Warning: OMG Bakura is impossibly out of character here I am so so so so so sorry. Swearing, violence? And other stuff. by the way i cut off before anything terrible sexual happens, so um... yeah...
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-oh isn't mine. I am truly sorry for this.
Chapter four, Paper cut kisses
Bakura groans and sits up, rubbing his head, which is throbbing dully. He gets out of bed and looks around at the room. Faint light filters through the curtains, casting a dim glow over everything. The ex-tomb robber draws back the curtains, to be greeted with dark rain clouds. Grumbling about the crappy weather, Bakura stumbles into his own room to pull on a jumper.
Meanwhile, downstairs Ryou is finishing writing a letter. He scrawls his Yami's name on the front of an envelope and slides the letter in. He chokes as a sob sticks in his throat. He swipes away a tear that has settled on his cheek. He moistens the fastener of the envelope with his tongue. As he draws away he feels the sharp edge of the paper slice his lip. He raises a hand to the wound, seeing blood on his fingertips. A single tear rolls down his face in pain. His breath hitches in his throat as he hears Bakura stomp down the stairs, "I must leave before I see Kura, or he'll never let me go!" Ryou thinks, but his body refuses to move.
His Yami enters the room. They both stare at one another, speechless. Unfortunately for Ryou, Bakura notices the letter before he can withdraw it. "No, you mustn't read that yet!" he cries, gripping the letter tighter as Bakura's fingers wrap themselves around the other end. "It's addressed to me, I can read it when I want to!" The ex-tomb robber yells.
"Kura, please!" Ryou begs as the note slips out of his fingers. The smaller teen stands helplessly as his yami tears open the envelope, unfolding the letter. Ryou begins to turn and run but with lightning quick reflexes, Bakura grabs his wrist, preventing escape. Tears of frustration spill down the English boy's face and blood wells up at his lip, beginning to trickle down his chin as he struggles.
Bakura begins to read the letter out loud, his voice slightly mocking to begin with, "Dearest Bakura, when you read this letter, I should be long gone. I have left to live with Yami in Egypt. I know he loves me dearly, but I do not love him becuause I love you, but you will never return my love so I have decided to let you live out the rest of your life without me burdening you. I don't think that I would be able to stand living with you, and not being able to love you as I do and always will. I hope that the few times you will think of me will be of when I am happy, rather than how I was like last night. I hope you know now that I love you and I am ashamed to understand that my love will never be returned. I know I am repeating myself but I don't know how else to express my feelings. I know you will want to find me to kill me for leaving you with the responsibilities of the house but I do not care if you continue to live in it or if you want to sell it. Just be sure to burn all of my possessions, so that you do not feel sick every time you lay eyes on them. Love Ryou." Bakura stares at the letter in disbelief. He then turns to his frozen Hikari. Ryou just stares at the wall, a particular mark on the wallpaper has suddenly become very interesting.
"Ryou…?" he asks, trying to get his light to look at him. He releases the boy's arm and grabs his chin, forcing his head to face him. He gapes at the emotions swirling within his light's hazel orbs. Finally losing his resolve, he pulls the smaller teen's face closer to his own and their lips meet. Bakura tastes his hikari's saliva and blood mixed together and is hungry for more. Ryou is caught by surprise and then he feels Bakura's tongue slide into his mouth he begins to kiss back. But, wait, he was leaving, and that is what he must do. Bakura was only messing around with him, wasn't he?
Ryou turns his head sharply, smearing the blood from his lip across his cheek. Regrettably, the shorter of the two puts both hands firmly on the other's chest and shoves him sharply backwards. As Bakura backs away to try and gain balance, the backs of his knees hit the coffee table and he topples backwards, hitting his head on the wall. His eyes water in pain and misery, Ryou is leaving. "Ryou, please," he pleads.
"Don't do this to me Kura," the standing teen says, beginning to sob.
