Ok, this is an angsty little songfic about Ryou and Bakura. In this story,
Bakura is the spirit in the Millennium Ring, and Ryou is the name of the
boy who owns the Ring. I know, it's confusing - in the American show,
Bakura is the name of the kid, and the spirit doesn't have a name. But
this is how I'm writing this, just so you can tell the difference between
the evil one and the good one. This takes place after the Duelist Kingdom
tournament, but before Battle City. I made some stuff up about how Ryou
got the Ring, etc. since I didn't know. The song is "I give, you take" by
Maria. I think it's pretty good for my first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic.
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If you cut,
I will bleed
Bring me down to my knees
Make me feel,
What I am
Is never good enough.
Ryou looked in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him: a silver haired boy with long lashes and dark eyes. His eyes.he looked at them, fascinated. They were deep brown, almost black, but what captivated him was the flat, deadened look in them. Was this who he was then? A useless reject who had given up, resigned to a life of beatings and harsh words, a life dominated by Bakura?
It seems,
Just like,
A distant memory
That you
Used to
Be good for me.
**********Flashback**********
"Here, Ryou. I bought this from a street vendor while I was in Egypt. He said it had something to do with duel monsters. I don't know about that, but it felt like it was destined for you." The man passed a flat cardboard box to the eager youth by him.
"Thanks, Dad!" Opening up the box, there was a flash of gold, blinding in the afternoon sun. "Wow, cool!" The boy slipped the cord over his head, and the Millenium Ring lay glinting against his chest.
That night, as Ryou lay dreaming, the Ring flashed. A tall, slim young man slipped out. His features were similar to those of the sleeping child's, but there was something else, a hardness about the eyes and mouth, a look of innocence lost. Sensing something, Ryou's eyes opened. He looked at the stranger standing by his bed and smiled sweetly.
"What's your name?" he asked. The stranger looked back at him for a long moment, then answered. "My name is Bakura, little one."
"Oh." Ryou studied him for a few seconds. "I dreamed about you," he stated simply.
Bakura's eyes widened. "You did?"
Ryou nodded. "Yep. You were helping me build a castle in the sky." He squinted up at Bakura, then gave him a wide grin. "Are you going to stay here and be my friend forever and ever?"
Bakura looked slightly taken aback, then a curious expression crept on his face. "Yes, little one," he said, chuckling. "Forever and ever."
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Memories chased each other around Ryou's thoughts. Bakura helping Ryou ride a bike for the first time. Bakura fighting bullies who picked on Ryou, protecting him. Nighttime, both boys snuggling together in the queen sized bed, Bakura's arms around Ryou. A whisper in the darkness, a promise made and broken. More images came now, painfully vivid with an intensity that Ryou hated. Bakura, cruel smile on his lips, throwing him across the room. Ryou's bare arms gleaming white in the moonlight, an intricate network of silver lines carved into them, a knife in Bakura's hands as he contemplated his masterpiece, deliberating over where to place the next cut. White hot pain flashing through his arm as Bakura cut him, delicately, a single drop of crimson blood dripping from the knife. Duelist Kingdom, the shadow duel with Yugi and the mysterious spirit of the Millennium Puzzle, the confrontation with Pegasus. Stop! Ryou cried, screamed in his mind. It was no use; the memories kept coming, faster and faster, more and more of them. Bakura's demands, harsh words, and sarcastic remarks, each one a stab to Ryou's heart. And then.that night, that awful night when Bakura had come to Ryou's room and stolen away his innocence, Ryou's shame the following morning, Bakura's increasing demands.
But baby, now it's clear.
I give,
You take,
Somehow, it's gonna break
I pray,
For the strength,
I hate to say, it can't go on this way.
Ryou walked over to the counter and picked up the knife, turning it over, admiring its finely balanced blade, the delicate cutting edge. He pressed it lightly against the palm of his hand and watched as tiny beads of blood welled up, glistening in the faint light coming from the window. So long, Bakura he thought, smiling grimly. I loved you, but you never did understand love. With that, he slashed into his wrist, drawing the knife hard across the blue veins. Blood gushing from his wrist, he transferred the knife to his other hand and attempted the same; by now though, he was too weak to manage more than a shallow cut. Oh well, he thought. That should do it. His vision went black as he collapsed, sinking to the floor with a peculiar grace.
