idea...." Malik muttered between kisses. "How unbelievably SEXY you are?"

Bakura smiled "You've done this to both of us, about time you realize how cruel you can be sometimes..." Bakura said

He leaned over and removing the sock before kissing Marik thrusting his tongue in the other's mouth and teasing his nipples with his free hands before allowing his hands to wander all over the tanned yami's body taking in each curve of the well toned body beneath him.

"Not that I expect you to behave literally or anything, but lay still and I¡¦ll be happy to untie your hands." Bakura said secretly wanting Marik to touch him but the Yami didn't need to know that.

Malik reached out, massaging Bakura's buttocks. Bakura moaned as Malik spread him open and began giving him dainty licks as his hand slid down to stimulate his erection. Bakura groaned loudly and the kiss became sloppy. Malik purred and gently thrust his tongue into Bakura.

"Don't untie him...." Malik hissed, suddenly. "He has no intention of behaving....." Marik glared at Malik, pulling away from Bakura.

"TRAITOR!!" He snapped, and Malik giggled, going back to his task behind Bakura.

Bakura smiled as he began to kiss and lick at Marik's earlobe,

"I will...just not this exact moment." Bakura said kissing Marik strongly

Malik continued how own actions and slowed down even more upon Marik. Bakura couldn't help but pull away from Marik to laugh to Marik's current state. "See Malik, not hard now is it? You've learned from the best after all." Bakura said taunting Marik who glared at him, he was definitely enjoying himself but was trying to cover it up.

"I fuckin hate you, Bakura." Marik snapped, and Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what you said when I ate the last cookie." Malik said.

"It was my favorite!!!" Marik whined, and Bakura laughed.


"Hey Bakura, did you know that Marik has a stuffed parrot that is like his security blanket? He sleeps with it at home."

"MALIK AMASIS ISHTAR!!!" Marik screamed in horror, then grumbled. ¡§It¡¦s a cockatoo.....¡¨

Bakura cracked up having to move away from the two of them for a moment so he could try and get his laughter under control without shaking the whole bed.

He looked at the two "I don't think I will ever untie him now Malik, I think he'd kill you..." Bakura said still laughing, yeah he was definitely feeling a lot better now than he was earlier. Marik bucked up into Malik with Bakura gone as he went back over and pressed his hand onto Marik's abdomen to keep him from doing so.
Malik had his head thrown back and mouth open.

"Oh, gods, I can't take it...." And he began moving himself faster on Marik, who groaned in relief. But that didn't mean Malik was done teasing. "Anyway Bakura, the parrot is pink, and its name is Mr. Peabody..."

"Malik...." Marik growled.

"And Marik says it keeps away nightmares...."

"MALIK!!"

"And when Marik first came out of the Rod, he drove me and Ishizu and Rishido nuts flushing the toilet; it fascinated him."

"HIKARI!!!!" Marik roared, and Malik giggled.

"Gods, I¡¦m so close.... Bakura...." And to Marik and Bakura's surprise, Malik grabbed Bakura's hair and pulled his face down to his erection. "Gods.... Suck me, Bakura...."

Bakura obliged gladly, besides he practically brought this apon himself anyway.... last time he let this Hikari use his imagination. He smiled around the erection his hand teasing Marik's nipples as he reached further undoing the belt around Marik's wrist. Malik was embarrassing Marik horribly. Marik quickly took control of the situation having Malik on his back almost instantly.

"Never let your guard down Malik, I thought we taught you better than that." Bakura said loving the shocked then utterly pissed expression Malik had, if looks could kill he and Marik would both be dead.

"Bakura, you traitor!!" Malik wailed, and Marik snarled.


"WHO is the traitor?" the yami hissed. "You promised me, Malik! You promised that you would NEVER tell ANYONE about Mr. Peabody!!" Malik smiled.

"Marik, it's only Bakura. He won't tell anyone, right Bakura?"

"No." Bakura quickly said not wanting Marik to attack him, at least not at the moment, besides it would be good blackmail later if nothing else. He loved watching two as he sat back just enjoying the sight for a moment. Malik was already close at it was but eh couldn't really decipher what Marik was feeling at the moment as he crawled over to tease Malik and get back to work on the youths length.

