so here it is, i know ive taken forever on it. dont hurt me...

chaptor two: anger

Ryou stared into the crazed red eyes of the boy in front of him. they caught and held him. And seemed so endless. Like they'd seen all here was to see. Ryou got the creepy feeling that this boy could, and would kill him. And laugh while he did it. Ryou couldn't look away.

"What are you doing down in this hell, angel?" his voice was like snake venom. Painful to the ears but oh, so sweet. the words cut to his heart. wrapped up in so much pain. Ryou wasn't sure what to make of this. But he liked the pain. It felt good.

"not an angel" Ryou muttered. The painter cocked his head to the side.

"what was that?"

"I'm not an angel." Ryou said defiantly. The small space in which they were confined seemed to get smaller. it was a battle of wills. and he was not going to lose. They glared at each other. till the other started to laugh. it was a sad sound, Ryou couldn't help but wonder what it might have sounded like if they weren't in this place. if they were normal kids. meeting for the first time.

"You better hurry back to the land of white, little angel. the crazies are looking for you."

"My names Ryou, not angel." Two tall men came running through the paintings. Dr. willow was walking slowly behind him.

"oh thank god! Ryou your safe!" Ryou looked at them. why wouldn't he be?

"Do you mind? I'm trying to make new friends here. isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Act normal till you let me out?" Dr. willow pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his forehead.

"yes, but not with HIM." was his only reply.

"dr. willow how nice to see you" the boy said in his sweetest voice. his eyes bored into the green haired doctor.

"good morning, i see you've met our new friend, Ryou?"

"aw you mean the little angel boy. yes we were having the Best conversation. Want to talk with us?" the two men that had come with Dr. willow were inching away. They tried to show no emotion, but you could see slips of fear here and there.

"not right now i have to take Ryou to ..." the man faltered. Trying to think of somthing. " .. to appointment it's his turn." the boy looked straight at Ryou and a in a chilling tone.

"if he try's anything there's a knife under the chair that he has you sit in. it's up in the springs. Your free to use it"

"There is no such thing!" spluttered Dr. willow. "is there?" he yelled at one of the orderly to go check.

"Ryou come with me." and with no room for argument he dragged Ryou off.

"what was that all about! He yelled after they left the room. The doctor had finally let go of him.

"its best you stay away from that particular guest.." he was mopping his brow again. and wringing his hands. he stopped a nurse walking by.

"it looks like its time to give HIM his meds." she nodded. and walked off. Dr. willow checked his watch.

"oh look its tie for lunch head to the lunchroom. sit with yugi he's a good boy. you'll be good friends." he walked off leaving Ryou alone. Ryou looked up and down the hall way. there really was nothing for him to do but go to the lunch room.

Ryou walked in to the small lunch room. small round tables littered the room. only a few were occupied. Ryou didn't feel like eating, but got some just so that he would have something to do. he sat off in a far corner. on it sat a few books. they were all mostly ones he'd red but as he thumbed through the pages of a random manga, he came onto a page were the main character was walking into a battle field. Crows flew overhead.

"the horror! what have i done?" he screamed. Sinking to his knees. Ryou put the book down and suppressed a laugh. Was this supposed to make him feel bad? He ripped a chunk of bread off. And munched on it. Looking threw another book.

"you're alive!" Ryou looked up into the amethyst eyes of Yugi.

"what's your problem?"

"its just I've never seen anyone but Dr. willow go into HIS den and come back without getting stabbed." sure the boy was crazy but i mean this was a safe place. they wouldn't let that guy hurt him.

"who is HE?" yugi twitched. "i made it out alive, as you say. i deserve to know."

"everyone just calls it HIM, but whatever. Tell me what happened!" Ryou looked at the young boy in front of him. and not for the first time had the mad urge to slap him. There was something about him that was just so off it drove Ryou nuts.

"Not until you tell me about HIM." Ryou turned his back to yugi and went on ignoring him.

"did you get a good look at him?" asked the tan boy from the art room.

"yes.."

"its so weird but he looks so much like you..D-do you know him?" Ryou thought back to the crazy boys face. it was indeed a lot like his.

"no i have never seen him before in my life." ryou was already tiring of the conversation.

He turned back to his meal. feeling even emptier.

A voice rang out.

"what are you up to humans?" Ryou turned knowing that voice instantly.

The crazy eyed boy from earlier strode in. All around him people shrunk away. Yugi seemed to sink even lower into his seat. And even the strange teen named trision, (who ryou hadn't seen move from that spot all day),eyes grew wide and he got up trying to leave.

"Were are you off to tristion?" HE strode up to tristion, who was almost a foot taller than him. And eye brow raised asked.

"No were.." his voice was broken and trembling. HE tilted his head to the side.

"Long time no see hu?" tristion said nothing. he only let out a breath of air as HE moved on.

"yugi? still short as ever it seems. seto, playing card games are we?" no one said anything.

and for a fraction of a second HIS face fell.

"AW!" HE exclaimed. "Its my little angel"

"my names Ryou. remember it."

"or what? what can you possibly do to me?" Ryou looked him up and down and whispered.

