Hello! This is my first Yu Gi Oh fanfic ever. I do hope that you can read and review it! ^__^ I am really sorry if this fanfic has ideas similar to any previous fanfic. I haven't read that many fanfics yet and if its kind of repeated, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh. If I did, it would be a yaoi anime. O_o
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Bakura's POV
"I made breakfast for you!" I watch as Ryou, no, my slave, pops his head (no, not that head, as much as it would be interesting) through the door, smiling like the idiot he is.
Why the hell is that brat screaming so damn early in the morning? Its only 11am. Who cares about the dumb things he cooks. I roll around in bed so that I'm not facing the door. That way, even if he comes in, I won't see him. Him and his irritating likeness to me. We're so damn different that his mere existence is an insult to me. Just look at him ignoring what happened three nights ago. Hah, I'm surprised he can still walk. Damnit I should have done more. Oh well, there's always next time, eh?
As I drift off to sleep once more, I plot my revenge as I always do. It never fails to bring a content smirk to my face... Ah, the beauty of ultimately impaling the Pharaoh on my trusty dagger...
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Ryou's POV
As I shut the door behind me, I lean on the wall beside it and heave a sigh of relief. At least he didn't throw any sharp object in my direction, something he did quite often whenever he felt I was invading his privacy. Of course, I could have used our Mind Link, but I just had the need to check and see if he was ok.
Tristan and Joey say that I care for him too much. They think I'm showering unnecessary attention on the yami who hates me to the core. The truth is, I know how much my yami hates me, but I still love him nonetheless. He means alot to me, even if it is one of his personal fantasies to one day torture me till I die.
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Normal POV
Silently, Ryou made his way downstairs. As he went down the stairs, he suddenly gripped the banister, his face turning pale and scrunching in pain. Steadying himself, he slowly made his way down and then went to the bathroom. Switching the lights on, Ryou pulled his shirt up and looked at the wounds his yami had inflicted on him the three nights before. Deep gashes could be seen on many areas together with numerous bite marks. His back hurt greatly as well. He winced as the memory he had been denying the past few mornings flashed back to him...
~Flashback~
Ryou stepped into the room of his other self after he had been called. He looked around nervously for his yami as he had never been called to him like this before. Before he could find his other, a sharp dagger embedded itself in the wall just beside his face with a loud thump.
The dark haired boy jumped back in fright as he caught sight of the person who had thrown the weapon. Even in the darkness, Ryou could make out his yami's form chuckling evilly. Fear struck his heart as he inched his way backward, finally finding himself against the wall with the dagger.
"Come." He heard his yami say. He couldn't move. Ryou couldn't turn, couldn't run. He couldn't do anything.
"COME!!" Bakura shouted this time, anger dripping off his voice. Ryou shut his eyes and grimaced. He knew what was in store for him, but he could never really get away from it. He loved his yami greatly but never could understand why he did what he did. He had tried getting his yami to talk to him, but even he knew that it was like trying to get to Mars.
Reluctantly, he moved forward. 'Its only for a while,' he thought about how long it would take the wounds he received to heal. But deep in his heart, he knew it would take forever for the pain of what Bakura did to go away. In some weird way, it comforted him to know that even if it was for a while, Bakura would be free of the stress and anger he continuously built up due to the Pharaoh. In that sense, Ryou didn't mind that Bakura took an insane pleasure out of hurting him. Ryou stopped a few steps away from the bed where Bakura was sitting.
"Closer." Ryou took one small step forward.
"CLOSER!!" Ryou turned away from the menacing grin as he finally stood right infront of his yami.
"Heh." Ryou didn't even have time to think about what that meant as his yami pulled him downwards and crushed his mouth in a painful kiss. He didn't want to open his mouth to him but Bakura bit his lip and drew blood, forcing entrance while Ryou recovered from the shock of what the tomb robber had done.
After a while, Bakura released Ryou as he came up for air. He looked at the tearing boy infront of him and licked his lips menacingly of Ryou's blood. His hikari had been reduced to a trembling mass and it sickened him more than anything. His mind was made up as he pushed Ryou onto the bed. He was going to teach his other a lesson.