But Marik pushed him away. "Oh no.... Malik needs to be punished....." Marik said, and began moving very, very slowly, barely brushing against Malik's prostate.

"Aw, come ON, Marik!" Malik whined. Marik grinned.

"So, Bakura.... did you know that Malik is scared to have the closet door open at night when he's asleep?"

"MARIK!!" Malik gasped, and Marik grinned.

"And Malik sings and dances in the shower....."

"Damn you, Marik!"

"Thank Ra Ishizu doesn't live with you two... she¡¦d go insane..." Bakura said trailing off as he was suddenly tackled to the floor.

Malik and Marik grinned and Bakura suddenly found himself in a sixty-nine position with Malik beneath him, and Marik thrusting into him. Malik took Bakura into his mouth as Marik moved quickly.

"Hey Malik.... did you know that Bakura likes to watch animated Disney films, and sings along with the songs?" Marik snickered, and Malik cracked up.

Bakura growled pulling away from Malik's length "Least I don't sleep with a p...AHHH!" Bakura cried out when Marik thrust into him hard and Bakura decided it wasn't worth it at all as he pulled Malik¡¦s length back into his mouth and all three shut up to enjoy the moment.

A few minutes later, Marik chuckled. "Hey Bakura.... remember that time we were doing this on the kitchen table...."

"And Ryou walked in on us!?" Malik finished, pulling away from Bakura's erection. "Holy Ra, the look on his face was priceless!!!"


Bakura remembered that day quite vividly, Ryou was practically horrified, not at the fact that they were having sex, it was more the fact it was on the table than anything else. He raved and ranted for almost half an hour about how he would never eat on the table ever again, it was hilarious. Bakura laughed as Malik moved off of him and Marik took him fully into his arms and kissed him passionately Malik moving behind him doing the same as Bakura was earlier.

Marik moved Bakura on his erection, and Malik covered his shoulders in kisses, until he decided that he was getting cheated. He moved behind Marik, and Marik yelped as Malik slid into him.

"Mmmmm..... you feel good....." Malik purred, tracing Marik's ear with his tongue. Marik grinned and kissed Bakura, moving him faster on his lap.

Bakura leaned over Marik's shoulder to kiss Malik as Marik suddenly bit down on his shoulder and the three soon climaxed all together and collapsed on a heap on the floor all breathing a bit heavily.

"Gods.... that was good. Too bad Mr. Peabody missed this show. OW!!"

"Shut it, kid."

"Awww.... will flushing the toilet a few times make you feel better? OW!!"

"I¡¦m gonna leave the closet door open."

"........ I¡¦m gonna burn Peabody."

"....... you wouldn't dare."

"Watch me."

"........ Bakuraaaaaaaa!!!" Marik whined.

Bakura rolled his eyes at the two "Come on kid's..." Bakura said crawling into bed, let's get some rest we'll need it tomorrow no doubt." He said actually cuddling into the pillows making Malik and Marik both 'awwww' at the sight making Bakura glare. "Shut up it's comfy!"

Marik and Malik both smiled and cuddled up to Bakura.

"So are you..." Marik yawned, and Malik giggled.

"Shall I sing us to sleep? OW!!"

"Go to sleep, Malik."

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Mokuba, after patching up Ryou to the best of his ability, hid the first aid kit where hopefully the other's wouldn't find it, it might come in handy later. Mokuba had given most of the water to Ryou and rationed the rest of it, he wasn't sure if they would be getting anymore anytime soon...he didn't care if they brought water or not it was better not to see them at all. Mokuba had promised Seto he would take care of Ryou and he would, any way he could.

Ryou whimpered and Mokuba turned to see if he was awake. Ryou made a pained face and opened his eyes.

"Mokuba?"

"Yeah.... Are you okay?"

"Fine." Ryou lied. "How are you?" Mokuba glared.

"I¡¦m just fine. YOU are not. You need a doctor." Mokuba said, and Ryou smiled.

"I'll be okay." He said.

