"Hush. Hush, it'll be alright. No, no. Don't cry. The last thing I want is to see you cry. You do not have a reason to weep."
Bakura cradled the pale boy in his arms, rocking him gently to and fro, a passive smile crossing his hardened features. He hummed tunelessly even as Ryou wept, in an apparent effort to soothe him, running his hands over his host's gaping wounds, letting the now crimson stained knife fall from his fingers, landing with a small thud against the floor beneath them. He decorated Ryou's face with the blood that trailed down his fingertips, senseless designs marring his ivory flesh.
He delivered another blow to his host's snowy head. Ryou crumpled against the wall, shielding himself feebly with his battered, bleeding arms. It was so beautiful.
"Stop whimpering. Does it really hurt that badly? I'm sorry. So sorry."
Bakura knelt over Ryou then, passing a hand easily through the boy's weakened, quivering arms to lift his chin, staring into the boy's eyes in amazement without a word. He brought the boy into a rough embrace, clutching his host tightly to him, running his fingers gently through the boy's matted, red stained hair. He cooed gently under his breath, the boy in his arms quickly falling silent, though his body still shuddered under the man's hold.
"I love you. I love you. I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."
I am a liar. You deserve it all. I will never love you. Cry. Do not stop. You will never have a reason not to weep. I lied.
I will always lie.
