My second fanfic! Weeeee! After just a few paragraphs I started to feel
really bad for Ryou, but what's a story without conflict. ~_~() *anime
sweatdrop*
So now for the disclaimer. I don't own YuGi Oh! Though dang I wish I owned Ryou, Bakura, and Malik!
Heh. something like that. *falls over*
The Wrath of a Yami
Chapter One: Beaten and bruised
Ryou trudged down the sidewalk sadly. Snow was falling around him. Spiraling and drifting through the cold harsh wind. He kept his hands shoved down into his pockets and his head lowered against the stinging wind that tousled his unruly white hair. He kept his eyes downcast. They were filled with tears that had yet to be cried due to the pain that he wished to burden no one else with.
He was glad that he'd told his friends to walk home without him earlier that day. For he had known what was coming. He looked at his watch. With the fact that it was about two hours after school was out, they were all probably safe and snug in their houses. Somewhere that he wished desperately that he was instead of being here... All the same, he felt that it would be safer not to walk past the game shop which Yugi's grandpa owned. Nor past any of his other friends' houses. Best they didn't see him like this.
His head was pounding and every breath he took there was an intense, sharp pain in his stomach, where he had been kicked. How many times was it? He'd lost count after the first couple. The pain almost too much for him to take. Four maybe. Five? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that it hurt so badly... And that he didn't want anyone to know what had happened.
As he walked, he felt a trickle of blood running down from the left corner of his mouth and pulled one of his hands out of his pocket. Then, drawing the back of his palm against his chin, he wiped away the trickle of blood. He looked down at the warm red liquid on his hand and sighed. How he'd hoped that his busted lip had stopped bleeding. "I guess not." he muttered out loud to himself.
After a couple more steps, it felt like there was an explosion in his head. He staggered, catching his balance only by grabbing onto the lamppost he happened to be walking past. He took in a deep breath and held it, his eyes shut, tears rolling silently down his cheeks. After several minutes of standing there like that, holding himself up, he opened his eyes. Lifting his hand, he gingerly touched it to his left cheek, a bit below his eye. He flinched in pain. No doubt the skin around his eye was already greatly discolored. He'd have quite a black eye. How would he hide it?
The icy wind blew in a sudden gust, colder than before, and he wiped away the tears quickly. It was too cold for him to cry. He was already freezing. He turned his pained brown eyes upward to stare at the sky. It was growing dark already and he knew that Bakura would be mad that he wasn't there soon. If he didn't hurry, his yami might hit him for being slow getting home. He didn't want to get hit. Not again. Not after this.
He took off at a jog towards his house. Despite the pain that he had grown almost familiar with- even if not tolerant of. He was just glad his parents were away on one of their long trips again. They would really freak out if they saw him messed up like this. Ryou stumbled once more. This time he went down onto his hands and knees, gasping against the pain. The damp cold of the snow penetrated the pants of his school uniform. Not that it mattered. He'd already been pushed to the ground and his clothes were soaked through from that.
He climbed unsteadily to his feet and continued towards his home. Slower this time. More Careful. He was almost there now anyway. He absently touched the Millennium Ring that hung from the thin rope he wore around his neck. "Bakura. Don't be mad and hit me again." he whispered. He knew completely that his yami wouldn't be able to hear him. Bakura would be home already, after leaving him there. Ryou had told him he'd follow soon after. Swore that it would only take him a few minutes longer than him. But in the shape Ryou was in. Bakura was faster anyway, but after being beat, Ryou didn't stand a chance of getting home very quickly.
As Ryou approached where his house stood, he noticed the snow in front of the house had been disturbed. It looked as though someone had been pacing back and forth.. Impatiently? Angrily? Most likely both. and directed towards Ryou. He sighed and approached the door. He stopped in front of it, hearing laughter from within. Loud, raucous laughter. He frowned as he reached out and grabbed the doorknob weakly. He pulled the door open as silently as he could, but the laughing stopped.
"That's the front door." He heard a deep voice mutter. Bakura's voice. It was so much deeper than Ryou's. "It better be that Ra cursed hikari."
"You're pathetic half took his dear sweet time, didn't he?" Came another voice. "I mean, you've been here for how long already?" Whoever it was chuckled maliciously.
*Oh no.* Ryou thought as he shut the door behind him. *Why does Malik have to be here today? Of all days.* taking a deep breath, he stood up straight and quickly walked down the hallway to the stairs. Oh how he hoped that he could get up to his room before attracting any more of their attention. As he moved forward, however, Bakura appeared in the doorway to the right that led into the living room. His arms were crossed against his chest and he had a death glare locked on Ryou.
"Where in the Shadow Realm have you been?" He practically growled. Following the smaller, meeker version of himself with very angry, dark- almost black- brown eyes. "You disgusting little mortal. You said you'd follow right behind me!"
