Daisuke: Lavvy does not own YuGiOh.

Lav: And don't get me wrong, the Ryou/Bakura coupling is very overused, but hell, I like it. Mm, enjoy.

Key: hikari to yami through mind link

yami to hikari through mind link

Lav: And blah blah blah, you get it.

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Warning: Shonen-ai (going to turn into yaoi), language. And yeah, the rating is for later chapters. Oh, and if you find dark, twisted thoughts and real insanity to be disturbing, run. Run far, far away. Don't worry kiddies, no lemons here. Just good, plain depression. If you don't like/enjoy/love any of the topics mentioned above, then either bare it, or go read a story about rainbow ponies prancing through a meadow in the middle of spring. Toting flamethrowers, leather jackets, and grenade launchers. They'd also have to have pointy teeth and a thirst for blood… Oh, yeah, I'll stop now.

Well, this is my first fic, so go ahead and flame the hell out of me if you wish.

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He sat there, alone in the shadows of his room. Every now and then, whimpering could be heard. Desperate words were spoken in between hiccups and sobs.

"They took you away just like that," he whispered. "I couldn't do a thing about it." He was having trouble accepting that fact.

"You'll handle the mental strain better than I would. But why… why did they have to find out and take you away from me? I need you, Bakura! And it should be me they dragged away, not you!" His screams echoed throughout the darkness.

Flashback [5 hours ago]

Bakura cradled Ryou on his lap, whispering words of comfort as the shorter of the two cried. 'He's crying for me.' Kura thought sadly. 'Let that be the only thing that keeps me alive.' If he was going to do this for his Hikari, he would have stop thinking so desperately. 'Not to mention I'm being a fucking dramatic right now.' It was his last attempt at thinking of something to laugh at. Terrible how all he could think about… was how they were coming for him.

"I'm doing this because it spares you." He reassured the shuddering figure.

"Oh, really? I thought you were doing it 'cause you're a goddamn idiot…" Ryou scowled, causing Bakura to laugh half-heartedly. "Well sure, Ryou, if you want to remember me as a goddamn idiot, then by all means."

"How can you have the irony to laugh?" The smaller of the two spat.

"Mental cases like myself find strange reasons to laugh. Worry, fear, loss of mental reasoning; you name it." He said, a genuine smile gracing his features. "You're not funny." Ryou said flatly.

The sound of banging on the door startled the two. "They're going to break down the door to get to you, Bakura." This only caused the taller to hug him closer. "Let them." He murmured.

"You can't go… Kura, we can still get out. Please…" The hikari pleaded.

"They don't know I'm not you, Ryou. It's the only way to keep you away from them for the time being. You know just as well as I do that they'd find us, or more particularly you. And what if I couldn't protect you then?" He simply closed his eyes and held onto Ryou like a lifeline.

The pounding on the door became more frequent, and substantially harder. "Open up!" A man outside the door yelled.

Bakura buried his face in his beloved light's hair. "Not until I'm sure I can remember the way he smells…" He muttered, and without warning took Ryou's lips into an unbearably gentle kiss. "And the way he tastes."

Ryou stared up into the eyes of his darkness, only to find they were glazed over and hazy violet in color. Strange how these 'abilities' were effecting him aswell. He had expected it, considering his Yami was a part of him, but he had never noticed it before. His eyes often reflected his mood, more so than ever thought humanly possible. 'They don't think I'm human…' Ryou mused, and clung to Bakura once again.

"They'll get in eventually. You have to go hide, my angel." The taller said apathetically. Before Ryou had a chance to protest, Bakura shoved him off of his lap. "Go hide!" He hissed.

Despite his yami's order, Ryou only stood there with tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked hurt, distressed, and most of all, unloved. "Would you go hide if I made a promise to you?" His yami asked.

"It depends. What promise?" He replied. Bakura smiled warily, "I promise I'll find a way back to you eventually. But only if you do two things for me. One, go hide and don't come out until we're gone, and two…" He paused a moment and got up, pulling Ryou into a soft embrace. "Two, promise you won't forget me." His hikari nodded and muttered in reply, "I love you."

"As I love you, angel. Now, go hide. Keep your promises to me, and I shall keep mine to you."

The smaller teen did as instructed, and hid himself within the hall closet. Needless to say, he chose that particular spot because if he cracked the door open just slightly, he could see what was going on in his living room.

"Open up now!" The door was splintering in certain places, and it was only a matter of time.