Ok, how was that? Please review and tell me what you think! I'm thinking about ending it here, but since its short, I thought I might add more and either have Ryou's suicide be unsuccessful, or write about Bakura after Ryou killed himself. What do you think? Please, please, please review!
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If you cut,
I will bleed
Bring me down to my knees
Make me feel,
What I am
Is never good enough.
Ryou looked in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him: a silver haired boy with long lashes and dark eyes. His eyes.he looked at them, fascinated. They were deep brown, almost black, but what captivated him was the flat, deadened look in them. Was this who he was then? A useless reject who had given up, resigned to a life of beatings and harsh words, a life dominated by Bakura?
It seems,
Just like,
A distant memory
That you
Used to
Be good for me.
**********Flashback**********
"Here, Ryou. I bought this from a street vendor while I was in Egypt. He said it had something to do with duel monsters. I don't know about that, but it felt like it was destined for you." The man passed a flat cardboard box to the eager youth by him.
"Thanks, Dad!" Opening up the box, there was a flash of gold, blinding in the afternoon sun. "Wow, cool!" The boy slipped the cord over his head, and the Millenium Ring lay glinting against his chest.
That night, as Ryou lay dreaming, the Ring flashed. A tall, slim young man slipped out. His features were similar to those of the sleeping child's, but there was something else, a hardness about the eyes and mouth, a look of innocence lost. Sensing something, Ryou's eyes opened. He looked at the stranger standing by his bed and smiled sweetly.
"What's your name?" he asked. The stranger looked back at him for a long moment, then answered. "My name is Bakura, little one."
"Oh." Ryou studied him for a few seconds. "I dreamed about you," he stated simply.
Bakura's eyes widened. "You did?"
Ryou nodded. "Yep. You were helping me build a castle in the sky." He squinted up at Bakura, then gave him a wide grin. "Are you going to stay here and be my friend forever and ever?"
Bakura looked slightly taken aback, then a curious expression crept on his face. "Yes, little one," he said, chuckling. "Forever and ever."
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Memories chased each other around Ryou's thoughts. Bakura helping Ryou ride a bike for the first time. Bakura fighting bullies who picked on Ryou, protecting him. Nighttime, both boys snuggling together in the queen sized bed, Bakura's arms around Ryou. A whisper in the darkness, a promise made and broken. More images came now, painfully vivid with an intensity that Ryou hated. Bakura, cruel smile on his lips, throwing him across the room. Ryou's bare arms gleaming white in the moonlight, an intricate network of silver lines carved into them, a knife in Bakura's hands as he contemplated his masterpiece, deliberating over where to place the next cut. White hot pain flashing through his arm as Bakura cut him, delicately, a single drop of crimson blood dripping from the knife. Duelist Kingdom, the shadow duel with Yugi and the mysterious spirit of the Millennium Puzzle, the confrontation with Pegasus. Stop! Ryou cried, screamed in his mind. It was no use; the memories kept coming, faster and faster, more and more of them. Bakura's demands, harsh words, and sarcastic remarks, each one a stab to Ryou's heart. And then.that night, that awful night when Bakura had come to Ryou's room and stolen away his innocence, Ryou's shame the following morning, Bakura's increasing demands.
But baby, now it's clear.
I give,
You take,
Somehow, it's gonna break
I pray,
For the strength,
I hate to say, it can't go on this way.
Ryou walked over to the counter and picked up the knife, turning it over, admiring its finely balanced blade, the delicate cutting edge. He pressed it lightly against the palm of his hand and watched as tiny beads of blood welled up, glistening in the faint light coming from the window. So long, Bakura he thought, smiling grimly. I loved you, but you never did understand love. With that, he slashed into his wrist, drawing the knife hard across the blue veins. Blood gushing from his wrist, he transferred the knife to his other hand and attempted the same; by now though, he was too weak to manage more than a shallow cut. Oh well, he thought. That should do it. His vision went black as he collapsed, sinking to the floor with a peculiar grace.
Ok, how was that? Please review and tell me what you think! I'm thinking about ending it here, but since its short, I thought I might add more and either have Ryou's suicide be unsuccessful, or write about Bakura after Ryou killed himself. What do you think? Please, please, please review!