"Please Ryou, don't leave me, I need you!" Bakura cries, abandoning his masculinity, tears flowing down his cheeks. Ryou bites his lip, turns and picks up his rucksack of belongings and flees to the hall, Bakura at his heels. The door is thrown open and Ryou sprints down the street, not daring to look back at his yami, who is streaking after him. The small teen turns sharply and heads down a side street. The lights have turned on now because it is dark enough, and it is getting darker by the minute.
Bakura catches up with his light and grabs the rucksack firmly, slowing the other down to a near stop. Ryou, panicking, tugs hard and continues on his way, his things spilling onto the floor from the hole that Bakura made. The albino shrugs off the empty rucksack, leaving his last possession behind. He hears his Yami's bellowing voice close by, "Ryou, stop running this instant! I command you!" he shakes his head, tears once again falling down his face. Behind him Bakura pushes past the few people on the street, watching his hikari deftly weave around them.
He sees nothing but his hikari, his striped blue top standing out from all the drab colours surrounding him. Bakura calls out to his light again in desperation, who ignores his cries. It is Ryou who first feels the light rain tickle his bare arms. He ignores it and glances at a sign, checking that he is heading to the train station. This split second almost ruins everything for Ryou, in his eyes anyway, and he crashes into a certain spiky haired teen, Yugi. "Oh Ryou, hey! Do you know where Yami is? I'm worried about him," he says, not realizing the hurry the other teen is in.
"He didn't tell you? He's moving to Egypt with me." Ryou says hurriedly.
"What?!" Yugi cries, "He never said anything about it! When will I see him again?"
"Never. Goodbye Yugi, say farewell to the others for me" Ryou says, pushing past the shorter teen. Bakura follows, running past the distraught Yugi. Bakura wipes the tears off of his face. Never in his wildest nightmares had he imagined Ryou running away. "Stop following me Kura, please! Don't make this harder for me than it already is!"
The ring spirit gets angry and shouts back, "Harder for you? You're the one leaving the one you love!" The rain is coming down thick and fast now, and people are disappearing quickly into shops and cafes. Before long the streets are almost empty, apart from the two teens and three or four others. "Stop pretending you care Kura, this is another of your cruel mind games!" Ryou screams, turning down an alleyway.
"This is no game Ryou, whatever you may think!" The ex-tomb robber retorts. He turns down the same gap and sees his hikari's white hair disappear round yet another bend. He continues and sighs in relief that his light has come across a dead end. The trapped albino whirls around to face his yami. Tears are still rolling over his pale face. There is still remnants of his blood on his chin and cheek. Bakura takes a few steps forward. Ryou backs further away into the shadows at the end of the alley. Bakura hears Ryou gasp and slowly emerge from the shadows, a knife pressed to his throat. His hikari's eyes are wide in shock and fear. A dangerous looking man is holding the knife. He is grinning wickedly.
"Come on out boys, we got a pair of pretty girlies to play with!" he calls out in a gruff voice. In response to this, about ten other men come out of the shadows. Bakura is about to run forward to help his Hikari but is stopped when the leader hisses, "Don't move, or your pretty little friend here gets his throat cut." Bakura feels a pair of hands grab his wrists and bind them. He struggles wildly, feeling the rope dig into his flesh. "Let us go or I'll- I'll-" Bakura yells, failing to think of anything he can possibly do.
"Or you'll what? Kill us all with that cute glare of yours?" A few of the men laugh. Bakura struggles to his feet and then rams one of the men into a wall. A big burley man grabs Bakura and hits him round the face and then throws him to the floor. Bakura chokes as the breath is knocked out of him and he strains his neck trying to see what is happening to Ryou. The man lowers the blade, seeing as Ryou is making no effort to escape.
He pushes the teen into a wall and cuts off Ryou's shirt, laughing manically as Ryou tries to escape but is held back by two members of the group. A soft whimper escapes the English boy's lips as the blade slices his flesh, blood flowing down his chest. "Aww, do try to run away, it will make your suffering much more fun for us," the man whispers cruelly in his captive's ear. Ryou whimpers, "Please, let us go. What have we done to you?"