~(Note: T___T I probably shouldn't be writing this and you probably shouldn't be reading this but oh what the heck..)~
Bakura tore off Ryou's T-shirt with a wicked grin plastered on his face. He was straddling Ryou to the bed with his weight, making the smaller teen's attempts at escape futile. By then tears had began to cascade down the hikari's panicked face as he balled his fists in the sheets with a death grip. He could do nothing but whimper as Bakura began to rip his pants off. It was evident in Bakura's eyes what he wanted to do, Ryou had just been denying it all along. The furthest his yami had ever gone was actually stabbing him with a pen knife in the arm after beating him to a pulp, but tonight, he knew the undeniable truth was that Bakura planned to do much much more.
After a while, Bakura took in the angelic sight before him. His hikari was writhing under him, totally bare, which aroused him greatly. After tonight, his hikari would no longer be the pure boy everyone loved and respected. He made it a point to ultimately make Ryou lose all his friends, breaking him in the process, till the teenager was nothing but an empty shell of himself.
Before long, he shed himself of his clothes, still pinning the hapless plantinum haired boy to the bed. By then, Ryou had stopped his struggle and accepted his grim fate, shutting his eyes tightly and turning his head away. Bakura reached down to his nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a gleaming dagger. It was always handy to have more than one lying around, and tonight, his dagger would help him to achieve one of his ultimate pleasures.
No, he wasn't just going to take his hikari as it was. He was going to make Ryou suffer horribly before it all. Bakura licked the flat side of the blade and then pressed it to his hikari's exposed chest, swirling it in patterns until he reached Ryou's left thigh. His hikari's eyes shot open in horror as he turned the blade to the sharp part and pressed it into the flesh, creating a semi deep gash and allowing Ryou's crimson blood to ooze steadily out of the wound. He knew how much Ryou wanted to scream in pain but he grinned at he fact that his hikari knew better.
Ryou had grown accustomed to being hurt. He never screamed, it would just make Bakura more crazed and would drive him to make another 20 more gashes or so. This time though, whether or not Ryou screamed, Bakura planned to completely cover his hikari's body in similar wounds, something he had never done before. The thought brought a sick smile to his face. He brought the knife back up to Ryou's neck and let the coldness of the blade shock his hikari. Replacing the blade with his mouth, he sucked on the tender flesh, then bit down hard, tearing skin. Ryou's body jerked abit in response.
Running the blade down Ryou's chest, he made a similar gash, but it was much longer. This time, Ryou let out a small gasp as fresh tears began streaming down his paler than usual face. In his mind, he knew that it would all be over soon. Just not as soon as he hoped. By the time Bakura had made his seventh gash, Ryou couldn't take it anymore.
"...P-please... please s-stop..." Ryou begged as he winced in pain, his voice quivering with fear and hurt.
"I won't." Bakura said with finality as he got up to take a look at his masterpiece. Ryou's body was covered in blood. 'Red and white never looked so good together.' He smirked as he looked at the pale child. 'It brings a whole new meaning to that picture I saw with the words "My knife is my paintbrush and your body, my canvas."' He laughed at his sick humour as he began straddling Ryou again. The small teenager cried out in pain as every movement Bakura made opened his wounds further. He wanted it all to end, but he knew his yami had not had his fill yet.
Bakura spread his hikari's legs further and positioned himself at Ryou's entrance. In one quick motion, Bakura pushed himself into Ryou, causing the boy to arch his back and scream in agony. Of course he had not prepared him. Ryou gripped the sheets till his knuckles turned white. He was crying and begging for his yami to stop but he knew Bakura would not.
Bakura increased his pace as he pounded relentlessly into Ryou, not caring at all for the brown eyed boy below him. After a while, Ryou's tight heat drove him over the edge and he came, spilling his seed into the smaller one's passage. He smirked as he pulled himself out. Ryou looked like a broken doll with his life blood soaking the sheets. There was blood coming out of his entrance along with Bakura's semen but it was impossible to tell if it was due to the previous wounds or because Bakura had ruptured Ryou's passage. Its not like the yami cared anyway.
Ryou's tear stained face was illuminated by the moonlight streaking throught a small gap in the curtains. As Bakura left the room happy with himself, fresh tears formed and mingled with the blood on his face. He couldn't move to leave the room. He knew his yami wouldn't come back anytime soon anyway. His body hurt greatly and he couldn't even turn to cover his cold broken body with a blanket. After a while, darkness consumed him and he drifted into a sleep filled with nightmares.
~End of Flashback~ (Note: That wasn't so bad now, was it?)