Mokuba pouted slightly "Y-you don't have to lie to make me feel better Ryou... I know you're hurt and so do you, I don¡¦t want you wasting any kind of energy on making me feel better..." Mokuba said taking Ryou's hand.

Ryou smiled and nodded, squeezing Mokuba's hand.

"Yeah... but telling you I¡¦m okay makes me feel better, Mokie." Ryou said, and laughed at Mokuba's annoyed look.

"I hate that name." Mokuba growled.

"Yeah, but I like calling you that." Ryou laughed.

"You're using your injuries to take advantage of me aren't you?" Mokuba jested

Ryou smiled and laid his head down again. "Maybe... Hey Mokuba, is there a bowl, or bucket in here? I think... I think I¡¦m gonna be sick....."

Mokuba's eyes widened as he ran to the corner of the room where an old rusted bucket was; he took it back to Ryou who was soon emptying the contents of his stomach inside. Mokuba rubbed his back soothingly (or the uninjured areas of it) as he held back his hair until Ryou was finished. Mokuba gave him some water to wash out his mouth.


"Are you okay? I mean...what¡¦s wrong?" Mokuba asked not sure what he was to do at this moment.

Ryou winced and lay down again. "I don't feel good.... I think my injuries have given me a fever..... I¡¦ll be okay, Mokuba. Gods.... this is not my day.... now I have to pee......" Mokuba smiled as Ryou struggled to sit up, and turned his back as Ryou relieved himself in the bucket, before collapsing again with a pained whimper. "Stick that back in the corner, huh?"


Mokuba nodding as he did as Ryou asked. "It'll be okay, Seto will find us and make these guys pay for what they have done..." Mokuba¡¦s words were cut short when the basement door opened again to reveal Sogon and Tomo once again. Mokuba winced inwardly as he stood trying to protect Ryou although he was easily shoved out of the way and thrown back into the closet once again.

"Feisty little thing isn't he?" Tomo said looking at Ryou noticing his back had been bandaged and he was clean of all the blood from last night. "What a shame, now I don't get the pleasure of bathing you...oh well, might as well get down to business shall we?" He said with a menacing glare.

Ryou winced and turned away, his body already shaking.

"Just get it over with." Ryou growled between clenched teeth. "Get it over with and leave us alone."

Tomo frowned "If you insist..." Tomo pulled out a small black book that zipped up like a folder, he had used this last time and Ryou instantly tensed and despite his injuries, tried to move and get away but Sogon held him down. "Don't be like that Ryou, we had so much fun last time after all." He said unzipping the book to reveal the syringe.

"no....... NO!!" Ryou screamed, and ignoring the pain, heaved himself from the bed. Sogon caught him easily and held him with an arm around the waist. Ryou screamed and kicked as Sogon held him off the ground. "PLEASE!!!" Ryou screamed. "PLEASE, NO!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!! ANYTHING!!! PLEASE, NOT THAT!! SETO!! SETO, HELP ME!!! YAMI!!! PLEASE, NO!!!!"

"That¡¦s the point." Tomo simply said as he grabbed Ryou's arm and held the thick of it firmly until he could clearly see the vein and injected Ryou with the clear liquid. Mokuba frowned from his position inside the closet and covered his ears while he hummed quietly to himself to drown out anything that would soon happen.

Ryou continued to cry and plead, squirming in Sogon's grip, but slowly, his struggles weakened and his pleas became tiny whimpers. His cheeks became flushed and his breathes turned to small pants.


"S-Seto..... please......" He whined, and gave one last jerk before falling back into Sogon's chest and gritting his teeth as the drug took effect. He turned and looked Tomo straight in the eyes. "P-Please.... don't let.... Mokuba see......"

"I only use Mokuba to make you behave...there should be no need to take him out and subject him, should there?" Tomo threatened.

Ryou shook his head. "N-No.... I'll.... I'll be good. I'll obey." Ryou said, bowing his head in submission. Tomo grinned at that, and Sogon dropped Ryou on his back on the bed. Ryou yelped and clenched his teeth at the pain.

