Pairing: Depending on your interpretation, Yami Bakura/Ryou Bakura
Summary: A brief look at what it might have felt like the first time Ryou put on the Ring.
Warnings: Non-sexual non-con.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything related to it.
Comments: Happy!Ryou doesn't exist to me, apparently.
His heart was beating against his chest, and a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead. Eyes were wide and fearful as he stared down at the object in his hand, the lone eye on it gazing back up at him. It was mesmerizing. He could hear the warning signals going off in his head, every inch of his body screaming for him to let go and pack the gift away.
Ryou swallowed hard, and dragged his fingertips around the perimeter of the Ring, memorizing every detail of the golden object. It was smooth, unmarred, unscratched; his father had told him it was thousands of years old, but it looked as if it were brand new, like the gold had just been poured into a mould...
He began to shiver. He didn't understand why he wouldn't, couldn't let go of the Ring when he was screaming at himself to do it. But there was something stronger there, whispering to him, forming words without sound: Need you, need you. He snapped his eyes shut and curled his fingers around the metal tightly. Don't do that. Put it on.
Ryou bit his lip. There was something pressing against his hands, uncurling his fingers and guiding them to the cord at the top. The sensation slowly became more solid, until Ryou realized that it was actually someone else's hands guiding his own. They were cold and light, like air; if he tried to look at the hands, they didn't exist.
He lifted the cord up over his head and back down, letting it rest around his neck like a pendant. It was heavy for a second, and cold resting against his chest, but almost immediately after he had let go it warmed up. His heart beat faster: it felt proper to wear it around his neck like this, but at the same time there was something completely terrifying about it. His mind stopped screaming in protest suddenly, each warning being cut off at the same time until he was left with a disturbing, restrictive silence. Ryou couldn't even hear his heart beating or his heavy breathing anymore.
Then the laughter started.
Ryou reached to clutch at his hair, pulling as hard as he could to try and distract himself from the piercing laughter. He screamed, but couldn't hear it. Don't do that! Something said to him. I'm going to help you, okay? Just be nice for a while...
Something touched him. Ryou felt fingertips slip up his right arm, then slide around his side. More and more invisible hands appeared, each one pulling and grabbing harder than the last. One hand clamped over his mouth, then one on his and throat, and suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light before his eyes. The next thing he knew, Ryou was being pulled backwards, away from his own body. His vision lasted only a moment before it, too, was taken from him.
The last thing he remembered before he lost complete consciousness was the sound of laughter, a delighted voice, and the gentle touch of hands roaming in his mind.
Now we can play together forever.
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