Peggi-After posting this on several sites, I recieved a lot of reviews and high ratings. I decided to do some editing so that it would be allowed on and share this with everyone here. This is my favorite of all the stories I've written so far. The format is a little awkward because it is also one of the very first fanfics I've ever written. I think that this format is allowed here on the site, but it is too much to change, so I'm hoping no one decides to be mean and have it taken off. Review and let me know what you think!
This is rated for suggestion of sexual situations and theme. It also contains BOY/BOY RELATIONS. Even if you don't like shounen-ai, it should not affect the story because that is not the basis of the plot.
CHAPTER ONE
Two Weeks Ago
Bakura-NO NO NO NO NO! LEAVE ME ALONE RYOU! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU PATHETIC HUMAN!
Ryou-Now Bakura, just sit still. It won't hurt you. Just stop squirming and running around. It's making it difficult.
Bakura ran up the stairs to escape his evil' hikari. Oh, how he hated bath time. How he despised that prissy scented liquid Ryou called soap, and how light his body felt after all of the dirt was removed from it. And especially how his normally pale face turned pinkish with the heat of the steam and water. And now he was on the run.
He ran into the bedroom, closed his eyes tight, and prayed his evil' Hikari wouldn't find him there. He turned around and let out a yelp.
Ryou-There's nowhere else to run, Bakura. I have you cornered. Just give up.
Bakura whimpered, and reluctantly allowed Ryou to drag him into the bathroom.
Recently
A tear rolled down Bakura's face as he recalled the incidents of last night. There was blood everywhere, and he was so hurt he could barely move. Both of his legs were covered in bruises and he'd never been in so much pain. He wished Ryou would come home soon, but there was still two more months left. He'd gone to visit his father at an archeological dig somewhere that Bakura couldn't remember, and he'd been gone for three days. Bakura couldn't remember all of the events of the night before, but they began to come back.
Yami-Shh. . .don't scream. You'll waste energy, and trust me, you'll need it. We're not close to being finished. You're not even undressed yet.
He remembered being pushed onto the bed, and probably from the look in his eyes, Yami had read his mind.
Yami-Ah, so murderous Tomb Robber is still a virgin, eh?
A few tears fell from Bakura's eyes, answering Yami's question with a silent yes'.
Yami-Well, that will not last for long.
The rest was such a blur. Bakura only remembered the pain. The pure fear. The hatred. But Yami was gone now, back to his home' in the Game shop with Yugi. Yugi who was so gentle, who had no idea how truly ruthless and unkind his Yami was.
Bakura grabbed the sheets off the bed. They were covered in blood. He threw them away, to never be reminded of the night before. He shuddered at the thought. He put new clean blankets on the bed, walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, and cried. Sobbed until he was out of tears, and then he fell asleep, curled up in a ball.
He slept for a few hours, and jumped to the ringing of the phone.
Bakura-Hello?