A Mobile

A/N: Ok, *holds up shield* I know half of you are going to kill me cuz I updated this before Silence, I'm sorry! I have to go with the inspiration.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! You all kept this story going, but a special thank you to Ryuujitsu! Saved this story and is still doing so. Thank you for the cake!...and I spelled it right this time! Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention. And since you've all waited so long for this fic to be updated I'll stop the chatter and get on with it. It may be a little screwed up, because I was having trouble pasting the lyrics.

Enjoy!

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Let go: Chapter 5: A Mobile.

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Malik pushed the door of the Bakura house open to find it empty.

"Bakura?" he called up the stairs. There was no answer so he went deeper. Still he saw no one. The house was fairly neatly organized, like it had been cleaned. The only things that remained were a half finished cup of coffee and a towel that looked as if it had been used to staunch a cut. That was explainable, since he had seen the scar on Bakura's face.

He went up the stairs and stopped dead in the hall. Blood. It was everywhere, on the walls, in the bathroom, splattered and smeared into the carpet, and a trail flowed into Ryou's room. He reached out a ginger finger to touch it and found it dry. It had apparently been there for quite some time, and some of it looked as if it had been there for more then a month.

"Bakura! Where the hell are you?" he went back downstairs and looked in the kitchen, there was a note on the table under a box of doughnuts. 'Doughnuts?' he wondered to himself, but shrugged it off and pulled up the note.

Dear Malik

I don't know when you're coming to the house, but I figured I should tell you. I'm going crazy and need to take a vacation. I'm going to flit around Egypt, Greece and Persia for a while. You said you'd look after Ryou, and I'm holding you to that. I don't know where I'll be, but if anything happens just hunt me down. There's quite a bit of money in the box with the doughnuts. Those are for if you decide to stay with Ryou or at the house.

Enjoy and take care.

Bakura

Malik sighed and put down the paper. It was just like Bakura to go and slip off like that. He supposed that since he was on guard duty he should go check on the little hellion.

It was about 10:30 when he got to Ryou's apartment building. He opened the door and when the desk guy looked like he was going to give him trouble he simply pulled a knife from his pocket and flicked some rust off of it and the man shut his mouth.

It was a long haul up to Ryou's apartment, but when he got there, panting and tired, he found that his trip had been for nothing.

"Damn you Ryou." He grumbled, turning and heading back down the stairs.

He walked up to the front desk.

"Hey, you know where Morotu is?" he asked, looking as if he really didn't care.

"Down at the club." The man muttered, looking at Malik over his paper. "And who wants to know, you don't look like that little puppy that's been following him around."

"That's none of your business you overgrown lump of lard." Malik said coolly and turned away.

He arrived at the club, which turned out to be a strip club, in 10 minutes. The place, even from the outside, was a mass of flashing lights and a blur of sexual ads. He really didn't want to go in, but if Ryou was in there it was a good time for him to leave.

Opening the door he almost choked. The smoke was so thick that it made it difficult to breathe. He coughed and had started scanning the room when a girl practically ran him over.

"Would you like a drink hot stuff?" she asked, purring at him. She was wearing a tight red dress that barely went past her hips and didn't have any straps and black leather boots that went up to her knees.

"Uh, no thanks." She gave him what she must've thought was a cute pouty look.

"Are you sure? The drinks here are real hot and steamy, just like you." She brushed her fingers down his cheek and past his shoulder to his chest.

"I, I'm looking for my boyfriend." He lied quickly as her fingers went past his stomach and headed lower.

"Boyfriend?" she asked, looking disappointed and removing her hand.

"Yes," he said quickly, relieved that she wasn't feeling him anymore. "Maybe you've seen him? Very short, white hair?"

She considered for a moment and then pointed to a small stage in the corner.

Malik looked over and sighed. Ryou was in the middle of a crowd of boys and girls, who were all tenderly undoing the buckles on his pants. He could tell by the look on Ryou's face that the boy had very little idea what was going on. He looked completely hammered, as well as possibly high. He pushed the girl away from him and dashed for the stage.

The people around Ryou stared at him and one girl waved him over.

"Want to help? You can have a turn too." She giggled and he shoved her aside, as well as the 3 other girls and the 2 guys.

"He's coming home with me, come on Ryou." He muttered. The boy weakly tried to push his hand away, but then went limp. Malik lifted him into his arms and walked out. These people must be wasted, no one had noticed that Malik had called him Ryou.

Out in the fresh air Malik breathed easy again.

"I don't know how you stood that." He said.

"Where are you taking me?" Ryou mumbled.

"My house, I'm not leaving you in this condition alone."

"My apartment." Ryou slurred, rubbing his eyes.

"No way, I'm staying with you and even I won't stay in that shit hole."

