Black and White

'Run, run, run!'

It was dark and no stars could be seen in the sky hanging over the city of Domino. The stillness of the night was rarely interrupted by someone going back late from work, or by drunkards chased out of the bars.

'Run! I have to get away! I have to…'

Unlike any other night, though, a young boy was running trough the alleys with all his might, a dark figure following suit.

Fear was burning in his chocolate colored eyes as he tripped, causing him to loose balance and almost fall face-first to the ground, but he manage to get back to his feet.

'I can't… let him catch me…'

Tears were running down his pale cheeks, a look of horror and panic written all over his face.

Every step got him closer to his home, but was it really so save there? It had been the first place he could think of to run to after the attack, but what could he do after he got there, lock the door and expect him to go away?

But what else could he do? The police station was so far, he could never reach it – he was really tired already and hardly kept himself to his feet. But he had to continue, he couldn't allow himself to slow down.

'Run. RUN! Faster!'

His breaths were coming out in raged pants, the corners of his eyes were blurred because of the tears, but he couldn't stop. He was so close, too!

Still, the figure behind him seamed to pick up speed. Now he was so close! Much closer than he should be. Another wave of fear washed over the boy. He couldn't be caught. Who knew what he would do to him now that he tried to escape.

There it was - the door, right in front of him. Only a few steps separated him from his home and the least he could do was to reach it and get in. He'd think of his next actins later.

He passed the steps in front of the house in one jump and rapidly with shaking hands got his keys.

'Closer… He's getting closer…'

His breathing fastened if that was even possible and he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his ribcage. He finally managed to open the door and entering shut it behind himself as fast as possible. The room was pitch black, even darker than outside, but he knew it well enough to be able to make his way trough it. There was no time to lock the door – he had to hide, now!

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The door shut open one more time and the figure of a tall man stood there covered in a cloak. His eyes scanned the area for any signs of his prey. A sudden move from what looked like a couch caught his attention and just when the figure of the boy stood up on its feet – he knew it was that same brat, since the white hair give him away. His grimace turned into an evil grin and in no time sharp he ran the distance, caught the boy by his throat and pushed him back against a wall.

"You seriously thought you can escape, didn't you?" the voice was quiet and spoken in a victorious tone.

What he wasn't expecting in return was a snort and the words 'pathetic human' thrown back at him. And that was exactly what he got.

His eyes widened in confusion. This was the brat, damn it! Same hair, same eyes… but something was wrong. There was no fear, no panic on this face, only disdain and annoyance… And that voice…

Never had he heard someone talk with such a low and dark voice, filled with so much killing intend.

He didn't even have time to register when the knee of the boy he was holding connected with his stomach and when he was hit on the back of the neck, because of the suddenness of the attacks and without being able to do anything he ended up rolling on the ground unconscious.

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Bakura stood next to the wall and kicked the unconscious man on the side hard. When he was sure the attacker wouldn't be waking up soon he looked towards the other side of the room. There, curled in a ball Ryo was trembling, sobbing pathetically.

The Thief King quickly started heading towards him, but before he could get near, his light screamed with fear and jumping to his feet ran up the stairs. The slam of a door was heard seconds later which only served to annoy him further.

Throwing a dirty look towards the man on the ground he started going up the stairs slowly. He wasn't stupid; he could put two and two together. And in this situation he didn't like the result. He had to see how far things had gone and Ryo running away like that didn't help at all.

Once he finally reached the needed door, he pushed the handle only to find it locked.

"Ryo, open the door. Now." There was no reply. Only what sounded like sobbing coming from inside of the room. "He can't get you any more, just open the door, I want to ask you something."

Bakura himself was surprised at how soft that request had ended up being. Usually when he wanted something, he'd just roughly demand it… Maybe it was the situation that didn't suit such an approach.

Surprisingly enough he heard footsteps. Hesitantly they neared the door and then a click was heard. The door opened only so that a wide brown eye could stare towards the figure standing there.

Not liking how things were going, Bakura pushed it completely opened and when the smaller boy went a few steps back, he grabbed his hand and took a good look of him. He didn't like a thing of what he saw.

The boy's hair was shaggy, he had bruises on every exposed part of his body, including his face, which was much paler than normal and tears were still streaking it. His shirt was undone and some of the buttons were obviously missing and his belt wasn't on its rightful place as well.

"What did he do to you?" he asked, hardly being able to control the murderous intend in his voice.

'Ba-bakura…" His voice sounded so small, so afraid and terrified.

"Tell me what happened!" This time his words turned into screams with pure anger and rage evident in them.

"He-he… tried to…tried to… r- ra…" Ryo's body started shaking even harder and when the other let go of his hand he fell to his knees.

None of that registered for Bakura as he headed out of the door and downstairs again. He had gotten the confirmation he needed. Now was time for a bloody demise…