~Lynn- Hi! This is my first Yugioh! Fic!! (yay!) It's about Ryou (that's
Bakura [English anime] first name for those who don't know) and Yami Bakura
(enough said) Hope ya like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO if I did half the characters wouldn't exist
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Ryou lie stretched out on his bed, his arms and legs hurt, heck he hurt all over. The most resent beat up by Yami Bakura had been the worst ever. What had he done again? He couldn't even remember, his head hurt too much. He rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:34 am. School would be starting in an hour.
'Why even get up?' He thought, 'School doesn't matter, does it?' There was nothing for him there. I just want to sleep this nightmare away, the horrible nightmare in my soul. Ryou rolled back over on his sore back and closed his eyes and began to fall back into the sleep he longed to never leave.
"Get up stupid!" growled Yami Bakura as he pushed Ryou out of bed. Ryou made a kinda Thud! sound when he hit the ground. He began to pull himself up, but was forced back down by Yami Bakura's strong foot on his back. "Still tired worthless weakling?! We talked about this sleeping late! It causes even more weakness!" he fumed "I don't know why I even keep you around." Yami Bakura removed his foot and tapped his head apparently thinking. He snapped his fingers "Oh ya!" then crouched down next to Ryou, smiling. "I can do this and it's great fun!" Ryou braced himself as Yami Bakura slammed his fist down on his head slamming it to the ground. It felt like his skull had split in two. Ryou gripped his throbbing head and rolled over moaning in pain. Yami Bakura just laughed and headed down to the kitchen.
Now Ryou remembered why school was so important, it was the only place Yami Bakura couldn't bully him or beat him up, it would cause a stir and Ryou knew his Yami didn't want to draw attention. School was his sanctuary, his place away from the evil with-in. He sighed to himself. That was a joke; there was no place to hide from his Yami, his darker half. He was always there watching, reading his thoughts, and waiting 'till he screwed up, than he would take pleasure in torturing him.
Ryou got off the floor and brushed himself off. He silently walked over to his closet, opened it, and took out a white short-sleeve shirt and shorts. He put them on and looked in the mirror. This will never work, he thought as he looked at the multiple scars and cuts on his arms and legs, it would cause people to ask questions and Yami Bakura will not be happy if I answered truly. He pulled off the shorts and put on a pair of thin jeans and over the white short-sleeved shirt he put on a plaid red long-sleeved button down shirt. This exposed the white shirt on his chest, but his arms were covered. It was cool and it needed to be in this hot weather or he was sure he'd sweat to death. There, he thought, this should be better than wearing a sweatshirt all day. Ryou exited his room and headed down to the kitchen.
Yami Bakura sat cross-legged at the table reading a sheet of old-looking yellowed parchment with something in writing Ryou didn't understand.
'It looks like some Egyptian writing.' he concluded and proceeded to making breakfast. He got out the frying pan and put a few strips of bacon on it. They began to sizzle as he got out ingredients for making pancakes. After combining milk, eggs and instant pancake mix in a bowl he made sure the bacon was done and brought it over to Yami Bakura. He grabbed all three strips, greedily shoved them in his mouth, and continued to read the paper without looking up or saying "thank you". Ryou didn't care, Yami Bakura never said "thank you," heck he had no manners and was never polite. He put his feet on the table, ate large quantities of snacks between meals, and belched out loud and that wasn't even near the half of it! Ryou never said or thought a word because he knew that Yami Bakura could read his mind and if he found out some of what Ryou thought of him, well, he'd probably be going to school in a jelly jar.
Ryou poured the batter into the frying pan. He watched it carefully as the yellow-golden mixture bubbled and steamed. He flipped it over and waited until the pancake was done. He kept making pancakes until he had about five or so in a stack and brought them to Yami Bakura. Again, without looking up, he grabbed one and stuffed it in his mouth. He chewed a bit than spit it out. "Your cooking is horrible! I can't believe you're giving me this to eat!" He got up and stared coldly at Ryou.
"S-Sorry, I thought y-you liked pancakes." Ryou said in a small voice trying to avoid his gaze.
"Hmph! Shows how smart you are!"
"S-Sorry," Ryou said again, "I-I didn't know."
Yami Bakura shrugged, "How should I expect you to know," he walked over and put his hand on Ryou's shoulders and smiled. Ya, he smiled. Whoa, this surprised him, was his Yami forgiving him??? This had never happened before "Ya, I can't seem to get anything through your thick head!" He pounded Ryou on the head again and sent him sprawling backwards, crashing into the counter and falling down on his butt. Yami Bakura laughed hard, really hard. Ryou thought he saw tears in his eyes.
Typical his Yami just wanted to bring him close to pound him harder. He rubbed his head and felt two large bumps under his thick head of white hair. Ryou felt stupid thinking that his Yami might actually be nice. "I got something important to do, and I don't want you bothering me!" Yami Bakura said as he disappeared into the Millennium Ring. 'What a relief,' thought Ryou, 'he won't bug me on the way to school and I might actually have an enjoyable day.'
'I can hear you,' growled Bakura from inside the Millennium Ring, 'expect the worst when you come home.'
