The Darken Times

Summery: Have you ever noticed that there is always one person who will not leave you alone? What if you knew you liked another but the on who loved you was in danger… as a sadistic backstabber would you help them? Or would you turn the blind eye when they cry for your help, they cry for your protection… they cry for your love.

This is the story of one who had never known what love was… he tried it once… but it backfired. And he may never be able to love never be able to cry, never be able to care. He is the sadist and he will allow all to die around him before he stops anything.

But… what happens when you add… the innocent Angel with no wings?

A.N. Welcome to the Darkened times

I am your writer and I am the editor, all you have learned from my other work, forget. Nothing is right here, nothing at all. When you fall you shall learn… When you are alone, the shadows are your only friends.

I welcome you

To my own… Little world.

The fallowing chapter is rated T for teen, I advise you there is cursing and in fallowing chapters there will be blood, and rated M for mature for the means of molestation, rape, sex, death, and cursing.

You have been warned.

Also unlike my other stories, there will be no humor chapter, not pause in the misery of real life. This is real, this is not faked. Most of the happenings I am writing for you all to read have been told to me by friends and rewritten into one story for you all to enjoy. So do so, sit back relax and watch the show unfold to the man behind the mask and the little boy who is dooommmmmed, MUHA

All of the Yami's have their own body

And yes, they are all OC. Get over it.

Two more chapters in till the molestation, three more chapters and the rape, six more chapters in till a death, and twenty more chapters in till the end.

Chapter One.

You are not my friend.

The boy was stunned, the girl had pulled him out of class for THIS! How could she? Everyone knew he didn't like the little whore so how absolutely could she? What was he to do? Kill her… His mind echoed, he wouldn't hear out that voice again. He pressed a hand ageist his head. "I can't deal with you now Alex!" He groaned rubbing his temples, both pointer fingers at work to keep down the blooming head ache soon to come from hearing the high pitched voice ringing… ringing in his mind!

"B-but Bakura." She whispered grabbing one of his hands. "Please, please say you'll go out with me." She whispered her voice lower but still it seemed like a high-pitched cry of a bird looking for its children. Bakura looked sickened by the fact that she was touching him. She took the hint and let go. "I know you're popular, and e-every one loves you… I also know I-I'm not popular… but please… please go out with me." She begged. Bakura enjoyed it when they begged, like the times when they begged for him to stop, put that knife down Bakura, come here Bakura, harder Bakura. He enjoyed it.

Slowly a smile spread on his lips. "You want me to go out with you mutt?" He questioned before he pushed her ageist the wall one hand pulling her chin up so that she looked him eye to eye. There was no way for her to get away. "Y-yes." She whispered looking at him in utter fear. He knew it. Like all the other little whores after him he knew it, she wanted to become popular so would find him. Then try to feed off of the popularity he had.

"You'll never have me skank." He hissed before he slammed her head ageist the wall and started to walk off. The scream of pain uttered from her lips was that of pure bliss for him. He should have recorded it on his phone, played it over and over whenever he didn't feel good. That would have brought his spirits up. He chuckled as he walked. Oh how he loved this little game of his. Find the bitch, separate her from the herd. Never once did they not fall for his 'good looks' his 'great charm' it was always the same. They where all fakes, and he could rule them all. This school, these people. Everyone.

Slowly Bakura made his way to the bathroom. He stopped in front of a mirror. His silver hair was a dreadful mess. Why had she grabbed his hair in attempt to hold him into that kiss? He didn't want it that was why.

Slowly he ran his fingers through his hair attempting to fix what had wrongfully been messed with. His hazel eyes focusing on each strand he fixed and put back into place. He had gotten it cut, thank the lord, it made it much easier for him to fix. His once waist length hair was now in some wig for some old bat who lost it all with age, it was now only above his neck and spiked in some areas such as the front and the back. He had to admit it made him look like a devil with silver hair.

Once his hair was fixed he fixed his black school jacket then pants. Then growled seeing she had left lipstick on his lips. Pulling out his rag he quickly cleaned it away. He hated that whore, she would pay for this.

It was about then he noticed the other boy in the room. 'Was he there the whole time?' He questioned to himself looking at the boy. He had to have been. The other hadn't even noticed Bakura's presents yet. His school jacket was off, and his shirt was pulled up. Bakura's eyes went wide looking at the kids back. Scrapes, scratches, scars, cuts, blood. Most of his favorite things if a fight had caused them but the boy he was looking at… he didn't look like he could ever fight.

