N U M B
A Yu-Gi-Oh YAOI fanfiction.
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Tea would be dead. Note: Hikari= light, Yami=dark (for all you stupid people ^^''')
~ BLAH BLAH BLAH~= lyrics
--NuMb-
~ I'm tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface~
Warm hands, hands that could kill, framed the boy's shoulders, tight grip unbreakable.
"Yami.. what is it now?" Ryou asked, biting his lip to keep from crying. He had gone to the bathroom to be alone, damn it, so his Yami couldn't see him tearing as he cleaned all the dark, purplish bruises on his ivory skin. Bakura purred, nudging silver hair away from the boy's ear.
~I don't know what you're expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes~
Ryou's chocolate eyes closed. It was always the same. Hit, berate, apologize. Bakura did it weekly. Why- well, why the Brit didn't know. He didn't know why his Yami hated him so… and he didn't know why he felt such dirty pleasure when Bakura touched him during his apologies.
Well, what the spirit called 'apologizing'- which consisted of tending to the boy's wounds, murmuring words in Egyptian which Ryou didn't understand- but found comfort in- and an occasional kiss on the forehead.
~[caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]
every step that I take is
another mistake to you~
The kisses were Ryou's favorite part, he had admitted that to himself. He wanted desperately for those lips- those lips that could curl into sneer and smirk, the lips which formed hated shouts and soft repents- to touch and devour his own in the most ravishing of ways. But no, Bakura only kissed his forehead. And that was it.
~I've
become so numb
I can't feel you there~
"Hikari…." Bakura whispered, turning the boy to face him. A wince flittered through his eyes as he saw the small cut on his light's cheek- blood fell in a crimson curtain down smooth marble. He leaned forward slightly, lapping at the coppery substance with his tongue. Ryou shivered.
~Become so tired
so much more aware
I'm becoming this~
'Why do I enjoy it?' Ryou wondered, his eyes fluttering shut, gripping onto his Yami for support. 'Why, after all that he does to me-do I still want him? It's so wrong.. so unbelievably wrong…'
~All I want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you~
"Why do you hit me?" came the soft question. Bakura pulled back, surprised. He looked away for a second, eyes distant and stormy. Ryou could hear his heart in his ears, his blood racing, even the shivers as his fingertips buried in the material of Bakura's shirt.
~Can't you see that you're smothering me?
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control~
Suddenly warm arms were around him, comforting, yet asking for comfort. Ryou's knees gave out, and he flung his whole body into the warmth he never knew Bakura had. It seeped into him, curling around his bleeding heart and soothing it.
"Why do you cry afterwards?" Bakura asked, just as softly, eyes blinking slowly as his light buried his head into his neck. Bakura shivered- how long had it been since shallow, seductive breaths had graced his neck?
~'Cause everything that you thought I would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
[caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]~
"Because it hurts. My body, and my soul."
Bakura's eyes widened, and one of his hands snaked it's way into Ryou's hair.
"I'm.. sorry then. I.. from now on, hikari, I'll try not do anything you don't want."
Ryou's eyes opened, making the spirit gasp- the sensation of Ryou's tickly eyelashes upon his neck was delicious.
~Every step that I take is
another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]~
"Will you kiss me?"
~And every second I waste
is more than I can take
But I know~
Bakura growled softly, pushing away, catching the boy off-guard.
"Don't ask that of me. Why would you want that?!"
~I may end up falling too
but I know
You were just like me~
"Because I love you."
Bakura stared, and the next thing Ryou knew he was smacked again. The Brit clutched at his cheek, dazed and one the floor, and when he looked up, his Yami was gone.
~with someone disappointed in you~
---end----
-_-… o0o0o0o… so dark..! Anyway… 5 reviews and I'll put in another chapter. The song "Numb" belongs to Linkin Park, off their new album 'Meteora'. AND THE ALBUM ROCKS!!! That's why I'll have a bunch of fics with lyrics from it…
A Yu-Gi-Oh YAOI fanfiction.
