AN: MY OUTLOOK! Not really AU. Seriously! This sticks very close to the
anime, accept for the odd wording or some small things. This is my take on
Ryou and Bakura's relationship and how Bakura isn't really as evil as he
appears. Okay, he's still power hungry, but he's not sadistic or evil! A
FIRST! And Ryou isn't as good as you'd all like to think. Oh, a bit of
R/B pairing though nothing major and it's not focused on. Think of it as
family love if you wish too. Anyway, enjoy and flame if you wish.
Ryou's Problem
I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and mutter some curse word under my breath. I hated the morning. I hated the sun. I hated the unexpected light. I hated the cold floors. I hated EVERYTHING about mornings, but most of all I hated the time I spent waiting for the shower.
I'm the first one to admit that I'm a complete and utter bitch in the morning and the second person to admit that I'm a hell of a lot nice after my morning shower and coffee. Great stuff, Coffee. Didn't have any of it when I was alive, so I'm making up for lost time. I drink it every chance I get. Ryou complains that I drink it too much and I'm over indulging, but I don't know the meaning of the word. I growl and knock on the door.
"Ryou? Hurry up in there! I've got a hangover and I want my shower." I waited for his customary response-that I shouldn't drink so much if I don't want a hangover-but it didn't come. "Ryou? You okay?"
"I'ma fine." Ryou slurred from the other side of the door.
"You sure? You don't sound to good." I commented.
"Sure, I'm..." Ryou began, but was cut off by sounds agony. "Ohhhh."
"Ryou!" I called a bit more frantically. I pressed my ear to the door and heard crashing and another grunt of pain. By now I was very worried, so I slammed my foot into the door. The lock, old and weak, gave way and the door swung open. I saw him holding the wall over the toilet, covered in blood and sweat and surrounded by broken bottles.
"What?" He asked weakly, looking up at me. I ran over to him and grabbed a towel to wipe his bloody hands, while kicking the glass away.
"What happened?" I asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He mumbled. "Just the crash. Will you stop moving?"
"I'm not moving. What do you mean? The crash?" I asked, confused. Ryou shook his head and threw his head back into the toilet, heaving. I held his head and grabbed his hair so it wouldn't fall in his face. When he was done throwing up, I helped his stand and turned on the shower. Pulling his shirt and pants off, I helped him into the shower and let the water wet us down. When I was sure he was feeling better, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry him with.
"What happened?" I asked harshly. Ryou shook his head and sagged against the wall. He waved his hand vaguely at the sink and I got his a cup of water to drink. I helped him sit on the floor since he was having trouble standing and bandaged his hands.
"I'm so tired." He mumbled when he was finished drinking. "I've got to sleep it off. I'll be okay in a few hours. I've been through this before."
"Okay." I sighed, helping his to his room. Unsure what else to do, I covered him in blankets and turned off the lights. I hadn't been a doctor in Egypt and this disease my hikari had been taken with was new to me. Fortunately, Ryou seemed to know what to do, so I was saved from that worry; not that I would have worried anyway, but still. Closing the door behind me, I made my way down to the bathroom and swept up the glass. When I was finished I grabbed the clothes and towels that littered the floor. I was about to put Ryou's pants in the hamper for him to wash when he was better, when I felt something heavy in one of the pockets. I reached inside and pulled out a bag with a bunch of white powder in it and a few straws. Confused, I dipped my finger in it.
"Why is Ryou carrying around salt?" I asked tasting it. "YUCK!! Defiantly NOT salt. Or sugar for that matter. So what is it?"
Uncertain what else to do, I went over to the cordless phone and entered the number of my friend, Malik Ishtar and his aibou. He knew a lot about these modern things and his aibou knew even more. Unlike me (I was still stuck in the past on something's), Malik had adjusted well to the time changed and was busy making the best of everything the modern age had to offer him. Which basically meant guns, weapons, the Internet and the black market. I heard the phone ring once and then twice before someone picked up.
"Hello?" A voice asked. It was Malik. "This better be important, cause... No, stop that! NO!!"
I heard some crashing in the background and a few muffled curses.
