Yaaaaaaay HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYOU THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

I feel bad... This is so not fluffy -.-

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"Lara, what on earth are you still doing up?"

The small child froze, before slowly turning around, bright blue eyes fixated on the man who stood over her.

"I-I'm sorry, sir..." She lowered her gaze, digging a toe into the fake wooden planks. Her pink nightgown, too large for her and so ill-fitting, it slipped over one shoulder. "I-I just needed to use the bathroom... I'm going back to bed now, I promise." She raised imploring cerulean eyes up to her caregiver, nibbling on her lower lip. The taller man only slumped his shoulders in a long sigh, holding out his arms.

"Let me tuck you into bed, then." His tone was considerably gentler, and the little girl, trusting him, ran into the grey-clothed arms, stretched out just for her. "You okay?" He hefted the little body in his arms, blonde curls in his face as he walked towards her room.

"... No." She finally murmured, shaking her head as her eyes glistened with tears. The man frowned down at her in concern as he entered the little girls' bedroom, setting her down on the bed.

"Why not?" He pulled the single blanket, little more than a heavily dyed scrap of material over the girl as she lay down, turning her face towards the man. He sat down on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly stroking her tight little curls, strewn about the pillow like gold silk.

"This new house... It's really big, but its' old... and kinda creepy." She eyed the faded wallpaper with intense distaste. "Do we have to stay here now?"

"Hey, hey." The man took a slightly more serious tone as he looked down at the girl. "It's better than our little apartment, isn't it? Look at all the space you have here... And the swing on the porch..."

"Why did we move?" The little girl turned her face up to the man, frowning slightly. "Did Master get given this house?"

"... For his birthday." The man muttered, pulling the blankets up to her chin, and tucking them in. "And don't call him Master. You know he doesn't like that."

"I-I know..." She whispered, sniffing. The man frowned down at her, brown eyes narrowing in concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, his hand returning to those soft blonde curls. The little girl sniffed again, and swallowed.

"I-I miss Mummy and Daddy..." She finally murmured. "Wh-Why did he take me away from them?" The man looked away, unable to answer this question, one the little girl asked almost every night.

"I don't know." His voice was low, quavering. "Maybe he-"

BRING!

"My dinner!" Ryou jumped up, both dolls still in his hands. He hurriedly released his hand on the girl in her bed, blonde curls still stumbling across the plastic pillow, and left the man to slump over onto the floor, his wooden arms above his head. He spun around on his heel, and ran across the room, over the puddles of clothes and the creased and bent books, the puzzle pieces, and the other childish toys that shouldn't really be played with by a child of ten. "Goodie!" He yanked open the metal drawer, craning his neck to look at the food inside.

"Macaroni!" Ryou was beaming as he lifted the tray out of the drawer, inhaling the aroma of pasta-and-cheese, closing his eyes. As well as a small bowl of macaroni, Ryou had a blackcurrant juice box, and a soft, round bread roll for his dinner.

"What do you say?" The cool, female voice sounded from the speaker in the top corner, almost patronizing. Ryou stepped over a plush teddy bear, and set the slightly wobbling tray down on his card table with shaking hands.

"Thank you..." Ryou rolled his eyes as he chorused the words, smiling childishly as he stabbed the pasta with a plastic fork. He positively shovelled the food down his throat, which was the first food he'd had since before noon. Ryou swung his legs as he ate, spearing the top of his juice box with his little straw, slowly sucking on the white plastic tube. He was acting like a five year old at that moment, and with his innocent, childlike features, and tiny, almost unhealthy figure, he looked it too.

And yet this tiny, naive child was labelled one of the most dangerous people in the country.

Ryou slowly lowered the straw from his mouth, staring at the large two-way mirror that took up almost one wall. He knew that there would be people behind that mirror, looking at him, making notes, but all Ryou could see was his own reflection.

Well, that wasn't quite true...

"Enjoying dinner?" The voice was gentle, almost soothing in his ear. Ryou blinked, and turned his head slightly, to look at the semi-transparent face close to his.

"Well... It's better than the chilli I had last night." Ryou smiled. "But it's kinda crusty at the top and some of the cheese is in clumps..."

"Bastards." Ryou jumped, his wide brown eyes fixated on the spirit beside him.

"Th-That's not a nice thing to say." The boy argued, frowning slightly. Bakura only snarled, flashing a glimpse of his sharp canines.

"They lock you in here like a prisoner, and they can't even fucking feed you." Bakura growled, clenching a corporeal hand into a fist. "It's not fair on you."

