Chapter Seven: Hope.

Disclaimer: Actually, I have no interest whatsoever in owning Yu-gi-oh. I just want Ryou Bakura. NOW. Give him to me or you will suffer! (Failing that, Yami Bakura or Malik Ishtar will do very nicely instead). Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha cough splutter

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Ryou frowned and looked at the knife. Something had changed…

Did he really want to die? Of course I do. What kind of stupid question is that? But at least while you're alive you have hope. If you're dead, then that's it. Finished. Forever. Freedom or death! Do I really believe that? Do I?

He shook his head in frustration. Questions. Always questions.

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Something caught his eye. Angrily, he turned and saw something lying by the doorway. He stooped down and picked it up. As he did so, a note fell out and fluttered unnoticed to the floor. It said:

Ryou,

I found this after you left my house. Rebecca said she really liked the story you told her. I thought you might like this.

Yugi.

Ryou didn't notice the letter. His attention was caught by the bundle in his hand. White felt. Soft. Relaxing his grip slightly revealed the white mouse puppet from Yugi's house.

A puppet.

Overshadowed and controlled by the darker half.

Do I still have hope?

Will I lie down and die?

The corner of his mouth curved upwards slightly in a bitter smile. Maybe someday I'll be free. I hope so. But until then, I'll fight him.

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(A/N: Argh. I abhor sentimental endings, so I have no idea how this happened. Oh well. REVIEW and give me a reason to be happy in life!!!!!!!!