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Baku, Ra, to Ringu: UnCut	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bakura found himself lying in a hospital bed once again.
He frowned and blinked at the ceiling, which was covered with water stains that made it look like someone had pissed up there.
He tried to sit up, meaning to get out of bed and go find Ryou, but found he could not move any part of his body.
He was about to start panicking when the door was opened noisily, and two sets of footsteps approached.
Bakura couldn't even move his head to see who it was. He didn't know until they leaned over his bed and peered down into his face that Malik and Jouno had come back.
Malik was wearing the crisp, starched white dress of a nurse, and Jouno was wearing baby blue scrubs. Malik furrowed his brow as he scrutinized Bakura's face. "Think he'll know?"
Jouno was pulling rubber gloves onto his hands. "Nah. It's already Friday and he still doesn't have a clue. He won't mind."
Bakura opened his mouth to ask what the fuck they were talking about--
He couldn't move his mouth. His apprehension began to compound in earnest when he realized he could no longer even blink his eyes or change his facial expression.
They were on opposite sides of his bed and each leaned forward now, grasping his arms. Malik looked towards the door. "Do you think she'll catch us?"
"Maybe. There will probably be at least one more death. A surprise, like in The Ring."
"Is that your prediction?"
Jouno shrugged. "You ready?"
"Always."
Suddenly, they bared their teeth and, falling forward, bit into Bakura's arms. Bakura didn't move or scream, but he felt the pain.
He felt them shaking their jaws back and forth, digging their teeth in and severing flesh. He wanted to scream and pull away, demand an explanation for their fucked up behavior, and most of all, make them pay for it. But he could not move.
o o o
Bakura opened his eyes.
He had a large plastic tube down his throat, forcing air into his lungs. He saw Ryou asleep in a chair beside his bed. He reached for his light and managed to brush his fingertips across Ryou's hand, waking him.
He opened his eyes. Bakura realized with a start that he was now sitting in Ryou's chair. He looked and saw himself asleep in the hospital bed.
Ryou? He leaned over the bed and peered into his own sleeping face.
He's not there. Where is he...?
He was startled by a loud CRASH-- glass breaking somewhere.
He ran to the bay windows and all he saw outside was the sands of Ancient Egypt. But he knew.
He turned towards the figure sleeping in the bed. "BakuChan! He's coming."
As he said this, he wondered why he'd said He's coming instead of She's coming.
o o o
Kaiba hunched over the workbench, soldering wiring onto a silicon chip the size of a pencil's eraserhead. He didn't pause to wipe the sweat from his brow until it seeped into his eyes. He wouldn't have stopped for the pain-- he straightened and began swabbing at his face with a soft white towel for the sole purpose of clearing his vision so he could work.
Out of the blue, he heard Jouno's voice:
What next, you gonna fuck your computer?
He could not remember when Jouno had said that, or if he ever actually had. It sure sounded like something he'd say. Kaiba paused for a second more to wonder how Jouno was progressing. The blonde had been in a coma, but only for about twenty minutes. The guy was a fighter. Kaiba had always known that.
Leaning over his work again, he smirked. And it's always been fun fighting with you, Puppy.
The cell phone rang, and Kaiba snatched it up. The only people who'd be calling right now would be the doctors caring for Jouno, or the scientists down in SubLevel 9, so it was doubtlessly something vital.
"What?"
o o o
Ryou was sitting up in the hospital bed, regarding Bakura placidly.
Bakura sweatdropped and gazed at his light-- the expression on Ryou's face was completely unreadable.
After a few quiet seconds, Ryou said, "You might want to have someone look at that."
Bakura followed Ryou's gaze, looking down at himself.
His arms were bloody, the flesh torn and decimated where Jouno and Malik had bitten him. The flesh was blackened and rotting. His arms were useless dead weight.
Ryou cackled, and the brashness of his voice made Bakura jolt. Looking up at his hikari, Bakura saw Ryou's eyes glinting with a fiery cruelty that seemed alien, yet suited him somehow.