"I-I hurt people..." Ryou pushed his half-finished food away, finishing his appetite as he stared down at the surface of the card table. His insides burned with guilt as he toyed with his juicebox, unable to stare at his dollhouse – his recent birthday present- in the corner.

"I hurt people." Bakura clarified with a malicious smirk. "And give you more pretty toys to play with, don't I?" Ryou's heart sank a little more, and he kept his eyes fixed on his plate, tightly clutching the edges of his plastic folding chair.

"Y-You do." Ryou breathed quietly, his head bowed, chin trembling. A tiny smile formed on Bakura's face, not warm and friendly, but cold and malicious.

"And you like taking care of the dolls, don't you?" Bakura's voice grew colder, more manipulating.

"I-I do." Ryou nodded weakly, agreeing. It passed the time, more or less. "It... Gives me a purpose." He finished, his hands shaking.

"You're such a good boy." Bakura crooned, his eyes half-lidded as he murmured the words into Ryou's ear. "And good boys get rewarded, don't they?" Ryou was silent and still for a long moment, before biting his lip and nodding.

"T-They do." Ryou kept his voice low, tried not to move his lips too much. Perhaps if it didn't look like he was talking to anyone, and he kept his voice low enough, they wouldn't know...

"Don't be ashamed of me." A semi-transparent hand slowly started to move up to Ryou's hair. "Sharing your body, your soul with me makes you great." Ryou was starting to shiver, his heart thudding.

"I-I lost Daddy..." Ryou whimpered, his voice high and afraid. "I-I miss him..."

"Oh, I know you do." Bakura purred. "But look now. Everyone has sat up and taken notice of you. Look at you, boy. You've been in the papers, the news... Everyone knows who you are." Ryou swallowed, starting to sweat just a little. "You've even met that Prime Minister that everyone makes a fuss over."

"I don't want people to know me." Ryou blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. Tears were a weakness in Bakura's eyes. "I just wanna be normal..." Bakura actually laughed, albeit only a soft chuckle, and shook his head, wild white hair falling in his eyes.

"Normal? You?" He crowed. "Look Ryou. You're in an underground cell of a maximum-security prison. The only reason you're not in constant chains is because you're only ten." Ryou sniffed, pressing his lips together. It was becoming increasingly harder to suppress his tears. "Don't start crying."

"I'm not." Ryou shook his head, before standing up abruptly and grabbing his tray, before the disembodied voice in the ceiling could tell him to put it away. "I have to dress the dolls." He announced, setting his half-finished meal into the metal drawer, his only link to the outside world, and slamming it shut. Bakura only watched coolly as Ryou crouched back in front of his doll house, taking one of the women figures from a downstairs bed. There was something so oddly pure, and disturbing at the same time, as Ryou gently undressed the doll out of her ill-fitting pyjamas, and into a long blue dress that fell past her feet.

"It's breakfast time!" Martha chirruped, opening the fridge door. "Does anyone want to eat?"

"I do, I do!" The little boy, about nine, bounded into the room, his blonde hair tousled and matted, pyjamas too short in the leg. "Do we have any toast?" The woman smiled, and turned around, her hands on her hips as she glowered down at the little boy that was not her son.

"Get dressed first." She muttered firmly, her own brown curls still unruly. "And then we'll see about some breakfast... In your night clothes... What would your mother say?"

"She would tell me too get changed first." The boy screwed up his face. "Oh-kay, I'll go and get dressed..." His shoulders were slumped as he left the kitchen to go and change into his clothes.

"Boys." Martha shook her head, hunting around under the kitchen sink for the toaster.

It was his duty really, to look after the dolls, to let them live out their lives in this chipped, old-fashioned dolls' house. Bakura knew it was. He knew Ryou wouldn't ever forgive himself if he abandoned the dolls to just lay there, in a box or on a shelf. That was why he reacted so strongly when the doctors and guards first took his dolls away. He screamed and cried and refused to eat until they were returned to him. And then, he needed extra clothes to dress them into, and groom them, so they 'didn't feel yucky in the same clothes all the time.' Bakura knew, to anyone else, that Ryou would seem quite insane from his obsession. But they had never been around to see a doll created. Never heard the screams of the victims as their souls were ripped from their bodies and forced into the tiny figures. Ryou had, and, wracked with guilt, had taken care of the dolls from day one. And Bakura could never comprehend why. They were people that had hurt Ryou. The blonde boy that his lighter half was dressing right then used to pick on Ryou all the time at school, and call him awful names. The woman was his cruel piano teacher. And the little girl... Well, she got in his way more than anything... There were at least twenty of the dolls in that house, and it ran Ryou ragged, struggling to try and give the dolls –the dolls he convinced himself that could hear and see everything- some sort of make-believe happy family life. It was... Sad.

