Author's Note: I may change the title later, heh heh. Um…this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh ficcy, so have mercy! Oh and /'s represent Ryou's thoughts and //'s represent Bakura's thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, Muaha.
Stormy Weather
Pitter-Patter…
Pitter-Patter…
The sound of rain shook me from my frightful slumber on what appeared to be my plush used-to-be white carpet. You need to be in bed, I told myself darkly, trying to get to my feet. Almost immediately, my muscles screamed at this action and I nearly swooned again. It was then that I noticed the blood, the streaks and the various pools that had soaked through my white carpet. Bakura had beaten me again; this time, he made sure that I felt every blow and cut.
I never understood why he did it. He usually told me something along the lines of 'You're such a weakling, Ryou' or 'You will never learn how to defend yourself'. /Yeah, right/, I thought darkly as I rubbed my right arm gingerly. I didn't want to change. I wanted to stay plain old Ryou no—lonely old Ryou. But then, I would regret my life more.
My gaze drifted out against the crimson streaks once more and I found myself sighing in disgust. I would have to clean that soon…if not in the morning before my yami became aware of it. I struggled to stand up fully using a nearby chair for support and stifled a cry. /Gods, I'm so pathetic and weak. Ugh…even Bakura's comments were wearing down on my already broken spirit/.
A sickly sounding chuckle escaped from my bruised and bleeding lips, blocking out the sounds of race outside. /How amusing, Ryou. What kinds of other jokes do you have this time?/ I thought bitterly. I slowly shuffled past the doorway that led to my kitchen, noting the presence of a rather small pool of old blood there. /More to clean./
Now that was probably something I wouldn't get around to do. Because I had to screw up somewhere as my yami had affectionately put it a few days ago.
(Flashback)
Yami Bakura watched his trembling hikari with mild amusement written all over his pale features. He loved to feel the fear and pain that he inflicted against him. Ryou was huddled in the corner near the stairs that led up to the bedrooms of the house, blood streaming from the cut on his cheek.
"Stop crying, Ryou, it makes you more of a weakling."
He grabbed his hikari and hoisted him up by the neck.
"Do you understand what happens when you talk back?" Yami Bakura asked.
Ryou stiffened up, tears no longer falling down his ivory cheeks and stayed silent. It was as if he was attempting to think of an answer to his question. Yami Bakura shook with rage as moments went by without an answer from to cough up blood and whimper.
"I-I understand!" Ryou gurgled out.
Yami Bakura laughed and drove his knee into Ryou's stomach again, smiling as he coughed up more blood after making a strange cry.
"I-I u-understand, m-master!"
Yami Bakura released his hikari with an evil grin and kicked him in the stomach once he settled on the floor.
"Oh and you might want to clean all of this up," He hissed, pointing at the wall and carpet behind him.
(End Flashback)
I fell on top of the carpet stairs, aggravating my bruised ribs and the cuts that rested on my arms. I wondered how long it would take me to get up from my position secretly. Although the odds were pretty high that I would fall asleep here, I still felt like I needed to get to my bed. So why did I put up with this abuse from my yami? I still don't know why I did. I was lonely and…
(Begin Flashback)
Ryou Bakura stared at himself in his bedroom mirror, eyeing the ring with a mixture of confusion and sadness. His eyes appeared to be glassy as he sat there, as if he were in the midst of a daydream. But in reality, he was listening to a rough-sounding voice in the back of his head.
/Are you going to possess me?/
//Possess? Such a harsh term. I'm just going to 'borrow' your body for a while.//
/That sounds like a lie./
//…../
/What are you?/
//I am you, Ryou. Haven't you guessed?//
(End Flashback)
My yami told me that he used to be a tomb robber and sealer of souls. He even had control of a completely different realm. To me, he sounded too good to be true. He sounded like he could be a very good friend. Well, not good in the conventional sense, but good nevertheless. I was so lonely and alone that anyone would do. But soon after I 'accepted' him, the violence came. The blood…the broken bones…the scars…they all came from the one thing I relied on the most.
Author's Note: Review if you like it. And um…I except constructive criticism and ideas for other chapters. No flames, please.