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Summary
Ryou lives in the most run down part of the city, and so does Jou. But they do have friends to brighten up their lives.So Ryou's life couldn't get any worse...or could it?
Warning: Yaoi, rape, violence
italics - thoughts Living in the Ghetto
Chapter 1 Late at Night
On a healthy green grass a white-haired male stood at the top of the hill. His eyes were a chocolate color, and his skin was a pastel white. His outfit was not exactly fit for the cold night. He wore a white short sleeve shirt. He wore a pair of white pants with a black leather belt. His shoes were fresh and clean, also being white. He looked like an angel, especially with his long white hair. His name was Ryou Bakura and his legs felt frail. He just wanted to rest for a while so he sat down on a near by bench. He looked around, searching for his good male friend Malik Ishtar.
"Where is he?" Ryou sighed, becoming very impatient. "He said he'll be here!" He stood up and started to kick the ground and stormed off. He walked down the cemented path and out the Domino Park. He was leaving, and the entrance was the way he came and will be the way he'll leaves. He mumbled about how long he was waiting for Malik and walked across the street. He looked around and walked into a dark alley that led to his apartment. It was late and there was no time to go around the block and down the streets to get to his apartment.
The pale teenager tripped over some garbage that was carelessly tossed on the floor. "Damn it." Ryou uttered the word, a long shadow cast over the teenager, and he stood up to dust off the dirt all over his chest and stomach. When he noticed the shadow casting over him he looked up at the wall that reflected the shadow and turned around to see what was blocking the moon's light. And when he looked, he felt everything about his life become dwarfed in comparison to how trapped he felt.
"Huh?" He looked back and screamed when the shadow raised a bloody dagger over him.
When the dark shadow held the knife over him, the poor teenager couldn't do a thing. He felt frozen on where he stood.
Ryou yelped when an arm wrapped around his small waist and slipped the dagger to the pale boy's neck. A whimper came from the boy when he felt the cold metal touch his neck. "Hey sweetie." A voice whispered in his ear. "What're you doing out here at this hour?"
Ryou didn't turn his body, or his head. He wanted too run away, but he couldn't risk it. "I-I was going home." He stuttered.
"It's not safe out here." He kissed the boy's ear and Ryou closed his eyes and whimpered.
"P-Please let me go." The white-haired youth begged under his breath.
He ignored the youth and his hand that was holding the boy's hip, ran up to his chest and rubbed his soft skin. "You're cold." He smirked against his skin. "Let me warm you up." And with that he spun the boy around to face him and kissed him roughly.
Ryou felt his frail body shoved into the wall. A whimper escaped the boy's lips and sobbed.
"Don't be afraid…I won't hurt you severally."
Down the street of Kinilika Avenue, Malik was walking in the darkness by himself. He had just left the park, searching for Ryou but had no luck finding him. The Egyptian blinked in the darkness, straining his eyes to see as much as possible.
"Oh—hey!!" A pale arm grabbed the sandy-haired Egyptian and the floor. He pushed the body away from him. He pressed his back against the wall, away from it. His breathing became rapid, but he stopped and stared at the figure that was at the opposite side of the sidewalk.
Its silhouette was exactly like Ryou, since he wasn't actually looking and certain details he jumped to the conclusion it was his friend. He ran up to the figure and hugged him tightly. "He buddy!" He ruffled the silver locks of the figure. "Where you been?"
The figure remained silent and just remained in the shadows.
Malik stared at the mysterious figure and let him go. He continued to stare at the being. "Ryou…?" His voice grew concerned.
The body slowly moved towards Malik and the blonde Egyptian stood his ground. The figure stepped into the moonlight and it was a look-alike of his friend Ryou, but he wasn't. Malik sensed a weird vibe in front of him and didn't like the feeling of it one bit. He tilted his head slightly and said, "Umm…Ryou…are you okay?"
The look-alike Ryou grinned, something Malik had never seen Ryou do, and chuckled in his throat. "I'm not Ryou, you fool." He sneered. "I'm a greater person." He wrapped an arm around Malik's slim waist.
The younger male blinked slowly. "T-Then how are you?" The tone in his voice was shaky.
The silver-haired one stroked his exposed stomach. "I'm your master." He kissed his ear.
A weird feeling ran down the teenager's spine and pressed his back against the spirit. This feeling was so familiar, and the way the look-alike held him. This started to creep out the confused Egyptian and pulled out the other's grip. "Who are you, really?!!"
"I'm Ryou's yami." The silver-haired man said simply. "Bakura. Don't you remember me?"
Malik's eyes widened, he felt his heart beat in his throat, and his palms grew sweaty. "B-Bakura?" He backed away from the spirit who frightened him.
Bakura stepped closer to the frightened Egyptian and cornered him. He caressed his cheek and prevented the smaller one from getting away. He kissed his lips and smirked against his skin. "Aren't you pleased to see me?" He slipped his hand down the boy's chest to his hips. The spirit placed both of his pale hands on his hips.
"N-No!" He cried out, struggling to get out of his grip. He stopped his struggling and looked into Bakura's cruel dark eyes. It reminded him of his companion, his friend that he didn't find. His lavender eyes became half lidded and looked towards the ground. "I thought you were gone…forever…" His tone was low and disappointed.
Bakura smirked and replied, "But I'm here." He laughed darkly in his throat.
Malik felt his world wash down the drain. His hopes were broken, and his heart was too. He wanted to find Ryou, not be here with his evil yami. "Ryou…" He whispered to himself, closing his eyes. "I'll find you…"
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