Bakura was silent as he slowly crossed the room, his eyes locked on Ryou, who played with the dolls, his cadence randomly raising and lowering to replicate the voices that the people once had. It looked almost sweet. Bakura slowly bent down, crouching on the floor, until he was behind Ryou, staring at the back of his head. He leaned in slowly, closing his eyes to enjoy the smell of Ryou's hair. The boy still played with the dolls, unaware of the spirit behind him. Bakura leaned back, and slowly extended a pale, bony hand, his finger touching Ryou's hair.

The boy froze, eyes widening, and slim white hands clinging tightly to his dolls. Bakura's face was emotionless as he slowly slid the finger down Ryou's hair, until he was stroking the cloth of Ryou's shirt. The whitenette was shaking as Bakura added another finger, lowering his touch until he had reached the little bit of skin where his shirt was hiked up from bending over. Ryou gasped audibly as Bakura's fingers brushed the skin on his lower back, totally freezing. The yami was totally silent as his bony fingers slowly started to slide back up Ryou's back, the cold digits underneath the shirt this time. Ryou's mouth fell open, and he clenched the dolls tightly in his shaking hands. His young, innocent mind had absolutely no idea what Bakura was doing to him, having totally no sexual experience whatsoever. The spirit didn't even really know what he was doing himself, as he slowly flattened his palm over Ryou's back. The boy closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.

"God." Bakura muttered as his translucent hands managed to completely cover Ryou's back, his thumb touching one side, and his pinkie touching the other, his left hand placed on the soft, silky skin above the right, covering Ryou's back from the nape of his neck to his lower back. Although his hands didn't look solid, and was visible only to Ryou's eyes, the white-haired boy still managed to feel Bakura's touch. "You're so tiny." He rumbled the words in Ryou's ear, the boy biting his lip as his eyes stung. Bakura's corporeal hands, icy cold, slowly started to move around to the boys' front, earning a soft cry from Ryou.

"Stop!" His voice was high and frightened as he dropped the dolls' in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes. Bakura frowned, and yanked his hands away from Ryou's shirt in surprise, staring at Ryou's back. "Stop it!" Ryou bent over, starting to cry. Bakura slowly stood up, staring down at the boy. Ryou held his face in his hands as he cried, despite the fact that it was so against Bakura's orders, so deep was his misery and confusion.

"Stop crying." Bakura growled the words, low in his throat. His voice was rough and had a hard edge of anger. "Stop crying now." Ryou shook his head, his hair falling over his shoulders and arms. "I command you to stop!" Ryou only sobbed harder. He felt violated, but didn't know why. All he knew was that the way Bakura had touched him was wrong, so very wrong...

"Ryou, STOP!" Bakura screamed at the top of his lungs, leering over the boy. "How dare you not follow my orders like this!" Ryou slowly, shakily raised his head from his hands, and arched his neck back, staring open-mouthed at Bakura. The spirit stared down at Ryou, and his wide brown eyes brimming with innocent naivety and confusion, and pain. "And don't look at me like that!" Ryou slowly closed his eyes, and brought his head back down, pressing his lips together to try and suppress the flow of tears.

"... Go to bed." Bakura finally managed to mutter through gritted teeth. Ryou hiccupped, shaking. "Now." The boy moaned, shaking his head as he rubbed desperately at his eyes, his back still icy cold from Bakura's touch. "Ryou, go to bed now, or there will be consequences!" Bakura slowly stood up, his hands on his hips, but the little whitenette didn't move.

"Ryou..." His blood was boiling. "If you don't go to bed right now, then I will personally turn you into a doll!" It was an empty threat, and both Ryou and Bakura knew that he wouldn't go through with it, but it got his point across. Ryou weakly got up to his feet, and stumbled across to his bed in a daze. He sat down on the mattress, clutching the edge with shaking hands. He stared down at the floor, his mouth slightly open. Tears still dripped down his cheeks, and he didn't bother to brush them away, knowing they would come right back anyway.

"Undress and get into bed." Bakura commanded, using his height to his fullest advantage, leering over the thin teenager. Ryou gulped, and nodded. He pulled his grey sweatpants down his slim pale legs, and then lay down on the mattress, groping around for his blanket, bunched up at the end of the bed.

