Reasons (yugioh yaoi)

Chapter 8

A voice sounded from the other side as I moved the medical mask the wasn't actually helping to protect my lungs. I don't even know why I put the stupid thing on knowing how potent bleach is. I pressed my ear to the door breathing the chemicals in a lot more, burning more of the air that pierced my breathing bags.

"Heba?" A small voice I recognized as Yugi questioned. Cracking the door to only allow my head out I answered. The cleaner air hurt more because I wasn't use to it yet.

"Yea? What's up?" I asked stifling a cough with my throat feeling tickled. I don't need to worry him any more than he is. I see him wearing his old and worn Dark Magician jacket, and black jeans, his hair frazzled.

"There's news on Mal." He said covering his nose from the cleaning solution smell in the bathroom. I nodded, clearly seeing his discomfort. I would be right there too had I not been doing this for it's importance. I can't let Ryou get thrown in jail. It was those bastards faults for doing this to him.

"Give me a minute, Yug."I quickly took off the mask and gloves, setting them on the sink. I glance at the mirror seeing my complexion paler than usual. My hair was tied back in a hair tie, that I borrowed from Ryou, to prevent it from getting damaged. After I was in the hall with the bathroom shut I turned back to Yugi. "So what's going on?"

He fiddled with his hands as he spoke, "They moved him out of ICU. They said that his stitches should hold and his life doesn't seem to be in any major trouble." He voice quieted, "For now at least. He still hasn't been coherently awake. Ishizu was talking about, putting him into a medically induced coma to heal for a while."

He fiddled with his fingers, as if he were nervous about being around me. Honestly I can understand. I am a bit out of 'whack' lately. More in the sense of protecting the rest of my broken family, than destroy what little I had. Wouldn't everyone protect what they had? Why lose everything when you can keep it all under lock and key? Does that even make sense Heba? Shit! Better stop thinking to myself! Or is it talking?

Mentally shaking the thoughts away, I took a closer look at him. Bags under his eyes, and a bit paler than I seem to remember. Okay so I may have not been paying attention to people since Malik got put in the hospital a few weeks ago.

My jaw clenched. I had bleached, cleansed and repeated the process for that damned knife so many times I had lost count. Why am I still doing it? Surely the evidence is gone now. My hands shook as I remembered the blood that had stained it. That still stains it. The stains need to be gone. No one can ever find out. Not even Ishizu or Odion. Malik might remember though.

Turning my attention back to Yugi, I nod. "That could be good for him. It would help him heal." I felt my face stiffen a little, "How's Ryou? Or better yet you?" I questioned seeing his eyes advert away from me. "Yugi?" My voice stern but yet gentle.

He flickered his eyes back to me before finding the wall more interesting to look at. "Ryou's still locked in his room. He hardly comes down to eat. Says it makes him sick. Especially meat." He fiddled with the sleeves that were oversized on him.

"A-as for me, I-I'm eating," he mumbled something under his breath before he continued his summary report. "I sleep," when he said that I scoffed. If he slept he wouldn't have the stress signs that he hadn't. "and I've been dealing with the cu-customers." He stumbled. Had I really been locked in my room and this one so long?

"Have they been playing nice?" I knew that if they asked about cards, games, consoles, or strategies, Yugi would talk and explain. Pleasantries on the other hand, he isn't very open anymore. Actually he's been that way since I moved back. What significant change happened?

Then the images flash. Those 'guys' happened. Of course everything is to blame on them. Ryou would have never harmed someone had it not been for those fucking bastards. Not even a fly! Okay maybe he would but still.