Pulling his shirt back down, he left the bathroom and headed for the main door. He was about to leave to get some groceries, as well as more bandages and medicine; he was running low on both. As he walked through the living room, he caught sight of the Christmas tree. It brought back wonderful memories of the times when he and Bakura did it up together, before Bakura became the evil person he was now.
Walking up to the tree, he took one of the crystal ornaments and held it up, looking at the light bounce through it, emitting a kaleidoscope of colours. He thought of the times when both him and Bakura would each cut a piece of paper into what to them resembled a snowflake and write their Christmas wish on it. Then they would stand on their toes and try to put it as high as they could on the tree, and then read each other's snowflake on Christmas itself.
Nostalgia filling him, Ryou replaced the ornament and went back to his room. Taking the required stationery, he began making a paper snowflake and attached some string to hang it from. Finally, he took his silver pen and wrote his Christmas wish on it in cursive.
Standing infront of the tree, he reached as high as he could and hung it, smiling to himself. It had been a long time since he had done such a thing. With a hint of sadness, he looked to the side of the tree Bakura used to hang his own snowflake. His yami had stopped when he changed, calling what Ryou did a silly child's game.
Sighing, Ryou took one last look at his snowflake and the tree and made his way out.
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"Tadai-" Ryou stopped short of announcing his return when he realised that he didn't feel his yami in the building.
Instead, he had a fright when he saw a hooded figure sitting on the couch. He let out a small gasp of shock. What if the person there had gotten to Bakura first and hurt him? Terror filled the teenager.
"I've waited long for you, Tomb Robber." The figure said, malice lining his every word as he noticed the presence of the new person. Ryou looked at him suspiciously. Inwardly, he heaved a sigh of relief. At least he knew his yami was safe since the person greeted him as Bakura. It was obviously someone who knew about Bakura's past, yet not about himself. It then struck the platinum haired teenager that the suspicious figure meant to do his yami harm, and he wasn't about to reveal that he wasn't Bakura.
"Who are you?" Ryou said angrily, an emotion he didn't often show, but which was very characteristic of his yami. He was going to play along and protect his yami at all costs. The figure stood up in a graceful slow motion and turned to Ryou, his face still hidden in the darkness of his hood. It was now that Ryou could see its full height. The stranger was not very much taller then him. His frame was hidden by the black cloak he wore which was fastened together in the front by what looked like an ankh. The figure seemed extremely familiar. His height and voice were something Ryou had seen and heard before.
"Ahh, you've forgotten already? How could you forget the days when we raided the tombs of the pharaohs together?" The figure said, moving closer to Ryou as something moved suspiciously under his cloak. The brown eyed teen noticed this and began walking backwards cautiously. Something told him that this stranger was capable of something very drastic.
Ryou kept silent. Soon, the figure was less than three feet away from him.
"Have you forgotten how you BETRAYED me?!" The figure shouted as he lunged forward, exposing the dagger that was aimed at the hikari. Ryou made a sharp movement to the left and dodged but the pain from the wounds his yami had inflicted on him sent him falling to the floor on his knees. The hooded figure laughed.
"Getting rusty I see?" The hooded one knelt beside Ryou as the teenager gasped for breath, his face paling. He knew he had just opened almost all of his wounds.
Soon, the figure was laughing uncontrollably. "Finally... Finally I can have my revenge." With those words, the cloaked person raised the blade upwards and brought it down, stabbing Ryou in the stomach. The platinum haired one screamed as the blade went through him. He watched with glazed eyes as the figure stood up, leaving Ryou to bleed to death with a dagger through him. With tears in his eyes, Ryou passed out.
The hooded figure stood up and removed his cloak, grinning to himself as his blonde bangs covered his eyes. He licked one of his fingers that was covered in Ryou's blood. Revenge never tasted so sweet.
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(Note: Ahh, end of chapter 1. I know that was VERY VERY dark but I promise it will get better in the end ok? Do tell me what you think by leaving a review, it will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading so far. I plan to post the next chapter really soon as the story kind of happens in real time and ends on Christmas itself!! So I hope I can finish it by then. Take care!! Oh and can anyone guess who the hooded figure was? ^__^)
[Extra notes: What Ryou meant to say as he stepped into the house was "Tadaima". A term used to announce the fact that you're home. Then the people at home will say "Okaeri nasai" to acknowledge that. If I've got it wrong please do correct me.]
