OK! MY 1ST YU –GI-OH FANFIC! YAY!!! XD lso my 3rd fanfic ever wrote. I must say that its not as good as my other ones, but I try my best ;

You cry you tears...and I'll cry mine...

Chapter 1:

"BAKURA!!!! BAKURA!!! GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!!!!" Bakura was in his room sitting in his usual spot in his usual corner. The room was a fair size for him. He loved to sit in the dark by himself. He just connected with the feel of darkness for some reason. He sat on rusty long floorboards, as he lifted his head and blinked his eyes towards the door. He covered his head with his head and pulled his knees to his chest. He looked like a newborn kitten that had just been whipped a dozen times over. He then buried his face in them as he whispered to himself.

"No...I don't want to go...I don't want to see him...not again...please help me...someone..." He closed his eyes tight as tears that he tried to fight back dripped onto his knees. He wasn't wearing any pants, Malik wouldn't allow it. He just wore a long white shirt that Malik gave him after he moved in with him, and underwear that didn't seem like it would last for the next few days. But he was kind enough to give him a pair of sox. But he also whore a metal collar tight around his neck that had a chain holder on it.

He could hear the footsteps of Malik's big clumpy boots making their way up the stairs, "No...don't come..." He looked toward the window he was sitting under. He thought he could escape through it but he wouldn't have enough time. Besides...it was dark and a storm was getting ready to storm. But this could be his only chance.

The door swung open and banged against the cracked wall as Malik turned on the lights of the darkened room. The floors and walls creaked as the wind blew against the house. The only thing in the room was a matt for Bakura to sleep on. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THNK YOU'RE DOING?!" Malik felt the moist air fall upon his face as he went to the opened window and grabbed the arm of a drenched Bakura on the tree branch next to the window. "Get you ass in here now!" He swung Bakura inside as he yelped when he hit the floor and begun to cry softly to himself. Malik quickly closed the window and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "Were you trying to escape?! That wouldn't make me or your parents very happy now would it?!"

Bakura's Parents died in a car crash one year ago. Malik told him that his parents told Malik to take care of Bakura. Malik was a friend of the families for a very long time. Malik was alone in the world just like he was now. He stayed at a nearby orphanage. His parents wanted to adopt him, but didn't have the money. So they just visited once in a while. Bakura could remember how Malik used to run away from the orphanage at times when the sun went down. He used to throw rocks at Bakura's window to wake him up. Bakura would usually run down the steps as fast as he could and as quietly as he could, not even bothering to grab a jacket. They would run off together and play in the nearby fields. They would lie in the grass and watch the stars. One time, they even fell asleep next to each other in the field. Bakura's mother was looking everywhere for him, and Malik didn't get a very happy welcome back to the orphanage either.

But then...something changed. Bakura and his family couldn't stay where they lived. They were to move in less than 2 years. When Bakura told Malik the news, he became so distant, so harsh, and so...different. Like he became a different person. It wasn't the friend that Bakura once knew, it was someone else...a monster...Then, Bakura's parents died, as Malik said, in a car crash. He cried that whole night. And since then, whenever Bakura looked for someone to cry to and feel loved, Malik would only do stuff to satisfy himself. Malik wouldn't let Bakura cry, wouldn't show him love like he used to. He wouldn't even be his friend, just...a monster...

Bakura looked to the ground without saying a word as Malik grabbed his chin land lifted it up.

"Look at me and speak!" Bakura flinched as Malik gripped him by his wrists tighter and tighter. He quickly closed his eyes then shook his head as he released himself form Malik's grasp.

"I don't want to be here!" He ran towards the open door as Malik reached it first and closed it shut.

"You will not escape me!" Malik quickly grabbed him and slammed him on the mat. "Bakura, You are making me very angry, and you know how I get when you make me angry. But I know a way that you can satisfy me and make me happy." Bakura knew what Malik wanted. For he had been doing it for a year ever since his parents died. But he wanted to know why. Why did Malik have that seducing grin on his face every time? Why was he doing this in the first place? Did he hate him? Did he want revenge for something he did? Why...why? What did he do to deserve this?

Bakura just nodded. He didn't have any say in anything. He didn't have a choice in what would happen next. His body was stiff as a board as Malik began to unbutton his shirt. He felt he had more reason at times like these to cry than any other time. He always fought the urge to stop him from hurting him in this manner, but if he did, it would only make the situation worse. Malik was done with his shirt as he took off his own. He then slipped one hand down Bakura's underwear, then his own. Malik kept his eyes on Bakura as his hand began to caress Bakura roughly. Malik just loved to see Bakura's face when he was scared or in pain. It looked like he was enjoying himself way too much. "Please...I..." Bakura then stopped himself from what he was going to say. He knew it would just mean trouble. He would just lie there like a stiff doll, an obedient dog, a sex slave...and there was nothing he could do about it...

Where has the one I held so dear...so close to my heart...where has he gone?

TO BE CONTINUED

Well? How did you like it so far? I hope you did X3 Thanks for reading it! o If the reviews are good, I'll make more chapters! -