A shooting star passed through the window and he gazed up at it in awe, a blanket wrapped around his thin shoulders as he stared into the clear night. He could not sleep, ever since the two demons returned he had a hard time sleeping. They both had their own bodies now, and he had to move in with them instantly. He hated it, he was like their slave, doing their chores and obeying their every whim. He yawned softly and curled up in a ball. The frost danced across the window pain and down the street as the morning arrived, and Ryou slept right through it.
He felt a hand roughly entwine through his hair and a sudden pain. His eyes shot open and saw Bakura smirking. "You are meant to be down the stairs!" he hissed, his voice dangerously low. He got up quickly, slipping passed the albino devil and ran into the kitchen, his haven. They made him sleep in the kitchen when he disobeyed, he preferred it there, they did not touch him. Grabbing the coffee maker he filled it up quickly and started making their breakfast, it was always the same. Bakura had toast and coffee with his morning newspaper while Akefia had coffee and bacon, while he annoyed Bakura in anyway possible. Bakura worked, and he earned a lot of money for his job. He did not ask about it, but he worked night shift and maybe during the afternoon if he felt like it.
Ryou grabbed the tray, pouring the coffee into both cups and made his way into the dining room, where his two 'Masters' sat. He hated calling them that, he hated having to obey their every whim, but he had too. There was no way he could escape, the back door had been cemented over and bars had been placed over most of the windows, except in Bakura and Akefia's rooms. This was his prison, and he despised everything about it.
He placed the plates down quietly, bowing his head softly, staying stock still. "Ryou woke up late today Akefia, does he deserve a punishment for it?" Bakura asked sipping the coffee and turned the page of his newspaper. "No he was a good boy yesterday, just don't do it again Ryou" the other man smirked. "You may leave, my room needs cleaned as well as that I want the floors in the kitchen and the halls scrubbed, also I want that black shirt cleaned for tonight, I am going out" Bakura snarled. Ryou bowed low before he scampered back into the kitchen.
"Bastards!" he whispered, a tear rolling down his pale cheek. Filling up the bucket with warm soapy water he began scrubbing the floor. "I need to wash all those dishes, I left them last night" he gasped in panic looking up to the pile of dishes. Bakura and Akefia had a party last night and invited friends over for dinner. He was sent to bed early so he 'did not get in the way'. He was locked in his room until this morning, it was torture. He let the tears fall freely as scrubbed, he never cried in front of the other two, they would say he was pathetic, they would hurt him, he was not up for that.
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His stomach echoed through his head as he realised he was hungry, he had been working on their rooms and had just finished the hall, he only had to wash Bakura's shirt now, maybe he could ask if he was allowed to eat. Slipping into the sitting room he kept his head bowed. "Masters, I have finished my chores, sorry to bother you with such trivial questions, please may I get something to eat?" he whispered. Bakura smirked looking at the quivering boy. Akefia put the upside down book on the table and looked at the younger male. "Of course you may, you have been good today. Have you finally learnt your place?" Bakura asked yawning. "Yes Master" he never lifted his head once, the punishment was too risky for him to show a bit of rebellion. "Thank you Masters," he left the room quickly to his safe room. Shutting the door he prepared something for himself, something small that would not make a mess, he was to tired to clean up, he just could not.
There was a knock on the door, which made him jump, but he did not move, he was not allowed anywhere near the front door when there were outsiders, he was not allowed to show his face. Listening carefully he picked out the conversation, and recognised the voice, it was Yami, the dark of Yuugi Mutou. Faintly the voices came to his ears.
