Chapter 1: Cruel Words

Ryou's POV
"Bakura, you wanna duel at my house?"
"No thanks, Yugi. I really should get home. My house is a mess."
I waved to Yugi and didn't let him see my depression. When I got home, I put my shoes neatly by the door and took out the cleaning supplies. My stomach was aching with hunger though, so I ripped open a bag of potato chips, a rare treat for me. They were so good, even though they were plain...
"Having fun?"
I choked on a mouthful of chips.
"No. No sir."
"Then why are you eating like a pig instead of cleaning?"
"I was h-hungry," I replied shakily to my yami. He was a bit angry at something, Ra knows what. Anyways, he cracked me hard on the jaw. I felt it pop uncomfortably.
"Oww..." I whimpered quietly.
"What was that?" my yami asked dangerously.
"I...I sald I'll glt to cleanling thle hloulse," I replied, slurring my speech with L's by accident due to the numbing pain in my jaw. What I meant to say was "I...I said I'll get to cleaning the house."
"That's what I thought," he replied distractedly. I put the chips back into the pantry, then went into my bathroom to relieve myself and apply something to alleviate the pain in my jaw. All I could find was some Bengay, which would have to do. After I used the bathroom, I stared hard at the bathroom scale. Last time I had checked, I weighed 115 pounds.
That was a week ago.
All of a sudden, I had become interested in weighing myself. I felt fat for some reason. Perhaps the fact that my yami's comment about me eating made me feel self-conscious. I nervously stepped onto the scale.
120.
120 pounds!! God, he was right! I was fat! And a pig to boot!! I didn't know what to do for a moment. My eyes shifted restlessly.
"The Ring!"
I wrenched the Millennium Ring from under my shirt and hurled it powerfully outside the bathroom. As the bathroom was near the stairs, I could hear the Ring clatter down the steps. I was satisfied. Yami Bakura wouldn't know.
I turned on my heel. I was so nervous for what I was about to do.
I'd heard of models who made themselves skinny by throwing up.
"Err..."
I bent over the toilet nervously, index finger extended and shaking. I didn't feel like doing it, but it was the only way. I started moving it to the back of my throat. I gagged and tears stung my eyes as I retched air.
"Huckk!! Huck!! Bleagchhk!!!!"
I stopped moving my finger back when I threw up on my entire fist. I removed the hand and gripped the toilet seat as I continued to heave all the potato chips mixed with the bile in my stomach. I burped wetly and stepped away from the toilet as I stopped. I was panting as I cleaned the filthy, sticky contents of my stomach from my hands. I felt so empty and weak.
I LIKED IT!!
I smiled at the fact that I was empty. That meant I couldn't gain weight.