So this is my first RyouXBakura story, so tell me what you think! All Ryou wants is to get closer and to really know his Yami, but he has to give up his freedom in order to obtain it.
Ch. 1: Morning
Ryou didn't want to get up yet, he was content to just lie there in the softness where nothing harmed him. But he knew that the second he regained consciousness he was already considered fair game, only when he was unaware he was safe. His suspicions were confirmed when a cold hand trailed up his thigh, freezing breath wafting over his closed lids. Even curled up in the warm satin blankets a chill shot down his spine, just as that cool baritone voice whispered in his ear.
"Time to get up Yadonushi, you can only play dead for so long before the wolf decides you're still worth eating."
That mocking voice purred, that hand sliding up further up his bare thigh. Unfortunately as Bakura got stronger he began to gain more of a physical form, but more unfortunate was that it was only to his host Ryou. This the Yami had taken advantage of first chance he got, breaking the poor Hikari more then ever. That night no matter what Ryou did, no matter how much he screamed, no matter how much blood was spilled across the sheets from his stolen innocence, the Yami refused to stop for even a heartbeat.
But he supposed it wasn't all that horrible, after that Bakura seemed to calm down more then ever and was actually more caring towards Ryou. The boy knew it was only so that his body could heal and put up more of a struggle for those nights when Bakura hungered for contact, wanting the little light to remain conscious or it wasn't fun. If it had been anyone else they probably would have been broken beyond repair, but Ryou was stronger then others thought. Because he was Hikari, because he couldn't help but love. And he loved his Yami with everything he was, and he knew in a sense that the opposite was true too. Somehow he knew that when push came to shove, he would drop everything to save his Hikari's life. That didn't stop the darker half from making his life hell and torturing him in the process, but he knew in his own mind there was a part of love for him. That's what kept him going, what kept Ryou from sinking into despair.
Like now for instance when his body was still sore from Bakura's rough ' affections ' of last night, knowing that if he remained in the comfortable bed he wouldn't be able to get to school. So with a sigh he rolled away from the spirit like form of the Yami and let his feet touch the cold floor, the dull ache in his lower back a common thing now as much as the bruises and bite marks on his body. Walking barefoot and naked, because even if he wasn't pinned down and being pounded into on top of the sheets the darker demanded he be ' bare to him ', he headed to the bathroom to shower before school. He checked himself in the mirror to assess the damage he needed to hide today in Gym, finding twin puncture marks right on his collarbone that could be covered by his shirt and a nasty bruise he had on his ribs that he could avoid letting seen if he changed quick enough. It wasn't too bad this time, a sated Yami was a less violent one he found.
Slowly massaging the shampoo and conditioner into his hair he sighed at the feeling, wishing that for once when he came into contact with the darker half of his soul he didn't expect to get hurt. Why couldn't they get closer, why couldn't they be like-
"Finish that thought like you are and I'll strangle you."
-like-like best friends? He finished lamely in his head, sighing and looking down at the Millennium Ring. Carefully he reached down and his fingers slid over the puncture marks that decorated his flesh, five marks of ownership. He didn't mind too much, well as long as he didn't get more scars. Keeping time in his head he spent a good fifteen minutes blow-drying his hair till it was once again lying in waves around his shoulders, cocking his head slightly as he stared at his reflection. Reaching up he grasped a couple of locks and held them up at pointed angles, then let go and watched them flop back down. He should ask how Bakura got his hair to do that, it just wasn't natural.
Shaking his head and giving a shy smile he headed back to the room for a fresh uniform, clean clothes always made him happy. But that was probably because his little OCD of cleanliness, but if it worked. Giggling as he dressed and remembered that today was cooking class he fixed his collar to hide his bite mark he grinned at his reflection, yes he looked good.
"Okay Mr. Sunshine you're so joyous for the Morning that it's sickening, get out of my sight you're grossing me out!"
Bakura wasn't a morning person and Ryou was, and the little insult he knew was a well hidden compliment. Most wouldn't see it that way, but years of living with the Yami and he knew the signs by now.
"Okay I'm off to school, bye Bakura!"
"Idiot! As if you could escape from me from that piss-ant place you call School, I didn't need that when I was growing up!"
Yes Ryou had a habit of saying this every morning he had to leave, knowing full well that since he wore the Millennium Ring Bakura would be with him anyway. But it was a good morning ritual to have, and mornings was about the only time the darker wasn't so angry. After school or perhaps during it was when things began to go bad, because by the time he got home he knew it was to abuse. He would find out why someday, but first he needed to find a way to connect with his Yami.
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