And well, here it is. I have read so many Ryou abuse fics, I just HAD to go and write one of my own.. as you do.. -- and well, this is the result...
Disclaimer: No, I do not own YGO, It belongs completley to Kazuki Takashi. I A crazed fangirl was the owner and writer, then I can guarantee, it will be ful of yaoi, and lots more Malik and Ryou.. -salivates-
Chapter One: Defiance
"And so class, that concludes today's lesson. Homework-" The Teacher raised her voice over the ringing of the bell, and the students packing their bags- "Will be chapters seven, and eight. I want them read and a brief summary of each one. Have a good weekend!"
A certain white-haired teen groaned. Yeah, Gave a good weekend, Mrs Osaka. He sighed as he began to make his way out of the class.
"Oh, Mr Bakura, Can I please see you for a moment?" The woman's voice rang through the room. Ryou stopped, raising an eyebrow slightly as he walked over to her desk.
"Um, Ryou are you feeling all right?" She asked the sixteen-year-old in front of him. Ryou frowned slightly, nodding his head. "I-I'm Fine, Mrs Osaka. What makes you say that?"
Miko Osaka shuffled her papers, not quite looking Ryou in the eye. "You seem a little off-focus, falling asleep in classes, spending a lot of time on your own… I asked the other teachers, and they all agreed that you are showing the same kind of behavior."
Ryou's heart sank slightly. "Mrs Osaka, I swear, I'm Fine. I just need to be getting more sleep, that's all." He bowled slightly. "Ummm, Please excuse me, but I must leave now." Mrs Osaka nodded, frowning.
Outside the class, Ryou leaned against the wall, and sighed. Dammit, he though he had a pretty good cover going…
He walked down the now empty school hall to his locker, a few corridors away. Grabbing a few of his textbooks, and a notebook, he shoved it all in his book bag, and started for home. Ha! There's no such thing as home anymore, Ryou thought dryly to himself.
The blade of the knife dangled back, and forth. Back, and forth. Mesmerized by the shine of the quicksilver blade, the ancient spirit was surprised when the clock on the wall began to strike four.
wait a sec… Ryou was supposed to be home over half an hour ago? Where the hell was he? Bakura swore softly to himself, before getting up off the sofa, and wandering towards the open window, looking seven stories down onto the busy streets of Domino.
Damn Ryou, I TOLD him, always come home straight away! If he's been hanging out with the brat and his pathetic friends, there'll be hell to pay, he can be sure of that…
The lock on the front door of the small apartment clicked. Bakura Froze, before slipping as silent as a shadow into the small hallway.
Ryou was positively trembling with fear. He was in so, so, so much trouble and he KNEW it. Damn Anzu, cornering him in the hallways, before dragging him out to coffee… If he weren't so polite, Ryou would have just left, but…
In a way, he was slightly pleased with himself, going against he orders of the dark spirit. It kinda showed, that no matter how much Bakura hurt him, Ryou was still himself, still had his free will, even if that was the only thing he had left, and judging by the various hints Bakura was planning to take that away too..
Ryou shivered involuntarily. Speak of the devil…Well, demon.. Where WAS Bakura?
"Right here, you Baka." Ryou jumped at least a foot in the air.
"Bakura-sama, I-I-I-" Ryou was cut off by the Spirit seizing both of his shoulders, lifting him several inches in the air.
"Let me see… you were with that girl.. Anzu, weren't you?" Ryou's already frightened eyes widened even more in fear.
"N-no…" Ryou began, but Bakura shook him roughly by the shoulders.
"Liar," He breathed, his face only inches from the innocent boys. "I Told you to stay away from them, why don't you just learn Ryou!' His face was contorting slightly, in anger.
"No!" Ryou burst out. It was so uncharacteristic of him, Bakura almost dropped the trembling boy.
"What did you just say?" Bakura's voice was deadly quiet. Every fiber in Ryou's body was screaming for him to shut his mouth, or get seriously hurt. SHUT UP RYOU! He screamed to himself. JUST SHUT UP!
