Bakura moved with the grace of a large white cat. His shaggy silver mane was pulled back and his position was similar to an injured animal's. Dragging the small safety razor over his pale legs he watched with an amused smile how the crimson spilled with little effort. His mind was numb; everything was blank. The only colors that could clearly be made out by the pair of crimson eyes, was his crimson blood. Just a twist here or there formed delicate patterns of the rich life fluid.
He just lay on the floor, the bathroom floor, a bloody mess. Not caring anymore that he had lost the only thing tying him to his sanity. A three letter word was scratched with his only friend in this new world; DIE. Blood pooled from the pale wrist and dripped onto the tiled floor.
It could be said that he deserved it. A miserable feeling of loneliness rested in his stomach. Who was it that wanted to take over the world? Who was it that put countless lives of Yugi-Tachi in danger...That enjoyed blood shed? Who made his only love in the world an outcast...People would laugh at the mention of the great tomb-raider shedding his own blood...There was only one question that lingered on his mind right now: How did this all start?
Just one word: leave
Ryou had said that to him. It hurt so badly. Darkness had finally found the light to confide in and hold his most protected secrets and had been roughly pushed away. The shadows that they had once created had faded and only memories remained.
Ryou had started it. When he was pushed away from his childhood friends because he was hearing voices he resorted to a cold friendlier blade. Cutting was his only relief. The blade doesn't judge. It will take away your sorrows whether you're friendless or not.
However, Ryou had snapped out of his masochistic ways when he had met Yugi. Light attracts light. No wonder he would tell him to leave. When he said that… well, it could be said he is still going through his own phase. Just who would've thought that a phase could last more than two years? He has his Hikari's old Safety Razors in my hand, drawing blood.
His hands are sticky. With blood beginning to cake he examines his hands. Delicate with long narrow fingers added grace to normally clumsy acts. A bluish tint surrounded each nail bed. They were blue from the lack of food. The pleasures of eating had long ago left him.
Ahh, he knew what all these things would lead up to. The anorexia and the cutting around sensitive veins would soon lead to death. The joy of just being near death comforts him.
With out sanity, death conquers.
Bakura/Seto or Bakura/Ryou/Seto or Ryou/Seto. I'm not sure but if you guys have any suggestions they would be great. Please review. Revised, and I'm no longer badly depressed. This story will continue but the pairings will be switched around now. Seto as a uke? Hmm, that's doing to have to be changed or really well written for people to accept it. Leave a review or PM me if anyone wants to beta this fic. Comments/Criticism is appreciated and taken in with an open mind. By the way, if you like Full Metal Alchemist I'm working with some other girls to do Roy/Ed fics. Were kinda' fretting about tests at the moment (I did all my homework this evening, in your face Priss!) so it hasn't been updated in awhile. The story is called 'Strawberry Stories'. They're one-shot type fics with a hint of strawberry in them. Chao!