(Ch. 7 Ryou's POV.)
The harmless rays of dusk shone through the window, leaving pink squares floating on the non-singed area of the rug. I was relieved to see them; something else I could stare at other than the delicate ashes that surrounded the blackened wood. The piano keys where either melted or now a manila color. Only a few specks of orange peaked from the mess I held so dear to my heart. The once lovely painted walls; where horrifying. The plaster had been consumed by the flames, slightly getting through to the wooden boards behind it.
It looked like an entrance to hell.
The smoke was a now a thin fog. It had obviously been worse hours ago. As a result of it, my lungs had no clean oxygen to swallow; only the smoke was there. That was the reason my throat felt clogged shut, making me heave ragged breathes, and I swear, I tasted copper.
My eyes stung from the heat in the room; I wish I could blink, but every time I did I would see that monster standing in front of the flames. So I simply choose what felt less pain.
I could still feel my scrapped knuckles bleeding from my failure at gaining freedom. I held them close to my chest, trying to give myself the emotion of being protected.
Though mostly the reason being, was that I prayed, continuously begging the Lord for forgiveness.
He had been so right earlier, about everything. I was disobedient, I was selfish for not listening to my dark side. Now I was given a second chance, and I wouldn't slip up this time.
(Bakura's POV.)
This child interested me.
In the time I've been watching from the depths of the shadows, he had not fallen into slumber, minus the overheating incident, the whole eight hours and thirteen minutes during his… captivity, let's call it. Does this boy have no breaking point? I surely thought that last night's activities would make him crack!
This was not fair! How does little light handle the stress of being bound by ropes, choking on the excess of the fire, and severely needing a glass of water?
I remember breaking in a very similar situation, so long ago. So why did he not? I am more superior to him! I am the one who pushes him down! Me, nobody else!
I thought for a moment... maybe all he needed was a slight push.
Then he shall be broken!
I disappeared from the shadows of where I viewed my Hiakri, and moved to a shadow in the kitchen. I leaped out from the dark to re-appear as a normal human being. I turned and lunged an arm at the fridge handle, forcefully swinging it open.
I scanned my eyes through the shelves until I discovered a small pitcher, half full of water. I grabbed hold of it, slammed the door closed, and stretched my free hand over to the cupboard, which held the plastic cups, in one swift motion.
After picking one at random, I wacked the cupboard door shut, and grinned so sinisterly at the running liquid pouring into the cup, I may have even scared myself a little.
When I approved that I had a poured a proper amount, I lifted the container high above my head and giggled at the way it swayed back in fourth in its clear cylinder. I let my weight fall back, collapsing into the shadow that the fridge gave off.
I gained sight once again in the partly demolished room, where my light lay heavily wheezing. He had no idea of my curse to become the darkness, so why not show him my capability. It would surely confuse any mortal's mind, maybe enough to crush ones sanity.
I stepped a foot forward from the shaded side of the wall, casually walking towards the boy, darkness flying off of my body like smoke blowing in the wind. I gave my best evil smile, holding the cup in my hand like it was his life.
I stopped at his feet and lounged a shoulder on the door frame, looking down at his face. His eyes where wide, turning into a light pink, though the veins appeared a bright red, making his face look that more insane.
"Oh dear light~" I chirped. He slowly turned his head, his expression changed by no means. "Look what I've got." I said with a gleeful smile, twiddling the cup between my thumb and pointer finger. His gaze turned to the object in my hands.
He wanted it. Good. Then this shall work.
I extended my arm that held the water to the boy. "Do you, want some?" I offered. The light's gaze formed into a glare, and a mighty dirty one at that. He obviously lost trust in me, but no matter. Two can play at this game.
"No? Huh, more for me then." I placed the rim to my lips and drank the cool, crisp water. My Hikari's glare deepened in lust for the drink. I removed the cup from my mouth, leaving a third of the liquid left. "Ah, refreshing!" I mocked. The boy now scolded me, though I ignored it and again reached the water out to him. "Last chance." I said a tad more firmly.
His stare didn't budge.
"Going once, going twice…" I inched my hand way, luring him into it.
The boy shifted up onto his hands, then to a sit, softening his glare.
Sold.
I happily grinned, re-extending my arm, almost giving him the cup.