"Oh, BakuChan, you can't do anything now. It's too late. It's as I always thought... You really are worthless, aren't you?"
o o o
It was a cold, gray morning. Mist hung in the air, chilling Jouno, making his skin clammy. He gazed down at the street-- dark lumps were cars, scurrying ants were people. Things looked so different from ten stories above.
There were a half-dozen orderlies standing in a semi-circle a few yards away from him, watching his every motion.
Jouno Wheeler presently sat on the ledge, legs already swung over the edge. He had every intention of jumping, but not until he'd spoken to Kaiba one last time.
They'd already called him, and now they were waiting.
The roof access door was opened and the hospital administrator came out, then held the door so Kaiba could enter.
The door was in line with where Jouno sat on the ledge. The first thing Kaiba saw upon stepping onto the roof was Jouno perched there, half-turned, watching Kaiba over his shoulder.
He strode towards the gathering, and the orderlies parted so he could approach Jouno.
Jouno raised a hand. "That's close enough."
Kaiba addressed everyone else without turning to look at them:
"Leave us."
The administrator sweatdropped. "Mr. Kaiba, with all due respect, we're trained experts, and it's against hospital policy to--"
Kaiba turned, and with an icy glare, reminded the administrator of KaibaCorp's upcoming annual donation. Soon, Kaiba and Jouno were alone.
Jouno regarded Kaiba for a few long seconds. The blonde had bandaging from the bullet he'd taken in the head. It was a small square of gauze taped just under his jawline, deceptively small considering how extensive the damages had seemed. Kaiba had been positive that Jouno would bleed to death before his helicopter could reach the hospital.
He was drawn into the depths of chocolate eyes and remembered Jouno's voice:
I'm in love with you, Kaiba!
Looking at Jouno Wheeler... the regret and despair in his eyes... Kaiba got the strangest feeling, as if Jouno were some sort of treasure that he could not allow to get away from him. He frowned and shook his head.
"Kaiba..."
"Sorry, did you say something? It's hard to hear out here, why don't you come inside if you want to talk."
"I can't do that. Look, Kaiba. I just wanted to... I want to apologize for Mokuba."
He reached for Kaiba. Kaiba stepped forward and offered one of his hands, which Jouno took in both of his. He raised one leg and folded the knee across the ledge so he could face Kaiba more.
"I wish with every fiber of my being that I could take back what happened to Mokuba. But I can't. I was weak and..." His voice cracked. Lowering his head, he could not conceal the tears that streamed down his face. He shook his head emphatically, then looked Kaiba in the eyes.
"But I can't. There's no way you can ever forgive me. I get that. There's no way I can live with the knowledge-- the memories--" He lowered his head and began to sob.
He found himself leaning into Kaiba, finding comfort in his arms. Kaiba didn't pull away or object.
"I'm sorry, Kaiba. I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible person. I can't..."
"Can't what? Face the consequences of your actions? Deal with the things you've done to the people you called your friends?" He suddenly seized Jouno in a vise-like grip.
Jouno pulled back as much as he could in Kaiba's arms, looking up into his eyes. "What are you doing? I caused you so much suffering! You should want me dead more than anyone!"
"Right. You lost your mind and made this big mess, now you're gonna splatter on the sidewalk. Leave another big mess for us to clean up. Don't be a coward! Own up to your crimes!"
o o o

"Psst. Hey, Bakura."
Bakura looked around, wondering who was calling to him. He looked up and down the hospital corridors, walking faster as his fear mounted. His arms were no longer damaged, and all he wore was a hospital gown with a hemline that stopped at his thighs.
It was the middle of the night, and he could not find anyone to talk to. He saw the shapes of patients lying in the beds, but he was afraid to speak to them-- afraid of what he might see if he looked at their faces.
Finally, he came upon a corner and saw Jouno peering at him from the next hallway. He was smirking and chuckling as he waved Bakura over. "That's it. Come over here."
His and Jouno's hospital gowns were identical.
Bakura wrinkled his nose. "When did you get admitted?"
"Got shot in the head. No big. Come on." He began to lead Bakura further down the hall, into darkness.
"Where are you leading me? Why should I follow you?"
"Now, now, don't be so suspicious. I've got a gift for you."
They wound up in a hospital room. Walking up, Bakura saw someone laying in the bed and quickly recognized Malik.