"No." Bakura growled, his nose crinkling in a snarl as he looked at the teenager. "Don't go to sleep yet Ryou, you're not undressed are you?"

"Wh-What..." Ryou looked down at his tee-shirt and underpants, trembling. "N-No..."

"Then do it." Bakura retorted, his voice sharp, and expression smouldering."Don't you dare disobey me like this."

"O-Okay." Ryou hiccupped, not wanting to fight, not wanting to face the consequences. He pulled off his shirt easily, and his underwear followed. He lay down on his stomach, purely to hide himself from Bakura, pulling the thin blankets roughly over himself, and burying his face in the pillow, shaking madly. He was simply terrified of the spirit who was hovering over him. Ryou was so confused, still felt incredibly violated, and was beginning to feel extremely sick. Bakura smirked, and sat down on the edge of the bed, still hovering over Ryou's tiny frame. He touched his smooth shoulder, gently, and the boy bit back a cry, pressing his face against the pillow so close he almost smothered himself, his arms reaching out to hug it. Wrap around it tightly, desperately. Bakura ran his hand down Ryou's back again, dragging the blankets down.

And behind the one-sided mirror, five doctors, scientist and psychologists, froze as the blankets continued to move of their apparently own accord, before they were tossed carefully to the floor. Bakura had done it, but the spirit was totally invisibly to them.

"Please..." Ryou begged weakly, starting to sob as the pressure on his back increased, pushing him into the mattress. "Oh God..." He breathed, as Bakura leaned over, his long wild hair brushing against his skin. "Don't do this to me..." Ryou pleaded tearfully, his voice muffled. Please.

"Do what?" Bakura whispered, purring the words in Ryou's ear. "Oh, come now, Ryou. What kind of sick pervert do you take me for? I wouldn't do anything to hurt you... Much." Ryou whimpered, flinching away from Bakura. "Pathetic child."

"I-I am a child." Ryou sobbed. "I-I'm a kid and you're... You're doing this..." Bakura stared down at the shaking, frail boy who lay beneath him, cold, terrified and alone. Leave it.

"... Just shut up and go to sleep." Bakura stood up, and turned around, folding his arms. Ryou sniffed, and pulled the blankets up higher around himself, curling over to one side. He wiped his eyes on the pillow, his chin trembling. Bakura waited fifteen minutes, before he turned around again, noticing Ryou's breathing was deep and even. He stared down at the thin, frail form, who had clearly cried himself to sleep, his hands on his hips. He bent over slowly, making sure he didn't startle the boy, and reached out, brushing a lock of stunning white hair out of Ryou's face. He ran a bony, semi-corporeal finger down the side of the childs' face, who sighed in his sleep. His innocence and frailty was still such a strange thing to Bakura, who took the opportunity to exploit it whenever he could.

You're such a pretty little thing. Bakura mused, twirling a little piece of hair around his bony finger. And I'm going to keep you frail and beautiful forever.

Ugh. Morning. Ryou wrinkled his nose as his mind was slowly lifted from the sweet fog of unconsciousness. He rubbed at his eyes, and eventually rolled over, groaning. He'd been having dreams again... Dreams about his past, dreams about when he lived in that cell in England...

Thank God it got leaked to the public, what they were doing. Ryou sighed as he pushed back the blankets, swinging over the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. Bakura was right, it was way easier for him to break me out of a foster home and take us here. Ryou yawned as he stood up, shuffling across the bedroom floor and over to the bathroom. On the other side of the bed, Bakura slept soundly, snoring lightly.

Ryou turned the shower on silently, leaning against the wall and staring into space, in a daze. He was still half-asleep, but the scalding water managed to wake him properly. As per usual, Ryou spent his ritualistic twenty-five minutes under the shower, washing his hair twice, making sure he covered every inch of his body in expensive shower gel, shaving his legs, and brushing his teeth. When he returned to his bedroom, Bakura was awake in bed, sitting upright, with his arms crossed. Ryou said nothing as he towelled the damp from his skin, and eventually dropped it to the floor, grabbing at his bottle of moisturiser on the dressing table.

"Need help?" Bakura smirked as Ryou sat down on the bed naked, starting at his toes. The teenager shook his head silently, rubbing his greasy hands over his left foot, rubbing in the cream. "Sure?"

"I can get it all." Ryou gritted his teeth as he started on his ankles, his hands starting to shake. "Do you have something to say to me at all?"

"Do I?" Bakura lay back down, staring at Ryou as he slowly rubbed the moisturiser into himself, eyeing Ryou's smooth, silky legs.

