Note: Thank you for reviewing everyone! I preciate it. So I guess this won't be a oneshot…oh well.
Warnings: Abuse, hinted rape, and such.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
We pulled up outside of my apartment. I say my apartment because my father didn't really live with me. Sure it was his name on the deed, and he was the one who paid the rent, but his job kept him in rather more exotic places. Like Egypt. He had to get on a plane in an hour, and I had to be beaten by my darkness. I got out of the car and went around to his window. I smiled at him and made idle chitchat while my yami's ghost-like form rested against the hood of the car.
"Finish it up, Ryou." So the drive had not made him forget. I hadn't really expected it to. You try calling someone Casper the Horny Ghost and see how far you get. I wrapped things up with my father, so he could go to his archeological dig with a clear mind. Then followed my angry darkness up the stairs.
He closed the door, which is disconcerting given the fact that only I can see him, and pushed me to the living room with a hand between my shoulder blades. I almost begged him to take me to the bedroom. He was angrier than I had seen him in a long time, and it was making me second guess my decision. I stumbled forward and almost fell. I pin-wheeled my arms to regain my balance. Bakura was behind me in a matter of seconds, his entire hand wrapped around the back of my neck to push my face into the ground. My face made contact with the floor and I groaned in pain. Stupid carpet was so scratchy. I had learned a long time ago not to fight back, but that didn't stop me from begging for mercy.
"P-p-please, Bakura. I'm sorry, I-I-" I didn't get a chance to finish. He just shoved my head back into the floor.
"Shut up boy. You knew this was coming." He dragged me up by my hair, then he paused as we both caught sight of the white haired boy on the couch. He appeared to be a few years older than me, and a half foot taller; and he was Bakura's body. He had gotten the body not long ago, and we had only just realized that he could dispossess his new body and ghost after me whenever he pleased. He could even possess my body still. That had made him happy, he had said the only thing that soured his getting his own body was that I would be the only soul in mine. "Stay here," he commanded simply. I pushed myself up so I could sit up while he reentered his body.
His new body looked exactly like his soul. Like me. The same wine colored eyes, the same unruly pearl colored hair, the same ice white skin. The body looked like it was asleep. Without a soul it would continue to breath on its own, but it would simply sit where ever Bakura abandoned it. He would close the eyelids, because otherwise its soulless eyes would stare, unblinking on the last thing Bakura's gaze had been fixated on. The body looked asleep, something definitely missing from its face, but still ethereally beautiful. High cheekbones framing wide, dark eyes…my eyes. Well, not really. I had the same facial structure, just more…childish…and feminine. When he was finished the body, now Bakura, sat up from the couch. I raised wide molten chocolate eyes to my yami.
It wasn't really necessary for him to reclaim the body, he could beat me to a pulp without it, but we both agreed, the dead body was frightening. He re-tangled my hair in his fingers. I pushed at his hand, but all it earned me was a sharp yank on my scalp. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Don't cry, Yadonushi. You practically begged for it." Shit, I had. I pushed myself up a bit more, trying to get high enough that there was slack on my scalp again. He kicked me in the side, and my body slumped, pulling the hair taught again. So, he had noticed. The hand in my hair let go and I slumped to the floor. He put his foot on my ribcage and started to press. I let out a strangled yelp and pushed uselessly at his leg. He was just so much stronger than me.
He sighed and let go, I used the opportunity to scoot back against the wall, folding my knees up under my chin. I needed so badly to protect the fragile parts of my body. I've been able to control the whole fight or flight thing for years, but the need for self protection was still too much. I still needed to fold in on myself to keep the softer parts of me safe. Bakura sat down cross-legged in front of me, elbows resting on his knees. I sniffled and waited for what came next.
"I don't get why you still try to fight me, hikari," he commented, shaking his head. I wrapped my arms around myself and buried my face in my knees.
"'m not…" I sniffled. He rolled his eyes at me. "It just…slipped."
