I Sing To Thee a Song of Blood- Chapter 1

Warning- There is masochism, and slight shonen-ai. You have been warned.

Disclaimer- I own everything, yet I own nothing.

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It was a quiet night; the only ones awake at this hour were the many prostitutes, drug dealers, and other assorted nightlife, and oh yes... Bakura. He was wide awake in the dark of night, slitting cuts in his arms and legs, watching as the blood slowly seeped out of his wounds and dripped on to the carpet. He was thinking of how exciting and blissful this felt to him, he wanted more, but he had to stop because his light, Ryou walked in. Ryou stood there wide eyed at his yami, just standing there in shock. The only thing he could do was stare, and stare he did. Bakura gave a leering glare at Ryou, which made him tremble with fear and back up against the wall. The dark stood up from his sitting position on the floor, and advanced towards his light, each step seemed nearer to death for the bleeding darkness.

He was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, each new step forward seemed like it took forever. Finally Bakura lost his footing and plummeted to the ground, he lay there silent and still. Ryou then got out of his state of shock and pulled Bakura's dead weight to the bed, where he treated his cuts with rubbing alcohol, and Neosporin. Ryou sighed after he cleaned, and treated all of his yami's cuts, and wondered why Bakura would do such a thing to himself. Then he all of a sudden realized that he had just helped the very man who senselessly beat him every single day, he had just helped his life's antagonist. He shook his head in disbelief, and looked down at his darker half. He noticed that Bakura was soundly sleeping in his lap. Then the light sang softly to his darkness in a soothing voice, "I sing to thee a song of blood."

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A/N- Sorry, short chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review.