A short, bonding story that will be finished by the end of the month. Hope everyone has a great 31 days of Halloween~
"Take me,
take me in your arms my love and rape me
...
My better half it's true
has seen the darker side of you,
Innocence stripped away,
at least I've the brighter fate"
~Kiss, London After Midnight
Ryou always loved October, though Halloween was not extensively celebrated in Japan. He remembers when he had to live in England for his father's work and he would never forget all the costumes, spooky decorations, and overall creepy atmosphere. It was all so enthralling. Even at a young age he was drawn in by the macabre.
When October struck he watched all the classic horror movies and held seances in graveyards. The teen longed for friends to join with him. Yugi's gang just didn't quite understand the concept...not to mention how Jounochi and Honda were such scaredy cats. He laughs silently to himself. Yugi himself did his best to take part in Ryou's venerated interests but without the challenge of a game and general cultural differences he failed to truly appreciate any of it. The whitette was never one to force other's to take part in something only he liked. Aside from that, he was used to being alone.
What he wasn't used to was how active his Yami had become. It was true that Bakura would grow oddly vocal during the Fall season but it seemed stronger with each passing year.
Little spidery legs crawled along the inside of his brain, scraping at his insides. Erratically, he scratched at his scalp. A deep cackle resonated at his core. A cackle no one else could hear.
Bakura could insult him all he wanted, make his snide remarks, but this...this current amusement of his was taxing. The young man could not recall when he last slept fully. He hoped to nap as soon as he got home.
Ryou pulled on his regular sneakers, replacing the school slippers back into his cubbie. His breath halted suddenly. This was also nothing new. When his Yami deigned to, or when his emotions got the best of him, his unnerving presence would make itself known ten-fold. Ryou's heart beat quickened. Tingles run up and down his spine, his lungs falter. The fine hairs on the nape of his neck and arms stood on end.
Slender fingers now slid across his thin shoulders, unseen. They brushed sensually along the curve of his neck before sharp nails tore a slim line through alabaster skin. A small trail of blood followed.
The Spirit could have always easily abused him from the safety of his soul room, where broken skin and bruises could never be witnessed on his physical form.
Never had he made a corporeal materialization outside of Ryou. He couldn't. Actually causing tangible wounds should not be within his capabilities.
An awful, bone chilling laugh echoed, and not just from inside his mind. As if it was directly behind him.
Ryou's head whipped around. Nothing. A nearby classmate stared curiously at his actions. The boy blushed and offered a bashful smile. His fellow student made a face and walked off. The Hikari sighed in relief, calmed for but a moment.
"Yadonoshi." He could hear the mocking voice right in his ear. Warm breath and cold lips. Ryou prayed for Winter.
Anyone ever notice that when a goth band has a song concept that is traditionally meant to be sweet, such as this, it ends up being rather dark. The Cure also has a song entitled Kiss which is also quite grim :)