"you have no idea what i can do."

*RYOU's POv*

i glared at him angrily. Everything about him drew me in. His voice even his looks and it killed me. Made me feel weak. And i can't take being weak for a moment longer. id rather be dead.

I sucked in a large breath of air and got up. standing i still wasn't as tall as him. he was watching me with the eyes of a lion about to pounce. it started to become difficult to put one foot in from of the other, under his gaze.

but somehow i managed to walk out of the room. i let out the air in my lungs. and walked till i found the outside door.

There was only one door to the outside. and it wasn't really outside. Walls lined all the inner sides. all there was out there was a an old church. Everything was rotting or taken over by the thick vines grown all over it. it smelled nicer out here. it felt more real. Fresh air, not like the kind inside that tasted like it was stale.

Dr. Willow had said they were allowed outside to the church and courtyard as long as they didn't brake anything. We could even go inside if we wished to.

i walked up the rotting wooden doors and pushed as hard as i could. They came open with a great amount of creaking and sequels. it was dark inside. the only light came from the holes in the roof. A drop of water dripped down on my nose and slid off leaving me with an even colder feeling.

what was i doing in here? its not like i was going to pray. I'm not religious. But somehow i found myself sitting in one of the pews staring up at the sky through the broken roof.

i dint even hear the footsteps or HIs breathing till he was right behind me. i could feel my self tensing up. with as much control as i could i relaxed. i wasn't going to let him intimidate me. i would bend to no man.

We just sat like that for an unbearably long time. to my surprise a priest came in on silent feet. his only sound was the swishing of his robes. he lit the candles and shut the windows.

what was the piont? the roof was full of holes doing that won't do any good.. Soon he shuffled off and was gone.

"you have my attention what do you want?" i asked quietly.

"i want nothing from you."

"Then why are you here?"

"pain." i turned to look behind me. HIS face was pail and like a mask of nothing.

"Pain?" He stood walking to the nearest candle. he placed a long fingered hand over the edge of the flame. He dipped it closer and closer.

"stop. i don't want the smell of flesh in here. And you'll just hurt yourself." i pretended to look as if i couldn't care less

but I think a note of worry escaped in my voice.

"If i touch a burning candle i can feel no pain. if you cut me with a knife its all the same." HE sung quietly. humming the tune. i remembered it. it had been such a long time but i knew the song. it was one from the corpse bride movie. in spite of myself i began to hum along. HE dipped his hand right into the flames.

Without meaning to i lunged forward and pulled it away knocking the candle from HIS hand. I jumped on the flames, slightly shinjing my shoe.

"why?"

"why what?" i asked. still looking at the floor for embers.

"why stop me?"

"oh, um instinctive?" i looked up. he was eyeing me with big red eyes. i hand not noticed how bright they were before.

"sure."

"your still holding my hand by the way." i looked down to see his hand in mine. i let it fall. my hand feeling suddenly a lot colder.

i turned away. and sat back down in my pew. he sat in the one in front of me, turned around and eyeing me.

"you sure are a strange one."

"um thanks but i don't think i asked you."

"i think your going to be a fun toy to brake. I'm Bakura by the way."

I averted my eyes to the floor. I knew that if I so much as looked at him I'd get pissed off, because he was just starting to annoyed me that much. He looked like a better version of me. were i was thin and lanky he was tall and muscular. Better than me. anger welled inside. everywhere i went there was someone just like me but better. I could see his feet pacing, and had to fight the urge to hit him and tell him to get out of my line of vision. I didn't think i had realized before that he was exactly the kind of person I never wanted to have any connection with. Now that i was actually talking to him he seemed crazy, annoying, (better).

Everything that i wanted nothing to do with.

"why don't you leave" i suggested making the words seem as mean as i could. turning away from him. i looked up at the cross in front of me.

i saw him exaggerating a frown from the corner of my eye.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem?" My head turned back to face him.

"Yes. Your problem."

Should I just tell him that I hated him? Or would that upset him too much? I paused. "I don't have a problem."

I mean i didn't really hate him. i barley knew him. but i hated the fact that there something that drawing me to him. that's what i hated.

He laughed at me, which made me angrier. yes it was definite now i hated him

"My ass you don't. I hardly know you, but you bite my head off every time I try to make conversation!"

I didn't reply. I wanted to so much, but I knew I would just end up getting madder and then the guards would come and id never be allowed outside ever again!

"Seriously. I don't know what the matter is with you. I'm only trying to be nice."

I still didn't reply. Perhaps I should consider this as a sign of peace and befriend him.

"why are you talking to me? why do the others fear you? why.." he put a finger to my lips.

"wow slow down sugar, one at a time." growling i yanked away from his touch. i turned and stomped out of the church in a huff.

really! the nerve of him!

small chaptor i know its not vary much. but...

ill have the next part already finished so click the reveiw button. if you'd be so kind. and ill post the next part faster. *waves story over you heads*

(by the way if it takes me a long time to poset the next bit, dont be mad. ive been banned from the computer so ill try to put up the next part as fast as i can!)