Tomo smiled at Ryou's flushed face noticing how he was fighting the drug with all his might. "You know it's useless to fight it but as seeing you'll only be coherent for another few minutes I thought you might like to know...that video of me you and Kakyo..." Tomo pulled violently upon his hair "Seto's gonna love it"

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Bakura walked into the small parlor where every one else had gathered. Mikado was eating a banana, Marik and Malik were talking through their mind link, Seto was staring blankly out the window, and Ahmose was once again lighting his meditation and scrying fire.

"Bakura? You okay? You look pale." Mikado said.

"I don't feel good." Bakura groaned, holding his stomach. And then, he stumbled and retched, coughing. Mikado and the others stared. Bakura winced. It felt like acid was burning in his esophagus, but he hadn't felt anything come up.

"I think Ryou just threw up...." Bakura croaked. The others looked down, and Ahmose began to chant, staring into the fire. A few minutes later, Bakura hissed and gripped his arm.

"Something stung me!!" He gasped, but after checking his arm, Mikado announced that nothing had stung him. Then, a few more minutes passed. Bakura began to sweat. Then squirm. And then, the yami began panting.

"Bakura?" Malik called, approaching him. "Bakura, are you okay?"

Ahmose turned away from the fire. "They have injected Ryou with some kind of drug." The sorcerer said, and Seto gasped and paled, remembering Ryou telling them about being injected with something. Ahmose blinked. "Sethos? What is it? What's wrong?" Ahmose asked.


"T-they...they used some drug on him last time...he practically won't want them to stop once it takes full effect, if it's the same one that is." Seto said hoping it wasn't.

"It's the same...I can't be positive because of all the confusion, but he shouldn't be confused at all." Bakura groaned.

Malik made an attempt to console Bakura but Bakura's reaction was unexpected "Don't touch me!" Bakura violently shoved Malik away from him and stumbled backward still sweating and panting heavily as he leaned against the doorframe.

This was different than the last time, Bakura was acting out what Ryou was feeling, he wasn't just getting shadows anymore they effected his grasp on reality at the moment.

Bakura shook his head trying to shake away the pain he felt at the moment, it hurt yet at the same time felt good, it was so confusing and he hated it, he wanted it to stop but he couldn't stop it.

Bakura whimpered as he sunk to the floor. Marik went to his side but Bakura simply shoved him away as well equally as violent "Keep your fucking hands off!" He spat as he scooted away from them into a corner his entire body shaking.

Everyone stared at Bakura, alarmed. "Bakura.... what's wrong?" Marik gasped, kneeling before him, but not touching him. "Please, Bakura, talk to us. What's happened? Is Ryou okay? Are the feelings stronger? Tell us! We want to help!!"

"Please...don't let Mokuba see..." Bakura said, hardly above a whisper although the room was so quite at the moment you could clearly hear it. He got confused looks from everyone as tears began to stream from his eyes. Bakura¡¦s eyes were glazed and he seemed to be staring at nothing. He flinched when Marik touched his shoulder and retreated from each touch the other yami tried to give him acting as if each comforting hand was meant to strike him.

Seto glanced to Ahmose "Please do something, I don't want this to last any longer than it already has." Seto said praying for Ryou.

Ahmose shook his head, staring at Bakura as if afraid of him. "I, I..... I can't.... I¡¦m sorry.... There's nothing I can do right now." And he turned his back, unable to watch Bakura, knowing exactly what was going on.


"Bakura, please.... can you hear us?" Malik called, reaching out to him, but afraid to touch him. "Bakura, please! Talk to me. Let me know you can hear me!!"

"Bakura, you're scaring us...." Marik said, holding Malik. "We're here for you. Please......."


Bakura was laying upon his back his eyes closed his breathing still heavy, not hearing the other's words at all. Suddenly his back arched and he screamed as if he was in searing agony. Seto could do nothing but go to his side, he knew some part of all this was because of Ryou and he couldn't just watch someone suffer so much. Seto held Bakura from behind although Bakura squirmed in his grasp before finally giving up and going slack in his arms whimpering and sobbing unable to stop himself.

"Please...make it stop...I don't think I can take this...I can't take this..." Seto looked at Marik and Malik desperately not sure what to do, he wasn't sure if those were Bakura's words or if they were Ryou's.

