Ello! It's me Budgie! * Looks at your strangely * Oh, I guess you've probably never really heard of me. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. Lol! But anyhow. I'm writing this fic on a dare… Neko-chan thought it may be amusing to watch me try and piece this little fic together… * glances around evilly * She will rue the day she messed with me… WMAHAHAHAHAHA! * Dramatic clash of thunder * Ahem, um, yah… Here:

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I do not own anything of any importance EXEPT this fic, so if I find it anywhere (not that anyone would want it) without my permission, I'm going to hunt you down and have a little fun J * Whips out her vo-do doll * kill you? Heavens no, I'm not going to kill you… I'm not that nice….

Note: I'll refer to Ryou Bakura as Ryou, Yami Bakura as Bakura. Yugi as Yugi and Yami Yugi as Yami. Got it? I just need to clarify the Yamis from the Hikaris

Warning: This fic contains (or at least will later) Yaoi, blood, bad language, an OC or two and a grapefruit spoon. The rating of this fic WILL go up as things happen; right now I think it can safely sit where it is. I will warn you of things that will be in the future chapters as I go, so if you're squirmy or whatever, you can stop. Now, onto the fic…

Oh, I did redo/add a few things, it seemed kinda rushed before. I only changed the intro, don't worry. J

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Bakura glared at the boy in front of him as he advanced on him threateningly, unsheathing the switchblade in his hand. Ryou let his eyes follow the shadow of his abuser as Bakura made his way hastily to the other boy. He barely had time to recover from the last blow that his yami sent his way and was ready to take another. Sliding his hands up the wall he used for balance he exhaled deeply and forced himself to look up. Bakura whipped the knife up along the boy's side and across his chest, spilling blood across the carpet. Ryou fell again. Bakura kicked him as hard as he could in the ribs.

"Get up and face me!" Bakura screamed. "Look at me and take what you have done!"

Ryou took in a shaky breath, forcing himself to breath, fighting the odd darkening, and pulling feeling that lulled him to unconsciousness. He gathered himself up and struggled to his feet again. As soon as Ryou made it to his feet, Bakura grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face him.

Bakura glared Ice at the young man.

"Never, EVER again" He spat, and shoved him into the glass door that lead to the balcony. It cracked and splintered under the impending force. Blood tainted the glass behind him as he slid to the floor.

"No more…" Ryou whimpered under his breath. "I'm done… No more…"

~Chapter one

           Somewhere in the middle

It had been about an hour since the commotion in the apartment next door had died out. A young girl strolled over to the sink to fill up a small beaker with water and sighed to herself. As it filled up, She wandered over to the wall that separated her apartment from the one next to her. Glairing at the wall, she picked up the pictures that littered the ground along it. It could have been worse. Last time she ended up having to repair a small crack in it. She lifted up the pictures and set them back on their rightful place on her wall. Turning back to the sink she lifted up the beaker that was now brimming with water and carried it back to her roses. After tending to them, she flopped down on the couch. As if on cue, the pictures dropped back down to the floor.

"That's it!"  She muttered to herself.

Getting out of her chair she whipped open her door and stomped down to the next apartment over. Banging loudly on the door of her neighbors, she hollered through the wood at its occupants.

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The rain was beating down heavily outside against the small balcony. In a mesmeric rhythm all its own. Bakura leaned against the glass, running his fingers along the edge of his pocketknife as he listened intently to its hollow melody until a knocking, no, banging at his door interrupted his thoughts.

"God damn it" He hissed at the door.

He knew exactly who it was. And wasn't about to move to do anything about it. It was that stupid girl next door yelling at him to stop being so destructive to the wall. It was the same old routine every day he and Ryou had a fight. Something had always gotten broken. And every time it did, she came raping at his door. She pounded for a few minutes longer before she finally gave up and returned to her room.

Bakura ran the dull edge of his knife down the window, following the rain as it ran down the glass. Until his knife came to a place where the window became distorted and cracked. He glanced at it momentarily.

He made a mental note to tell Ryou to get it fixed. Or at least put something over it. Although he did like the way the wind felt as it creped passed the broken glass. He smiled at it. He wasn't sure why, but he felt some sort of sickening pride over it. He had put very little effort into the shove, and made quite a nice piece of damage. If he did say so himself. Then again, Ryou had a pretty hard head…

"Bah!" he growled to himself.

He waited long into the night. But Ryou didn't return. This didn't surprise him. They fought often, but this particular fight had been a little more, how shall we say… aggressive?

His hikari probably wouldn't come home tonight. He was surprised he could even get up, let alone flee. He was so sick of him. Day in and day out, all he saw, all he knew was him. All he saw in him was weakness, all he knew of him, was that he didn't belong. Everyday, he died a little more, every day; He killed him a little more. Everyday, Ryou cried a little more. Bakura new that soon, the crying would stop. Ryou wouldn't wake him in the middle of the night. The gods of the underworld would see to that. Though he would miss the sound of his screaming, the feel of his struggling and the taste of his blood when it was shed.

Bakura smiled, in spite of himself. He would miss the notion, yes. But he wasn't sure if he would miss the boy.

"There will always be another, when he's gone…" he chuckled to himself. "Always another…"

Bakura turned away from the window and let his eyes drift to the still damp bloodstains scattered across the floor. He cursed to himself. What if someone saw those? He made a mental note to be tidier next time.

Perhaps Ryou was right. Maybe he was done… Bakura pondered this for a while… It had been 7 years. The boy never had the chance to begin life… Ryou was getting older, and stronger… He new that everyday Bakura drew his knife; he pushed him a little farther. Ryou had actually tried to stab Bakura in one of their fights, after He had taken him down… The boy craved freedom. And if he wasn't careful, he may loose control over the boy, no. Man. Ryou was a man now…perhaps it was time to end it before it can begin.

Bakura wiped the blood off the knife, tasting it briefly as he looked for something a lilt more sharp for his task…

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Ryou awoke slowly from a painful sleep. He turned over slowly and opened his eyes. No light came to great him when he did so, as he expected. It was never light out when he woke up. It was never warm. There was never anything, anyone ready to greet him as he returned to the conscious world.

He smiled to himself subconsciously. It was comforting that he could count on something, even if it was, in reality, nothing at all.

He pulled himself up with his arms. They burned. Everything burned. It always did. He was still in the park, fallen in the blue rose bushes in the gardens. The thorns scraped at his open wounds, making him wince. He gave himself a moment to let his eyes adjust to the light, or lack of it. He was scarcely aware of the frost collecting in his garments, soaking them through. He didn't notice the rain start to fall. He didn't see the tree tops bend submissively to the wind, or hear the footsteps approaching…

Lol, I know it was short, but it's more of an intro then a chapter. I hope to get the next chapter u as soon as I can…