I must have done something wrong but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what it was that I supposedly did. Had I forgotten to gravel at his feet when he entered the apartment or did I not change the toilet tissue roll because it was empty?
I awaited for my darker part of me to tell me what I had done to displease him but he skipped that part of our tradition and skipped ahead to the merciless beating. Seemed he thought I wasn't in enough pain already from his other punches and kick to my body.
Opening my mouth to speak, all I wanted to do was calm down Bakura but it was hopeless as he shoved me down to my knees and kicked me square in my back. The violent movement sent a wave of pain that stiffened every inch of me. If I deserved this then I'd at least like to know what I had done. Was that so wrong?
"Stop playing so innocent with me! That isn't going to work with me anymore!" Bakura hissed. I turned my head a little to look at him better. His deep crimson-brown eyes were so full of violence that I could see he was planning my demise. That look sent a trillion knives into my back making me feel like I was dying slowly.
"Bakura, please, just tell me what I did. I can fix it," The words came out but how they sounded, I couldn't be sure. I must have bitten my tongue in the process of falling down because it felt swollen. "Please?" I asked while trying to work up a smile, maybe that might calm him down.
Instead his eyes narrowed onto my form before he growled deep within his throat. Oh no, don't let him get worse please. "You can't fix this Ryou! I saw you hanging round with Malik and being all up in his face. You're just begging for him to take you! You didn't even think about how it would affect me," He sneered. Another kick was my reward but this time it was to the face.
What was he talking about? When did he care about me hanging around with Malik? Malik was just a friend so where did that crazy idea of me wanting to be his come from? How did that ever cross his mind?
The once great king of thieves who had once been harbored within myself didn't let up until the obvious point I knew he was trying to get across actually came to me. He must have seen me give my friend a hug and now thought that for punishment I deserved death. That look in his eyes shown me that if I didn't receive death then he'd make it to where I'd at least wish I were six feet under.
I closed my eyes and accepted the several other blows that came to me not long after. A few to the side, several to the stomach and yet another to the head. My yami was being reckless, most of his maiming remained hidden from other's eyes with the exception of that cut to my arm but he never did explain how I received that. No one would even tell me what had happened.
Something landed on to my side that made me flinch. It didn't hurt as back as being kick but it did surprise me. Hesitantly I opened my eyes to find that he had removed his jacket and thrown it at me. "Go get lost Ryou. Maybe some time on the streets will teach you to appreciate me a little more," the other grunted. Deciding it was safe, I decided to slowly edge myself up to where I at least wasn't laying flat on the wet filthy street. "You can come home when I summon you and not a moment sooner."
"But-But what about my things?" Those were not the right words to say. Bakura glared at me like I was the one who attempted to take his life. His gaze wounded me more then the markings on my own body.
The thief moved towards the apartment door and climbed up the steps. "What once was yours is now all mine. Leave or you'll taste my dagger in the back of your throat," he growled. The sound of the door slamming made me twitch while coldness began to seep into my skin. How could I have been so stupid?
Tears began to sting my eyes and the surrounds about myself were getting blurry. I was kicked out of my own home with not a single family member to turn too. I latterly had no one since my father was in Egypt while I stayed here in Japan with my darker self whom just threw me out of the place I paid for!
I should be furious that Kura had tossed me out like worthless garbage but.. Maybe that's what I was to him. Garbage. Well, maybe one of my friends might be generous enough to take me in for the night. Joey lived the closest but he had his own troubles with his father whom was just as bad as Bakura. Perhaps Yugi? No, not him… He lived with his grandfather and his own yami who was at least kind enough to help him out of situations instead of adding him to them. That left the closest person on this side of town whom I knew who was Malik.
He was a nice fellow. His sister was brilliant and his step-brother I didn't know to much about but seemed pleasant when we had meet. Besides, Malik had asked me to stay the night before but I knew that would upset my yami. What did it matter now, I was already in trouble for being seen with him so why not accept the offer now?
Pulling the jacket on over my shoulders was a chore in itself so I hadn't bothered putting my arms into the sleeves as I attempted walking to my destination. If he didn't have room or time then I could sleep in the street or in the park. That was nothing new to me.
Time ticked away, it was only natural and my body began to ach more with every step but luckily my friend's place was in sight and nearing. Oddly enough it didn't take long for me to appear at his doorstep but mustering up the courage to knock was a little more difficult to do.
I couldn't do it… I wouldn't allow myself to burden any of my friends, coming here was a mistake. I didn't even get the chance to leave when the door suddenly opened up. Instantly a faintly smile worked its way onto my lips in a mechanical-like reaction.
"I'm not going to play guess what number I'm thinking of with you again Ishizu! It's not fare when you use your necklace to see into the future to know what number I'm going to say!" The blonde cried back over his shoulder. When he turned around he nearly jumped with surprise. "Ryou what are you doing here? Oh shit! What happened to you?" His lilac eyes looked me over which made me feel embarrassed.
I couldn't help but pull the edges of the jacket tighter around myself. "Bakura and I.. We kind of.. Got into another fight," I whispered. I could hardly hear myself but Malik must have made out what I said because his face had turned grave. "I shouldn't have came here, I'll be on my way. Thanks for everything though Malik." I wanted to pull back and perhaps go off to the park but I was so tired I didn't understand how I was still standing.