"Not to us, but your little friend, Tea, I think her name was, told us to look out for you. Apparently you hurt her feelings. She said you were a slut but I don't seem to think that. She's paying us big money though," he laughs evilly.
"That fucking bitch! Ryou, I told you never to trust that piece of shit!" Bakura screams, pulling free of the captor who had hauled him to his feet after he had fallen. He stumbles forward a few steps before falling onto his face. "You said nothing!" Ryou says, lunging past the man to kick his fallen Yami. "If you hadn't chased me neither of us would be here!" he screams.
"Well I'm sorry I never wanted you to leave!" Bakura retorts.
"Shut up both of you!" The ring-leader shouts, dragging Ryou back by the hair, he is getting impatient. The only sound to be heard is the rain rattling on the roofs and Ryou's heavy breathing as the man drags off the English boy's worn down jeans. "No! Get of me!" he cries as the man finally manages to get off the restricting item of clothing. The leader slaps Ryou round the face, silencing him. "Don't speak, don't even breathe" he sneers. The boy in his boxers stifles a sob. The man then begins to drag down Ryou's underwear, going very slowly. Ryou begins to tremble.
Bakura begins to struggle again, shouting, "Leave him, take me instead, just let him go!" The man continues removing the boxers and says, "No. The girl specifically asked me to do this kid in front of you, and then my friends can have fun with you afterwards." Most of the gang laugh and some stare at Bakura lecherously. The captor pulls Ryou's flimsy boxers out from underneath him, making the teen stumble forward.
Suddenly, the hurried footsteps of a single person are heard coming down the alleyway. "Kura-Kins, what the hell is he doing to Ryou-Buns?!" a familiar, yet uncharacteristically angry voice calls out.
"Marik!" Ryou gasps.
"Marik, what the hell are you doing here? I said not to look for me! Ill get you your fix later!" The leader shouts, glancing nervously at the lavender eyed Egyptian.
"Dude, what the fucking hell is going on here?" Marik says, taking a menacing step towards the group.
"Nothing, right guys? Come on, we better get going," then to Ryou he hisses, "Watch out kid, running around naked is gonna get you raped." He and his gang then run off into the rain, disappearing round a corner. Ryou falls to the floor, his eyes vacant. Bakura manages to pull himself free of his bonds and rush over to Ryou, sheltering him with his coat. Ryou looks up into Bakura's eyes and whispers softly, "If you want to leave me, I'll be fine, I've been though worse... I think."
"I'm not going to leave you, even if you beg me." Bakura says, holding his other half closer.
"I…I'm so..rry," Ryou manages to breathe before blacking out from the cold. Marik gathers Ryou's clothes and walks over to Bakura. The ring spirit picks up the boy and carries him bridal style back to the house, his coat wrapped around the boy, Marik in tow. The ex-tomb keeper takes out the house keys from Bakura's pocket and unlocks the door for him. The ring spirit steps over the threshold and instantly takes the unconscious boy up to his hikari's room. He puts dry clothes on the sleeping boy and lays him in the bed. Smiling fondly he leaves the room to find a serious looking Marik, which is a first in god knows how long. "Is he alright?" Marik asks, concern written across his face. Bakura shrugs and sighs. "Did you know about Yami and Ryou's plans?" he asks, pressing his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. Marik coughs and looks away, guilt written on his face. "YOU KNEW?! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!!" The white haired teen yells furiously, causing Marik to back away.
"Well, Yami and Ryou made me swear not to tell you particularly." He mumbles, not meeting the other's furious gaze. Bakura clenches his fists. "When did they make these plans?" he asks though gritted teeth.
"A few weeks ago, when Ryou had se-" Marik begins but halts when he sees Bakura's pained expression. Bakura is about to speak when he is halted by the doorbell ringing. Both Egyptians freeze and stare at one another as a deep voice echoes up the stairs. "RyyyYYyOOoooOouuUu! Are you in there? It's YyyYaaaAAaamMmiiIiiiiI! Open up!"
"That son-of-a-bitch! I'm gonna kill him!" Bakura whispers, beginning down the hallway to the stairs.
