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Regret	By : BishojoShadow Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here is
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Seto sat in
his study his face buried in his hands 'what in he hell is wrong with me...' he
thought he could hardly believe what he had almost done to Ryou...then go a
beat the fire out of him for something that wasn't his fault. He loved Ryou he
truly did he knew his actions were unforgivable and both Marik and Ryou's
brother would want his head...but he didn't care, no not anymore, Ryou would
know he loved him and he was sorry for what he had done no matter what Marik
and Bakura do. He took out a clean sheet of paper and a pen as he began to
write a letter to the one person he thought could love him.
He finished
the letter placing it in an envelope, sealing it, and putting Ryou's name on it
as he sighed deeply. He went to his brother's room and kissed the sleeping boy
stroking his long raven hair for a minute before going into his bedroom. He
showered putting on his robe as he picked up his phone telling his layer he
needed to see him immediately and hanging up knowing that he would come. He
placed the letter on his desk gently looking around his room for a moment.
Seto walked
briskly to the bar, pouring himself a vodka tonic as he settled in to wait for
his lawyer. Half a bottle later, his
lawyer was there, dressed in holey jeans and a sweatshirt.
"Alright,
what is so important?" Boshi asked
Seto, a touch of exasperation in his voice.
"I have a court date in about 4 hours, so this can't take too long." He said, helping himself to a scotch. "I need you to draw up a will for me,
tonight. I will give you all the
details, and sign it before you leave.
When you get to your office, make four copies of it, to be given to the
people named in the will, and one for you.
Can you handle that?"

Boshi looked
at Seto strangely "Yes I can but why so sudden?" He asked slightly
concerned but Seto just waved his hand dismissing the question as Boshi sat
down writing all of what Seto wished, he considered Seto a sensible man he
wouldn't do anything drastic.
"Just
because I have been doing some thinking tonight. I know that if anything happened to me, there would be no
guarantee that my brother would still have the company when he came to age. Hence, the will. I want to make sure it is taken care of. No more questions, let's get this done and
over with because I prefer my own company to yours tonight."
Boshi simply
nodded, he took the answer with confidence and didn�t ask anymore questions, he
had things to do anyway and needed to attend to them as the will was finished
shortly and Seto re-read it and signed as Boshi took the copy and the mailing
list, "I'll have it at the peoples houses you've asked for in the morning
have a good night sir." Boshi said leaving Seto to his peace.
Seto watched
Boshi leave, and quietly close the door.
He went and poured himself another drink, straight vodka this time, and
went and sat down behind his desk.
Well, he told himself, at least it is all taken care of. He opened his top desk door, taking the
gleaming nine-millimeter out and the box of bullets that sat next to it. He carefully loaded it, sipping on his drink
as he went. He started crying, silent
tears that escaped his eyes and ran silently down his face. This is right. He told himself. How can
one live knowing that they hurt the one they loved? They can't he decided, as he clicked off the safety. "I love you Ryou." He said silently, opening his mouth wider
and placing the gun on his tongue. He
sat there for a second, looking at his salvation. This is the way it has to be,
he thought, as he flexed his arm and knew no more.

"There
you go honey." Marik said gently,
as he laid Ryou in the massive bed.
"I want you to sleep now, okay?"
Ryou pouted
slightly as his brother ruffled his hair slightly in all reality he didn't
really trust letting the two stay awake while he was asleep, no telling what
they would be up to...however, he was really tired as Marik kissed him gently
and he almost instantly fell into sleep. "He must be exhausted."
Bakura commented softly so not to wake Ryou
"Yeah. He will hopefully sleep the night away. I am leaving Joey here; to make sure he is
okay. Are you ready?" He said, striding out the door while Bakura
followed in his wake. "I want to
give this filthy piece of trash a piece of my mind."