"No Ryou. Come in, damn that bastard Bakura.. How we ever were partners I'll never know." I was pulling into the building with the door closing behind us. Whatever he was going to do must have changed as he lead me down the hallway and to the right. He had mentioned be partners with my yami… Just what did he mean by that?
"The restroom is the next door down. You're welcome to clean yourself up. I'd help you but I need to run down to the corner market to get Odion some milk. He and Ishizu are making cookies and well- That's not important. Just clean yourself up and make yourself at home. I'll be back to check on how you're doing later alright?" I could only nod. His smile was so warm and sweet. It was hard trying to see him and my evil side getting along.
The tan Egyptian male told me what door it was one more time before turning back and going back the way we had just came. It was awfully kind of him to allow me to stay but I'd make sure it was alright after washing up by asking his sister and Rishid first. The bathroom door was closed so I knocked lightly before daring to open it. It was only polite for the warning since I didn't wish to intrude on someone.
I walked in and closed the door halfway only to freeze as I turned back around. Hadn't Malik left in the hall? But-if he was gone then-then who was this? The strange man glanced up in surprise at seeing me but the most peculiar thing about him was that he looked so much like Malik. The only slight differences I could make out where that his hair stood out on end, he was more muscular and his face seemed more… Contorted like he was, I don't know, born full of anger perhaps?
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to barge in on you," I stuttered. I could feel my face growing hot from embarrassment. I was going to turn my head and exit but something didn't feel right about this scene. "A-are you alright?"
The lad frowned and looked away for a second before putting something behind his back. He then looked back at me with a look of disgust but that had to be a mask. He was hiding something… Not very well at that since the curve of a silver blade was pointing out from the other side of him. Why was he holding a knife?
"I'll be done in a few minutes," the blonde replied with a faint trace of sadness to him. "Then I'll be out of your way," his words were so carefully chosen that I knew there was something amiss. He wasn't talking about having to use the facilities at all, he was planning on taking his own life.
The thought of suicide had came to myself many times but I knew I could never bring myself to such a length. "It's not worth it," I whispered softly. "Think of all the people who will miss you," I coaxed with a ghost of a smile.
The man snorted and pulled out the blade from behind himself and let it gleam cruelly in the artificial lighting. "No one will miss me besides, everyone I've ever ran into has tried to kill me or told me to go kill myself," he added. Those words sent chills down my spine. The sad part was, I believed him but I couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was the tone or way he said it but that didn't make much since. How could people be all so cruel? Surely someone cared for him.
"I don't think that's all true," I offered. "I most certainly don't wish death upon you." The look I received was one of pure shock. It was as if he thought I was the one most likely to wish he were to do himself in. "I know we never met before but you don't seem all that bad to me."
"Don't give me that Ryou," He snapped. His fingers curled tightly around the handle to his murderous weapon. I blinked in surprise. Just how did he learn my name when we never were introduced before? His dark orbs searched me over, sizing me up as if checking to make sure I was indeed who he had labeled me as.
Things seemed to have gotten hotter, nervousness started to sink into my flesh as his eyes gazed at me like vultures. Why was this man so unhappy and full of resentment with hatred? Wow it is hot in here…
"Please, don't do it. Just give me the knife alright?" I tried to lure him on and amazingly his hand stretched out and placed the handle into my grasp. "Thank you," I replied with a grin.
Disappointment was scribbled all over this lad. It was saddening to think that one could want and desire to end everything just like that, I then began to wonder how he had gotten in here or if he might have been relation to Malik or Ishizu. He did bear a great resemblance to the two.
The spiked haired man frowned as he looked me over once more. "I guess I don't need to use this room anymore… At least not as much as you obviously need it." I merely blushed as I checked myself out to see all the grim that soiled my only form of clothes and the filth that clung to my skin. Bruises were already rising to the surface. The image in the mirror soon had my attention.
My yami had battered me royally. My face however was fine apart from the boot print the had left with a bruise forming just under my left eye. The sight took me back as I felt tears swell up in the corners of my eyes. I never meant for any of this to happen but perhaps it was best that it did.. Things all happened for a reason and maybe this was some fate destined for me to prevent this man from killing himself.
Heat crept back under my skin as I glanced back to the other and frowned. "Something wrong?" He asked smugly. Awful grateful for a man who was talked out of destroying himself.
"Yes, I just feel a little… Tired," I muttered slowly before holding onto he side of my head. Things were getting dark and before I could say any more, my strength fleeted me so I fell forwards unable to catch myself.
Mercifully the ground didn't meat my head. Two tan hands had hooked in under my arms and then swearing filled the air before the world around me was cast into darkness.
(I would never normally ask for you to tell me what you readers think of my work but I'm curious.. Should I continue with this twisted story of Marik and Ryou or am I burning moonlight when I have to update my Marik and Bakura story really soon? ...Please tell me and if you have the time, review me, good or bad, I don't care. I want the truth on what my readers think, not a candy version of the truth. Ja.)