Another Love Story

Sorry this chapter took so long
my pretties. I lost all my motivation.
But, it's back. I'm back, and heres
chapter 9.

//=Character thoughts
**=Flashback
()=Authoress notes
= Ryou's mind link
^ Malik's mind link
_ Bakura's mind link

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Gi Oh


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Chapter 9 - Of Dark Blood and Fucking - Bakura POV

/What to do. What to do./
I sat on the roof of Kaiba's mansion looking out over the rooftops.
/Who the hell does Malik think he is?/
I was so pissed off. If he hadn't have been such an asshole I
would have wanted him. Hell, I wanted him anyway. But
I wasn't going to do a damn thing about it.

=Kura?=
_Yes Ryou?_
=Where are you?=
_On the roof._
=The roof?=
_Long story. What do you want?_
=I want to go home.=
_Already?_
Ryou didn't answer me.
/He's distracted. Well... at least he's having fun./

I sighed.
/What the hell is wrong with me? I'm so depressed. I can't
stop thinking about Malik. God I hate him. Stupid arrogant bastard.
I should knock some fucking sense into him./

^Bakura?^
Malik's voice in my head startled me out of my thoughts.
_What?_
^Ah ha! I found you!^
_What do you want Malik?_
^To apologize.^
/Bullshit/
_Fuck you_
^No Bakura, really i'm sorry I was such an ass.^
_You should be_
/Maybe I should just talk to the guy. He's unpredictable and
dangerous and I'm starting to like that./
_Alright Malik. Where are you?_
"Well... uh... actually..." Malik said, coming to stand beside me.
I shook my head.
"I should have known." I sighed.
"I really am sorry. You probably think I'm insane." Malik said softly.
“An asshole maybe. Spoilt definitely. But not insane.” I stated.
Malik sat down next to me, hugging his knees to his chest. he
burst into tears.
“Everyone hates me!” he sobbed.
/What the...../

=Bakura! Help!=
I jumped as Ryou’s sced ied in my head. I grabbed Malik’s arm
and hauled him after me as I ran back inside.
_Where are you?_
=Second floor bathroom.=

I bolted to the stairs that led down to the second floor. I was
about a third of the way down when Malik crashed into my back,
sending me tumbling head first down the stairs. I landed on my
back at the bottom. Malik landed on top of me. One of his knees
hit my stomach, the other hit my groin.
I pushed him off me and curled up on my side, gasping for air,
pain coursing through my body.

"Kura!" Ryou cried, latching onto me.
"Oh sweetie! Are you ok?" he gushed.
/Do I look ok?/
"Fine." I hissed.
He helped me sit up. I looked around, Malik had disappeared.
/Where did he go?/
"Oh Bakura! It's terrible!" Ryou sobbed, burying his head in my
shoulder.
/Sure is. I'm in so much pain./
"Tristan..." Ryou continued.
"What about Tristan?" I asked.
"He's dead!" Ryou cried, pulling away from me.
I got to my feet.
"What do you mean dead?" I said stupidly.
Ryou said nothing.

A policeman rounded the corner. He looked at us.
"Ryou, we need to speak with you now." he stated.
Ryou looked at him and nodded.
=Kura come with me=
_Alright kitten_
Ryou took my hand and followed the policeman around the corner.
The hallway was in chaos. People stood everywhere. Joey was in
handcuffs standing by the wall to the left. Kaiba stood opposite
him, arms crossed, scowling at Joey. Paramedics carried a stretcher
out of the door on the right.
Ryou clung tightly to my arm, digging his nails into my flesh. The
policeman led us outside to his car.
_We have to go to the police station?_
=I have to make a statement=
_Why? What did you do?_
=Joey killed Tristan=
_He what?_
I stopped in my tracks.
=No Bakura. Please stay with me. Don't get angry.=
I clenched my fists, the anger rising swiftly. I screamed and
held my hand out before me. The rubbish and recycle bins
exploded.
"I'll kill him!" I hissed.
The policeman pulled his gun out and pointed it at me.
=Bakura run! Go home!=
_But Joey..._
=Just go!=

I turned and bolted back into the house. Joey was going to pay.
I retraced my steps to the hallway on the second floor where Joey was.
"Joey" I growled "What the fuck did you do?"
"B-Bakura... I-I didn't do it. I swear. Tristan is my best friend!" Joey cried,
backing away fro.
\.
"Until you killed him. Why'd you do it Joey? He wouldn't sleep with you?
He couldn't handle the fact that you're a fag? Why?" I demanded.
"Bakura please! I didn't kill him. Ask Seto. I was...."Joey began.
"Watch your mouth Wheeler." Kaiba said coldly.
Joey looked like he'd been slapped. The remaining police took him away.
I looked at Kaiba who rubbed his eyes.
/Is he crying?/
"Kaiba...."
"Go away Bakura." he growled and stalked off.
I punched the wall where Joey had been standing, leaving a slight dent
and busting up my knuckles.
I sucked on the torn flesh, tatsing my sweet blood. I made my way outside
to go home. I got into my car, started the engine and sped off.

I pulled into the driveway, all the lights were off.
/Ryou's still not back../
I let myself in the darkened house and stood ie kie kitchen.
/What a night. Damn Joey that asshole./
My anger was building again.
/I should have sent him to the shadow realm. How could he do it?
Sure i'd killed before, but never my friends. How could he kill Tristan?
That would be like me killing Ryou./
I shuddered and trudged upstairs to take a shower. I took my pants off
and threw them down the hallway, followed by my shoes. I stepped under
the scalding hot water and rested my head on the cool blue tiles.
I headbutted the wall.
/Asshole./
I turned around and punched the glass door of the shower. It shattered
into a thousand jagged pieces, cutting my arms and legs.

Then I began to cry. Tears hotter than the water coursed down my sheeks.
I hated myself for being so weak, but Tristan's death was affecting my very badly.
"You're a fool Joey." I sobbed.
I sank to my knees, cutting myself on the glass but I didn't care. I was
bleeding everywhere now and it was stinging like hell.

I shakily stood up and turned off the shower. I bent over, wracked with sobs.
I was hurt both physically and emotionally and I was beginning to feel lightheaded.
I stumbled out into the hall and then into Ryou's room. I left bloody footprints
on his clean silver carpet as I mademy way to his bed.
I collapsed on my back and pulled the covers up to my chin, wincing as the material
slid across my many abrasions. I fell asleep or passed out. I'm not sure which.

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Woo hoo! So that was my fucup cup chapter 9.
This ended up shorter than it was meant to be.
*thinks*
All well... can't be helped.
On with chapter 10.