I know I shouldn't be posting a story up here till I get the other one done, but I had a little, tiny writers block on my other one, and well I came with this so :-p.

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A Cruel World

Chapter One

Ryou cries in pain, rawly awoken from his sleep, he looks up at his angry looking darkness. He looks around the room, bewildered, his eyes stop on a clock, it's 8:17, he fell asleep on the couch and forgot to cook Bakura's dinner. Ryou cries out again as Bakura kicks him harshly in the side.

"I-I'm sorry B-Bakura-sama," Ryou says, clutching his sore side and backing away, remembering Bakura was already mad at him.

"I'm sorry Bakura-sama," Bakura mimics and grabs Ryou by the hair, Ryou grabs Bakura's arm, but knowing better quickly lets go. Bakura easily hauls a struggling Ryou to his feet, tears now gathering in the smaller's chocolate eyes. "Where is my food?" Bakura question's venom in his voice, now eye to eye with the scared younger. Ryou can smell the sickening stench of beer on his yami's breath, and can hear a slight slur in words.

"I'm s-sorry Bakura-s-sama, I'll m-make it r-," Ryou yelps in pain as he's slammed into a nearby wall.

"Stop that Ra forsaken stuttering, you pathetic little brat," Bakura orders, Ryou's tears, against his struggle to keep them in, trickle loosely down his porcelain cheeks, this only rages Bakura more.

Ryou whimpers in his sleep, he knows this is a dream, a nightmare, just a bad memory, but with all his might he can't wake up.

"You want to cry?!" Bakura yells, Ryou shakes his head, his eyes closed in dread, fearing the beating that he knows is coming. Another yelp fills the apartment as Bakura slaps the smaller boy, who would have fallen if not for the larger once hold. "Answer you worthless piece of shit!" Bakura orders.

"I'll c-cook Bakur-" again Ryou is cut off by his own cry of pain, as Bakura took the liberty to slam him into the wall again.

"That's the third time you directly disobeyed me today," Bakura says, his eyes dim and a wicked smirk fixing on his lips, "I know the perfect punishment."

A shiver makes it's way down Ryou's spine not having a good feeling. "Did I ever tell you, you have a sexy ass?" Bakura asks with a drunken laugh.

"B-Bakura-sama, plea-" Ryou falls to the ground, coughing and wheezing trying to regain the air in his lungs that Bakura knocked out of him. He cries in pain at the harsh kick in his side by his dark, curling in a ball, his tears fall loosely, fear of death coming to his mind as he still is unable to breath.

"You don't speak until I tell you to," he says, proving his point with another kick. Bakura stares at the struggling boy a while, cruel amusement showing on his face. A second goes by before Bakura gets tired of this. "Enough, stand," he orders, Ryou doesn't comply, feeling like a fish out of water, seconds feel like hours to him. "I said get up you worthless piece of shit!" Bakura yells and pulls Ryou up effortlessly by his beautiful white locks. Ryou still gasping for air struggles, and does something that he never thought he would ever do, he hit his yami, Ryou freezes, forgetting about breathing or anything else, his eyes are locked on a bright red spot is on his darkness's cheek, where Ryou had hit him. Bakura stands there in a mixture of rage and shock, Ryou takes his chance and runs for the door. Bakura snaps out of it and chases after his hikari. Ryou's fingers just graze the handle, and he cries in fear and pain at the grip of his hair, pulling the smaller one to Bakura and securing him in his arms. "You baka twirp, I'm gonna enjoy your screams of pain as I rip you apart," Bakura hisses in the smaller ones ear. Shivers go down Ryou's spine as Bakura licks the lobe of his ear.

"Let go, p-please l-let go," Ryou pleads, struggling in his yami's arms, tears still falling down his pale cheeks. /I'll do anything, please Bakura-sama/

"I said shut up," Bakura hisses pushing Ryou down on the table, much like how a cop does when putting handcuffs on a criminal. Ryou pushes off the table trying to get away. Bakura pulls Ryou's arms out from under him making Ryou slam his head against the table. Ryou's head pounds, and his vision blurs.

/Bakura.../ Ryou is so confused, he doesn't understand, he can't move his arms. Ryou's breath becomes irritated, panic comes over him. /My arms, why can't I move my arms?/ He hears a zipper, Ryou shakes his head, feeling drowsy.

/Please Bakur-/ A loud cry is forced from Ryou's lips as a sharp pain strikes in his back side. Ryou balls his hands into fist, crying out again as the pain comes again. Ryou can now hear the grunts of the one behind him, Ryou relies's what's happening, only adding humiliation to the pain. Ryou slams his head on the table and tries to give a last struggle, but it's useless, his virginity is lost and nothing can make it come back. Ryou hears one final grunt before Bakura pulls out. Bakura frees Ryou's arms that were secured behind his back, chained by one of many chains that usually hang on Bakura's pants. Ryou slides to the ground, huddling into a ball on the cold cement floor, lost in his cries of anguish.

"It seems you're not totally useless," Ryou hears the heartless words over his cries, only making him pull his head closer to his knees and cry harder. Hours have past and Ryou hasn't moved, his tears long gone and his voice croaky. Ryou wants to sleep, he's so tired, but can't bring himself to do just that.

/I have to get out of here/ Ryou only hopes that Bakura is already asleep and can't hear his thoughts, but being cautious, he waits for Bakura to come in there and beat him for the thought. After half an hour passes without a beating or any other signs of his yami hearing Ryou finally attempts standing, biting his bottom lip to muffle a cry of pain he manages to stand with the help of the table. He pulls up his boxers and pants with shaky hands, just realizing the pain in his wrist. With every step Ryou takes he has to swallow a cry of pain. The door seems to taunt him, for he can't seem to get close enough to reach. He falls weakly to the floor, his breath labored, he continues his journey to the door, now on all fours. A small smile graces his lips, only for a second when he reached the door, and some hope was restored, for Bakura had not came and dragged him back into his Hell yet. Ryou used the door to help him to his feet. He opened the door taking a step and than another, and another, until he had taken many steps, and the farther he got the more hope came, but along with that hope came fear, soon Ryou, despite his pain was practically running, fearing that his freedom, the freedom he's wanted so long would already be taken away. Ryou didn't know where he was going exactly, but he didn't care, as long as it was away from Bakura, away from the pain, away from his hell. In his haste and fear Ryou didn't see the light coming his way until it was to late, the light was so bright, then pain came, and then nothing but darkness.

Don, Don, Don, well untill next time peoples