[Bakura's line "My knife is my paintbrush and your body my canvas" was actually taken off a picture I once saw of Elmo. O_o]
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh. If I did, it would be a yaoi anime. O_o
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Bakura's POV
"I made breakfast for you!" I watch as Ryou, no, my slave, pops his head (no, not that head, as much as it would be interesting) through the door, smiling like the idiot he is.
Why the hell is that brat screaming so damn early in the morning? Its only 11am. Who cares about the dumb things he cooks. I roll around in bed so that I'm not facing the door. That way, even if he comes in, I won't see him. Him and his irritating likeness to me. We're so damn different that his mere existence is an insult to me. Just look at him ignoring what happened three nights ago. Hah, I'm surprised he can still walk. Damnit I should have done more. Oh well, there's always next time, eh?
As I drift off to sleep once more, I plot my revenge as I always do. It never fails to bring a content smirk to my face... Ah, the beauty of ultimately impaling the Pharaoh on my trusty dagger...
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Ryou's POV
As I shut the door behind me, I lean on the wall beside it and heave a sigh of relief. At least he didn't throw any sharp object in my direction, something he did quite often whenever he felt I was invading his privacy. Of course, I could have used our Mind Link, but I just had the need to check and see if he was ok.
Tristan and Joey say that I care for him too much. They think I'm showering unnecessary attention on the yami who hates me to the core. The truth is, I know how much my yami hates me, but I still love him nonetheless. He means alot to me, even if it is one of his personal fantasies to one day torture me till I die.
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Normal POV
Silently, Ryou made his way downstairs. As he went down the stairs, he suddenly gripped the banister, his face turning pale and scrunching in pain. Steadying himself, he slowly made his way down and then went to the bathroom. Switching the lights on, Ryou pulled his shirt up and looked at the wounds his yami had inflicted on him the three nights before. Deep gashes could be seen on many areas together with numerous bite marks. His back hurt greatly as well. He winced as the memory he had been denying the past few mornings flashed back to him...
~Flashback~
Ryou stepped into the room of his other self after he had been called. He looked around nervously for his yami as he had never been called to him like this before. Before he could find his other, a sharp dagger embedded itself in the wall just beside his face with a loud thump.
The dark haired boy jumped back in fright as he caught sight of the person who had thrown the weapon. Even in the darkness, Ryou could make out his yami's form chuckling evilly. Fear struck his heart as he inched his way backward, finally finding himself against the wall with the dagger.
"Come." He heard his yami say. He couldn't move. Ryou couldn't turn, couldn't run. He couldn't do anything.
"COME!!" Bakura shouted this time, anger dripping off his voice. Ryou shut his eyes and grimaced. He knew what was in store for him, but he could never really get away from it. He loved his yami greatly but never could understand why he did what he did. He had tried getting his yami to talk to him, but even he knew that it was like trying to get to Mars.
Reluctantly, he moved forward. 'Its only for a while,' he thought about how long it would take the wounds he received to heal. But deep in his heart, he knew it would take forever for the pain of what Bakura did to go away. In some weird way, it comforted him to know that even if it was for a while, Bakura would be free of the stress and anger he continuously built up due to the Pharaoh. In that sense, Ryou didn't mind that Bakura took an insane pleasure out of hurting him. Ryou stopped a few steps away from the bed where Bakura was sitting.
"Closer." Ryou took one small step forward.
"CLOSER!!" Ryou turned away from the menacing grin as he finally stood right infront of his yami.
"Heh." Ryou didn't even have time to think about what that meant as his yami pulled him downwards and crushed his mouth in a painful kiss. He didn't want to open his mouth to him but Bakura bit his lip and drew blood, forcing entrance while Ryou recovered from the shock of what the tomb robber had done.
After a while, Bakura released Ryou as he came up for air. He looked at the tearing boy infront of him and licked his lips menacingly of Ryou's blood. His hikari had been reduced to a trembling mass and it sickened him more than anything. His mind was made up as he pushed Ryou onto the bed. He was going to teach his other a lesson.