Ryou didn't say anything, just relaxed into Malik's hold.

*went back home again

This sucks gotta pack up and leave again

Say goodbye to all my friends

Can't say when I'll be there again

Time now to turn around, turn my back on everything.*

Malik opened the door to his house. Isis had gone out of town for a few days, so he set Ryou up in his room and he would take hers. He had no sooner sat Ryou down on the bed then he sprang up and headed out of the room.

"Don't feel well." He muttered. Malik steered him to the bathroom and held Ryou's thick white hair back as he threw up countless times.

After 20 minutes the throwing up was done and Ryou was on his hands and knees on the bathroom floor, gasping for breath. Malik went and got him an oversized shirt and stripped his soiled clothes off of him.

"Don't take my stuff."

"You'll get it back, but first we're going to give you a bath, you smell." Malik left him sitting on the floor while he got a bath ready.

When the tub was filled with warm water he picked Ryou up and set him in the water, grabbing a bottle of shampoo he dumped a large glob onto Ryou's head and started washing.

When he was finished with Ryou's hair, which had been stained with ash, blood and dirt he gave him a bar of soap.

"Wash up, I'll be right back."

He went downstairs and grabbed a bottle of Sprite and a few crackers. He poured some of the pop into a paper cup and went back upstairs. Ryou was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in the shirt and drying his hair. Malik set down the food and grabbed the hair drier.

When he was done with this he handed Ryou the crackers and pop. He ate a few crackers and drained the glass.

"Thank you Malik." He murmured, suddenly looking older and more tired then a 17 year old should.

"It's no problem, but you should get to bed, you look awful and it's going to be a hell of a day for you."

"This is so, nice, to be clean and warm. Lot different from the apartment." He said as he got into bed. "Lot nicer and cleaner and more comfortable." His speech trailed off as he fell asleep.

*Everything's changing

When I turn around,

All out of my control I'm a mobile

Everything's changing,

When I turn around

All out of my control I'm a mobile*

The sun came up the next morning and Malik roled over. It had been a long night and he ached all over. Must've been the carrying and the drugs in the smoke. He got up and fixed breakfast.

Ryou didn't appear until noon.

"Hey morning glory." Malik said, pushing a plate of food at him with an asperin on the side. Ryou sat down and went straight for the asperin, and then for the mug of coffee Malik pushed towards him.

"Thank's." he said, draining it.

"You look terrible. Feeling ok?"

"As good as can be expected."

"Well, you did regain consciousness, I was afraid you wouldn't."

"Nope, very conscious, and wondering why the hell the buckles on my pants are undone and why I have lipstick all over my pants," he looked worried, "Tell me I didn't do anything."

"Nope, but if I hadn't shown up you would've been having the biggest sex pile in the world."

"Well, thanks I guess."

It was silent for a minute and then Malik spoke softly.

"Ry, what're you going to do now?"

"What do you mean."

"Well, I figure you have 3 options, you can stay here for a while, go back to your house or go back to that little pit you call an apartment."

"I don't know what I'm gonna do yet." The alcohol seemed to have made him a little more relaxed, which Malik was grateful for. He'd seen the scar Bakura had.

"I guess I should try to get myself back on my feet, I'll probably still go back to the apartment, but I need to get some food and stuff."

"Well, I'd suggest staying here for a little while." He nodded and leaned back, considering.

*start back at this life

Stretch myself back into the vibe

I'm waking up to say I've tried

Instead of waking up to another TV GUIDE

It's time now to turn around

Turn and walk on this crazy ground oh oh oh...

Everythings changing

When I turn around

All out of my control I'm a mobile

Everythings changing out of what I know

Everywhere I go I'm a mobile

I'm a mobile*

"I suppose there is something you should know." Malik said, leaning forward to look Ryou right in the face.

"Oh?"

"Yes, Bakura left for a trip."

"Really?"

"Yes, and it was for you my friend."

"For. . .me? Why?"

"He loves you you idiot, and you're running and it's driving him crazy."

"He,"

"Yes he does." Ryou looked confused, and then got up and left for his room abruptly.

*Hanging from the ceiling lifes a mobile spinning round with mixed feelings crazy & wild ...

Sometimes I wanna SCREAM OUT LOUD ...

Everythings changing

Everywhere I go

All out of my control

Everythings changing

Everywhere I go out of what I know

Everythings changing when I turn around all out of my control I'm a mobile

Everythings changing out of what I know everywhere I go I'm a mobile

I'm a mobile*

A/N: Yah, I know. You all want to know what's up with Bakura, and the last part of the fic was a little rushed, but I wanted to finish the chapter before I lost my urge to write. I hope it was worth the wait, and the next update won't take as long at all.

TTFN

Katia-chan