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The idea for this fic came to me one night while I was driving home with my dad and this song was playin' on the radio. Naturally, I remembered that I loved the song and I had to buy the cd. Anyways, it's Ryou and Bakura (Yami Bakura is Bakura and Ryou is normal Bakura). My first attempt at any kind of fic ever. Songfic or anything else, this is my very first. I switch from my POV to Ryou's POV to Bakura's POV throughout the story, so just follow along. And yeah I know it's cliché and everything, but I read a lot of Bakura beating Ryou fics so this is what I know. Hopefully I can add something different in it, but I don't know. I hope you enjoy it! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Matchbox 20 or any of their songs. I also don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. *runs off bawling at the fact that Yu-Gi-Oh is not hers* The plot line thingy is all mine though, so back off! Oh yeah! I slightly modified the song. I changed "she" to "he" and… I think that's all. I don't know.

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~Lyrics~

Dreams

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

/Ryou to Bakura/

//Bakura to Ryou//

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The snow-haired boy slapped his mirror image across his cheek. The smaller of the two boys crumpled to the floor.

"Get up," the standing teen growled.

The smaller one struggled to stand up but failed. "B-bakura..." He choked out and collapsed against the floor.

"Weak." Bakura sneered. "Worthless. You always have been and you always will be."

~He said I don't know if I've ever been good enough~

The white-haired boy on the floor whimpered as his dark lifted him up by his hair. He knew that crying out would just make it worse.

"Does that hurt you, weakling?" The boy on the floor remained silent as a tear trickled down his cheek. "Answer me!" Bakura yelled.

"Yes!" The petite teen boy cried. "Yes it hurts!"

"Good." Bakura hissed, brown eyes sparkling with malice. Dragging the delicate boy to the nearest wall, Bakura slammed his mirror-image's head into the wall. "Pathetic." The abusive teen spat out.

~I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in~

Ryou's POV

"Get up." I hear my dark say. I try to get up, but I can't do it. He's right. I'm too weak.

"B-bakura..." I choke out. Exhausted, I collapse against the floor.

"Weak." My Yami sneers. "Worthless. You always have been and you always will be." He grabs my hair and yanks my head up to face him. I whimper, knowing that crying out will just worsen things.

"Does that hurt you, weakling?"

'My name is Ryou!' The boy raged silently. 'It's Ryou!' A tear trickled down Ryou's cheek.

"Answer me!" Bakura yelled.

"Yes!" I cry. "Yes it hurts!"

"Good." My other half whispered malevolently.

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged to the wall. Then my yami slammed my head into the wall. The last thing I heard was Bakura say "Pathetic," and I was out cold.

~And I don't know if I've ever been really loved~

"Oh Ra," Bakura breathed to himself, "Oh Ra, Ryou, what have I done?"

~By a hand that's touched me, well I feel like something's gonna give~

Bakura's hand reached out on its own volition to caress his hikari's cheek. Realizing what he was doing, Bakura snatched his hand back.

'Stop it!' He commanded himself. 'Don't go weak now!'

Controlling his desire to embrace the snow-haired angel, Bakura lifted Ryou onto the navy-blue couch. Noticing that his hikari's head was bleeding, he went for a wet wash cloth. On his way for the cloth, Bakura observed the amounts of blood on the floor.

"Shit!" He swore. Angry at the amount Ryou had lost and the mess he had made, Bakura stormed for the washcloth. When he came back he held the compress on his angel's cut.

~And I'm a little bit angry, well~

'So vulnerable,' the boy sighed inwardly, 'so fragile.'

He watched the boy's chest slowly rise and fall in long deep breaths. After about three hours, Ryou was still unconscious but the bleeding had subsided.

'Ra, Ryou, wake up.' Bakura pleaded inwardly, his face clouded with worry.

~This ain't over, no not here, not while I still need you around~

'Snap out of it idiot!' Bakura scolded himself. He got up and paced the floor. 'You're not supposed to care! You're going weak just like him!'

~You don't owe me, we might change~

Bakura was driving himself mad. He went into the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator. Finding nothing that would satisfy him he moved to the cupboards.

"This is useless!" Bakura half-screamed, half-whispered in defeat. He sat down at the kitchen table and stared off into space. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity until darkness took him and he faded into fitful sleep.

~Yeah we just might feel good~

Waking up, Ryou felt a cold wet cloth on his forehead. Reaching up, he removed it and winced from the pain. Slowly, he sat up. He was still a bit light headed and sat on the edge of the couch to steady himself before getting up.

Ryou stood up cautiously and shuffled into the kitchen, where he found his yami asleep at the table. A sad smile graced his lips as he looked upon his double. This was the one that he loved. The one that he would do anything for. The one that considered him weak, and better off dead.

'I love him.' The angel thought sadly. 'I know I do. But why? He loathes me.' Shaking his head either to clear it or dismiss his thoughts, he didn't know, he made his way over to his yami.

"Yami..." Ryou whispered, gently shaking his darker half.

Bakura's head snapped up suddenly, causing Ryou to jump back out of fear. As Bakura's eyes narrowed in anger, Ryou's eyes widened in fear and shock. Ryou couldn't help but feel as if there had been something in his yami's eyes that he had missed, but that thought quickly vanished when Bakura spoke.

"What are you doing?" The groggy Bakura slurred. Even when tired, Bakura's words stuck fear in Ryou's heart and mind.

"I- I- um..." the frightened boy stuttered.

"'I- I- um...' What?!" Bakura mimicked.

As the abused boy opened his mouth to reply, his cheek was met with Bakura's open hand. Stepping back to avoid falling, Ryou clutched for a chair to balance himself.

"Don't you ever do that again." The angry teenager threatened.

"Yes Bakura," Ryou replied, eyes on the floor. "I won't do it again."

Searching and finding nothing else to say, Bakura stormed past Ryou, shoving him as he went. Ryou looked behind him just in time to see his yami shimmer and disappear into his spirit room.

~ I wanna push you around, I will, I will

I wanna push you down, I will, I will

I wanna take you for granted,

I wanna take you for granted I will~

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You like?!? I hope so! I'll continue when I get at least... two reviews. Yup! Two! That's all I ask for! Please review! Thanks!