Ryou released a
sharp gasp of pain as he was shoved forcefully into the wall. He felt
the cold, sharp bricks scraping against the skin of his arm as he
sunk to the floor.
"Get up!" The words were spat and
laced with contempt.
Ryou placed his hands under him, attempting
to push himself up. He fell back to the floor with a cry of pain, he
was too weak to get up, too weak to defend himself.
He screamed in
pain when Bakura kicked him square in the chest, leaving him gasping
for air.
"How did I ever get stuck with someone as worthless
as you for a hikari! You are an insult!" Bakura turned and
walked from the room as his hikari lay on the floor choking and
sore.
Ryou felt hot tears stream down his face at his yami's
words. He didn't cry from the beatings anymore. He was too used to
them, frequent as they were. It was the insults his yami sent his way
that hurt the most, the constant reminders that he was weak and
worthless to his yami. Even though Bakura mistreated him and
constantly told him of his hate, usually before he acted on it, Ryou
still felt an attachment to him. He didn't love him or entertain the
dillusion that the two of them could be friends, no, it was a deep
feeling. An indescribable feeling. Ryou felt that Bakura understood
him, the way that no-one else could. Whenever Bakura was around, even
when beating his hikari, Ryou didn't feel so alone.
Ryou regained
control of his breathing and shakily climbed to his feet, grunting
with the pain that coursed through his entire body. He stumbled back
to his room, which was, thankfully, only a few metres away and fell
onto his bed. He sobbed gently into his pillow, letting the emotion
engulf him and he cried himself to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The Next Day
Ryou timidly crossed the threshold of the apartment
he shared with his yami. He listened for any sign of Bakura, there
were none. Breathing a sigh of relief, he ran to the fridge in order
to make his dinner before Bakura came home from, whatever he was
doing. Ryou shuddered as thoughts of what his psychotic yami could be
doing, crept into his head.
After he had eaten his dinner and
washed up the traces, Ryou ran to his room and chose a book to take
his mind off the inevitable attacks, verbal and physical.
It was
only 10 minutes before Bakura burst into the apartment and began
shouting for Ryou.
"Hikari!" A brief pause. "RYOU!"
The
door of the hikari's bedroom burst open with unbelievable force, one
that threatened to rip it from its hinges. Bakura was angry. Not just
his usual I-hate-humans-and-like-to-kick-fluffy-things-for-fun kind
of angry. He was really angry.
"YOU WORTHLESS BRAT! YOU
ANSWER WHEN I CALL FOR YOU!" Bakura was practically screaming
into Ryou's face.
"I'm sorr-" The hikari began but was
cut short by a forceful slap from the yami. He spat the blood from
his mouth, a motion that earned him another slap from Bakura.
Bakura
grabbed the boy's throat and forced him backward into the wall. Ryou
cried out in pain as his head slammed sharply against the wall.
Bakura tightened his grip on Ryou's throat and lifted him into the
air, his legs kicking helplessly. Ryou began to feel dizzy as the
oxygen was cut off from his brain. However, before he could pass out,
Bakura released his grip, causing the hikari to fall to the floor as
he had so many times before.
As Ryou gulped down the air
gratefully, Bakura pulled something from his pocket.
Ryou looked
up and his eyes widened as he saw the dagger in Bakura's hand.
'Oh
dear God!' He thought to himself. 'This is the end! He's finally
going to kill me!'
Bakura crouched next to Ryou, grinning evilly.
The hikari was still dizzy from lack of oxygen and was defenceless to
Bakura's wishes.
Bakura's grin broadened when he noticed the fear
deep in the eyes of his defenceless hikari. He reached forward and
gripped Ryou's hair tightly causing the boy to gasp in pain. 'Come on
head, darn you! Clear! I have to get away before he kills me!' Ryou
thought frantically.
Bakura brought the knife to the boy's left
arm, dragging it across the pale skin, looking up in time to see Ryou
flinch with the pain, Bakura smirked.
Ryou gasped again when he
realised that Bakura was sucking at the cut on his arm, drinking his
blood. The boy began clawing desperately at the yami. Bakura merely
tugged sharply on Ryou's hair, causing the hikari to shout
out.
Bakura raised his head from Ryou's arm to stare deeply into
the boy's fear filled eyes. No tears. Perhaps the hikari wasn't as
worthless as he had originally thought. Bakura sliced at the boy's
arm again, leaving a much longer cut. He leant down and licked up the
blood, lifting his head when he felt Ryou shudder.
"What's
the matter hikari?" Brown eyes with a red tint tormented deep
chocolate brown eyes, filled with innocence and fear. "Want me
to stop, Ryou?" Bakura grinned malisciously. "Want it all
to stop?"
He tipped the boy's head back by pulling on his
hair and dragged the blade sharply across Ryou's throat before
standing and walking away, chuckling darkly.
Ryou's hand shot to
his throat and his eyes widened even more, if that was indeed
possible, on discovery of no blood.
Bakura had run the flat of the
blade across his throat. He hadn't killed him.
Ryou stared at the
door, through which his yami had exited. 'But why?'