"Sorry about that." Yami Malik sighed coming to the phone. "Now who is this?"
"Bakura." I growled. "Look, I need some help. Ryou's sick."
"So take his to a doctor." Yami Malik shrugged.
"No. Can't. Ryou's scared shitless of them and he'd probably freak out. Anyway, I found some white powder in his pants. I was wondering if you might know what it is."
"Don't ask me. If it was a weapon I could probably tell you everything you needed and didn't need to know. Food, drink and the other modern crap confuses me. I'll put Malik on. He'll know."
There was another bit of shuffling as the phone got passed back to the hikari.
"Ryou's sick?"
"Yes. I found him in the bathroom a few minutes ago. He was sweating and looked really out of it. But he couldn't stand and he'd knocked over a bunch of glass bottles and cut his hands. I took care of him and he's in bed now. I started to clean up his stuff and found something in his pockets.
"what did you find?"
"Powder. It tastes disgusting!" I told him.
"You tasted it?"
"Yea. Thought it might be sugar."
"So it's white?"
"Yep. Oh, and inside the bag are some small straws."
"Oh crap." Malik cursed. "NO! Yami! Stop that! NOT THE CAT!!!"
I heard a gun shot and a scuffling in the background.
"STOP THAT!!"
"IT'S JUST A CAT!"
"SHE'S GONNA SUE US! NO MORE GUNS FOR YOU!"
"Uh, Malik?" I asked.
"I'm back." Malik said. "Stupid Yami!"
"I heard that!" Yami Malik yelled back.
"Uh, do you know what the powder is or not?"
"I do. That's what the 'oh crap' was for. Bakura, I think Ryou is doing stuff."
"Well of course he's doing stuff! He's not bleeding dead!"
"No! Stuff as in dust, coke, snow, flake, blow, nose candy, powder. He's on Cocaine!"
"You're telling me that Ryou's a fucking druggie?!" I screamed.
"Listen, Cocaine isn't good, all right? I suggest you flush the stuff and keep an eye on him. A real close eye. I don't think he's addicted yet, but he might try to get some more Cocaine for the high. I'll look into it more, but try to find out how long he's been on this shit."
"Ok." I mumbled. "Thanks."
There was a click and I hung up the phone softly.
"My hikari is doing drugs." I whispered. "He's a druggie. Oh my god."
Ryou's Problem
I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and mutter some curse word under my breath. I hated the morning. I hated the sun. I hated the unexpected light. I hated the cold floors. I hated EVERYTHING about mornings, but most of all I hated the time I spent waiting for the shower.
I'm the first one to admit that I'm a complete and utter bitch in the morning and the second person to admit that I'm a hell of a lot nice after my morning shower and coffee. Great stuff, Coffee. Didn't have any of it when I was alive, so I'm making up for lost time. I drink it every chance I get. Ryou complains that I drink it too much and I'm over indulging, but I don't know the meaning of the word. I growl and knock on the door.
"Ryou? Hurry up in there! I've got a hangover and I want my shower." I waited for his customary response-that I shouldn't drink so much if I don't want a hangover-but it didn't come. "Ryou? You okay?"
"I'ma fine." Ryou slurred from the other side of the door.
"You sure? You don't sound to good." I commented.
"Sure, I'm..." Ryou began, but was cut off by sounds agony. "Ohhhh."
"Ryou!" I called a bit more frantically. I pressed my ear to the door and heard crashing and another grunt of pain. By now I was very worried, so I slammed my foot into the door. The lock, old and weak, gave way and the door swung open. I saw him holding the wall over the toilet, covered in blood and sweat and surrounded by broken bottles.
"What?" He asked weakly, looking up at me. I ran over to him and grabbed a towel to wipe his bloody hands, while kicking the glass away.
"What happened?" I asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He mumbled. "Just the crash. Will you stop moving?"
"I'm not moving. What do you mean? The crash?" I asked, confused. Ryou shook his head and threw his head back into the toilet, heaving. I held his head and grabbed his hair so it wouldn't fall in his face. When he was done throwing up, I helped his stand and turned on the shower. Pulling his shirt and pants off, I helped him into the shower and let the water wet us down. When I was sure he was feeling better, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry him with.
