Me: Yay! Another new Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic! And this one is all about Ryou and Bakura :))
Bakura: Yeah whatever SilverHowl doesn't own Yu-GI-Oh!, just the plot
Ryou: Please read and review! ^^
Ryou shivered from the cold. He couldn't stand the cold basement floor anymore. He had been raised like this since he had been seven. On his seventh birthday, his father killed his mother and now his father treated him like a slave. He was seventeen now, he had endured ten years of physical as well as verbal abuse, hard labour, and poor living conditions. Most nights he starved and he would cry himself to sleep. He wanted it all to end, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not to mention, he could never bring himself to kill anyone, let alone himself. Then he heard a dreadful noise. Thundering feet coming down the stairs. It was midnight, so he had probably been out partying and drunk. His weary eyes looked up and when he saw his father he was even more terrified. He held an empty glass beer bottle in his hand. Ryou knew exactly what he would do. "Father, please no. Please don't do this!" His weak voice said. It only made his father more angry. He walked right over to Ryou. His large figure loomed over Ryou, and he smashed the bottle over Ryou's head. Ryou didn't even feel it this time, he just blacked out and hit his head on the concrete.
Outside, Bakura walked along the sidewalk. He heard glass shattering coming from someone's house. Bakura was quickly intrigued. He walked over quietly, and saw a window that must have been in the basement. It was a little small and rIght when he looked down, he could see someone. He hit his head on the concrete, and Bakura could see another man holding a piece of a beer bottle. He felt dread in his stomach. He looked back at the other one, and he saw a lot of blood on his head and the floor. Shattered glass was everywhere. "Oh no…" He said. The man walked out of the room leaving the unconscious one alone. Bakura knew what he should do. He felt the window, trying to see if there was a lock somewhere or if he could even open it. He started getting frustrated. "Fine, stupid window. I guess I'll just have to break you!" He said. He knew he would have to get him quickly, otherwise that other man would see him.
To Bakura, he looked like an innocent boy. But he knew that looks could be very deceiving. He knew this kid was probably seventeen, not much younger than himself. Bakura would be turning eighteen tomorrow. He then kicked the window smashing it open and the glass fell on the boy. Bakura jumped down. He picked the boy up in his arms, thankful he hadn't even woken up. He went back to the window and set the boy up on the ledge. He noticed a journal labeled 'Ryou'. "So that's your name.." He got onto the ledge, and looking back he saw that other man come in. "Hey! That's my son! Get back here!" He yelled. Son? So that was his father! That's just twisted. He's even worse than me and Marik combined! Okay, Marik is kinda crazy, but he wouldn't smash someone over the head with a beer bottle! Well, unless they deserved it. "You must be the worst father in history!" Bakura said. He got up, picking Ryou up with him and ran off.
When he got home, he first started by looking at Ryou's wounds on his head. It was a good thing the poor guy was asleep, because Bakura had to get a lot of glass out of him. Eventually he got all of it out, and he then wrapped bandages around his head to help with the bleeding. He saw a big blood stain by his stomach, and he lifted his shirt a little. There were a lot of knife marks scattered throughout his torso. He pulled it all the way off. He noticed one of the wounds must have reopened while he was running because it was bleeding. He grabbed more bandages and wrapped them around his torso. He then got a bad feeling. He carefully turned Ryou onto his back. There were even deeper cuts. He bandaged them to the best of his abilities, and he tried using a washcloth to clean up the dried blood. He noticed his ribs jutting out, like he had hardly eaten in the past week.
Bakura sighed. He couldn't believe how Ryou's father had treated him. He picked up Ryou, and carried him into the guest bedroom and laid him down pulling the comforter over him. "Sleep well, little Angel…" Bakura whispered before leaving the room. He yawned then made his way to his own bedroom. He would have rather had Ryou sleep with him, but the poor kid would probably be very frightened since he hadn't even known Bakura had taken him. He didn't sleep very long, and he knew he was up before Ryou. He got out of bed, and started to make some breakfast. He made french toast, bacon, and pancakes. He then heard a frightened yelp, he knew Ryou was up. And just in time for breakfast too. He started making their plates, and finished he started walking back over to Ryou's room. Since Ryou would probably be staying with him, he decided to call it his room instead of the guest bed. Hopefully Ryou wouldn't be to scared when he saw Bakura.