A is for Abuse-Bakura/Ryou, Bakura POV
We kept it a secret for so long, forever it seemed, not only because it suited us...but because it was so unbelievable. When he and I had seperated, I was so used to pretending to BE him that...who I was in my new body was hard to define. I knew Ryou's schedule; what time he woke up, came to school, what he liked to eat, what he wore kn his time off...
When I became my own person, I bought copies of his clothing; uniforms, blue jeans, sweaters, button ups. I had no clue what I liked to wear as myself. I'd never been myself.
And when we were all together, all the Yamis and Hikaris, seperate, I faded into the background, flipping through my books and forgotten. It suited me.
I had once been a renowned thief king. I didn't give a shit about rules or what anyone thought of me...but here I was before Ryou and his friends. Yami and Yugi, Malik and Mariku...
I was known as Bakura. I had taken my host's name. They never asked who I was or used to be. Simply...Bakura.
And Ryou was upset, to say the least. I was unused to my body, likevhis; barely 100 pounds...no shadow magic, only weapons I had hidden. I was Mortal. And it made me sick. Being weak and human...I don't know how they handle it.
And my landlord struck me. Many times, far too many. His hands flying over my weakened body, fists in my face, insisting I was the reason for his messed up life. And who was I to argue? I hung my head, turning my body toward instead of against him. I was bruised by week one.
"What happened my first three years of middle school?" he sobbed, "Where the hell was I?!"
You were in our head.
But I didn't answer. I spit blood into the trashcan, shrugging.
"Did I even graduate?!"
Yes, I wanted to tell him. I received the diploma; you, Ryou Bakura, graduated top of your class. But it wouldn't have mattered.
You were so smart, Landlord. But you were never strong.
I smile, let you kick me, breathing in and out, savoring a broken rib. Good for you, little Ryou. Stand up. Be your own person. Without me.