A/N: sorry about my other fanfic, 'Cerulean dreams, I will post soon but I've got a lot of work to do, I've got exams this year and the work is really piling up..... but I'll try, I've written the next chapter, just got to type it up and post it! So here's this one for now: !:
Love is for the weak and the weak only:
Chapter 1; Why Do I Bother?:
Why do I even bother to be nice to him? It always ends up this way, the same, me
against a wall, cut, bruised and swollen, it doesn't matter to him that I'm broken in more
ways than one.....
Not that he'd notice, he never bothers to acknowledge me until he wants to use
me as a human punch bag. He wakes up after I've gone too school, (if I'm lucky) due to a
hangover from the night before, then he'll mope around the Ishtar's house, then go to the
pub with Malik and get drunk. And then of course he'll come home at some ungodly hour,
drag me out of bed just to be beaten up, with no explanation, no apology, the only way I
see him is when he's completely drunk and bloody, covered in blood, my blood. I only
know about my Yami and his visit's to Malik's house because Isis keeps phoning me to tell
me to keep my darker half more sober and to stop him from disturbing her 12 hour beauty
sleep, honestly who could sleep that long????
Anyway, she expects me to keep him in the ring or at least lock him in the house,
well I can't say I haven't tried, hell I've got the scars and fractures to prove it... the nice
nurses at the hospital must think I'm a walking accident with me coming each week with
one or two new broken bones and the same excuses; "I fell down the stairs" or "I go
pushed off my skateboard" or "I got crushed by a whole football team" well at least they
haven't tried to call social services yet........
I haven't told anyone of my beatings except you... so keep it quiet, ok? Well it's not
like you can talk is it?? Ryou closed his new notebook and slid it carefully under his pillow
before walking numbly to the door on the opposite side of the room, to his en-suite
bathroom. He walked in slowly and looked in the mirror at his pale form before reaching
for a soft sponge.
He glanced at his reflection; a fairly small boy glanced fearfully back at him, a boy
with light grey hair that trailed half way down his back and impossible pale skin. The boy
flashed his chocolate brown eyes before glancing at the gashes on the other boy1. His
eyes rested on the two major, still bleeding gashes that adorned his creamy pale torso
along with several white scars from previous beatings. He then looked further down the
boys body earning a small gasp, blood was trailing down his legs, tarnishing his skin, the
blood was seeping out a rather huge knife slash just below his baby blue boxers, long with
several marks, that looked curiously like bite marks. Of course there were also several sets
of stitches still in, all courtesy of Domino hospital and the doctors at A&E.
Ryou sighed as he cleaned up the blood, staining his yellow sponge a nasty shade
of red, just for more blood to escape his body as before, his legs now an unhealthy shade
of brown where the blood had dried. Ryou cried as he wiped up the blood and bandaged
his torso and legs before crawling in to bed, god they hurt. That was the funny part,
however many times it happened it always hurt, it never got easier, it always hurt...... Ryou
cried fiercely, draining himself of the rest of his already scarce energy from the loss of so
much blood, so much so that he fell to sleep, still sobbing on his already stained sheets,
stained in such a variety of dark colours, some Ryou wished he couldn't think of, some
he'd rather not, some so much worse than blood..................
A/N: 1 As Ryou is staring in the mirror, this mirror Ryou is staring back at Ryou's gashes.
Competition: If any one can guess what the stain is worse than blood is I will write them a
dedicated fanfic or give them a special mention in my next chapter, or I will give them
something else.......anything you want just tell me in your reviews!!!! Please R&R and read
my other fanfics 'Cerulean dreams' and 'Confessions'
