Okay people, i'm going to try to write a good Bakura-ficcie, actually, a
Ryou ficcie and I hope you'll all like it, but I warn you, I love drama,
especially when it involves my favorite character...let's say...Ryou ^^
(grins)
Hakura: can't you just begin yet?
F: Yami, shut up, I can go on like this as long as I want.
Hakura: not when I will start allready.
F: huh?
Hakura: she doesn't own yu-gi-oh!
F: --
Hakura: the story begins
F: O_O
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Hidden scars
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Ryou felt how he landed against the hard wall, and slid slowly to the ground. He was trying to breath proparly but his Yami kicked him against his chest, followed by a cruel laughter and even more kicks. Ryou spat out some blood and stared helplessly into his yami's cold eyes. They were empty and all that Ryou could see was pleasure, pleasure because he was in pain.
Bakura grabbed Ryou by his collar and held him against the wall. He grinned sarcastically while he punched Ryou everywhere he could hit him. He only avoided his face because he wouldn't be able to hide bruises like that. Ryou gasped and his eyes started to water. Tears wanted to fall but Ryou did his best to keep them in. His punishment would be much bigger if he would cry and show even more weaknesses.
Every place of his fragile body was aching and Ryou didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold on. He was just hoping that it would be over soon, at least for today. He knew that tomorrow, it would begin all over again. He was tired and hurt, all he wanted to do was sleep and for once, have a nice dream instead of his usual nightmares.
Bakura grinned again and released Ryou, who fell on the floor and wasn't able to move anymore. Yes, he was awake but his arms were numb and his chest was burning with every breath Ryou tried to take. He tasted his own blood in his mouth and just let it slip outside, spilling it on his cloaths.
Bakura thought that Ryou had had enough for today and he realized that he should be able to go to school tomorrow. He kicked his light one last time and walked brutally away. He grabbed his coat and stepped outside, going to marik, who was allready waiting for him, as allways.
Ryou laid perfectly still as he watched how some of his blood was slowly sliding to the ground. Everywhere in the house was blood, and most of it was fresh. The crimson colour could be seen everwhere and Ryou knew that he should clean sometime...the moment that he would be able to do so.
Bakura was gone now, so Ryou would have to freshen himself up a bit. He knew that Bakura wouldn't hurt him anymore today so now he should clean out all of his wounds. Ryou was too affraid that someone would notice, and that Bakura would punish him even more for that. Ryou trembled, he allready knew what Bakura could do when he was really pissed off.
Slowly, Ryou crawled towards the bathroom, spreading even more blood on the ground. When Ryou finally got himself in the bathroom he filled the bathtub with with water and undressed himself. He threw his cloaths in the loundry because they were stained with blood. He would wash them later. Ryou watched how the water was slowly getting higher and higher. The water was not red but white and it reflected the light so that it was sparkling. Ryou loved this, he thought it was beatifull, and he allways smiled a bit when he saw this.
When, finally, the bathtub was filled, he turned of the water and stepped in the bathtub. He saw how his blood was slowly giving the water a shady, pink colour. Ryou washed his hair to get rid of all the blood and carefully cleaned his wounds. His entire body was bruised and most places were coloured black and blue. Only his face had stayed untouched. It was the only place Ryou couldn't cover up for his friends.
Ryou looked at himself in the mirror while his eyes filled up with tears again. He put his arms around his knees and layed his head on them, crying softly while thinking about today. His tears were starting to fall into the water and moved it a little. Ryou tried to let out all the pain, all the memories.
When Ryou was finished, he stepped out of the bathtub and watched how the pink water was sucked away. The bleeding had stopped for now and the wounds would heal again, they allways did, they just had to.
Ryou got dressed, very slowly because it hurt a lot to do so. He went to his room to finish the rest of his homework and when this was all done, he decided to go to bed early, hoping that the next day, his wounds would be healed, even though he knew, this would never be really possible.
Silently, he cried himself to sleep while his wounds were aching badly. He just hoped that the torture would be over somehow, very soon, and even more that his friends wouldn't notice anything. It would only bring him deeper into trouble, into the darkness that his light just couldn't put out.
** nightmare **
Ryou was walking down the stairs. He saw no top, and no bottom, only the stairs, and the thick, black knight that was surrounding it. A little light was floating around Ryou but it looked as if it could go out any moment now.
Ryou was scared and he was hoping that the stairs would end soon. He walked down further and further, and sometimes, he saw something that looked like a little light, but those lights would go out very soon. Ryou shivered a bit and fixated his eyes on the stairs.
Suddenly, the stairs dissapeared and Ryou fell down into the pitchblack darkness. He wanted to scream but he couldn't, his throat was dry and there wouldn't come any sound of his mouth, only an unheared, dramatic sound.
When Ryou stopped falling, he landed on a black ground, but he felt no pain. He looked around but couldn't see a thing, only the darkness. But then, a voice called out to him, it sounded like Yugi, then Joey, Tristan and Tea... he even heard Kaiba. After that, he heard screams and a familliar laughter, the cruel laughter that he had heard so many times.
Ryou started to run, even though he couldn't see where he was heading. He tripped and fell flat-face on the ground. He looked up and saw his friends, all dead, cut into pieces. He saw his yami, who lifted a knife...and got ready to strike.
** end nightmare **
Ryou woke up and jumped out of his bed. He looked at his clock. Only one more hour...it was better to go downstairs and prepare his yami's breakfast. Ryou tiptoed out of his room and into the bathroom. His hair was a mess and he was sweating terribly.
Ryou freschened himself up as quiet as possible and quikly combed his hair. Then he went downstairs to prepare his yami's breakfast and lunch for today while eating his own sandwiches. After that, he just sat himself on the chair next to the window, and he watched how the a bloodred sun slowly started to rise from afar.