Bakura
smiled slightly a sadistic smirk strangely fitting his face perfectly despite
how much he resembled Ryou. "Your not the only one." Bakura said
softly. "I know. Let's make a stop
in the study first though, and then we will be on our way. I have something I need to get." Marik said, walking quickly through the
house. He stopped abruptly, and then
turned to Joey. "I have no other
chauffeurs on duty right now. We will
have to drive ourselves. Do you
mind?"
Not at
all." Bakura said as they were soon inside Marik�s study and Bakura opened
a desk drawer, pulled out a golden rod, and eyed in strangely "What is
this?" He asked looking at Marik. It looked like something from Egypt it
had a round top with eye carved into it with wings on the side the rest was
just a straight line. He fumbled with it for a second noticing the casing to
the rod came off revealing a knife. "Nice." He commented softly

"Yeah, it has belonged in the family for ages. I think it is perfect for this." Marik said, as they headed for the
garage. Marik grabbed a set of keys
that were hanging on the hook, and him and Bakura got into the car. "Seto doesn't live too far, so we
should be there soon."
"What about his little brother?" Bakura asked,
"If he is home..." Bakura said
"Then he is home." Marik said flatly.
"There is nothing we can do about that." They drove through town, neither saying a
word as they watched the town pass by.
Marik pulled up to the mansion, and stopped just before the front door,
jumping out with Bakura and walking to the door.
Bakura sighed impatiently as they waited for someone to
answer the door, he would normally just break inside but setting off a million
alarms would not help anything besides Marik knew that getting to Seto
shouldn't be a problem...
"May I help you gentlemen? An elderly butler asked as
he opened the door. "Oh,
Marik. Of course. Come in.
We just weren't expecting you right now." He said ushering Bakura and Marik inside.
"I have no time to talk. Where is Seto?"
Marik asked roughly.
"He is in his personal study. I will show you the way."
The butler said, taken by surprise by the abruptness in Marik's voice.
Marik walked ahead of the butler apparently already knowing
the way as Bakura joined him in the elevator as they went to the second floor
walking down the long hallways toward the very last door as they stepped
inside.
"Sir?" The
butler inquired, knocking politely on the door. "Sir? Marik is here
to see you." The butler waited a
moment, and then quietly opened the door.
"Seto!" He screamed,
rushing to his beloved boss.
Bakura cringed at the scene; obviously, Seto hadn�t been
dead long the blood on the floor was still wet as it stained the manservant�s
hands as he rushed to the nearest phone calling an ambulance. Bakura looked to
Marik who had an equally shocked expression on his face.
Marik slowly walked into the room, unable to look away from
the gruesome sight before him. So much
blood he thought, barley registering the voice of the butler as he talked to
the other person on the phone.
Bakura sighed shaking his head as he looked about the room
trying to focus on something other than the now lifeless body of Seto as his
attention was drawn to the desk, which had a letter with Ryou's name on it.
"Marik." He said softly motioning to the letter as he noticed the
will on his desk as well.
Marik picked up the envelope, looking at Ryou's name. "He did this himself." He whispered softly. He picked up the will in his other hand, and
began skimming it, his eyes growing wider with disbelief as he read.
"That�s apparent...then gun is still in his hand."
Bakura said noticing Marik's sudden silence "What is it?" He asked
"He has left everything to Ryou, and his
brother." Marik said in
disbelief. "Everything."
Bakura was speechless at first "Wh...why would he do
such a thing." He said taking the will as well skimming it as well not
believing and frowned looking back at Seto "...Ryou's going to blame
himself for this." He said running a hand through his hair nervously.
Paramedics rushed into the room but seemingly went unnoticed by both Bakura and
Marik as the letter was pocketed quickly by Marik...it was for Ryou's eyes not
anyone else.
"I know. We
need to tell him as soon as we
can." Marik said, heading for the
door. A heavyset police officer stopped
in front of them, blocking their exit.
"Excuse me, gentlemen? I
was wondering if you could just answer a few questions for me." He asked, making it more of a command then a
question.