"Kura-kins! You'll regret it if you kill him! Stop now!" Marik shouts, hurrying after the ring spirit and pulls his arm in an attempt to stop him. The albino shakes him off and continues. Yami outside however, is unaware of the small fight upstairs and continues to call out to his 'boyfriend.' Bakura finally reaches the top of the stairs. "Kura-kins! Stop!" he cries.
"No!" Bakura shouts back, taking a step down. Suddenly a pair of hands push against his back and he is knocked over. He falls down the stairs and lands sprawled on the floor and the bottom, unconscious.
Marik jogs down the stairs as if nothing happened and answers the door, seeing a very wet Yami. The rain continues outside. "Is Ryou in?" He asks, looking in to see Bakura on the floor. "Erm… No, he isn't. Maybe he's already waiting for you at the airport. You best go check." Marik replies, easing the door shut. He turns around and sighs at the unconscious Bakura in front of him. "Praise Ra for Bakura's spirit powers, or he'd be dead." Marik says to himself. "Oh god, now I'm talking to myself. Yet another side effect of not being high." Marik says, walking into the kitchen and pouring himself a shot of vodka from Bakura's private stash, Ryou would never allow alcohol in the house. Downing it in one, Marik goes to check on his friend's hikari.
The teen is lying in bed, his eyes wide open. His breathing is rapid and uneven. "You okay?" Marik asks, sitting on the end of the bed. "Where's Kura?" Ryou asks, ignoring the question, his gaze flicking over to the figure on the end of his bed. "Oh… He's… well, at the bottom of the stairs… unconscious… Yami was looking for you and Bakura-"
"Yami was here? Ohmygod! Ihavetogototheairportandgotoegyptwithhimohgodandnowbakurahates," a quick breath, "memorethaneverwhichIdonteventhinkispossible! Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod-ohgod-ohgod!" The smaller of the two leaps out of bed and begins to throw things into a bag. Marik stands up and grabs Ryou's arm. The English boy stares at the Egyptian, confused as to why he was preventing him leaving. "You know, Bakura doesn't hate you. He really doesn't want you to go-"
"Look Marik, stop. I know that Bakura put you up to this but I'm not going to fall for it! I know he hates me and that's why he hurts me. And now that I'm leaving, he doesn't want me to go because then he will be deprived of someone to shout at. So don't even bother saying that he cares for me, because I know the truth!" Ryou shouts, pulling away from Marik.
"You know the truth about what, Ryou? What is it exactly that you are so sure about?" A tense voice asks from the doorway. Bakura stands there, his face matching the storm clouds outside. "Kura! I want you to stop trying to get me to stay here! You read in the letter about my feelings for you and now you want to punish me for them!" Ryou yells, storming over to his yami. Marik stands there, shocked at Ryou's ferocity to his other half.
"Why can't you just see that I love you?!" Bakura screams, tempted to shake his hikari for not realizing it earlier. The first crack of thunder is heard during the lengthy silence that ensues after the ex-tomb robber's outburst. Bakura's eyes widen to a size that even rival his own hikari's. Marik slumps back onto the bed, Bakura has finally admitted it. Ryou is frozen, his mouth slightly agape, staring at his yami. Bakura blinks a few times and then, in slow-motion, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room and into his own room, shutting the door behind him. Marik reacts first; he jumps up and runs into Bakura's room, throwing the door open in anger. "What the fuck?! You just admitted your true feelings to Ryou, and then you just leave him! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Marik shouts at Bakura, who is lying face first on his bed, a pillow pressed to his head. "Don't shout so loud. My head hurts from when you just threw me down the stairs. You know you can be a real asshole when you're not drugged-up," Bakura groans.
"Are you even listening to me?!" Marik shouts, jumping on his friend and poking him in the face.
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"GETTHEHELLOFFMEYOUBASTARD!!" Bakura shouts, rolling off the bed and falling flat on his face on the floor. "Well go and talk to Ryou you stuck up fucker," Marik says, glaring at the other yami. The other stares angrily back in silence. A soft whimper drifts into the room. Bakura tries to ignore it, but when a louder sob is heard Bakura turns his head sharply towards the door. Nostrils flaring, he grumbles, "Fine, I'll go. Just do one favor for me, kill Tea."