Ryou groaned. He couldn't tell if Bakura was stating a threat or a bluff. 'But did it matter, did it really matter?' he asked himself and headed off to school.
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Disclaimer: I don't own YGO if I did half the characters wouldn't exist
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Ryou lie stretched out on his bed, his arms and legs hurt, heck he hurt all over. The most resent beat up by Yami Bakura had been the worst ever. What had he done again? He couldn't even remember, his head hurt too much. He rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:34 am. School would be starting in an hour.
'Why even get up?' He thought, 'School doesn't matter, does it?' There was nothing for him there. I just want to sleep this nightmare away, the horrible nightmare in my soul. Ryou rolled back over on his sore back and closed his eyes and began to fall back into the sleep he longed to never leave.
"Get up stupid!" growled Yami Bakura as he pushed Ryou out of bed. Ryou made a kinda Thud! sound when he hit the ground. He began to pull himself up, but was forced back down by Yami Bakura's strong foot on his back. "Still tired worthless weakling?! We talked about this sleeping late! It causes even more weakness!" he fumed "I don't know why I even keep you around." Yami Bakura removed his foot and tapped his head apparently thinking. He snapped his fingers "Oh ya!" then crouched down next to Ryou, smiling. "I can do this and it's great fun!" Ryou braced himself as Yami Bakura slammed his fist down on his head slamming it to the ground. It felt like his skull had split in two. Ryou gripped his throbbing head and rolled over moaning in pain. Yami Bakura just laughed and headed down to the kitchen.
Now Ryou remembered why school was so important, it was the only place Yami Bakura couldn't bully him or beat him up, it would cause a stir and Ryou knew his Yami didn't want to draw attention. School was his sanctuary, his place away from the evil with-in. He sighed to himself. That was a joke; there was no place to hide from his Yami, his darker half. He was always there watching, reading his thoughts, and waiting 'till he screwed up, than he would take pleasure in torturing him.
Ryou got off the floor and brushed himself off. He silently walked over to his closet, opened it, and took out a white short-sleeve shirt and shorts. He put them on and looked in the mirror. This will never work, he thought as he looked at the multiple scars and cuts on his arms and legs, it would cause people to ask questions and Yami Bakura will not be happy if I answered truly. He pulled off the shorts and put on a pair of thin jeans and over the white short-sleeved shirt he put on a plaid red long-sleeved button down shirt. This exposed the white shirt on his chest, but his arms were covered. It was cool and it needed to be in this hot weather or he was sure he'd sweat to death. There, he thought, this should be better than wearing a sweatshirt all day. Ryou exited his room and headed down to the kitchen.
Yami Bakura sat cross-legged at the table reading a sheet of old-looking yellowed parchment with something in writing Ryou didn't understand.
'It looks like some Egyptian writing.' he concluded and proceeded to making breakfast. He got out the frying pan and put a few strips of bacon on it. They began to sizzle as he got out ingredients for making pancakes. After combining milk, eggs and instant pancake mix in a bowl he made sure the bacon was done and brought it over to Yami Bakura. He grabbed all three strips, greedily shoved them in his mouth, and continued to read the paper without looking up or saying "thank you". Ryou didn't care, Yami Bakura never said "thank you," heck he had no manners and was never polite. He put his feet on the table, ate large quantities of snacks between meals, and belched out loud and that wasn't even near the half of it! Ryou never said or thought a word because he knew that Yami Bakura could read his mind and if he found out some of what Ryou thought of him, well, he'd probably be going to school in a jelly jar.
Ryou poured the batter into the frying pan. He watched it carefully as the yellow-golden mixture bubbled and steamed. He flipped it over and waited until the pancake was done. He kept making pancakes until he had about five or so in a stack and brought them to Yami Bakura. Again, without looking up, he grabbed one and stuffed it in his mouth. He chewed a bit than spit it out. "Your cooking is horrible! I can't believe you're giving me this to eat!" He got up and stared coldly at Ryou.
"S-Sorry, I thought y-you liked pancakes." Ryou said in a small voice trying to avoid his gaze.
"Hmph! Shows how smart you are!"
"S-Sorry," Ryou said again, "I-I didn't know."
Yami Bakura shrugged, "How should I expect you to know," he walked over and put his hand on Ryou's shoulders and smiled. Ya, he smiled. Whoa, this surprised him, was his Yami forgiving him??? This had never happened before "Ya, I can't seem to get anything through your thick head!" He pounded Ryou on the head again and sent him sprawling backwards, crashing into the counter and falling down on his butt. Yami Bakura laughed hard, really hard. Ryou thought he saw tears in his eyes.
Typical his Yami just wanted to bring him close to pound him harder. He rubbed his head and felt two large bumps under his thick head of white hair. Ryou felt stupid thinking that his Yami might actually be nice. "I got something important to do, and I don't want you bothering me!" Yami Bakura said as he disappeared into the Millennium Ring. 'What a relief,' thought Ryou, 'he won't bug me on the way to school and I might actually have an enjoyable day.'
'I can hear you,' growled Bakura from inside the Millennium Ring, 'expect the worst when you come home.'
Ryou groaned. He couldn't tell if Bakura was stating a threat or a bluff. 'But did it matter, did it really matter?' he asked himself and headed off to school.
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