.Hello readers, I would like to start off saying that this is my first fan-fic, so not the best work. Also reviews are appreciated but not nessisary.

Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own any of the YGO characters.

words here means thinking.

EPILOGUE

It was strange.

How he could love someone who seemed incapable of even saying the word love.

But maybe that was ryou's fault...his hope of love from the cold creature was as close to impossible as one could get, he'd be better off trying to fly.

If anything, it seemed to destroy him on the inside more than anything else.

That and his pain, pain from before his yami had even made himself known.

Maybe his yami loved him too.

But ryou knew he was just building his hopes out of glass, and bakura was a goddamn boulder, hurderling at ryou's hopes, at his dreams, leaving nothing but shattered remains.

Ryou would always rebuild though, but this time, today, it might just had been enough to permenatly destroy those already frail, cracked dreams and hope.

Ryou's pov.
I walked in from school today, lugging in homework and practically dragging myself across the floor, convinced that the bullies who had found me hiding behind the dumbster had broken some ribs, again.
I was pretty sure today was going to be good, after all bakura had bothered to get up and make me breakfast before I had to go, but then I walked in and he looked at me.
"Your pathetic, you know that !? You can't even take care of yourself, how sad! Bakura had yelled angerly.

As if it was my fault they hit me.

Maybe it is my fault, no, no it isn't, why doesn't he are?

And you better not have come home with more broken bones, 'cause I sure as hell am not going to pay for that!" Bakura continued.

I felt something inside of me spread through out my body. It was anger, and it, strangely, felt good.

And then I snapped, all those years of trying to prove how much I care, working so hard for him.
trying to help him, I was done with it.

"You?... Pay for my injuries! You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

He was shocked, his silver eyes wide.

I was shocked too. That was the first time I had sworn, the first time I had yelled.

It felt so...good, and I didn't want to stop feeling good, oh no, I had a lot more to say to him.

"You don't have money to pay for anything, I'm the one working my ass off making money, while you sit on your lazy ass and buy beer, with MY money! Emphases on my!" I screamed at him.

It was true, I worked two part-time jobs, so I would have enough money for what ever he wanted, so that maybe my yami might see how much I love him, but nothing, he spent it and then yelled at me about how we were broke, as if it was my fault, and for I while, I believed it was.

Then he hit me, sending me flying across the room. Blood stained the wall, sliding down almost as fast as tears slid of my face.

"Don't you ever talk back to me, your worthless, you know that, no one wants you!" He spat thats words at me.

I could feel my heart breaking, it hurt worse than any blow.

He never loved me, I was just being used

That one word floated around my mind, used.

"Err ahhhhh" I screamed as I pounced on him.

"I am not your slave anymore!"

I hit back, and in the end he had lost, with two swollen eyes, a couple of broken ribs and fractured fingers, one tooth gone, a piece of it was in my finger, and several deep gashes to his back and face, all thats to my nails.

"You know, I loved you, and you know what else, I-I, my voice cracked, I still do."

I took what money and clothes I could and ran, I didn't know where but I was leaving, leaving the disappointments and abuse behind, not forever, after all, how long could I stay away from my own house,

but for now, I needed to be alone.


Thats all for now, tell me what you think, I will up date more later at least two this week.