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Tea would be dead. Note: Hikari= light, Yami=dark (for all you stupid people ^^''')
~ BLAH BLAH BLAH~= lyrics
--NuMb-
~ I'm tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface~
Warm hands, hands that could kill, framed the boy's shoulders, tight grip unbreakable.
"Yami.. what is it now?" Ryou asked, biting his lip to keep from crying. He had gone to the bathroom to be alone, damn it, so his Yami couldn't see him tearing as he cleaned all the dark, purplish bruises on his ivory skin. Bakura purred, nudging silver hair away from the boy's ear.
~I don't know what you're expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes~
Ryou's chocolate eyes closed. It was always the same. Hit, berate, apologize. Bakura did it weekly. Why- well, why the Brit didn't know. He didn't know why his Yami hated him so… and he didn't know why he felt such dirty pleasure when Bakura touched him during his apologies.
Well, what the spirit called 'apologizing'- which consisted of tending to the boy's wounds, murmuring words in Egyptian which Ryou didn't understand- but found comfort in- and an occasional kiss on the forehead.
~[caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]
every step that I take is
another mistake to you~
The kisses were Ryou's favorite part, he had admitted that to himself. He wanted desperately for those lips- those lips that could curl into sneer and smirk, the lips which formed hated shouts and soft repents- to touch and devour his own in the most ravishing of ways. But no, Bakura only kissed his forehead. And that was it.
~I've
become so numb
I can't feel you there~
"Hikari…." Bakura whispered, turning the boy to face him. A wince flittered through his eyes as he saw the small cut on his light's cheek- blood fell in a crimson curtain down smooth marble. He leaned forward slightly, lapping at the coppery substance with his tongue. Ryou shivered.
~Become so tired
so much more aware
I'm becoming this~
'Why do I enjoy it?' Ryou wondered, his eyes fluttering shut, gripping onto his Yami for support. 'Why, after all that he does to me-do I still want him? It's so wrong.. so unbelievably wrong…'
~All I want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you~
"Why do you hit me?" came the soft question. Bakura pulled back, surprised. He looked away for a second, eyes distant and stormy. Ryou could hear his heart in his ears, his blood racing, even the shivers as his fingertips buried in the material of Bakura's shirt.
~Can't you see that you're smothering me?
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control~
Suddenly warm arms were around him, comforting, yet asking for comfort. Ryou's knees gave out, and he flung his whole body into the warmth he never knew Bakura had. It seeped into him, curling around his bleeding heart and soothing it.
"Why do you cry afterwards?" Bakura asked, just as softly, eyes blinking slowly as his light buried his head into his neck. Bakura shivered- how long had it been since shallow, seductive breaths had graced his neck?
~'Cause everything that you thought I would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
[caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]~
"Because it hurts. My body, and my soul."
Bakura's eyes widened, and one of his hands snaked it's way into Ryou's hair.
"I'm.. sorry then. I.. from now on, hikari, I'll try not do anything you don't want."
Ryou's eyes opened, making the spirit gasp- the sensation of Ryou's tickly eyelashes upon his neck was delicious.
~Every step that I take is
another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]~
"Will you kiss me?"
~And every second I waste
is more than I can take
But I know~
Bakura growled softly, pushing away, catching the boy off-guard.
"Don't ask that of me. Why would you want that?!"
~I may end up falling too
but I know
You were just like me~
"Because I love you."
Bakura stared, and the next thing Ryou knew he was smacked again. The Brit clutched at his cheek, dazed and one the floor, and when he looked up, his Yami was gone.
~with someone disappointed in you~
---end----
-_-… o0o0o0o… so dark..! Anyway… 5 reviews and I'll put in another chapter. The song "Numb" belongs to Linkin Park, off their new album 'Meteora'. AND THE ALBUM ROCKS!!! That's why I'll have a bunch of fics with lyrics from it…
