Ange: My first Yugioh fic. Please be kind… I got the idea from the Atwood poem in Literature class and instead of tuning out the teacher like usual I tuned him out and wrote this at the same time! Aren't I productive?
Disclaimer: it's raining…boo
You fit into me
Like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye
- Margaret Atwood
Dandelion Bound
Ryou picked a dandelion on his way home from school desperate to delay his trip in any way possible. He loves me…he loves me not…he loves me…he loves me not…. Each time he'd pluck a petal from the weed, his house drawing ever closer. It wasn't the house that filled his gut with dread but rather the person he shared it with.
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"He loves me…"
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One petal fluttered down.
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"He loves me not…"
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His fingers tugged another free from the flower.
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He didn't know when it all started to go downhill. In the beginning meeting his Yami was the best thing that could ever happen to him. When Ryou found out that he was a reincarnation he was thrilled and gaining possession of the millennium ring was the greatest responsibility of his life.
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"…he loves me not…"
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And then the changes started.
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They were little at first so much that he hardly noticed but then they started piling up. He'll forget big snatches of time sometimes even lasting days. His personality gradually became more warped and that's scaring him. And now he can't look at Yugi without a deep seed of hatred welling up in him. While he never was a personal friend of his, he never hated him.
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Until now that is.
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And not too recently his Yami managed to survive apart from him in a body of his own. It looked just like Ryou just more…sinister. He couldn't help but wonder how long it'll take before he'll take on that look too.
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"He loves me…"
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He would try to escape but each attempt ended in failure. Not because his Yami stopped him but because he couldn't follow through with it.
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He loved Bakura too much to.
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Ryou suffered countless acts of abuse under his Yami's hand but that hand could also be loving. Ryou blushed at the distant memories.
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Oh yes, Bakura can be quite loving.
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But even so Ryou knew that Bakura didn't love him. Not like he loved Bakura. His Yami only used him but he could live on just that all the while dreaming of the day it would develop into something more.
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Until then he'll suffer under Bakura's ministrations.
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Ryou's feet came to a stop. He was home. What an irony of words that term served. By the looks of it Bakura seemed to be home as well. The door was unlocked welcoming him in to his cage.
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Looking down at his dandelion, he plucked off the last wilting petal.
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"He loves me," Ryou whispered.
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If only…
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Ryou stepped into the open house, stealing himself for whatever mood Bakura decides to be in today.
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"I'm home," he called out. "In hell," he finished beneath his breath.
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Bakura appeared before him his expression more twisted than Ryou had seen in awhile.
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Ryou's heart dropped to his stomach. The odds seem to be against him today. He'll just have to accept it but then what else is new?
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"Close the door," Bakura ordered, a mad light entering his eyes, "we're gonna have some fun tonight."
A/N: Review please. I can really use it.
