Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, there would be a hell of a lot of shounen ai and Bakura/Malik and their yami's would get a hell of a lot more air time...for the shounen ai of course.
Author's Note: Yes, I realize this topic has been exhausted, murdered, resurrected and killed again but I insofar have not written an angst ficcy between Bakura and Ryou and need to add my two cents...::looks through pocket::...maybe one cent. Please tell me if it gets too boring but I want people to know I've worked hard on this. Friend or foe, review or flame, I welcome both. Plus, this is my first chapter fic. be nice
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~* *~ is lyrics
thoughts
Ryou's POV
~*Black eyes, don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom*~
A fourteen year old Ryou stood in the middle of his room, waiting. His yami usually came in at this time to "teach Ryou a lesson." But Ryou knew the truth. Ryou saw the scars that Bakura bore, scars which were mirror-images of the ones he was giving to Ryou. He was trying to turn Ryou into himself. Trying to make Ryou suffer what he did. But Ryou was tired of this. Tired of the broken ribs and the bruise-littered skin. He was tired of lying to his friends and this was going to stop, one way or another.
~*Positively never going back
I won't live where things are so out of whack
No more rolling with the punches
No more using or abusing*~
Ryou didn't care about this life anymore. The future didn't hold anything for him, he had no drive, no motive or ambition. He had nothing. He knew nothing. Nothing expect hurt. Each scar on his body represented a day that he didn't die. But he didn't want the hurt. He didn't want the scars.
Bakura pushed the door open and slammed it behind him. He did not show surprise to see Ryou standing in the middle of the room, his fists clenched and nails digging painfully into his palm. But it didn't matter. This happened before. But that didn't put his yami off. He walked over to Ryou and innocently pushed his hair back, twirling a stand of silver locks around his slim fingers. Ryou cringed at the actions. Bakura's impassive face didn't change as he put another hand to the younger boy's throat and shoved him against the nearest wall. Ryou struggled to stand again as he heard his heartbeat in his ears. His mind was made up. It ends tonight.
~*I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please- no more
Black eyes, don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom
Black eyes, all behind me
Sad tears will never find me now*~
"Are you still trying to fight back," Bakura asked, his voice clearly telling Ryou that any attempts at self-defense were futile. Ryou shook his head. His back hurt from the impact with the wall but he focused on Bakura again. "Come on," he thought. "Just like in the past, hit me. But kill me this time. It's not like you don't want to. I promise I won't fight back but I won't beg for mercy either. Mercy won't help me perish."
~*Definitely found my self-esteem
Now I'm going to be forever free to dream
No more crying in the corner
No excuses- no more bruises*~
Bakura pulled out his favorite hunting knife and twirled it around his fingers skillfully, licking his lips like a predator before laying a kiss on the blade. He walked over to Ryou standing at the wall, pale and sweaty, yet his eyes burning. The knife was traced down his cheek as an intimate lover's caress before stilling at his chest, pointed threateningly. Ryou closed his eyes for a lengthy moment, saying a hasty prayer to the gods before looking into the crimson eyes before him. Taking one last look at his yami, he threw himself onto Bakura, the knife finding it's sheath within his chest. "It ends now."
~*Its all behind me now, they'll never find me now
Found my self-esteem, I'm forever free to dream*~
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Lady Maeve: Like I said in the beginning; review or flame, I welcome both. Thankies!!!!
Oh, and this song was by ::shudder:: Shania Twain but the lyrics fit. (no offense to Shania Twain fans but she's so...pop-musical-like)
Author's Note: Yes, I realize this topic has been exhausted, murdered, resurrected and killed again but I insofar have not written an angst ficcy between Bakura and Ryou and need to add my two cents...::looks through pocket::...maybe one cent. Please tell me if it gets too boring but I want people to know I've worked hard on this. Friend or foe, review or flame, I welcome both. Plus, this is my first chapter fic. be nice
~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~
~* *~ is lyrics
thoughts
Ryou's POV
~*Black eyes, don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom*~
A fourteen year old Ryou stood in the middle of his room, waiting. His yami usually came in at this time to "teach Ryou a lesson." But Ryou knew the truth. Ryou saw the scars that Bakura bore, scars which were mirror-images of the ones he was giving to Ryou. He was trying to turn Ryou into himself. Trying to make Ryou suffer what he did. But Ryou was tired of this. Tired of the broken ribs and the bruise-littered skin. He was tired of lying to his friends and this was going to stop, one way or another.
~*Positively never going back
I won't live where things are so out of whack
No more rolling with the punches
No more using or abusing*~
Ryou didn't care about this life anymore. The future didn't hold anything for him, he had no drive, no motive or ambition. He had nothing. He knew nothing. Nothing expect hurt. Each scar on his body represented a day that he didn't die. But he didn't want the hurt. He didn't want the scars.
Bakura pushed the door open and slammed it behind him. He did not show surprise to see Ryou standing in the middle of the room, his fists clenched and nails digging painfully into his palm. But it didn't matter. This happened before. But that didn't put his yami off. He walked over to Ryou and innocently pushed his hair back, twirling a stand of silver locks around his slim fingers. Ryou cringed at the actions. Bakura's impassive face didn't change as he put another hand to the younger boy's throat and shoved him against the nearest wall. Ryou struggled to stand again as he heard his heartbeat in his ears. His mind was made up. It ends tonight.
~*I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees
Begging please- no more
Black eyes, don't need 'em
Blue tears, gimme freedom
Black eyes, all behind me
Sad tears will never find me now*~
"Are you still trying to fight back," Bakura asked, his voice clearly telling Ryou that any attempts at self-defense were futile. Ryou shook his head. His back hurt from the impact with the wall but he focused on Bakura again. "Come on," he thought. "Just like in the past, hit me. But kill me this time. It's not like you don't want to. I promise I won't fight back but I won't beg for mercy either. Mercy won't help me perish."
~*Definitely found my self-esteem
Now I'm going to be forever free to dream
No more crying in the corner
No excuses- no more bruises*~
Bakura pulled out his favorite hunting knife and twirled it around his fingers skillfully, licking his lips like a predator before laying a kiss on the blade. He walked over to Ryou standing at the wall, pale and sweaty, yet his eyes burning. The knife was traced down his cheek as an intimate lover's caress before stilling at his chest, pointed threateningly. Ryou closed his eyes for a lengthy moment, saying a hasty prayer to the gods before looking into the crimson eyes before him. Taking one last look at his yami, he threw himself onto Bakura, the knife finding it's sheath within his chest. "It ends now."
~*Its all behind me now, they'll never find me now
Found my self-esteem, I'm forever free to dream*~
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Lady Maeve: Like I said in the beginning; review or flame, I welcome both. Thankies!!!!
Oh, and this song was by ::shudder:: Shania Twain but the lyrics fit. (no offense to Shania Twain fans but she's so...pop-musical-like)
