Chapter I: Suicidal

"Weakling." I say as I kick the body of my hikari. I see him look up at me with those pleading eyes. I want to stop, but something tells me not to.

"Get up" I yell. Ryou gets up and puts up his hands to shield himself.

"I'm not gonna hit you." He walks, okay he runs away to his room in fear. Why do I treat him like I do? I love him, I'm too afraid to even admit the feeling. I guess I hide it by brutally bating my hikari, my love. No, a robber like me can never love. But there's something about the way he looks at me with those beautiful chocolate eyes. I see my hikari walk by. He stares at me.

"What do you want."

"I just want a glass of water." I hear him say with his sweet British accent.

"Whatever, just leave me alone, baka." Dammit. Why do I have to be so mean? Why couldn't I at least show some affection and caring. He comes back into the room, only to run through, cowering as his eyes met mine.

He's scared of me. I bet his life was much better before I came along. When he got the ring and I first appeared, I knew he was afraid of me. Bu when I first saw him, I fell in love. First time we met, he said hi, but I answered with a kick to his gut.

It had been that way since, and since, Ryou has been afraid to even be within thirty feet of me. Great, the one I love can't even stand to be near me. Maybe he would be better off without me in his life. If I were to just die, maybe he would find it as a relief. I got up, grabbed a pencil, and a note pad, and started writing.

My dearest Ryou,

I know realize that this life is not worth living. You would probably be glad that I'm leaving. I have to get one thing off my chest before I take my leave, and that's Ryou, believe it or not… I love you. Ever since the first time I saw you. I had denied my feeling toward you in my mind, but it was always there. I couldn't admit it in person and it's better this way any way. Well now I take my absence of this world.

Goodbye, My love

Bakura

I slid the note underneath Ryou's doorway, and ran to the kitchen. There I grabbed a knife. I ran to my room, and locked the door. I placed to cold steel to my wrist, and slid it gently down. I did the same thing with the other wrist. The blood flowed like a pool, staining my clothes and carpet. I drifted slowly into unconsciousness and fell to the floor, into my own blood. Which was now pooling around me.

"Goodbye, Ryou."

TBC…

Well there was my first chapter, short but sweet. Please R &R!