Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything…so yeah
Warning: It's boyxboy even those there's no real scenes of it….well there sort of is but not much.
AN: This could be considered a sequel to my story Normality. You probably wouldn't have to read that to understand this but if you liked this style of writing you may like that one. I got the idea when I was skimming over all my stories so I decided to add this sort of sequel…I'm not sure how it sounds but I hope you like it. :D
Hugs and Kisses
BlackEyedWicca
Borderline Of Insanity
Ryou Bakura resembled an Angel.
Everyone who saw him thought this at one point or another. He was just angelic in appearance, with his hair the colour of snow, his eyes a deep beautiful doe brown and when witnessed a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts.
But most of all it was his innocence.
Sadly all who saw him as an Angel never noticed his demons. He was drowning in a sea of them and not even the supposed people person and friend to all Yugi Mutou saw it.
No, the only person able to save him from his demons…from himself was a demon themself. His saviour was the Tomb Robber, the spirit of the ring, it was Bakura. He saw not an Angel but a broken boy who had the potential to be more.
So silently watching from the back of his mind he cared in the only way he could. He looked souls in dolls and destroyed the lives of those who would harm him.
Ryou understood all that was left unsaid. When they first were lovers and pain was a constant factor in Bakura's need he let it continue and soon enough it became his need as well.
Yet through all Bakura's touches, twisted love and blood splattered clothes Ryou still remained the picture of innocence...at least on the outside.
No one ever looked close enough to see that his form was darkening and his sanity was slowly fading.
His eyes were becoming cold, only to show warmth when he was alone with Bakura. However he was not as fully consumed as Bakura was, he still had his morals; he would not help Bakura kill.
For Bakura this was a challenge to conquer.
He provoked Ryou. He covered his body in the blood of those he had slain, he added more violence to the bedroom and he whispered stories of death and hate into his dreams.
As time past Ryou became more accepting of killing and the shadows that started surrounding him. As he listened to Bakura's voice he started to follow and watch his lover's killings.
It wasn't until one night that Ryou cracked. Men tried to touch him once. They only tried once before snapping the thin thread that held his morals and most of his sanity.
To Bakura there deaths were beautiful. They were destroyed with a swift and torturous force that only made him want the young boy more. When the last scream died all that was left of the men was the blood staining Ryou's once white hair.
With what little sanity Ryou still possessed he screamed Bakura's name into the night as his blood mingled with his essence that ran down his leg and onto the alley floor.
Bakura was his undoing, Ryou the boy with emotional problems, who wondered about his own normality, the angelic beauty was gone.
He was now a copy of his lover Bakura, he was a murderer, he was a shadow wielder.
He was a Fallen Angel standing on the border of his own insanity.
AN: Sooooooo whatcha think? I think it's pretty good….a little weird but I don't think its half bad. It's a little darker then Normality but I like it XD Feel free to review criticism is welcome, Thankyou 4 reading :D
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