Marik and Malik rushed to Bakura's sides and knelt, and Bakura seized their arms, gripping onto them as if his life, and Ryou's, depended on it. Ahmose had visibly winced, and was now holding Mikado to his chest as the hikari tried to soothe his shaking yami.

"Bakura!!" Malik was calling, desperately. "Bakura, please, show us you're still with us! Please, don't leave us, Bakura!! Bakura!!!"

Seto pressed his forehead against Bakura's back "Please Ryou...stay with us, don't give up just yet, please don't leave me..." Seto whispered as he continued to whisper against Bakura as if it would somehow reach Ryou.

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Seto sat in the corner of the sofa as Ahmose paced back and forth anxiously in front of the window. Mikado looked torn between comforting Seto and calming his yami, but he decided that Seto was the priority at this point, so he was comforting him. Malik and Marik were attending to Bakura who was writhing on the floor, as he had been for the last hour. He was gripping Malik and Marik's arms hard enough to bruise. He had grit his teeth and was sweating profusely, panting and making pained noises. Marik and Malik, despite the death grips on their arms, were gently stroking him and uttering soothing words. It was Bakura that Seto had his attention focused on. It was as if he wasn't looking at Bakura, but Ryou.

Suddenly, the doorbell sounded, and Seto stood, deciding to answer it of only to keep himself from staring at Bakura's anguish any longer.

A kid with dark hair held out a tape for him "A guy gave me twenty to give this to ya, see ya." He said before leaving abruptly. Seto frowned, it looked like a home movie or something. He walked inside looking at the tape questionably, he didn't want to broadcast it to everyone should it be something he didn't want to see.


"Ahmose...come here a moment." Seto said, he would have asked one of the others but Malik and Marik were trying to calm down a less than coherent Bakura and he didn't think Ahmose would appreciate him exposing Mikado to anything...explicit. But it might have some type of clue in it, if so Ahmose needed to see it as well.

Ahmose blinked, but tossed his hair over his shoulder and followed Seto out of the room.

"Sethos, what is it?" He asked, and Seto held up the tape. Ahmose blinked and followed him to the study. Seto slipped it into the VCR and turned the television on. The picture was a bit fuzzy, but the figure on the screen was clearly Ryou. Ahmose narrowed his eyes as he stared. The boy was on the floor, panting and gasping, and slowly dragged himself to his feet and stumbling away from the camera.

A man came into view and grabbed him, laughing. The camera was picked up, and when a clear shot came on again, it was of Ryou and a man with a blurred out face on a bed. Ahmose's eyes widened and his crossed arms dropped to his sides as he turned to Seto.

"Sethos.... this is... No...." He gasped. ¡§I¡¦ve seen this.... I saw it in the fire..... no... not again......¡¨

Seto turned off the television when the situation simply got worse for Ryou and he wasn't able to stand it any longer, nor was Ahmose. "That bastard...how dare he send something like this to me..." Seto wanted to kill the man who took Ryou away from him, he was now mocking him and probably putting Ryou through the same things that were happening on that tape...even if it did have clues he couldn't watch the rest to find out.

Ahmose had backed into a corner and had his arms wrapped around himself. Seto blinked at the yami, who had gone pale and was staring off into space.

"Ahmose?" He called. Ahmose jerked and shook his head, before looking up.

Immediately, his face became emotionless and his cold demeanor returned. He strode across the room and pulled the tape out. He looked at Seto. "Can I borrow this?" He asked.

Seto frowned, instantly feeling guilty when he realized what he had just exposed Ahmose to. Seto shook his head of that thought. "What do you plan to do with it?" Seto asked

Ahmose looked at Seto. "I may be able to get an impression of the man who sent this. A piece of his spiritual essence. I may be able to track him down using that." Ahmose said.

"Then let's try it out, we don't have many options to begin with" Seto said as he followed Ahmose back into the living room where Bakura appeared to have calmed down at least a little bit.

Ahmose moved over to Bakura and knelt, stroking his damp forehead.