"Well it better not slip again." He moved another few inches towards me, and I pressed my back against the wall, wishing it would swallow me up. "Look at me." I raised my face obediently. His hand collided with the side of my face. The force of it turned my face, and I couldn't stop myself from pressing my fingertips to the bruising skin. Another bruise to explain away. I pulled a breath in through my teeth, but on the exhale it turned into a sob anyway. Why did he have to do this? Bakura grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to my feet as he stood.
"B-Bakura please! Please, I'm sorry, please stop now!" I stuttered. I always laid down for this, always said I was sorry when I wasn't. He placed his fingertips on my cheek where he had just slapped me. He trailed his hand down to my neck, then down to my chest. I sniffed again and wished I didn't have to cry. Squeezing my eyes shut I listened to him laugh at me. He backhanded me this time, on the other cheek.
"I'll do as I please bitch," he informed me. I opened my mouth to beg him to stop again, but he closed his mouth over mine. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth before I could close it and his hands skimmed down to my behind, cupping the soft flesh there. I whimpered into his mouth. He was supposed to be mad. Why was he starting foreplay? But of course, Bakura was reliable as always.
He threw me to the ground and I scrambled to my feet. My first reaction was to bolt from the room, but of course I didn't. What would the point be? He just would have dragged me back and beaten me harder. So I stood there while he pushed me against the wall, and threw me to the floor, and kicked me around the room. By the time he was finished my pale skin was a mass of bruises and carpet burns. I cried to deaf ears and pushed at limbs that were much too strong for me to fight off.
Finally he threw me to the floor on my back, and placed his foot on my throat.
"Now, hikari, tell me to whom you belong," it was a command, not a request. His foot was cutting off most of my air.
"Y-you," my answer came as strangled gasp. "I belong t-to you!" He nodded as if I had been commenting on the weather.
"And are you going to mouth off to me like that ever again?" he asked.
"N-no!" With a final push to my windpipe he moved. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, sniffling and still trying not to whimper. I leaned onto all fours to push myself to my feet.
Bakura's hand clenched in the fabric of my shirt, between my shoulder blades. He pulled me up by it so I was leaned with my torso too far out from my feet to get to stand up straight. He kept me suspended like that for a long time. Then he let me drop.
"Urg! Why do you do that?" I asked him.
"Do what?"
"Kick me when I'm down." He chuckled.
"Because I can." That was true. That was always true. He had been beating me since I was nine. Since I had met him. "Just come to bed." I froze for a second, then stood up. It sounded like he was going to fuck me. But my father had gotten me a queen size bed for my birthday, he was trying to be nice. He didn't know that it only gave my rapist an excuse to sleep next to me. Surprisingly Bakura had given me a gift for my birthday too. He didn't touch me all day. No beatings, no rape, he didn't so much as put his hands on me for that whole day.
He was already in bed when I came into the bedroom. I threw my shirt and pants into the waiting hamper. Bakura's shirt and pants were simply thrown on the ground. I climbed into bed in only a pair of boxers. I lay back next to him. He traced his frigid fingers on my bare chest and traced patterns there. I shivered a bit and tried to turn to the side, but Bakura pulled me back towards him. He ran his fingers down my face and kissed my cheek.
He always did this. He was so gentle when the time to sleep came. He was horrible during the day, but the second we crawled into bed he decided to be…kind. I frowned and tried not to cry again.
"Get off…" I muttered through the sadness. He pressed his palm flat on my neck, covering the bruises there, then ran his hand down to my stomach, stopping at my navel.
"Don't be like that, Ryou. I just want to be near you." I twitched. He would probably fuck me tomorrow.
"We have to go see that woman again tomorrow," I told him, rolling my arms under my back. He growled.
"Why? I don't want to see her again. She was more annoying than the others." I fidgeted.
"Because of you. Because my dad thinks I'm crazy because of you." He made a soft keening sound and nuzzled my ear.
"Well if it's all my fault I'll talk to her tomorrow." I froze, and felt as he laughed.
"You wouldn't…" I started. He smiled.
"Yes, I would. But…if you make it worth my time…" he hinted.
And that was it. I knew then that he was defiantly going to fuck me tomorrow.
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