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"Bakura were is Ryou!?" Yami snarled slamming him against the wall. "None of your business Yami, he belongs to me and Akefia now and there is no way you are getting him," A look of worry spread across Yuugi's face. "Bakura you have not hurt him have you?" he whispered, feeling a hand on his shoulder, as he was pulled closer to Atemu. "What have you done to the boy thief?! If you have hurt him I swear you will be kicked so far back in time you would not even be thought about!" he snapped. "Now now Pharaoh, temper temper," he chuckled as Akefia walked into the hallway. "Let go of him Yami, you don't deserve to touch him!" Yami pressed tighter to Bakura's neck. "At least let us see Ryou!" Yuugi whispered. "He is my friend, I deserve to see if he is ok, please Akefia" he muttered. "Oh ok then, since you are so damn innocent" he groaned walking to the kitchen and grabbed Ryou. "Here" he smirked pushing him towards the light. "Oh Ryou, are you ok?" he asked hugging him. "I am fine Yuugi, honest. I love it here" He lied to his closest friend, he knew he should not but he did not want the other two to get angry with him. "Are you sure Ryou? I mean staying with those two...." Yami smirked. "Yes I am fine, there is nothing wrong, now if you will excuse me I have things to do" he whispered bowing his head before he returned to the kitchen. He was probably going to get into trouble for not asking if he could leave, but he wanted to stay away from Yuugi and the outside world. It was a horrible reminder that he was prisoner in this horrible place. He cleaned his plate and returned it to the cupboard in which it stayed. "Right now to get this shirt washed" he muttered before he heard the door close. He winced, he was going to to be in so much shit, he knew it.
The kitchen door opened and both older males walked into the large room. "Well done Ryou, I never knew you had it in you to lie" Bakura chuckled wrapping his arms around the younger male. Akefia smirked and looked around the kitchen. "Wow this place is clean, you really look after it don't you? Oh if you want to sleep in the kitchen tonight you can," Ryou nodded quickly. It was his sanctuary, of course he wanted to stay. He could stay up all night then with the light on, writing to his father. His letters never got sent, but it gave him a small bit of comfort, a small bit of hope.
Bakura chuckled. "Well looks like he is happy about one thing" he smirked ruffling the young males hair before he lit a cigarette. "Akefia is inviting more people over tonight so you just stay in here. You knows his friends will rape you and hurt you" he muttered. Ryou said nothing, just kept his head down. He wanted them to leave, so he could be alone, so he could spend time with his own thoughts.
Akefia walked out the room, Bakura following quickly. As soon as the door shut Ryou danced happily, but kept as quiet as possible. He had to stay in their good books, he just had to. He missed his old life, at school, with friends, even Seto had asked him to go out with him. He had been so happy before the two returned. He had finally got his life back on track. Humming to himself he pulled out the shirt and placed it in the dryer. He wondered how long Bakura was going to be gone for this evening. He could not ask questions though, it was not his business. He just did all the dirty work. He was their toy, their slave, he had to obey.
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Night time and Ryou was shut in the kitchen, hiding in the makeshift bed with a small torch to light his view. He read his books that he kept hidden from the other two and sketched items. Soon though he feel asleep, the exhaustion of being woken up early and working hard finally took its toll on the young boy.
Ryou gasped as he was woken up but a pair of rough hands on his body . He looked up to see a man smirking. "Well ain't you a pretty little thing, I think I will show you off to the others," he felt himself being lifted from the makeshift bed bit did not struggle, Akefia probably asked for one of them to get him. He was held up in front of all Akefia's friends, all eyes fell on him instantly, even Akefia's. "Who wants to play with Akefia's little toy then?" the man smirked. Hands began to touch the small males body and grabbed at his clothes, ripping them off. Akefia snarled and pulled Ryou from the other man, Ryou said nothing, looking around curiously, why were they all taking his clothes off? "I did not say you could touch Bakura's things, nor mine. Get out this house now before I kill each and every one of you perverts!" Within three seconds he and Ryou were left standing alone.
Akefia opened the door to his bedroom, Ryou still in his arms. "Master Akefia, I have to start cleaning up!" he whispered struggling softly, there was no way he could escape usually. Akefia said nothing and sat down on the bed, keeping a tight grasp of him. "Oh my dear Ryou, I am sorry they did those things to you, I should never have let them do their own thing" He placed him down on the bed and kicked the wall. "The fucking Bastards should not have touched you," Ryou winced and timidly lowered his head, he made Akefia angry. It was all his fault. He kept his head bowed waiting for his punishment, but none came. "You are exhausted though, you need your sleep" he whispered ruffling the others fluffy white hair. "Tomorrow you can clean up and I will tell Bakura what happened" Ryou nodded, there was no way he was going to disagree with him. He got under the duvet and drifted off to sleep, feeling safe under the protection of Bakura and Akeifa.