"Yes." Bakura's breath caught in his throat as Ryou began to work on his thighs, working in the cream the same way he had done every morning, just as Bakura had instructed him to. "It's September the second, remember?"

"... Oh, yes." Bakura's lips twisted in a smile, and he sat back up, biting back a groan. "That's right... It's your birthday, 'aint it?"

"I'm fifteen." Ryou worked on his stomach, smiling. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Means I'm not a kid anymore."

"Remember when you were ten?" Bakura muttered off-handedly. "Remember how you started to freak out whenever I touched you funny?" Ryou rolled his neck slightly, rubbing the moisturiser on his shoulders, unable to look Bakura in the eye

"And you calmed me down by saying no sex until I was fif..." Ryou trailed off, brown eyes widening, and slowly filling with tears of fear. "teen..."

"You have a long memory." Bakura tilted his head to one side as he stared at Ryou's naked form, so many filthy thoughts running through his mind.

"No." Ryou, although his wasn't finished, snapped the lid of his moisturiser shut, throwing it onto the bed. "I'm not ready..." He started to shake. "I-I'm n-not-"

"Get ready for school." Bakura muttered, rolling over, and slowly opening his side table drawer. Ryou sniffed, and walked over towards his mirror. He applied the eye-liner carefully, trying not to wobble the pitch black line, and then took his tube of tinted lip gloss.

"I-I don't know why you even said that." Ryou's speech was slightly impaired as he applied the flavoured lip gloss, and pressed his lips together, making sure he had applied it evenly. Despite the fact he wore make-up, no one school ever made fun of him, not after what had happened to those bullies a mere week after he had enrolled. "You're just making me stressed."

"You're sounding as though I'm not being serious." Bakura smiled in triumph as he found the shoe-box sized cartoon he had been looking for.

"Please..." Ryou was near tears as he shook his head, turning to Bakura. "Not today. I-I just want to enjoy myself, Bakura... I just want my birthday to be happy for once..."

"Speaking of which," Bakura held out his box. "I got you a present." Ryou froze, and stared at Bakura, who was still holding it out. "Take it already."

"This... Is for me?" Ryou was confused, as he took the box from Bakura's hands. "Really?"

"Yup." Ryou sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling the top off the box. There was a wide smile on his face as he looked down at the box, and he froze, staring down at the box in shock.

Dolls.

Five lifeless dolls stared up at him.

A mother, a father, twin girls, and a little baby, all trapped in intricately carved wood and finely stitched cloth, their faces twisted in terror. Ryou screamed, and dropped the box, jumping up and taking a step back.

"Oh GOD." Ryou screamed, holding his hands over his mouth, his knees weak. Bakura smirked, and pushed back his half of the blankets, standing up."Oh God oh God oh God..." Ryou moaned, holding his head in his hands. "What have you done?" He cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. Bakura lifted a doll out of the box, and held it in his hand, eyes glittering with sadistic malice.

"Oh, I got you some dolls." Bakura grinned, baring his sharp teeth. "What, you don't like them?"

"Y-You sick twisted freak." Ryou choked out, sobbing. "H-How could you?"

"I got you a whole happy family." Bakura's smile grew. "Aren't they pretty?" He dropped the little girl he was holding back into the box, cackling manically. "I know you miss the dolls you had in England. You miss looking after them, don't you?"

"How could you..." Ryou repeated blankly, his chest heaving with sobs. His eye-liner ran down his cheeks in two little black rivers. "Why?"

"I've already told you why." Bakura took a step closer to Ryou, to breathe into his ear. "What, you don't like my birthday present?"

"You're a monster." Ryou took a step back, staring at Bakura in disgust. "You're a twisted monster, Bakura!" He grabbed blindly at the first pair of trousers he could find on the floor, which were Bakura's, and dragged them on. Because Bakura had controlled Ryou's diet, forcing him to only eat light salads and fruit to keep his slim waistline, they almost fell down his lean hips, but Ryou was past caring. He snatched up a shirt, and pulled it on also, fluffing out knotted, messy hair out from under his shirt that he hadn't brushed yet.

"Where the hell are you going?" Bakura snarled, angry as Ryou started to leave the room, wiping at his smudged eyes. "Ryou!" The teenager turned around, holding the door-frame as more tears leaked from his eyes. The next words he spoke were soft, shaking, and filled with so much pain, it would make any person who really had a heart feel sick with guilt.

"I-I'm going to go buy a dolls' house."

Awwwwwhhh sad one XD

Oh well.

R&R!