He didn't listen to himself. "I said, No!" Ryou took a deep breath. "I hate this, you cant control this, I can see who I want, and-and you cant stop me If I want to!" Ryou closed his eyes, expecting to get pulverized for what he said. Instead, Bakura dropped him, and took a step back from the smaller boy, his eyes, usually cold and narrowed, were wide in shock and anger.
Trembling, Ryou turned and fled from the lounge in pure fright, While Bakura stood unmoving the middle of the room. What the HELL had just happened? He thought to himself. Did Ryou just… fight back?
The Spirit kicked the couch, swearing loudly, godammit, he thought he BROKE Ryou, Months ago. Sitting down on the couch, he put his head in his hands.
He was just going to have to try harder to get what he wanted.
Ryou held his head in his hands as he watched the sunset from his small bedroom window. Perched on the corner of his desk, he had a perfect view of the fiery orb sinking towards the horizon. Ryou was trembling, unable to come to terms with what he did. I actually stood up to Bakura, He thought to himself, almost smiling. I'm not as weak as he says after all… He was so intent on watching the sun, he didn't hear the door open, and jumped in shock to see his Yami in front of him. Ryou slid off the desk, and backed into the corner, his large brown eyes never leaving the threatening blade in Bakura's hands.
"Now, Now Yadonushi, why so scared?" Bakura asked in a mocking tone, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic cold fire.
"I-I told you to stop calling me that!" Ryou said, slightly angry. "You have your own body now!" In a few mere seconds, The Tomb Robber had taken a few quick strides across the room, and had firmly grasped Ryou by his snowy white locks, the blade dangerously close to his throat.
"NEVER Speak to me like that," He whispered into Ryou's ear, using the same deadly tone as before. "Or Ill have no trouble in making sure you never talk again…" Ryou held his breath as he felt the cold metal press against his throat. His heart was pounding so hard, He was sure Bakura could hear it.
"Y-Yes Bakura-sama," He managed to whisper, before the sadist smirked, letting go of Ryou, and lowering the knife to his side. Ryou slumped up, against the wall, breathing hard. Lifting his head, Ryou gazed straight into Bakura's eyes, for a moment, and what Bakura saw made his blood run cold.
His usually wide and innocent eyes, the colour of melted chocolate were narrowed in.. anger? They kept their same hue, But Bakura saw shades of pain, sadness, and defiance… Bakura snarled, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.
Ryou slid against the wall, until he fell to his knees, and placed his head in his hands. He could feel hot tears stinging the back of his eyes, but refused to let them fall. Instead, he tried to think of something- anything that was happy.
God, Ryou hated to cry…
On the other side of the door, which was slammed shut by the angry Bakura, said demon smirked. He smirked, knowing exactly what his plan was. Beat Ryou up a bit- well, more than a bit. He did love to see the kid in pain- ignore him for a few days, and then play his trump card. He knew that Ryou was in love with him, and he was going to work that to his advantage…
A couple of days later, It was a Sunday. Being the day of the week where everybody (except housewives, kids and workaholics) slept in, usually until the early hours of the afternoon. Bakura was no exception.
When he finally did wake up on Sunday, it was eleven o-clock, and the sun was already high in the sky. Bakura shook himself awake, and then glanced down to the place on the floor where Ryou usually slept. He wasn't there. Straining his keen ears, Bakura listened carefully for any sounds of life in the apartment. Nothing. He could hear the kids next door, listening to their cartoon, and a lady vacuuming to his right, but his Apartment was as silent as a desert…
Frowning to himself, the Egyptian struggled himself out of bed, and pulling some clothes on, did a quick check of the apartment. Nothing. Ryou must have been going shopping. He then looked for a note. Again, nothing. Then, the realization hit Bakura like a ton of bricks. Ryou had gone to the brat's house for the day, without his permission at all! For a few moments, Bakura considered going over to the brat's house himself, but then mentally frowned. No, The Pharaoh wouldn't like it very much if he yelled at Ryou then abused the idiot in front of him, and then dragged the foolish boy home by his stupid, girlish hair.
Bakura growled to himself, before plonking himself down on the couch with some breakfast. Oh well, he could wait…
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Review, ne? I expect to have the next chappie up in a few days.