Bakura's craving for the blood wanted to take over but he held it back. He rubbed his head before he stepped over to the boy who quickly looked up and hid his back. "I already saw First year." Bakura said softly his head tilted to the side. "Do you dare hide that from me? Shall I force a look from you?" He asked softly looking at the boy's uniform. He was right in saying the boy was a first year, the colors of his jacket showed that. Blue, all first year colors. He stepped forward the first year stepped back. "Bakura? Why are you talking to me? I-I'm not… Please just leave me alone." The kid replied falling to his knees and started to cry. It was pathdic. But… it showed that the kid had hair like his own, the strands had been died blond but the roots where silver like his own.

"What is this?" Bakura whispered softly stepping closer to examine the boy like a cat would a rat trapped to where it could never get away. Knowing what it would have for dinner, and like the cat Bakura sprung on his pray. He pinned the boy to the ground whipping up his shirt and looked at the cuts. "You're bleeding first year." He muttered grabbing his rag once more before slowly taking it over each cut that bled, each wound that was untended. "Who did this to you?"

"Why would you care? You never care about anyone else!" The kid cried from under him. This took our Bakura by surprise. He hissed allowing his temper to lower before he spoke once more. Who did this freshman think he was talking to?

Bakura slowly raised the rag to the sink dipping it under the water. "I have my means freshy… now tell me who or I shall beat it out of you." The freshmen shook as the cool water was draped on his back and sunk into the wounds. Bakura watched as the freshmen coiled his hands up into fists from the stinging pain caused by the water. "I can't… he'll kill me." He groaned shaking his head. Bakura tisked clicking his tongue ageist the roof of his mouth.

"Little boy cries in the fear of being hurt when the boy on his back smiles at the thought of killing him. Tell me now or I'll let it go on." Bakura whispered softly rolling the boy over under him still and growled. "I know you…" He whispered his eyes slowly opening wider. Those damn blue eyes, he died his hair blond so he wouldn't be seen Bakura supposed but he still knew him. "Ryou?" He questioned looking at him. It had been a long time since he had seen this boy. So long he had almost forgotten in till now.

Ryou was the boy, who last year and this years start… had confessed his love for Bakura.

Bakura watched stunned before he climbed off of him and backed up. "Your not a freshmen! You're a junior, what the hell are you doing!" He wanted to slap the boy for being so moronic, he wanted to hit him self for not noticing it was him sooner. He didn't like the kid but if something was happening to him, he sure as hell was going to make the darkness stop.

Ryou scampered to his feet pulling down his shirt to hide the marks once more, and then tried to grab his jacket. Bakura was there first and held it out of Ryou's reach. "Bakura please, he'll get mad if I'm late."

Bakura didn't care, he was used to all of the pleads he received from others. "Ryou… tell me what happened. Now." It had to be the first time in his life, since his elementary school days that he gave a rat's ass about another. He wasn't about to let the one he was giving a damn about ignore his help! Ryou didn't seem to under stand this.

"P-please… Bakura." He whispered clutching his own shirt close to his heart. "Let me go…" Bakura growled kicking Ryou so that he was forced on his back Bakura's foot on his chest. "You moron, have you yet to understand what I'm trying to do for you!" He yelled looking at Ryou. "Who's your boyfriend, girlfriend… Maybe they'll help me." He whispered leaning down closer to Ryou who whimpered. Bakura huffed and tossed the jacket at his face. "Never mind… I'll find out my self." He whispered slowly walking out of the bathroom.

Bakura wandered the halls for a few more minutes. He would waste his time in till he found out. Had the boy been stupid enough to forget who was watching him eye to eye? 'I am the damn king of this school… I can get what I want when I want it. I'm not about to let Ryou forget that.' He thought sourly as he treaded lightly to his classroom once more.

He slowly took a peek into what was in the class. It was as before, the fakes laughing, the fakes playing games. It would change once he entered but for now… he wanted to enjoy what little he could from this scene. Then they would be sent into chaos trying to find out whom Ryou was dating for him. It would be worth the pathdic looks upon those who fallowed him, at why he was asking about one of the less popular kids in this whole school.

Slowly he opened the door, and as predicted the laughter stopped and it was quiet. No one spoke in till Bakura was fully in the room. Then one student nodded and said welcome back. Then the rest fallowed all the way in till he was in his seat once more. The teacher looked up from her book and waved. He slouched a bit and rested his chin on the palm of his hand.