~(Note: T___T I probably shouldn't be writing this and you probably shouldn't be reading this but oh what the heck..)~
Bakura tore off Ryou's T-shirt with a wicked grin plastered on his face. He was straddling Ryou to the bed with his weight, making the smaller teen's attempts at escape futile. By then tears had began to cascade down the hikari's panicked face as he balled his fists in the sheets with a death grip. He could do nothing but whimper as Bakura began to rip his pants off. It was evident in Bakura's eyes what he wanted to do, Ryou had just been denying it all along. The furthest his yami had ever gone was actually stabbing him with a pen knife in the arm after beating him to a pulp, but tonight, he knew the undeniable truth was that Bakura planned to do much much more.
After a while, Bakura took in the angelic sight before him. His hikari was writhing under him, totally bare, which aroused him greatly. After tonight, his hikari would no longer be the pure boy everyone loved and respected. He made it a point to ultimately make Ryou lose all his friends, breaking him in the process, till the teenager was nothing but an empty shell of himself.
Before long, he shed himself of his clothes, still pinning the hapless plantinum haired boy to the bed. By then, Ryou had stopped his struggle and accepted his grim fate, shutting his eyes tightly and turning his head away. Bakura reached down to his nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a gleaming dagger. It was always handy to have more than one lying around, and tonight, his dagger would help him to achieve one of his ultimate pleasures.
No, he wasn't just going to take his hikari as it was. He was going to make Ryou suffer horribly before it all. Bakura licked the flat side of the blade and then pressed it to his hikari's exposed chest, swirling it in patterns until he reached Ryou's left thigh. His hikari's eyes shot open in horror as he turned the blade to the sharp part and pressed it into the flesh, creating a semi deep gash and allowing Ryou's crimson blood to ooze steadily out of the wound. He knew how much Ryou wanted to scream in pain but he grinned at he fact that his hikari knew better.
Ryou had grown accustomed to being hurt. He never screamed, it would just make Bakura more crazed and would drive him to make another 20 more gashes or so. This time though, whether or not Ryou screamed, Bakura planned to completely cover his hikari's body in similar wounds, something he had never done before. The thought brought a sick smile to his face. He brought the knife back up to Ryou's neck and let the coldness of the blade shock his hikari. Replacing the blade with his mouth, he sucked on the tender flesh, then bit down hard, tearing skin. Ryou's body jerked abit in response.
Running the blade down Ryou's chest, he made a similar gash, but it was much longer. This time, Ryou let out a small gasp as fresh tears began streaming down his paler than usual face. In his mind, he knew that it would all be over soon. Just not as soon as he hoped. By the time Bakura had made his seventh gash, Ryou couldn't take it anymore.
"...P-please... please s-stop..." Ryou begged as he winced in pain, his voice quivering with fear and hurt.
"I won't." Bakura said with finality as he got up to take a look at his masterpiece. Ryou's body was covered in blood. 'Red and white never looked so good together.' He smirked as he looked at the pale child. 'It brings a whole new meaning to that picture I saw with the words "My knife is my paintbrush and your body, my canvas."' He laughed at his sick humour as he began straddling Ryou again. The small teenager cried out in pain as every movement Bakura made opened his wounds further. He wanted it all to end, but he knew his yami had not had his fill yet.
Bakura spread his hikari's legs further and positioned himself at Ryou's entrance. In one quick motion, Bakura pushed himself into Ryou, causing the boy to arch his back and scream in agony. Of course he had not prepared him. Ryou gripped the sheets till his knuckles turned white. He was crying and begging for his yami to stop but he knew Bakura would not.
Bakura increased his pace as he pounded relentlessly into Ryou, not caring at all for the brown eyed boy below him. After a while, Ryou's tight heat drove him over the edge and he came, spilling his seed into the smaller one's passage. He smirked as he pulled himself out. Ryou looked like a broken doll with his life blood soaking the sheets. There was blood coming out of his entrance along with Bakura's semen but it was impossible to tell if it was due to the previous wounds or because Bakura had ruptured Ryou's passage. Its not like the yami cared anyway.
Ryou's tear stained face was illuminated by the moonlight streaking throught a small gap in the curtains. As Bakura left the room happy with himself, fresh tears formed and mingled with the blood on his face. He couldn't move to leave the room. He knew his yami wouldn't come back anytime soon anyway. His body hurt greatly and he couldn't even turn to cover his cold broken body with a blanket. After a while, darkness consumed him and he drifted into a sleep filled with nightmares.
~End of Flashback~ (Note: That wasn't so bad now, was it?)
