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Title: Who Knew

By: KuroSakura-chan/KuroSakura

Summary: Ryou has been murdered, and Domino City is paying for it.
Now, Seto has to find a way to stop Bakura before either Yami kills
the thief...or the thief kills Seto and Mokuba.

Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Crime,

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh

Couples: Seto/Bakura,

Warnings: Yaoi, 1st Person, Violence, Character Death,

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

…

-Otogi-

It's been too long.

It's been too long since anyone has
seen Bakura. How do I know? Seto Kaiba is pacing a track into the
carpet, glancing at the door, and then the clock. Malik and I
haven't seen him, and Marik sure as hell hasn't, since we had to
knock him out after the funeral. The likelihood of Bakura appearing
to the Pharaoh and Friends is laughable, so it's been too long.

Two hours.

Bakura could slaughter the entire city
in two hours, if he wished. As there have been no screams, I doubt
that he has started that stage of his grief. Although, I'd feel
better if he were killing people. At least that way we would know
where he is and what he is doing. We would be able to try and help
him through this. As it is, he could be torturing a child and we
would never know.

All of us, excluding the unconscious
Marik, look up as the door opens. There is a collective sigh as
Mokuba enters, running to his brother. I don't know if the sigh was
of relief or of disappointment, though. It's hard to tell with all
of the emotion making the air so thick it's difficult to breathe.

Malik hops up to check on Marik and
join Seto in pacing for awhile before sitting beside me again. His
left hand searches out my right hand, and I pull him into an embrace,
as close as I can get him without squeezing him too hard.

“Ryou...” I glance at the
Egyptian in my arms. “Ryou didn't deserve that...”

Ryou had a closed casket, but Seto had
managed to force them to open it for us before the funeral. It was
re-closed to protect the Pharaoh's “tender sensibilities,”
not that we would have let him see Ryou in such a state anyway. He
never cared about Ryou, after all. Still, even I thought we should
have left the casket open so he could see what he had done.

Ryou was supposed to be meeting the
Friendship Club for the day, but when he reached the meeting spot, no
one was there. He called Malik and I and eventually let himself be
talked out of waiting for awhile. That was the last we heard from
Ryou. He was attacked on his walk back, raped, and murdered. He'd
managed to keep the pain from reaching his mind link long enough that
even Bakura arrived too late. The only reason we can think of that
Ryou would do something so stupid was to keep Bakura from taking the
Ring up again. He had managed to get Bakura to give up the Ring, and
he had been so happy about it. Plus, he was the type of person who
wouldn't want another to suffer because of something affecting him.

We found out only after the funeral
that the Pharaoh had changed the meeting place and was the one
designated to tell Ryou. The only thing that kept him from Bakura's
wrath was Seto, whop pointed out that the Pharaoh wasn't worth
desecrating Ryou's grave. Malik and I had already knocked Marik
unconscious.

We haven't heard from the Friendship
Club since the funeral.

I press my face into Malik's hair,
half trying to suffocate myself. It's hard to even think
about living without Ryou. And knowing how much it hurts for me...I
fear. Not for the city, because some of them damn well deserve
Bakura's wrath. There is no way
that no one heard Ryou's screams. I refuse to believe it. So no, I
don't fear for the city. I fear for Bakura, who is likely to tear
himself apart over this. My pain is bad, but there is no way it can
compare with Marik's pain, let alone Bakura's.

“Ani...”(1)
Everyone turns as Mokuba speaks. He is addressing Seto, but the kid
doesn't react to everyone's sudden attention on him. He must have
expected it. “They still haven't found anyone...”

Seto
growls, and I cock an eyebrow, wondering what the hell is going on.
The CEO looks over at me, pinning me with his ice-blue eyes. Those
eyes much be mesmerizing to Bakura, who has a hard time dealing with
anything so clear and true-colored. “I hired people to find
who did this.”

Things
make sense now. We've known Seto isn't as much of an asshole as the
Friendship Club wants people to believe, but only Bakura has really
known what the man though about the rest of us, and he's never seen
fit to share. Now it's clear that he views us as friends. Whether
it is out association with Bakura or our nonchalant acceptance of him
as he is that has brought this on, I have no idea. I just know that
I appreciate it. If anyone can find the truth, it will be Seto
Kaiba.

The
door opens again, and everyone stiffens. Slowly, ever so slowly,
Bakura walks into the room. He stops just inside the door, and as it
closes behind him, I can't help but take in his appearance.

The
healthy bit of weight he had put on after giving up the Ring is gone.
No doubt having been eaten by the Shadow Magic coursing through his
body again. His hair is mussed, as though he hasn't brushed it since
the incident. He probably hasn't, now that I think on it. Crimson
orbs glare out of his shadowed eyes, making his white skin appear
paler, if that is even possible. But what is most terrifying about
him is the blood splashed over his clothing. The Ring is
disturbingly clear of blood, considering the amount covering the rest
of Bakura's chest.

His
eyes rove over all of us, stopping to focus on Marik for a bit. Only
a short bit, though, and he's looking around again. We say nothing
throughout his inspection. I don't think we know what to say.
Bakura is not the same as he was a few days ago. We can't just
approach him. Finally, he moves. It's a slow, fluid movement, a
slow walk to Seto. It actually makes sense that Bakura would view
him as safest. Seto Kaiba is nothing if not brutally honest.

“Where
have you been, Bakura?” I can't decide if Seto's question is
tactful or not. He didn't mention the blood on Bakura, but he still
made a demand. It makes me wonder if he has any idea as to how
Bakura can react in this situation.

Bakura
smirks coldly. “I'll find the bastard. If I have to kill the
entire crime world of Domino, I'll find him.”

A/N:
There you have it!

1:
“Ani”: Japanese for “my brother”. Personal
possessive.

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