Bakura stared at the crumpled body of his hikari. Blood, vivid against his pale white skin, trickled from many cuts. Bakura remembered his hikari's screams and smiled, how enjoyable they had been. He picked Ryou's limp body up and carried him to the bathroom, to clean and wash his cuts. After all it would not do to let him die from loss of blood. He washed the matted blood from Ryou's snow white hair, watching the red water swirl down the drain. He was oddly gentle as he carried as he carried Ryou to his bedroom and tucked him in. He noticed a spot of blood on Ryou's cheek that he had missed. Bakura bent down and licked it off, enjoying the tangy coppery taste. Blood of an innocent, so sweet, he thought and retreated to his soul room for the night.

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Ryou awoke sore and aching. The memory of last night came rushing back to him. What had he done to receive such a brutal beating? Probably nothing thought a small part of him, he just enjoys hurting me. He hates me. But then why did he bother to clean me up and tuck me in? Why not just leave me lay there for the night like always? Maybe he doesn't hate me as much as I thought. He hoped that someday his yami could come to love him like Yugi and his yami.
They were so happy together. Yugi was always with Yami. They never left each others side.
Ryou wanted that with his yami. He wanted to feel loved. He to feel protected.Keep on dreaming Ryou he thought forcing himself to get up despite the pain.

A/N: Sorry the chapter is short, but they're all going to be this way. Also please reveiw, I'd be really grateful.