"Ops!" I jerked my hand in a floppy passion, casing the water to fly in multiple directions, splashing the boy in the face and soaked independent spots on his clothing.
The way he cringed at the new coldness on his face, and the surprised look afterwards, was priceless. I burst in laughter, obnoxiously pointing a finger hat his stupidity.
"Oh, oh, the l-look on y-your face! I-it, was too good, HAHA!" I held my stomach, for the giggles where taking over.
I didn't make much of the light's reaction. His bottom lip quivered, slightly opening his mouth, and I waited for his whining.
But his voice cracked. Again, and again. It didn't even sound human. Oh, God, he was worse than I imagined. His sobs and cries, weren't even that, but deranged squeaks and shrills. He didn't even shed a tear, though I could tell he yearned to. Did this not cause him pain; screaming such a manner?
My laughs had subsided, for I had not thought of this reaction. The boy had curled up like an armadillo, though sitting up, making the noises sound muffled and stranger. "Hikari…?" I quietly questioned.
A series of coughs was all the response I gained. His fingers shivered with rest of his limbs, his hair acting in an equal motion.
The boy continued to shake, though slowly shifted his quivering arms to his sides, revealing his fiendish eyes. I stepped back, feeling a bit panicky, but mostly responsible.
Though, as if his condition could not possibly worsen, he spoke "..eed…wa-er…ease…" his voice cracked, but milliseconds latter, he coughed again, and blood spewed from his lips. He fell onto his hands from the force of it and wanted to cry, but it pained him to do so. Another cough, more blood, another, blood, cough, choke, blood, screech, blood, cough, sniff, blood, and then collapsed.
He was going to die.
"Ryou!" I pounced forward and wrapped my arms around his stomach. I could feel his liver and organs shake. "Light, do not die! Understand?" I demanded, trying to sneak my face into his. But he resisted, seeming ashamed.
I grunted at his cooperation level and forcefully dragged him to his feet from my current hold. I held him in both arms, using my feet to kick open the door. I easily lugged him down the hall; he was as light as his name. He made an attempt to get away from me, thinking I was tired of his cries and was going to further his punishment.
I ignored his weak struggle, stomped down the stair case, and raced into the kitchen. I carefully sat him down in the floor, leaning against a cabinet for support. Once positive he was still with among the living, I jumped over and stretched and arm to grab the pitcher of water. I unscrewed the lid and threw it in a random direction, un-needing of it. I handled the plastic container into his shaky hands, helping him swallow.
After a moment, I removed my hands from the pitcher, letting him gulp it down himself. I watched him, savoring the delectable taste, finishing in seconds and exhaled heavily. He hung his head catching up with his breath.
Though hearing his breath, I refused to believe he was back to regular. "Hikari… are you, alright?" he lifted his head to weakly stare into my wide eyes. He blankly nodded. "Can you speak?" I asked franticly.
There was a longer wait for the response, but he answered. "Yes."
(Ryou POV.)
I wondered why he never changed his expressions when I responded. Did I look worse than I felt? Yes, it had to be that.
This man does not care for others, so it could not be that we worried of my current state.
(Bakura's POV.)
His stare didn't move from its emotionless glare. I gave a disgusting glance back before spinning around onto my feet, slamming my fist down on the island. "Light…go, go wash up… you stink." I said as calmly as I could.
I heard him shuffle into his feet, and stumble out of the area and up the stairs.
"Dammit!" I thought, resting my elbows on the counter, running my fingers through my hair. "How did I let this happen…I see him spit up blood and I cave into it? Shit, I'm never going to teach him anything at this rate!" I argued with myself.
I showed mercy to him. Exposing this to any person can bring out your weak side. If this happens, they will expect it more often.
If I'm going to make him fearless, I shall show no restraint.
Mercy; I have none.
Yami: holy, RA, that was, that was...?
TAFG: Gorish?
Yami: YES! YES, YES, YES! VERY GOREY, GEEZ! You're so DEMENTED!
TAFG: i know, but hey this IS rated M, so i have to live up to exspectations... i still think i could have writen it better, i finnished this at 12 and started at 9, so my brain wasn't good. sorry if it went too fast or u didn't under stand anything, please R&R if that be the case! thanks!
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