"Don't mind him," said Jouno. "He's dead now."
Getting on his knees, he reached under Malik's bed. "He won't be needing this anymore."
Bakura looked closely at Malik's face, trying to see if he was breathing. Malik did indeed look dead.
No. That can't be...
"Here you go."
The Sennen Rod was thrust into Bakura's hands. He blinked at Jouno, who smiled wider now. "My gift to you. You know what to do with it, don't you?"
He drew the blade out. It glinted faintly in the dim light. Bakura saw his eyes reflected in its golden surface.
"If you truly love your hikari, there's only one thing you can do. Don't falter when the time comes, BakaChan."
o o o
"Just let go of me!"
"I'm not letting you go! Since when is Jouno Wheeler a quitter?"
Jouno stopped struggling in Kaiba's grip, his brow furrowed, his eyes red from all his crying. "I'm not the same anymore. I can't go back to being the way I was."
"Yes you can. I can help you."
"Have you lost your mind?! I killed your brother!! You should hate me!" He began pounding on Kaiba's chest with both fists.
"Hate me! Hate me! I killed Mokuba!"
His fists slowed and his voice died down as he lowered his head. "I should be dead. Just let me die, please, let me die..."
Kaiba shocked Jouno by taking him into an embrace. Jouno felt Kaiba's body heat, and heard his heart beating. It calmed him somehow, although his sorrow did not diminish. He couldn't understand why Kaiba was being so forgiving about such a thing as Mokuba's gruesome death.
It suddenly occurred to him that maybe Kaiba was about to shove him over the edge.
That's why he didn't want me to take my life. He wanted the pleasure of killing me himself. He held Kaiba and squeezed his eyes shut, steeling himself.
I get it, Kaiba. This will give you the closure you need. Go ahead. Push me.
"Wheeler..."
"... Yes?"
"If you were really going to kill yourself, you wouldn't have let me get within three feet of you." He sprang into action, dragging Jouno away from the ledge and onto the rooftop.
"Aah! What are you doing?"
"Listen to me, Wheeler!"
Jouno thrashed and pulled them both back towards the ledge. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"LISTEN TO ME!"
Stunned at the volume and intensity of Kaiba's voice, he stopped and gazed up into Kaiba's blue eyes.
"I want you to listen to what I'm about to say very carefully. Are you listening?"
Jouno nodded.
"Good. I'm going to help you, because you have obviously had some sort of mental break. I've already called some of the best doctors in the world, and they're going to take care of you. I'm going to pay for your care, and you are going to accept my help without complaint. Do you understand?"
"But I..."
"Stop right there. I'm not done talking. The other thing I've got to say is very important. Are you listening?"
Jouno nodded.
"You did not kill Mokuba."
o o o
Ryou was not allowed to wake Bakura.
All he could do was watch helplessly as his yami lay thrashing and writhing in the grip of night-terrors. The doctors did tests which came out inconclusive, then did more tests, which also came out inconclusive. According to them, Bakura was perfectly healthy and yet...
Ryou dabbed some sweat off of Bakura's brow with a folded hand towel. He was whimpering in his throat, and it pained Ryou to see him this way.
Why can't I wake him? Why does he have to suffer...?
The doctors had told him that it could do more damage to wake him from the state he was in. Ryou didn't understand how pulling Bakura out of his terror could hurt him, but he had no choice but to follow their advice.
The towel was warm now. Ryou put it in the bowl of water and took it to the washroom to freshen it.
He emptied the bowl and filled it with fresh cold water, then tossed the soggy towel into the hamper and selected a new one. This was the only thing he could do right now to help Bakura, and he felt so worthless because of that fact.
He closed his eyes and sighed, then jolted as the door behind him was opened and Fluffy entered.
He closed the door and leaned against it, smiling at Ryou.
"Fluffy? Is something wrong?"
"I've got a stowaway."
He lowered his head, as if going into a trance. Ryou watched as Fluffy's trademark hair lost its spikiness and fell softly around his face.
When he looked up again, it was Malik who smiled and coquettishly batted his lashes at Ryou.
"Aijin..."
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