Lost And Found
By As You Wish x
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh! Kazuki Takahashi does. I am writing this for fun, not for profit
Warnings: Abuse of Mind and Body. Language. Hitting, Cutting, Rape, Alcoholism, Suicide - You HAVE been warned
A/N: This was first created 1-23-09 and last updated 8-30-10. If there's any dedicated readers left out there I am truly sorry for the neglect, life caught a hold of me. So here it is, re-vamped (I hope)
RATING: M because in later fics somewhere it will contain some horrible stuff
Summary: In this re-done fanfic affairs.
Ryou Bakura has no family save an Uncle on his father's side, whom is a British Millionaire in Future Advanced Technology (FADTech) since he has no heirs, Ryou will one day, take over the company. It has been a year after then Ceremonial Ritual Duel between Yugi and his ancient spirit in the tomb of the pharaoh. Yugi had lost and the spirits now reside in their own forms in the modern world.
This is dedicated to Tornado-Fawkes and to all those who still await for me to continue this FanFic =}
Lost And Found
"You're Pitiful"
The later he arrived back, the better.
Hard, he had wished, each night that his shadow would just be that and no longer haunt his waking and sleeping hours. For months, he had regretted the day Yami won the Duel. For the love he felt for his darker self, he hated his existence!
The mental abuse, despite they are pitiful words! They struck just as harsh and as violent as his blows!
Ryou slowly entered the empty home, despite no one being here, the anxiety flooded over him. He wanted to cry, for no reason what so ever. Or maybe there was a reason, he was unhappy, trapt and controlled.
Unable to hold the tears back any longer, Ryou cried, he went into the kitchen, and pulled out a bottle of vodka, poured some in a glass and mixed it with coke.
And it started
By Ryou's fourth large Vodka and Coke, his face was blotchy with tears; his movements were sluggish and slow. He got up carefully and headed to the toilet to release the four large drinks he consumed within the last hour and a half. Before the door opened Ryou had flushed the toilet, fear washed over him.
"No..." Ryou whispered as he crouched to the floor
No more, no more beatings Ryou thought as tears spilled from his eyes, the bathroom door opened
"No what? Little Angel?" a soothing voice came from the doorway
"Please, no more, I'll do whatever you want, just no more" Ryou pleaded when suddenly, Ryou was pulled up to his feel and embraced in strong arms. No alcohol, Ryou couldn't smell the horrific ghastly smell of cider or bitter on his darker self clothes or breathe. This alerted Ryou, he had moments like this, where he would be like he use to, the first few month.
"Oh little angel" he only seemed to use this name when he was in this personality change. Yami Bakura picked Ryou up and sat him on his lap on the sofa; Ryou buried his head on this shoulder.
"I'm sorry, little angel, i never meant to be so cruel" Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear as he stroked his hair. Ryou sobbed aloud, every time he believed Bakura's sincerity of his apologies, his change of character.
It was all fake, you're pitiful, Ryou
Bakura lifted Ryou's head to see his eyes trying to search for Ryou's, but he simply looks away. Even though changed, Ryou is unable to look into the eyes of his abuser.
Unable to look into the eyes of himself
I will soon be dead
Ryou thought, these thoughts seemed to give him some form of comfort. He had many attempts, and so hard he tried, alcohol poisoning, tablets, cutting. Some of which should have took him, but he's still here, so he only does either to numb the pain.
You're pitiful
Ryou thought just as Bakura pulled Ryou into a tender kiss, Ryou put his hands on Bakura's chest to push him away, but the weakness of his arms failed him, Bakura pulled him in closer
Pitiful Ryou thought again as he gave in, like every other time
Bakura pulled away slowly as he stroked Ryou's cheek, all of a sudden, Bakura stood up with Ryou in arms, and placed him on the sofa, covering him with a throw
"You stay here, rest your eyes" he whispered the last bit and went into the kitchen, Ryou tried to keep alert but the soreness of his eyes didn't allow him. Sleep soon followed
It wasn't long until Ryou was woken up by Bakura, stroking his hair. With a shiver, despite how warm Ryou felt, the cover was pulled away from Ryou. Bakura lead him to the bathroom and slowly took Ryou's clothes off, Ryou was far too tired and weak to protest as he was led into the bath, leaning against Bakura's chest.
"Please, don't hurt me..." Ryou had whispered, which Bakura replied with a kiss on the lips
"Relax" Bakura whispered, but he couldn't, and he never would.
I hate you
After soaking for quite some time, Bakura got out and disappeared, leaving Ryou in the bathroom
This isn't real, you're nothing but a fake
Ryou slowly got out and dried himself, putting on some clean clothes on, leaving the bathroom, Ryou headed to the kitchen to see Bakura had done a small plate of food. Ryou collapsed to the floor
"P-please" Ryou quivered "d-don't change, s-stay as you are, p-please, i-I love you" Ryou whispered. Even though he passionly hated his darker self, he still loves him deeply. Bakura looked over to Ryou as he got up and cress his cheek, pulling Ryou by the hair he dragged him to the bedroom, striping him from his clothes
"Ryou... my. Little. Angel" Bakura whispered into his ear "You're pi-ti-ful" the next thing Ryou know was, his head was turned with a dull pain in his jaw
And it begins...
Bakura grabbed Ryou's hair again, forcing him to the bed, tying up his wrists to the bed posts with metal and cuffs
"Bakura! No! P-please!" Ryou begged
"No? How about you scream my name" Bakura whispered
"I Said Scream My Name!" Bakura yelled as he tore a knife through Ryou's left side, earning a scream of intense pain
"B-bakura!" Ryou cried as tears streamed down his pale cheeks