Bakura shook his head silently He hated this stupid routine,
they didn't have any answers to the questions he was bound to ask them as he
sighed heavily...they needed to get home they didn't have time to deal with a
police officer however, if they didn't they could be suspected for murder as
they were lead into a separate room by the officer.
"Now, the butler says that you had come over and he was
showing you into the room, when you guys found the body, is that
correct?" The cop asked, taking
out a little black flip notebook.
"Yes" they both said unanimously "What reason
do you have for visiting the victim?" The officer asked " "We
came on business." Marik stated we have a project together.
"Business?"
The cop inquired, looking up from his notes. "What business are you in?" "Well," Marik
answered, "He was my partner on a new archeological dig site. He was the money behind the machine, if you
will. I came to discuss general
matters, see if he was happy with the progress we were making. How long do you think this is going to take,
officer?"
The officer sighed "Are you in a hurry?" He asked
"My brother is sick." Bakura said "I would like to return home
as soon as possible." Bakura said "I see...we might call you both in
for later questioning but for now you may go home." He said "If I
could have your names?" He asked "Bakura Intermir." "Marik
Ishtal." They finished the
unwelcome interview by giving the officer their phone numbers, and places they
could be reached. They walked silently
through the house, letting themselves out, and getting back in the car. Marik sat in the dark behind the leather
steering wheel, not bothering to turn on the engine.
"God damn it!"
He screamed suddenly, hitting the steering wheel with both hands. Bakura jumped at the rage in Marik's voice,
and decided it would be better if he didn't say anything at all. They drove home, both deep in their own
thoughts, and only occasionally acknowledging the others presence.
Bakura was concerned for Ryou not only was he beat up and
nearly raped by a good friend he very well could have caused his suicide as
well...and Seto left everything to him...Mokuba was to young to inherit the
other half as of yet. And for some reason Bakura didn't feel sorry for Seto at
all, he almost felt he deserved the hell beat out of him before he died but it
didn't work out that way unfortunately for Bakura. As they entered the mansion,
they both checked on Ryou who was still asleep soundly. Bakura sighed looking
at Marik who stood in the doorway simply staring at Ryou.
"Let's leave it till he wakes up." Bakura whispered to Marik softly. "He needs this sleep." Marik sighed, feeling helpless again. "I think that is a good
idea." He replied. "Want a drink?"
"Yes." Bakura said as he followed him out of the
bedroom and into the living room quietly as he took a glass of scotch.
"What was that little outburst in the car all about?" Bakura asked
curious.
"I don't think he should of gotten out of it so
easily. He should of paid for what he
did to Ryou." Marik told him,
sitting in the armchair across from Bakura.
"I agree with you...but if that�s how he wanted out
that�s his choice and there isn't much we can do about it now anyway."
Bakura reclined back sipping his drink "I'm more concerned for Ryou at the
moment...this is going to hit him hard." Bakura said
"I know."
Marik groaned, putting the cold glass against his forehead. "I am almost tempted not to tell
him. They have been friends for a long
time, and truthfully I believe this is the first time Seto has ever hurt
him."
"I was surprishat hat he was the one who hurt him, Ryou
was constantly getting in trouble for staying out to late with him. Ryou was a
bit naive then and younger then all the other students but Seto took care of
him, but after high school Seto took control of the corporation so they didn't
see each other anymore." Bakura sighed shaking his head "It's not
like we can keep something like this a secret and there�s also that letter you
have." Bakura said "That's Ryou's he has a right to read it."
Bakura said
See, here is what I am thinking. We make it where Ryou finds them in the morning, they tell him
the news, big drama, Ryou cries, takes the letter and locks himself up in the
bedroom. Then the end of the chap is
the letter, nothing else.
And do you want to leave the details of the will for next
chap? I mean, it is somewhat heartless
to say hey, your best friend is dead, but he left you a fortune.
yeah next chapter would be best
"I know."
Marik said, getting up to pour himself another drink.
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