Reasons (yugioh yaoi)

Chapter 7

         We walked into the room to see Ryou's crumpled form collapsed next to Malik's bed, grasping his hand. He shook as tears streamed sown his face and as his mutters of 'sorry' repeating.

"Ry, why are you sorry? You only found him right? It wasn't your fault that you didn't run into him sooner." Yugi spoke, trying to calm our friend down. It just caused him to whimper and cry harder.

He shook his head repeating over and over "It's all my fault!" He just held on tighter to Malik's hand tighter.

It was so sad. You would think that with how Ryou is acting it actually was his fault. That he and Malik were in a relationship or something. I grabbed my chest a little as pain shot through at the sight. My eyes started to water a little at seeing my friend sob and blame himself while my other friend was in that blasted hospital bed. Hooked up to quite a few machines. Uneven breathing as his chest moved sharply trying to inh

"Ryou! Quite blaming yourself dammit! Tell us what happened." I spoke firmly despite feeling myself break.

He nodded as he glanced at us, who were still standing in front of the door. His face was soaked, hair plastered to it, and eyes puffy and somewhat red. "I was out doing what I do. Yugi," he locked eyes with him, as if pleading for understanding, "I did it because it makes me see them! I should have listened to their illusions. If I had listened Mal wouldn't be here!" He hugged his legs as tightly as he possibly could, burying his face into his knees.

"Ryou? What are you talking about?" Yugi asked moving closer. I shut the door so that we could have a bit of privacy. I just had a feeling that what was about to be heard was bad.

Ryou sniffled, his already filthy sleeves wiping at his face spreading dirt and snot. Getting irritated at the fact of his filth spreading, I grabbed a tissue and started to clean his face. He froze, probably shocked that I was cleaning his face, tears stopped streaming down his face.

After I was done new tears began to swell. "T-thank you, Heba." He spoke quietly. His voice slightly rough and filled with emotion.

I nodded. "Just tell us what's wrong Ryou. We need to know so we can help." I spoke as gently as I possibly could. It probably still came out harsh.

Ryou shuddered as he tried to speak. "I-I don't u-understand how y-you guys can still be nice t-to me. I'm a—a k-k-k-k-kil—" and with that he broke down again. He tried to continue though. "I k-killed all those p-people! Just because it brought them back to me! I should be dead! I don't deserve to live with the people who haven't done any wrong to me." He wailed into his knees.

I took an involuntary step back. What does he mean by killed? He's the one who is a killer? Out of all of us? Talk about plot twist.

Bringing myself back to the current situation I walked into. Yugi rushed up next to me, grabbing one of Ryou's hands.

"Ryou, don't be too hard on yourself! Sure you made a major mistake like this but you weren't the one to put Mal in the hospital. You aren't the reason for that right?" Yugi asked his voice wavering unsure if what he was saying was actually true.

Another whimper escaped from Ryou. He shook his head violently. "N-not t-true." He spoke almost too quietly to be heard over the machines and the hum of the air-vents. Almost. More tears slid down his face as I grabbed his collar, lifting him off the chair slightly.

"Why the in the fuCKING HELL DID YOU DO THIS?!?" I didn't even try to keep my voice down. I could feel Yugi tugging at my shoulders trying to pull me off of Ryou. Finally I flung him down walking across the room, away from them both. They both made me feel a bit disgusted. But also worried.

"H-heba! It was an accident! I swear! I-I didn't mean to!" He pleaded. How can I believe him? Is he actually telling the truth? But he has no reason to lie does he?

"Ryou, who did you see?" Yugi implored, moving closer to both Malik and Ryou.

"Kura a-and Marik. I know they weren't really there but," he paused to let out another small wail. Surely he wouldn't be this distraught if it were all an act I try to tell myself. "But even though they weren't actually there, they always tried to convince me not to kill them. It made me so mad! I feel sorry for hurting those people but I needed to Yugi." And then he fell into his slump of saying he was sorry over and over again.

"Ryou! Stop. It's okay, we'll help you figure this out." I told him, making up my mind. I made a vow to protect them. I am not going to break the vow or let it weaken now. It is my duty to protect them. And I'm failing.

Ryou just hiccuped as he looked at me. "O-okay Heba." He then proceeded to talk about how he literally ran into Malik at the park, stabbing him in the process.

"What did you do with the weapon?" I asked calmly. If I was going to help cover it up, I was going to have to dispose of all evidence leading to Ryou. I can't let anything happen to them.

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I stared at the weapon that became the taker of many lives. Or at least what would inevitably cause the end of someone's life. At least Ryou handed it over with out a fight.

I sighed. I wish I had known today was going to be a long day. I would have prepared myself to have not been shocked. I know Ryou is a bit wacky and has been since Egypt, but to think he was a mass murderer. I shook my head and dumped the knife into the bleach filled tub. I watched as it sank fast, the solution still fizzling slightly. The smell making my lungs burn a little.

His clothes were easy enough. I just threw them in a trash bag to burn later. Burning them would destroy evidence unlike just throwing them away. Although perhaps I should bleach those as well.

Walking away from the tub, I stared into the mirror. My lightly tanned face looking pale as I continually stared. My dark purple eyes, which often get called deep amethyst, glared hauntingly back. Never ending. Why did I have to do this?

What is it about fixing their lives that makes me feel like I am amounting to anything? Does it all even matter anymore? Who was he? Who am I? Why does murder always happen around me?

My thoughts ceased when a small knock sounded from the closed wooden door. A quick glance at the soaking knife and my slightly shaken hands, I moved closer. Is it Yugi?