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Chapter 1: please read and review, then i'll continue.
Bye everybody and you know, R&R
Hakura: can't you just begin yet?
F: Yami, shut up, I can go on like this as long as I want.
Hakura: not when I will start allready.
F: huh?
Hakura: she doesn't own yu-gi-oh!
F: --
Hakura: the story begins
F: O_O
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Hidden scars
.......................
Ryou felt how he landed against the hard wall, and slid slowly to the ground. He was trying to breath proparly but his Yami kicked him against his chest, followed by a cruel laughter and even more kicks. Ryou spat out some blood and stared helplessly into his yami's cold eyes. They were empty and all that Ryou could see was pleasure, pleasure because he was in pain.
Bakura grabbed Ryou by his collar and held him against the wall. He grinned sarcastically while he punched Ryou everywhere he could hit him. He only avoided his face because he wouldn't be able to hide bruises like that. Ryou gasped and his eyes started to water. Tears wanted to fall but Ryou did his best to keep them in. His punishment would be much bigger if he would cry and show even more weaknesses.
Every place of his fragile body was aching and Ryou didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold on. He was just hoping that it would be over soon, at least for today. He knew that tomorrow, it would begin all over again. He was tired and hurt, all he wanted to do was sleep and for once, have a nice dream instead of his usual nightmares.
Bakura grinned again and released Ryou, who fell on the floor and wasn't able to move anymore. Yes, he was awake but his arms were numb and his chest was burning with every breath Ryou tried to take. He tasted his own blood in his mouth and just let it slip outside, spilling it on his cloaths.
Bakura thought that Ryou had had enough for today and he realized that he should be able to go to school tomorrow. He kicked his light one last time and walked brutally away. He grabbed his coat and stepped outside, going to marik, who was allready waiting for him, as allways.
Ryou laid perfectly still as he watched how some of his blood was slowly sliding to the ground. Everywhere in the house was blood, and most of it was fresh. The crimson colour could be seen everwhere and Ryou knew that he should clean sometime...the moment that he would be able to do so.
Bakura was gone now, so Ryou would have to freshen himself up a bit. He knew that Bakura wouldn't hurt him anymore today so now he should clean out all of his wounds. Ryou was too affraid that someone would notice, and that Bakura would punish him even more for that. Ryou trembled, he allready knew what Bakura could do when he was really pissed off.
Slowly, Ryou crawled towards the bathroom, spreading even more blood on the ground. When Ryou finally got himself in the bathroom he filled the bathtub with with water and undressed himself. He threw his cloaths in the loundry because they were stained with blood. He would wash them later. Ryou watched how the water was slowly getting higher and higher. The water was not red but white and it reflected the light so that it was sparkling. Ryou loved this, he thought it was beatifull, and he allways smiled a bit when he saw this.
When, finally, the bathtub was filled, he turned of the water and stepped in the bathtub. He saw how his blood was slowly giving the water a shady, pink colour. Ryou washed his hair to get rid of all the blood and carefully cleaned his wounds. His entire body was bruised and most places were coloured black and blue. Only his face had stayed untouched. It was the only place Ryou couldn't cover up for his friends.
Ryou looked at himself in the mirror while his eyes filled up with tears again. He put his arms around his knees and layed his head on them, crying softly while thinking about today. His tears were starting to fall into the water and moved it a little. Ryou tried to let out all the pain, all the memories.
When Ryou was finished, he stepped out of the bathtub and watched how the pink water was sucked away. The bleeding had stopped for now and the wounds would heal again, they allways did, they just had to.
Ryou got dressed, very slowly because it hurt a lot to do so. He went to his room to finish the rest of his homework and when this was all done, he decided to go to bed early, hoping that the next day, his wounds would be healed, even though he knew, this would never be really possible.
Silently, he cried himself to sleep while his wounds were aching badly. He just hoped that the torture would be over somehow, very soon, and even more that his friends wouldn't notice anything. It would only bring him deeper into trouble, into the darkness that his light just couldn't put out.
** nightmare **
Ryou was walking down the stairs. He saw no top, and no bottom, only the stairs, and the thick, black knight that was surrounding it. A little light was floating around Ryou but it looked as if it could go out any moment now.
Ryou was scared and he was hoping that the stairs would end soon. He walked down further and further, and sometimes, he saw something that looked like a little light, but those lights would go out very soon. Ryou shivered a bit and fixated his eyes on the stairs.
Suddenly, the stairs dissapeared and Ryou fell down into the pitchblack darkness. He wanted to scream but he couldn't, his throat was dry and there wouldn't come any sound of his mouth, only an unheared, dramatic sound.
When Ryou stopped falling, he landed on a black ground, but he felt no pain. He looked around but couldn't see a thing, only the darkness. But then, a voice called out to him, it sounded like Yugi, then Joey, Tristan and Tea... he even heard Kaiba. After that, he heard screams and a familliar laughter, the cruel laughter that he had heard so many times.
Ryou started to run, even though he couldn't see where he was heading. He tripped and fell flat-face on the ground. He looked up and saw his friends, all dead, cut into pieces. He saw his yami, who lifted a knife...and got ready to strike.
** end nightmare **
Ryou woke up and jumped out of his bed. He looked at his clock. Only one more hour...it was better to go downstairs and prepare his yami's breakfast. Ryou tiptoed out of his room and into the bathroom. His hair was a mess and he was sweating terribly.
Ryou freschened himself up as quiet as possible and quikly combed his hair. Then he went downstairs to prepare his yami's breakfast and lunch for today while eating his own sandwiches. After that, he just sat himself on the chair next to the window, and he watched how the a bloodred sun slowly started to rise from afar.
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Chapter 1: please read and review, then i'll continue.
Bye everybody and you know, R&R
