Ummm…Hello everyone This is my first Ryou/Bakura fanfic soo…Yeah I'm not sure if it's going to be interesting. Xx I would love some feedback, if you all don't mind! 33
Disclaimer: When Yugioh focuses on the relationships between the Hikari's and the Yamis…then you know that's when I'll own it lol.
Chapter Two
The rain seemed to become more vicious as it tore furiously at the jacket of the white-haired teenager as he made his way from the hospital. The nurses and staff paid no attention to him anymore. He was exempted from normal visiting hours. He had one time been forced to explain the reason, his job, to his aghast benefactors at the hospitals. He was then unanimously equipped with a special pass and free access to the hospital at any hour. Of coarse sometimes he didn't show up at all. Sometimes he was away for days, but he always ended up coming back.
Ryou absently hugged himself as he neared the huge castle-like building near the edge of the town. He had a duffel bag thrown over his shoulders and in the rain and mist he looked very much like a drowned rat. He approached the gate and blew on his hands before reaching out to pull the bell rope. Before his fingers could touch it however, the huge gate swung open with a protesting shriek and a voice crackled over a staticy intercom, "Ryou…. You're late. Get in here now!"
Brushing the water from his eyes, Ryou passed through the gate and into the corridor, lit by a row of old-fashioned torches. Ryou was used to the place by now so the ancient magnificence did not effect him, on the contrary, he wished he had never seen it. He stopped before he reached the end of the long hallway and put down his bag and unzipped it, pulling out a white dress shirt and a pair of black pants and a silver necklace with the crest of the palace engraved in it. A dragon sinking its bloody fangs into the neck of a flaming phoenix. All these he pulled on in the hallway, leaving the shirt slightly unbuttoned so that the silver chain of the necklace was slightly visible. He stuffed his wet cloths into the bag and raked his white hair aside and strode into the huge, radiant sitting room. In a high-backed red velvet chair sat the man who owned him. The man who controlled him. Dartz.
Dartz slowly lowered the thick book he had been reading when Ryou entered, his glasses glinted in the flickering firelight and his mouth twisted into a sick grin. "Ryou, you're four minutes late." Ryou stood stiffly, he knew better then to protest or attempt to defend himself. Dartz just wanted a reaction out of him. The sadistic millionaire turned his attention to his long manicured nails. Ryou came closer as if drawn by an invisible lead towards Dartz's lap where he crawled up like a rain-soaked, white kitten. Dartz brought up a hand and the back of his finely manicured hand brushed the boys cheek. "My little stray…" He purred and Ryou flushed with and unknown emotion. He had managed to keep the bile in the back of his throat so far but only by thinking of his sister lying there in the white hospital bed with the white sheets and the white pillows and the bare white walls and how much she hated plain things and he wanted to cry.
But he didn't. He never would.
Dartz's voice distracted him from his seething insides. "I was going to take you to a very important concert tonight, you know it's impossible for me to show up without my precious little pet…but now I'm thinking I wouldn't mind just blowing the whole thing off. I'm not sure you're trained well enough for this kind of outing."
Ryou swallowed but remained mute. He knew he wasn't supposed to answer that, it would only add fuel to the aristocrat's fire, so he held his tongue, though inside he was squirming with cold fury.
Dartz laughed at the expression on his face. "To funny…you're too funny Ryou…Ok I'll bring you along." He fished a black leather collar from his satin robe and buckled it around Ryou's throat, adding to the effect by clipping a silver chain lead to it. "There, now we're ready. He let out a short barking laughed and stood up, calling for a servant to bring his coat as he swept out the door, dragging his unprotesting puppy along behind him.
The rain beat down on Ryou as they transferred from the ancient mansion to the limo. Ryou was secretly glad to be out of the elements. As for their destination, he had never been to an elegant event before and to be honest he wasn't looking forward to it. All he could imagine was being stuffed into a room with fifty Dartzes. 'Amane…' His thoughts wandered. 'I wish you were here, you could understand this stuff a lot better then me. You would know…if what I'm doing is wrong. I'm doing it to help you but at the same time, I can't help but feel I've sold my soul to this. I'll probably die of some horrible disease….' His prayer was shaken by the stopping of the car.
They were at a huge marble building. Ryou wondered if they were still in Domino. Dartz got out of the car with practiced grace and tugged Ryou out after him and they entered the golden halls of a stadium where an orchestra was set up. Ryou could make out the name of the score that was going to be played.
Don't Fall In Love.
The white haired boy sighed and looked shyly around at all the dressed up people. There were others like him. He could tell by the trained look of seduction painted on their faces that they were in the same boat as him. He himself had look on his face right now. It was protocol.
Dartz was busy talking to some other aristocrats and Ryou slumped in the red velvet chairs, his eyes downcast. He stared at his hands and knew he wanted something better then this. An obnoxious laugh caused him too look up and he saw Dartz standing with a gray haired main in a crimson suit drinking spritzers. Rou suddenly gasped. The man had a golden eye.
Ryou had seen that same eye before. He had thought he had imagined it, but he could still remember it as clear as day. It was autumn and he and Amane were about six, building a sandcastle in the kindergarten sandbox when some highschoolers had come along and tried to mess around with his sister. Ryou had tried to help but one of the punks knocked him away with a heavy baseball bat and at the same time, Amane had gotten an asthma attack. Ryou had stood up to the punks and through hazy vision he saw another kid, slightly older then himself in his way. The kid had a glowing eye on his forehead exactly like the eye in the red-dressed aristocrat. Ryou didn't remember anything after that but when he had woken up, Amane was sleeping behind him safe and sound and the bullies had vanished. Ryou never saw them again, or the kid who had saved them. He eventually decided he had been hallucinating or dreaming.
Ryou took one last look at the eye then back down at the instrumentalists. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his jaw and Dartz low voice purr, "Sitting down looking at your hands? I've taught you better…" Ryou panicked when he felt a cup being pressed to his lips and something hot and bitter slid down his throat. The boy choked and Dartz let go of him laughing. "He's still just a child," came the singsong voice of the spritzer guy. Dartz laughed and Ryou felt dizzy. Muttering something he got up and staggered from the room aimlessly into a dark hallway. 'Gunna…. be sick…' were his only thoughts as he leaned heavily against the wall. His legs shook and black spots grew before his eyes. Ryou heard footsteps and squinted. "M…Master Dartz…? I'm…I apologize I…" He stopped and swayed and a rough hand came down on his shoulders. Ryou saw a swirling darkness and fell.