Pulling his shirt back down, he left the bathroom and headed for the main door. He was about to leave to get some groceries, as well as more bandages and medicine; he was running low on both. As he walked through the living room, he caught sight of the Christmas tree. It brought back wonderful memories of the times when he and Bakura did it up together, before Bakura became the evil person he was now.
Walking up to the tree, he took one of the crystal ornaments and held it up, looking at the light bounce through it, emitting a kaleidoscope of colours. He thought of the times when both him and Bakura would each cut a piece of paper into what to them resembled a snowflake and write their Christmas wish on it. Then they would stand on their toes and try to put it as high as they could on the tree, and then read each other's snowflake on Christmas itself.
Nostalgia filling him, Ryou replaced the ornament and went back to his room. Taking the required stationery, he began making a paper snowflake and attached some string to hang it from. Finally, he took his silver pen and wrote his Christmas wish on it in cursive.
Standing infront of the tree, he reached as high as he could and hung it, smiling to himself. It had been a long time since he had done such a thing. With a hint of sadness, he looked to the side of the tree Bakura used to hang his own snowflake. His yami had stopped when he changed, calling what Ryou did a silly child's game.
Sighing, Ryou took one last look at his snowflake and the tree and made his way out.
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"Tadai-" Ryou stopped short of announcing his return when he realised that he didn't feel his yami in the building.
Instead, he had a fright when he saw a hooded figure sitting on the couch. He let out a small gasp of shock. What if the person there had gotten to Bakura first and hurt him? Terror filled the teenager.
"I've waited long for you, Tomb Robber." The figure said, malice lining his every word as he noticed the presence of the new person. Ryou looked at him suspiciously. Inwardly, he heaved a sigh of relief. At least he knew his yami was safe since the person greeted him as Bakura. It was obviously someone who knew about Bakura's past, yet not about himself. It then struck the platinum haired teenager that the suspicious figure meant to do his yami harm, and he wasn't about to reveal that he wasn't Bakura.
"Who are you?" Ryou said angrily, an emotion he didn't often show, but which was very characteristic of his yami. He was going to play along and protect his yami at all costs. The figure stood up in a graceful slow motion and turned to Ryou, his face still hidden in the darkness of his hood. It was now that Ryou could see its full height. The stranger was not very much taller then him. His frame was hidden by the black cloak he wore which was fastened together in the front by what looked like an ankh. The figure seemed extremely familiar. His height and voice were something Ryou had seen and heard before.
"Ahh, you've forgotten already? How could you forget the days when we raided the tombs of the pharaohs together?" The figure said, moving closer to Ryou as something moved suspiciously under his cloak. The brown eyed teen noticed this and began walking backwards cautiously. Something told him that this stranger was capable of something very drastic.
Ryou kept silent. Soon, the figure was less than three feet away from him.
"Have you forgotten how you BETRAYED me?!" The figure shouted as he lunged forward, exposing the dagger that was aimed at the hikari. Ryou made a sharp movement to the left and dodged but the pain from the wounds his yami had inflicted on him sent him falling to the floor on his knees. The hooded figure laughed.
"Getting rusty I see?" The hooded one knelt beside Ryou as the teenager gasped for breath, his face paling. He knew he had just opened almost all of his wounds.
Soon, the figure was laughing uncontrollably. "Finally... Finally I can have my revenge." With those words, the cloaked person raised the blade upwards and brought it down, stabbing Ryou in the stomach. The platinum haired one screamed as the blade went through him. He watched with glazed eyes as the figure stood up, leaving Ryou to bleed to death with a dagger through him. With tears in his eyes, Ryou passed out.
The hooded figure stood up and removed his cloak, grinning to himself as his blonde bangs covered his eyes. He licked one of his fingers that was covered in Ryou's blood. Revenge never tasted so sweet.
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(Note: Ahh, end of chapter 1. I know that was VERY VERY dark but I promise it will get better in the end ok? Do tell me what you think by leaving a review, it will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading so far. I plan to post the next chapter really soon as the story kind of happens in real time and ends on Christmas itself!! So I hope I can finish it by then. Take care!! Oh and can anyone guess who the hooded figure was? ^__^)
[Extra notes: What Ryou meant to say as he stepped into the house was "Tadaima". A term used to announce the fact that you're home. Then the people at home will say "Okaeri nasai" to acknowledge that. If I've got it wrong please do correct me.]
[Bakura's line "My knife is my paintbrush and your body my canvas" was actually taken off a picture I once saw of Elmo. O_o]