"Begone, government filth!" Bakura screeched in reply, actually sounded much like he was demented. Ryou chuckled bitterly. "I'll never see him again, and he insists on leaving me with memories of his last moments where he acted like a total psycho. Thoughtful."

"For the last time, open this door now!" They shouted.

Bakura snarled at the thoroughly beaten up door. "Listen here, demon spawn, you will not take me! Torment me not with your foolish attempts at gaining supremacy and erudition from what you could not possibly hope to fathom, ruddy archfiends! Return to your faulty books and manuals for the erudition you constantly strive for, do not seek it here, for you can only hope to extract lies from my mouth!" He bit back hysterical laughter, figuring he really sounded strange. 'Perfect. Atleast Ryou… will be alright.'

"No no no…" Ryou sobbed. "He doesn't understand what they'll to do him… They'll break him entirely…"

'Damnit Ryou!' Bakura thought angrily as he heard the soft sobbing sounds drifting through the dark. "Be quiet, or they'll hear you!" He snapped in nothing more than a whisper, and was satisfied as the noises ceased. Without warning, someone literally fell through the door, seeing as the last slam had successfully caused some wood to break.

Four very buff looking men wearing sunglasses and all black climbed through the hole, each one muttering his own complaints about the youth that they were supposed to lead away. A young woman and man in long white coats entered, each carrying a small briefcase.

"You will regret not heeding my warnings." Bakura hissed.

"And you'll regret staying here, though it would be much more painful if you had run." The young woman spoke. "I'm sure, you conniving wench." He spat. She narrowed her eyes and spoke sternly, "Are you going to come quietly or not, Ryou?"

"Allow me the pleasure of hearing one good reason why I should come quietly escape your disgusting mouth, and I might think about it." He said, backing away from the four men that began advancing on him. "You will come with us, or you will be taken by force. Your choice." She said with a smug look playing across her face.

"Don't you dare smirk at me, arrogant witch. You have not captured your prize yet, oh blind one." The white-haired youth hissed, baring his teeth as if he had fangs. Of course, he had psychic abilities and another being who was a very part of him, but he couldn't be lucky enough to acquire fangs. Go figure.

"Restrain him! You will bring him back to the truck, if you value your lives and your jobs." She shouted before removing a needle from her suitcase. She handed it to the tallest of the four, whispering in his ear, "Knock him out cold." He grunted, seemingly understanding what she meant.

Bakura put up a worthwhile struggle, but a kick to the stomach had sent him down long enough for them to knock him out with the drug the woman had left behind. Ryou grimaced as they kicked his darkness. He fought down the bile rising in his throat as he heard snapping sounds, which he was sure were Bakura's ribs. R-Ryou…

Bakura… no…

I'll see you again sooner than you think, my angel…

End Flashback [now the current time]

He had been a coward. There was no way to avoid that fact. His Yami might of just given his life for Ryou, and he didn't do a thing. He hid… while his dark was beaten into submission on his behalf.

"You're stupidity in concealing your abilities will be paid for in blood, and it will not be your own. The figments will feast on him, you know that."

Shudders racked his body at the words that had come from his very mouth. "He's stronger than I am. He'll last as long as need be, and then he'll come back to me." He replied, tears spilling down his pale face. He wished it were true, with every fiber of his being did he wish it to be true.

"Imbecile! He may be able to take the pain and emotional stress, but what happens when even your loving darkness loses himself? How will you bear it, knowing YOU killed him?!"

"He is coming back to me." His firm reply kept the shadows quiet for now. He took this time to cry himself to sleep. His dreams were a constant onslaught of visions of demons picking apart his lover. Dreams of the his darkness hallucinating and crying out as they literally tore him apart…

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Upon waking up, he was immediately yanked out of the chair he was sitting in, and thrown into a medium sized white room. The stone floor was white, the walls, the ceiling… It made Bakura sick. He winced, trying to let his eyes focus to the overuse of the color. This sucked. It definitely rivaled the time Ryou had painted his room pastel pink and baby blue.

"This is worse." He murmured. "I could use a large dose of any color besides white right now, no matter how much of an eye-sore it is."

He paced around the confines of the room, eyeing everything warily. "Fuck." He muttered. He was startled at the sound of the door hissing open, and he turned around at a breakneck speed, looking as frightened as he could possibly. Truth be told, he was a little more frightened then he let on, but they didn't need to know that.

