" i love her... that's all there is to it! " i was talking to the only one who would listen to my troubled thoughts. " why else would i save her life? why else would she be haunting my thoughts and dreams? " marik shrugged. " how should i know? maybe your just growing soft bakura. " i scoff. " me? no way marik. you would love it if i was. " the ' her ' in question was emily. a teenage girl in my host's class. he had a crush on her, but she never seemed to notice him. she seemed like she was waiting for someone. " even if you do love her, she would never even notice you! she doesn't even seem to notice anyone. i heard that seto asked her out a few days ago. she never even flinched! just kept walking like she never even knew he existed. " it was true, i had seen the whole thng through ryou's eyes. i had spared her life a few days later, when malik was going to use her as leaveredge for the pharaoh. but for some reason, i couldn't let him do that. so i gave him tea. hehheh... no one would miss HER. and told him to use her instead. emily stayed in her transe like state, but she said something rather odd. she said: " helloe bakura, i don't have much time, but we will meet again. " after that, she passed out. and hasn't spoken since.


     after speaking with marik i felt better about things. about half way to the appartment that my host owned, i notices a struggle. now, most of the time, i would just walk past and not interfear. after all, it was nothing to do with me. but this time i noticed something was wrong. the victim wasn't fighting back. she stood still, staring ahead blankly, like soome one only she could see was standing infront of her. as i got closer, the back door of a resturant opened, and lit up the victims face. it was emily. she stood still, not fighting or yelling at her attackers. the leader of the group snapped open a switch blade and cut open her shirt. one of the others tore at her pants. still she just stood, staring stoicly ahead at the wall opposite of her. i could n't just stand there and watch this anymore. " hey! back off! " i yelled at the gang members in anger. five of the men stopped touching her and grinned. " oh? and what are you going to do kid? " before i could move or speak, a fist was driven into my gut. " urk! " i doubled over as the pain rushed up my spine and burned like fire. " hey! come on jack! leave the kid alone! we have much better things to do! " one of the guys holding emily laughed. " yeah! get a load of her! " they had cut off her bra, leaving her in only her black lace panties. " hehhehheh..... well now...look at that! " i could breathe again, and i could make out the shapes of seven people who where in the group. if i could use my shadow magic, i could take out the whole group. but i might risk killing emily as well. looking around for a weapon, i saw emily's pale form glowing in the pale moonlight. i had never noticed before, but she had a very nice figure.

     she was thin. not overly so, but enough that you could see her hip bones. her legs where slender and delicate looking, and her waist was small. but my eyes where drawn up to her pale face. empty of emotion, like she was living in her own little world. her eyes however, they seemed like they belonged to another. her icy blue eyes held the light of life, and shone with a fighting spirit her body didn't see. her lips where thin, and only slightly darker than the rest of her skin. they where also parted in a silent cry for help. i looked on in anger as the men put thier hands on her breasts. her breasts though not large, where still perky and held the look of youth. still, she just stood there taking it. i wondered why she never fought back. the leader slowly moved lower, andput his hand to her sensitive area. rubbing his fingers up and down. a soft gasp escaped her pale lips, and then an even softer moan. several chuckles sounded through the cold night air. a loud rip sounded quickly as the knife cut easily through the lace, exposing her to her captives hungry eyes. i snapped out of my spell, just intime to grab a steel pipe from the dirty, garbage strewn ally floor. slipping up silently behind the leader, i bring the pole crashing down with all my strength. a sickening crack resounded through the ally as the leader dropped his knife. the leader fell to the ground, blood pooling around the remenants of his shattered skull. the other men looked at the still body in sick fasination, before looking at me.

     the second in command, jack, growled at me. " you got some nerve kid, but now you've done it! " there was a soft ' shlick ' as his blade slid out of the handle. he lunged at me, screaming in rage, his face twisted by hate. in a sudden urge to defend myself, i swung my arms in a wide arc, a loud crunch sounded as the pipe hit the side of jack's face. he too, fell at my feet. blood, a dark shimmering river, flowed onto my shoes, staining them with the other mans life fluid. the last five men ran for thier lives before i could do anything else. the only sounds now, was my heavy breath, the sound of shoes pounding on pavement, and emily's soft breathing. i look at emily, for only the second time, her eyes where wide and seeing. " ...kura... " she whispered. " ...ou.... tha... " that was as far as she got, before she passed out in my arms. deciding i couldn't just leave her there on the ground in a cold ally, i took off my black trench coat and wrapped it around her naked body. lifting her up, i carried her like a child to the appartment. shortly after placing her on the couch, it began to rain...