How he hated lying. "I had something to do before coming home." Ryou whispered as he approached where Bakura was standing. He couldn't let him know that it had been his sheer weakness that kept him from arriving sooner. As his steps brought him alongside Bakura and he began walking past, it was as though time had slowed down. Moving just his eyes, Ryou glanced into the living room to see Malik lounging in Ryou's father's favorite recliner. Then his eyes darted up to take in Bakura's expression. He was furious, still following his movements with that glare. Ryou took a deep breath and continued walking, expecting his yami to lash out at him any moment now.
It never happened though- much to Ryou's relief and surprise- and soon he was past them both. He swallowed, attempting to keep himself standing up straight, and continued his walk to the stairs. After trudging up the first two or so steps, a wave of dizziness made his head spin. He paused. He couldn't help it! He stood there for just a moment, clutching at the railing. He started up the stairs once again, as soon as he could; hoping his weakness hadn't shown.
Bakura glared after him silently. He'd seen. Yes, he'd seen his pathetic weaker half falter. Malik was chuckling to himself. "You going to let the little Anubus dropping tell you what's what?" He shifted his position, sitting up straight and leaned towards Bakura with a nasty grin splitting his face. "I thought you always made him do what you say and what he promises to do. He shoulda followed you." His eyes sparkled maliciously. "You aren't going to let him get away with that, are you?"
"Get out." Bakura said plainly, still staring up the stairs. At the same time it was a very strong command.
Malik scowled as he stood, unable to resist the fact he wanted to obey that command rather than face Bakura's anger in Ryou's place. He kept himself rooted there, though, long enough to question, "What? Why?"
Bakura's face gained a malicious grin worse than Malik's had been by far. He turned to look at Malik, narrowing his eyes and chuckling. "Because I need to teach Ryou a lesson. And I don't like witnesses. They tend to lead to complications further down the road."
Laughing, Malik strode to the door, putting on his coat. "I know how that is. Can't risk the danger of getting into trouble now can we?" He grinned and clapped his friend's shoulder. "Hit him extra hard for me!" He called over his shoulder as he walked out into the snow.
Bakura shut the door after him and stood there for a moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed almost worried. Then he scowled and turned, dashing towards and then up the stairs.
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What do you think will happen next? *grins* Well I'm not going to tell you! ^_^() You'll have to read and review so that I'll know that someone out there cares and then I'll put up the next chapter.
Fwee hee hee! Better get reviews! Or no more story!
*Whispers pathetically* Don't worry. even one review will get me to put up another chapter.
So now for the disclaimer. I don't own YuGi Oh! Though dang I wish I owned Ryou, Bakura, and Malik!
Heh. something like that. *falls over*
The Wrath of a Yami
Chapter One: Beaten and bruised
Ryou trudged down the sidewalk sadly. Snow was falling around him. Spiraling and drifting through the cold harsh wind. He kept his hands shoved down into his pockets and his head lowered against the stinging wind that tousled his unruly white hair. He kept his eyes downcast. They were filled with tears that had yet to be cried due to the pain that he wished to burden no one else with.
He was glad that he'd told his friends to walk home without him earlier that day. For he had known what was coming. He looked at his watch. With the fact that it was about two hours after school was out, they were all probably safe and snug in their houses. Somewhere that he wished desperately that he was instead of being here... All the same, he felt that it would be safer not to walk past the game shop which Yugi's grandpa owned. Nor past any of his other friends' houses. Best they didn't see him like this.
His head was pounding and every breath he took there was an intense, sharp pain in his stomach, where he had been kicked. How many times was it? He'd lost count after the first couple. The pain almost too much for him to take. Four maybe. Five? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that it hurt so badly... And that he didn't want anyone to know what had happened.
As he walked, he felt a trickle of blood running down from the left corner of his mouth and pulled one of his hands out of his pocket. Then, drawing the back of his palm against his chin, he wiped away the trickle of blood. He looked down at the warm red liquid on his hand and sighed. How he'd hoped that his busted lip had stopped bleeding. "I guess not." he muttered out loud to himself.
After a couple more steps, it felt like there was an explosion in his head. He staggered, catching his balance only by grabbing onto the lamppost he happened to be walking past. He took in a deep breath and held it, his eyes shut, tears rolling silently down his cheeks. After several minutes of standing there like that, holding himself up, he opened his eyes. Lifting his hand, he gingerly touched it to his left cheek, a bit below his eye. He flinched in pain. No doubt the skin around his eye was already greatly discolored. He'd have quite a black eye. How would he hide it?
The icy wind blew in a sudden gust, colder than before, and he wiped away the tears quickly. It was too cold for him to cry. He was already freezing. He turned his pained brown eyes upward to stare at the sky. It was growing dark already and he knew that Bakura would be mad that he wasn't there soon. If he didn't hurry, his yami might hit him for being slow getting home. He didn't want to get hit. Not again. Not after this.
