Summary: After running away from Bakura, Ryou goes through a life of drugs; theft and 'pleasure' Will the yami prefer the new Ryou or will he strife to find the innocent one that he had taken for granted. BakuraRyou MalikMarik
Genre/Warnings: Its yaoi! And the pairings are Bakura/Ryou, Malik/Ryou/Marik! Warning! Some contents may be disturbing seeing who Ryou would "pleasure" in the later chapters. (Guess? ) Um………Ryou's kinda OOC since he practically loses it just to prove Bakura wrong!
Hahaha! By the way, I was inspired by several songs, which I might squeeze in the later chapters.
Opposites Attract

Chapter 1: To Face Reality

Bakura glared at his light before slamming his lithe body to the wall vehemently. The younger of the two yelped in pain as blood started to flow down from his head and along his insipid face. His vision was getting blurry but he was desperate to keep his consciousness intact. He knew that his yami would beat the hell out of him, if not now then most likely later when he were wide-awake.

Bakura after all wanted to see him struggle and beg for him, so he obviously didn't like the idea of having him sleep through his "sessions" besides every time he did fall to a comma; his beatings from the yami would always worsen. He was a damn sadist while he on the other hand was his little play thing, was he by any chance turning to a masochist? Was he enjoying Bakura's sessions, or was he plainly getting used to it?

"Bakura-sama………onegai………"

"Pathetic!" Bakura spat as he glared down at his light. Bakura hated his hikari more than anything. His hikari was a weakness, better yet the weaker side of him. He was the so-called light of the dark, the stupid pitiable light that couldn't even protect himself from being molested.

"Hikari, get you ass up, our little session isn't over!" the yami mocked. For Ryou, the term 'hikari' had never sounded more of an insult. It always sounded as if it were a derision, rather a seemingly synonym to a 'whore' a 'slut' or rather 'a piece of shit, that had no place in the seemingly vindictive world'

After several minutes, Ryou forced himself to stand up and for once glared at his darker half. Sure he was weak, BUT Bakura was making him weaker! "What?" Bakura barked, "Has the little hikari grown a backbone and decided to fight back?" he ridiculed as he punched Ryou straight in the jaw, causing the boy to stumble back.

Ever since Ryou had received the millennium ring, his life had been a hellhole. Every single day, he was beaten up by his yami, plainly because he felt like it. Everyday, Bakura would threaten him as not to see his friends, and everyday he would comply willingly. He would even submissively throw himself at his yami's feet; hell, he would even allow his yami to steal his innocence if he dared it. Was it because of him being a masochist or was it because that the boy plainly loved his yami, despite the fact of him knowing that love was nothing more than a mere fantasy. It was some childish fairytale that he dared believe.

"I hate you………" Ryou whispered in a muffled cry, causing the Yami to look at him skeptically.

"Speak up, hikari before I get the urge to cut your tongue!" Bakura grimaced as Ryou finally glanced at him incredulously

"I said I H-A-T-E Y-O-U!!!" he shouted before abruptly rushing out of the door with the remaining strength he had. He couldn't care about anything anymore; all he wanted was to get away, specifically away from him………

On the other hand although Bakura would have had easily caught up with Ryou, he merely let him go. Sure, he would have had tortured him for his insolence, maybe he would have had killed the little brat but somehow he felt a tinge of guilt in his chest. Was it because he had lost his "little puppet" or was it because his light had finally told him that he hated him?

Ryou didn't heed to the glances and murmurs the people gave him as he continued to limp along the streets of his neighborhood. Passersby's had ought to think of him as a psycho or a mental patient, but the boy couldn't have cared less.

Though he couldn't also blame them for their erroneous judgment since he knew exactly what he looked like at that point of time. His clothes were tattered and were stained by his own blood, his hair was like a forest, and were spiked along the edges like that of Bakura's. There was still blood on his forehead, to mention that he was barefooted since he had rushed out of their house without bothering of thinking twice.

He didn't know where to go. I mean where was he to go? He couldn't just barge in to Yugi's, and he definitely didn't want Anzu's company. Jou was off with Kaiba and Honda was plainly jacking off some place. The albino was loss in his thoughts when he accidentally collided into a rather dirty looking blonde causing him to fall to his back. "Well lookie what I just caught?" the man smirked as he suddenly pulled Ryou back to his feet.

"Get the bloody hell away from me!" Ryou cursed, not being in a very likely temper.

"You're in a bitchy mood! Hmm, I know you, I've met you somewhere?" the man stated as his grasp around the albino's writs tightened "Oh that's right, you're that shrimp's friend?"

"And you're America's sore loser!"

"Feisty aren't we?" the blonde smirked as he snaked his arms around the albino's slender frame. "Would you mind telling me what's bothering you, kitten?" he whispered seductively as Ryou shivered in utmost disgust.

"Even if there was, why would I bother sharing it with a bastard like you, Keith?" Ryou stated bluntly when the blonde smirked and abruptly pulled the boy towards him and crushed his lips with his own. Ryou's eyes widened as he struggled to push his assailant only to find that his resistance were futile.

As soon as Keith pulled away, the albino glared at him as he paced back only to find himself cornered in an alleyway "You're pretty good you know?" the man smirked as he licked his lips hungrily

"Just get the hell away from me!!!" the albino shouted as the man neared him and soon enough had him pinned to the wall behind.

"And why is that? So you can go back to your abusive yami?" the blonde mocked

"Ho-how did you--?" Ryou stuttered

"Oh I know a lot about you, Ryou-kun!" Keith smirked before taking the albino palm and placing a small bag of what seemed to be a powdered substance. Ryou's eyes widened as Keith beamed at him malevolently

"I-I………" the albino stuttered, "I don't want it………"

"You don't? It would help a troubled guy like you?"

"Bakura won't want me too………"

"What would "he" care? Besides didn't he want you to be stronger? Didn't he always think of you as his innocent little bitch?" Keith muttered, and for once the albino was speechless. There was nothing he could possibly retort, why should he if he himself knew it was the truth.

"Think of it this way, kitten" the blonde began as he cupped the boy's chin, and tracing his pale skin with his thumb "This is THE easier way to face reality…………"

END OF CHAPTER 1:

Angsty! Sorry but I couldn't think of anyone else but Keith to fit the part of villain. Please read and review!