One of the students walked over and sat next to him fallowed by a few others. "So what did the whore want Bakura?" one asked and they all nodded Bakura raised an eyebrow before looking at them. He remembered a time when they refused to call her that, being the innocent of her class. But when he started to call her that, they all fallowed. 'Fakes…"

"To go out with me." He said simply and allowed them to dull on it. "She what?" one asked in a shrill voice almost disgusted by the thought.

"To. Go. Out. With. Me." Bakura stated it as if even an ape could understand his words now.

The group laughed shaking their heads. "That's so stupid."

"Yeah who does she think she is!" Another laughed and nodded.

Bakura rested his chin on his hand once more watching them. "I need you four to find something out for me…" He said softly before he smirked. They nodded always eager to help Bakura, always willing to do something for their so-called prince. "Find out, who Ryou is dating."

They looked stunned. "RYOU!" One whispered loudly. The others looked simply repulsed. "Yes, Ryou. Do it now. I have business I must address with them." They nodded and quickly stood bowing to Bakura before they went to work. Asking other students of whom the once silver haired boy dated.

Bakura looked sad for a moment before he hid it, as the person he was you where not allowed to show your true colors, if you did… someone wouldn't be happy with you any longer.

Not that he minded that thought I let you know, not that he cared if the simpletons of the class actually got scared at how he looked, no it was merely the thought of weakness is showing your emotions. With emotions you become weak. You cannot love; you cannot feel joy, if you do. People die around you. That is why, the students around him had to be fakes… they only laughed when he did, they only smiles when he did. And when there was an issue, they would fight if he did.

They would let no one touch him. Bakura liked it that way.

The matter of finding Ryou's boyfriend took only a few minutes, it seemed people in this class knew a lot more about him then they seemed to share. Apparently Ryou was dating a thug, known for beating up girls when he dated them. He had actually just gotten out of jail for it. Bakura tapped his chin in wonder.

'Perhaps… it's about time we stop him.' Bakura thought and smiled. His smile caused the others to smile. He looked away. 'Dolls…' He then slowly stood as the end of the day bell rang. He was soon surrounded by his other "friends" who wished to walk him home, he smiled and laughed a little something he rarely did but it cheered them up. When on the inside was upset. Perhaps he should be alone; he could fight this boy hurting Ryou. These kids couldn't fight someone like that. Bakura smiled anyways and started his walk home seeing the boy he wanted to speak to.

Ryou stood alone; Ryou who always stood alone watching him and his friends, was alone once more. Bakura smirked before he walked over to Ryou pushing past those who claimed to be his friends. They stood stunned but watched anyways. Ryou looked shocked that Bakura was coming closer once more. To this Bakura grabbed his arm and pulled him along walking back to the group. "I don't care what you have to say Ryou, I don't care if they say their going to kill you for this. I'm helping you, like it or not." Bakura whispered tugging Ryou along still.

'What has gotten into me?' Bakura questioned him self, he was the cold hearted backstabber of this street, of this school, of this town. Why was it now he cared? He didn't understand but he was going to. He tossed Ryou into the arms of one of the friends who had found out his boyfriend. "Keep him safe… I don't care what you do to anyone who tries to come near him, but we will not let him get hurt… You got that?" Bakura said softly looking at all of the kids who fallowed him like a mother hen, these are his chicks. They nodded and put a hand to their head as a salute.

"Good… Now… Let's get him home… then I feel like Ice-cream…" Once said he started to walk once more, the kids behind him still holding onto Ryou who seemed scared dazed and confused as to why the boy of his dreams was finally helping him.

End of Chapter One.

I would like to thank you all for reading Chapter one, Chapter two is already in the process and should be up before the end of the week.

Also on a side note I would like to thank my friends for what they are doing with me. Sharing your stories with me like this… I thank you.

If any of you have a dramatic story that has happened to you, such as a rape a molestation and death such as murder or suicide please do not hesitate to tell me. If I collect enough stories I will make a longer story it's self. My minimum goal is 20 my highest goal is 50.

All help is welcome to stories of your own.

I thank you.

Preview for the upcoming Chapter:

Bakura tilted his head to the side, he heard a crack. The other side, another crack. He was alone that was good… The shadows where his only true friend after all. Slowly he stood the room was dark, cold, and smelled of blood. He was okay with that. Once the baka came back, he would be ready. Slowly he grabbed the knife the man had cut him with. Oh, he was ready.