Freedom

Pairing: Ryo x Bakura

Summary: Ryo can't escape…

Warnings: Yaoi, abuse, and If I say it, it'll ruin the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea.

A/N: I wrote this in like 15-20 minutes so if it sucks I have an excuse

I can barely remember a time when he wasn't there. I know there was a time before he came, but for some reason those memories are fuzzier then they have any right to be.

I think that maybe he wanted me to forget. He wanted me to think that the two of us was the way it had always been, he didn't want me to feel independent, he didn't want me to remember being my own person.

But I can remember if I try hard enough. Usually it's when he's locked me up again. I'll sit there in the dark, and I'll fight my way through the cobwebs he's put up in my mind and I'll remember.

I'll remember my mother, so graceful and elegant. I'll remember my sister, so vibrant and cheerful. I'll remember my grandfather, my father's father, paralyzed on the right after a stroke but still managing a cheerful smile. I'll remember my mother's parents, quietly refined, dignified, and wise. And my uncle, too loud, too alive to really fit in anywhere.

They were all trapped, now that I remember.

Mother gave up her dreams of being a dancer to become a housewife. Amane was practically mute, brilliant mentally but often times it took her nearly five minutes to utter a single sentence. Grandpa he'd never been weak until his stroke, always strong, always and then his life began slipping away. Grandmother and Grandfather, they'd always been poor, they never had enough and had always had too much pride to go into debt. Uncle Taro, he was shunned because everyone believed him a drunkard simply because he was so happy to be alive.

They're all free now.

Even Father, he's doing what he loves; he's even remarried.

But me?

I'm still trapped.

I will always be trapped.

Because I can never get away from him.

I think I remember a time when I loved him. It was a long time ago, I'd been naive. I felt that, he was protecting me in his own warped fashion.

No. He was keeping away the competition. He was making sure that I never fell in love; ensuring that others who might love me were sealed away. So that when he came to me with his twisted parody of love I would believe it to be real.

Like a fool I believed it.

And now I can't escape…

"Get in there!" he snarls throwing me into the closet.

"Bakura, please," I beg, "please forgive me." I have no idea what I am begging for forgiveness from. "I swear I'll never do it again."

"I know you won't," he responds. "Because you're never going to see your little friends again. So they'll never be able to touch what's mine."

"They'll come to get me," I wheedle, I can't stay in this place with him. I can't imagine what it will be to never feel the sun again, he's kept me inside for months before but forever?

"And I'll kill them when they do." Suddenly he drops to his knees by my side, he runs his hand across my cheek almost tenderly. "But we can't have anyone else touching you either."

"Will you warn them at least?" I beg, "Will you tell them not to come?"

He gives me a hard stare, "And what will you give me?"

I want to ask what have you left me with? But I hold my tongue, and eventually… "I won't fight you tonight, I won't cry either."

"Will you scream?" he asks.

I shake my head in the negative.

He sighs, "Too bad I like it when you scream, pet."

I want to vomit as he says this, and I can barely control the urge as he nips harshly at my throat after violently yanking my head back by the hair.

"Stay here," he commands standing up again, "I'm going to get drunk with Marik, and you'd better be in this closet when I get back or you'll regret it."

I nod.

The closet door slams.

I sob.

I hear him slam the front door shut.

In sheer frustration I pound on the door.

It creaks open. I stare in amazement. He forgot to lock it.

Slowly, I creep out, aware that it could be a trick, but, no, Bakura is gone.

"No," I murmur,"he's here. He's never gone." By chance, it's sunset. God it's beautiful. It may very well be the last one I can appreciate.

I go over to the window, it too is unlocked. I step out onto the tiny balcony that no one is really supposed to be out on. I somehow manage to sit and I watch the sunset.

SLAM!

The front door!

"RYO!" He bellows upon seeing me. "God damn you, you little!"

I turn.

I fall.

Our apartment is on the tenth floor.

I was wrong earlier.

I just escaped…

WHAM!

-OWARI-

Ryo: You KILLED ME?

SIlver: Yup.

Ryo: How could you?

Silver: It fit. Besides, it's not like I've killed you before.

Ryo: Yes you have!

Silver: I did?

Ryo: YES! In the first Deathshipping you did!

Silver: ... ... OH! You're right! I did kill you!

Ryo: TWICE!

Silver: Ano...

Ryo: I'm the ONLY one you kill!

Silver: That's not true! I kill lots of people besides you!

Ryo: Name five.

Silver: I killed Marik in that same Deathshipping I killed you in!

Ryo: And?

Silver: Roland!

Ryo: He doesn't count. I mean major characters.

Roland: I don't count?

Silver: You see what you did! You're gonna give him an inferiority complex!

Roland: Miss Silver, I count right?

Silver: Of course you do, sweetie.

Ryo: You shouldn't delude him.

Silver: I'm not! I'm sheltering him!

Ryo: What's the difference?

Silver: ... ... shut up...