"What happened?" I asked harshly. Ryou shook his head and sagged against the wall. He waved his hand vaguely at the sink and I got his a cup of water to drink. I helped him sit on the floor since he was having trouble standing and bandaged his hands.
"I'm so tired." He mumbled when he was finished drinking. "I've got to sleep it off. I'll be okay in a few hours. I've been through this before."
"Okay." I sighed, helping his to his room. Unsure what else to do, I covered him in blankets and turned off the lights. I hadn't been a doctor in Egypt and this disease my hikari had been taken with was new to me. Fortunately, Ryou seemed to know what to do, so I was saved from that worry; not that I would have worried anyway, but still. Closing the door behind me, I made my way down to the bathroom and swept up the glass. When I was finished I grabbed the clothes and towels that littered the floor. I was about to put Ryou's pants in the hamper for him to wash when he was better, when I felt something heavy in one of the pockets. I reached inside and pulled out a bag with a bunch of white powder in it and a few straws. Confused, I dipped my finger in it.
"Why is Ryou carrying around salt?" I asked tasting it. "YUCK!! Defiantly NOT salt. Or sugar for that matter. So what is it?"
Uncertain what else to do, I went over to the cordless phone and entered the number of my friend, Malik Ishtar and his aibou. He knew a lot about these modern things and his aibou knew even more. Unlike me (I was still stuck in the past on something's), Malik had adjusted well to the time changed and was busy making the best of everything the modern age had to offer him. Which basically meant guns, weapons, the Internet and the black market. I heard the phone ring once and then twice before someone picked up.
"Hello?" A voice asked. It was Malik. "This better be important, cause... No, stop that! NO!!"
I heard some crashing in the background and a few muffled curses.
"Sorry about that." Yami Malik sighed coming to the phone. "Now who is this?"
"Bakura." I growled. "Look, I need some help. Ryou's sick."
"So take his to a doctor." Yami Malik shrugged.
"No. Can't. Ryou's scared shitless of them and he'd probably freak out. Anyway, I found some white powder in his pants. I was wondering if you might know what it is."
"Don't ask me. If it was a weapon I could probably tell you everything you needed and didn't need to know. Food, drink and the other modern crap confuses me. I'll put Malik on. He'll know."
There was another bit of shuffling as the phone got passed back to the hikari.
"Ryou's sick?"
"Yes. I found him in the bathroom a few minutes ago. He was sweating and looked really out of it. But he couldn't stand and he'd knocked over a bunch of glass bottles and cut his hands. I took care of him and he's in bed now. I started to clean up his stuff and found something in his pockets.
"what did you find?"
"Powder. It tastes disgusting!" I told him.
"You tasted it?"
"Yea. Thought it might be sugar."
"So it's white?"
"Yep. Oh, and inside the bag are some small straws."
"Oh crap." Malik cursed. "NO! Yami! Stop that! NOT THE CAT!!!"
I heard a gun shot and a scuffling in the background.
"STOP THAT!!"
"IT'S JUST A CAT!"
"SHE'S GONNA SUE US! NO MORE GUNS FOR YOU!"
"Uh, Malik?" I asked.
"I'm back." Malik said. "Stupid Yami!"
"I heard that!" Yami Malik yelled back.
"Uh, do you know what the powder is or not?"
"I do. That's what the 'oh crap' was for. Bakura, I think Ryou is doing stuff."
"Well of course he's doing stuff! He's not bleeding dead!"
"No! Stuff as in dust, coke, snow, flake, blow, nose candy, powder. He's on Cocaine!"
"You're telling me that Ryou's a fucking druggie?!" I screamed.
"Listen, Cocaine isn't good, all right? I suggest you flush the stuff and keep an eye on him. A real close eye. I don't think he's addicted yet, but he might try to get some more Cocaine for the high. I'll look into it more, but try to find out how long he's been on this shit."
"Ok." I mumbled. "Thanks."
There was a click and I hung up the phone softly.
"My hikari is doing drugs." I whispered. "He's a druggie. Oh my god."