"With pleasure," Marik smirks.
Bakura raises an eyebrow, "What has she done to you?"
"Oh, well she kept sending death-threats to Malik and I when we announced that we were dating. You know, I used to think that Malik was frigid but-"
"Do you even realize that I haven't even properly kissed my hikari? Just go and drown her or something… and tell Seto that Joey wants to fuck him, that mutt's been lusting after that rich jerk for Ra knows how long, and tell Joey the same. Oh yeah, and get Tristan and Duke together, I've seen the looks they give each other when they think the other won't notice. Their idiocy is seriously pissing me off."
"Ooh, forget King of Thieves, it's Bakura, King of Love!" Marik laughs, running out of the house before his friend can get his hands on him.
An angry frown creasing his face, Bakura makes his way over to his light's room. Knocking softly on the door, Bakura enters. His hikari is in the same spot as before although now he is slumped on the floor, his eyes looking directly at him, but not seeing a thing. The boy on the floor lowers his gaze. An uncomfortable silence descends upon the room. Bakura sits down in front of his light. Ryou makes no move to try and run away, so that is a good sign. Slowly, Bakura extends his arms and places his hands on the other boy's shoulders. Ryou flinches slightly from the contact.
"Are you alright?" Bakura asks cautiously. The teen in front of him chokes back a sob and tips his head upward, his own eyes locking with his yami's. He shakes his head slightly and says, his voice barely a whisper, "No, Kura, I'm not alright." He then launches himself at the older teen, his arms wrapping around Bakura's neck and his legs enveloping the other's waist. He then begins to sob into his yami's chest, his tears soaking into the damp shirt that Bakura hadn't yet changed out of. Awkwardly, Bakura raises a hand to stroke his hikari's soft hair. The sit like that for a few minutes, before Ryou pulls his tear streaked face back to look at his dark's own.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles.
"What for?" Bakura asks, frowning slightly.
"Well… my friends have sex all the time and Yugi lost his virginity to his own Yami, and so did Malik, and I…I…" Ryou tries to get the words out but they wont leave his mouth.
"It's alright, I don't mind not having sex," Bakura says, pushing back a few stray bangs from Ryou's face.
"But you do. I heard it in your voice when you were talking to Marik."
"Ryou, I-" Bakura begins but is cut short when Ryou places a finger on his lips.
"It's fine. But Kura, I want to, and I know you want it too," Ryou whispers, leaning forward and, removing his finger first, crushes his lips against his yami's, their eyes still locked onto one another. Ryou pushes his dark backwards onto the floor. He leans in, whispering, "Kura, I want you." Bakura nods, his mouth dry. He stands up, his light still holding on and carries him into his own room, he's bought himself a double bed a few weeks ago, though he never though he would be using it in this way. Well, with Ryou anyway.
He lays his hikari down on the plush bed and and straddles the younger teen. he then begins to place delicate kisses on his Hikari's lips, trailing down his chin and neck, where he comes to a stop at the top of Ryou's shirt. With quick and nimble fingershe unbuttons the top and pulls it off, continuing with his kisses. when he hears his Ryou whisper his name. the ring spirit pauses and looks up into his light's hazel orbs of beauty.
" Kura; it's just that…well, when I said that I was a prostitute, I was exaggerating a bit. I actually have only had sex three times, and those three times were at the beginning of my 'career.' Most of the time they just took photos. But I did have to give a few of them blowjobs-"
"Has anyone ever given you one?" Bakura asks abruptly.
"Well no but-"
"Well, it's about time you experienced it then!" Bakura says, pulling off his hikari's loose trousers. Luckily for Bakura, Ryou wasn't wearing underwear.
okay, i am not going to upload the rest of this because 1. it is sex. 2. it sucks. 3. no, just no. however , the next one is there but if you don't like the MEGA-ANGST
then do not read. for the sake of your sanity.