He took off at a jog towards his house. Despite the pain that he had grown almost familiar with- even if not tolerant of. He was just glad his parents were away on one of their long trips again. They would really freak out if they saw him messed up like this. Ryou stumbled once more. This time he went down onto his hands and knees, gasping against the pain. The damp cold of the snow penetrated the pants of his school uniform. Not that it mattered. He'd already been pushed to the ground and his clothes were soaked through from that.
He climbed unsteadily to his feet and continued towards his home. Slower this time. More Careful. He was almost there now anyway. He absently touched the Millennium Ring that hung from the thin rope he wore around his neck. "Bakura. Don't be mad and hit me again." he whispered. He knew completely that his yami wouldn't be able to hear him. Bakura would be home already, after leaving him there. Ryou had told him he'd follow soon after. Swore that it would only take him a few minutes longer than him. But in the shape Ryou was in. Bakura was faster anyway, but after being beat, Ryou didn't stand a chance of getting home very quickly.
As Ryou approached where his house stood, he noticed the snow in front of the house had been disturbed. It looked as though someone had been pacing back and forth.. Impatiently? Angrily? Most likely both. and directed towards Ryou. He sighed and approached the door. He stopped in front of it, hearing laughter from within. Loud, raucous laughter. He frowned as he reached out and grabbed the doorknob weakly. He pulled the door open as silently as he could, but the laughing stopped.
"That's the front door." He heard a deep voice mutter. Bakura's voice. It was so much deeper than Ryou's. "It better be that Ra cursed hikari."
"You're pathetic half took his dear sweet time, didn't he?" Came another voice. "I mean, you've been here for how long already?" Whoever it was chuckled maliciously.
*Oh no.* Ryou thought as he shut the door behind him. *Why does Malik have to be here today? Of all days.* taking a deep breath, he stood up straight and quickly walked down the hallway to the stairs. Oh how he hoped that he could get up to his room before attracting any more of their attention. As he moved forward, however, Bakura appeared in the doorway to the right that led into the living room. His arms were crossed against his chest and he had a death glare locked on Ryou.
"Where in the Shadow Realm have you been?" He practically growled. Following the smaller, meeker version of himself with very angry, dark- almost black- brown eyes. "You disgusting little mortal. You said you'd follow right behind me!"
How he hated lying. "I had something to do before coming home." Ryou whispered as he approached where Bakura was standing. He couldn't let him know that it had been his sheer weakness that kept him from arriving sooner. As his steps brought him alongside Bakura and he began walking past, it was as though time had slowed down. Moving just his eyes, Ryou glanced into the living room to see Malik lounging in Ryou's father's favorite recliner. Then his eyes darted up to take in Bakura's expression. He was furious, still following his movements with that glare. Ryou took a deep breath and continued walking, expecting his yami to lash out at him any moment now.
It never happened though- much to Ryou's relief and surprise- and soon he was past them both. He swallowed, attempting to keep himself standing up straight, and continued his walk to the stairs. After trudging up the first two or so steps, a wave of dizziness made his head spin. He paused. He couldn't help it! He stood there for just a moment, clutching at the railing. He started up the stairs once again, as soon as he could; hoping his weakness hadn't shown.
Bakura glared after him silently. He'd seen. Yes, he'd seen his pathetic weaker half falter. Malik was chuckling to himself. "You going to let the little Anubus dropping tell you what's what?" He shifted his position, sitting up straight and leaned towards Bakura with a nasty grin splitting his face. "I thought you always made him do what you say and what he promises to do. He shoulda followed you." His eyes sparkled maliciously. "You aren't going to let him get away with that, are you?"
"Get out." Bakura said plainly, still staring up the stairs. At the same time it was a very strong command.
Malik scowled as he stood, unable to resist the fact he wanted to obey that command rather than face Bakura's anger in Ryou's place. He kept himself rooted there, though, long enough to question, "What? Why?"
Bakura's face gained a malicious grin worse than Malik's had been by far. He turned to look at Malik, narrowing his eyes and chuckling. "Because I need to teach Ryou a lesson. And I don't like witnesses. They tend to lead to complications further down the road."
Laughing, Malik strode to the door, putting on his coat. "I know how that is. Can't risk the danger of getting into trouble now can we?" He grinned and clapped his friend's shoulder. "Hit him extra hard for me!" He called over his shoulder as he walked out into the snow.
Bakura shut the door after him and stood there for a moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed almost worried. Then he scowled and turned, dashing towards and then up the stairs.
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What do you think will happen next? *grins* Well I'm not going to tell you! ^_^() You'll have to read and review so that I'll know that someone out there cares and then I'll put up the next chapter.
Fwee hee hee! Better get reviews! Or no more story!
*Whispers pathetically* Don't worry. even one review will get me to put up another chapter.