"Bakura... I may be able to find Ryou.... Just hold on a bit." then he stood and beckoned to Mikado. The boy blinked, but followed his yami out of the room. A few minutes later, Seto saw the pair wandering out in his backyard. Confused and curious, he went out to investigate. When he got there, he found that Ahmose had drawn a circle and some symbols in the dirt. Seto blinked at the arrangement; in the north sector of the circle was a small gray stone. In the east, was a feather. In the south, a small candle burned. And in the west was a small bowl of water. In the center was the evil tape.

Mikado was standing back and watching his yami silently. Ahmose began to chant, pulling a knife from out of nowhere. After a moment, Ahmose glanced back, and Mikado approached, holding out his hand. Seto winced as Ahmose sliced open Mikado's palm and held his hand over the circle. Five drops of blood fell; one on the stone, one on the feather, one into the candle's flame, one into the water, and then, one onto the tape.

When it hit, a black orb flashed into existence, and sucked up everything around it, the four items, the tape, and the dirt in which the symbols had been drawn. Then, Ahmose held up a small pendulum on a string, and dropped it into the orb. The orb flashed, and then disappeared. Everything was normal, and the pendulum sat on the ground, quietly.

Seto stared bewildered at the entire scene. "Please tell me what you are doing..." Seto whispered to Mikado. He had no clue on what was happening and felt the compelling need to ask.

Mikado winced as he examined his hand, which was still bleeding. Ahmose picked up the pendulum and pocketed it, then went to check Mikado's hand.

"Ahmose just did a spell." Mikado said, and Seto gave him a look. Ahmose smirked and explained as they went back inside.

"I had the pendulum absorb the essence of the man who was on the tape, and who sent the tape. After it has.... aged properly, you will be able to use it to find this man."

"Aged?" Seto asked.

"Yes. Aged. Ripened. Fermented, if you will. It will take a few hours for the pendulum's energy to reach it's potency." Seto blinked. "Basically, we have to wait a few hours before it can be used properly. And when it does, like the Millennium Ring points to other the Items, this will point to the man holding Ryou."

Seto looked back at Bakura who still seemed in horrible shape. "Do we have that long?" Seto asked somberly.

"I¡¦m afraid it's up to Ryou." Ahmose said. "If you like, I can put you in touch with him for a very short time. At least you can tell him to hold on until tonight. And that we will come for him. Shall I prepare to do this?"


"No." Seto said flatly, granted he wanted to see Ryou but at the state Bakura was in...he didn't want to see him like that. It wasn't so much him trying to protect himself as he trying to protect Ryou as well...Ryou wouldn't want to be seen like that either and Seto would come for him in a few hours...just a bit longer. He knelt next to Seto who was now being held firmly by Marik for it was the only way to keep him still, Bakura had a death grip on the thick of Marik's arm and Malik's wrist his knuckles almost turning white from the pressure he was applying.

Ahmose nodded, understanding. "If you will not be needing me, Sethos, I must rest." Mikado smiled.

"You go rest. I¡¦m sure I can cover for you in anything they will need." The hikari said, and Ahmose smiled, kissing his forehead.

"Call me if you need me. Otherwise, I will return when the pendulum is ready."

"Ahmose...." Marik called. "I think, perhaps, that Bakura will need to rest as well." Ahmose nodded.

"Shall I help him sleep?" He asked, and Malik and Marik nodded. Ahmose knelt and placed a hand on Bakura's forehead.

"Look at me, Bakura...." Ahmose said, and his eyes began to glow. Bakura blinked and looked up, his eyes drawn to the glow. As soon as they made eye contact, Ahmose's eyes flashed, and Bakura's fell closed. Ahmose stood, and Marik lifted Bakura into his arms.

"I suggest that we all get some rest." Ahmose said, and left the room, Marik behind him. Mikado sighed and looked at Seto.

"If we're going in a few hours, is there anyone you want me to call to help us?" He asked.

"We can't have a large crowd following us... I think it's best it's just us" Seto said settling on the couch as he looked at the ground. "Thank you." Seto said addressing everyone in the room, "I don't know what I would do without your help." He said softly.

Malik smiled and hugged Seto. "Rest." He said, stepping away. "You'll need it." And then Malik and Mikado left the room, leaving Seto alone.