A doctor entered the room, followed by two burly looking men. "How are you feeling?" He questioned, a fake sound of concern.

"I am worse than ever, but you are to be pitied. Mammon AND Leviathan have infected you so easily, have they not?" The doctor looked taken aback. "Mammon? Leviathan?" He asked, raising a brow in the silver-haired youth's direction.

"Demon of avarice and demon of envy, half-wit." The men who had stepped into the room looked wary and extremely irritated. The doctor wrote a few things down on paper attached to a clipboard, and then broke the awkward silence, "Ryou, you are going to stay here tonight. We are going to run a few tests on you in the morning, and hopefully by then you will have calmed down some."

He turned on his heel to leave and beckoned for the other two to follow. Bakura simply stared as the door hissed shut, and he was left alone again. He stood there in a stupor, silently thanking whatever god listening for his knowledge of demons. 'The ring…' He thought, and began to panic, feeling around his neck. To his misfortune, they had taken it. So, until they released him or he found a way out, he was stuck here in this psychiatric ward of hell.

'I'm not going to be able to keep this up forever…'

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Ryou did not sleep, nor did he eat. He simply sat and waited. Days turned into weeks, and his friends begged him to come out of his room. To eat something, atleast. He was wasting away slowly, he knew that, but it was how he would feel the pain his darkness felt.

Bakura's pain, however, was forcefully worse.

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The silver-haired figure writhed in pain, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Tasting his own blood was the only thing keeping him conscious, and thinking straight. Sure, he had collapsed again in the most painful fit yet, and this had to be the one time they hadn't come running with drugs and restraints within the first five to ten minutes. The first time this had happened, they had jabbed so many needles into him it was only a matter of seconds before he fell asleep, and the pain stopped.

Now they were nowhere in sight.

"Just… my… fucking… luck…" He seethed, screaming when his body contorted and twisted itself at the force that felt as if it was ripping through him at a snail's pace.

"We really don't know how to stop it anymore. So why not see how this plays out?"

"He's in pain, you have to do something atleast!"

"That boy and his 'abilities' will handle everything."

"Don't be stupid! Look at him! He's dieing, now you either get your sorry ass in their with medicine to help, or I'll make sure that ass is FIRED by the end of the week for patient neglect!"

"He's an experiment. Plus he's not remotely human. Do those rules apply when the patient isn't human, ma'am!?"

Bakura could hear them… and the anger that invaded his mind only added to the seriousness of the uncontrollable shuddering of his form. Empathy… god how he hated it. 'So this 'gift' of ours doesn't make us human. Well, it doesn't make me human. Ryou… is still living happily without this.'

It had been a few weeks now. He didn't bother to keep track, it would only remind him of how long he had been away from his angel. When they were together… pain like this was non-existent.

"You will get the hell in there and do SOMETHING, if you value your life!" The female voice threatened. Bakura knew that voice. Damnit, it was the slut from his house.

A thin line of agony was traced along his abdomen, similar to what it feels like to be stabbed several times in a straight line, or so he imagined. No. This was worse. Much… worse.

He let out one long, heart-wrenching scream… before falling into the depths of wonderful unconsciousness. That piercing cry of pain echoed within the room before dieing, leaving a very terrified form to shiver in it's involuntary sleep.

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Ryou had finally decided to come out, though his efforts to support himself on his own two legs were in vain. He had no energy, everything was spinning, and Yami had to carry him to the living room. The former pharaoh lay the brown-eyed teen on the couch before taking something from Yugi.

"Ryou, why don't we go out for food?" Yugi suggested.

"You could use the sunlight and fresh air." Yami added, looking more than a tad concerned about the hikari. "How would you feel…" Then silver-haired youth began, trailing off as he looked deep into Yami's eyes… and smiling when he spoke again.

"If you had caused the suffering and death of the one you love?"

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Lav: Ok, I promise I'll get into a plot next chapter so this makes a little more sense.

Daisuke: Aw… I thought Bakura was tough.

Bakura: Shut… up. I better not die, Lavvy! I BETTER NOT!

Lav: Oh get over yourself… you won't die.

Bakura: Gee… thanks. Review, flame, laugh like a maniac if you want, any type of feedback is nice…

Daisuke: Lavvy, can I ask ya a question?

Lav: Sure…

Daisuke: Why did your Mom get all freaked out and why did Noah laugh when they read this?

Lav: 'Cause it's terribly lame…

Daisuke: Oh.