A Sudden Change In Events

Author's Notes: Still stuck with this because I have an idea for what will happen near the end but need a way to get there and my stories have a habit of drifting so my characters change unnaturally as you have probably seen with Bakura. He was cheeky and persistent near the beginning but now he's all weird and quiet. Sure it's partly due to the fact Yami's about but I didn't mean for him to change so rapidly. Sorry its just one of my many faults! Great imagination – bad writing.

By the way, the mark that Yami left on Ryou looks like the mark of scathe from teen titans is any of you watch it. If you search it on photo bucket then you'll find it. (won't have it on google!)

Anyways, here is chapter 7…

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The pale boy wandered unsurely through the void. The sky was cream and the trees that clawed at him were pitch black. Dead grass grazed his bare feet as they shuffled along its crisp surface. Ryou's arms were outstretched as he tried to feel his way around as though blind. The yellow circle in the sky provided plenty of light but he felt lost and unseeing. His petit frame lingered in the doorway of branches into the opening that led to darkness. Why was he going into it? He could not see. A light breeze chilled his face and blew the bangs from his eyes. They were empty, soulless as his will was taken. He was no longer his own but someone else's. The albino's skin was numb as the thorny branches wrapped around his tender limbs. The skin blistered and opened; crimson liquid seeping from fresh wounds. Although he did not cry out, he fell to the floor and went limp as the branched grew over his body. Pain, pain all over. Trapped in the forest. The cold floor pressed against his face. When would it end? Red tears fell from his eyes as his mouth open to shout, but no sound came. He became still like a rag doll as the branches covered his entire body and darkness took hold. The crimson eyes of his nightmare watching him as he wondered through the shadows. His captor, his owner.

Grey snow fell like leaves in the autumn as he hugged himself for warmth. It weighed down the boy's white ears as they twitched like a half dead corpse. He wore nothing but a ragged gown as his exposed skin was touched by cold. Ryou's hazel eyes peered up from his white hair to see only darkness with the dulled snow blinding him. A circle of light followed him as his feet hit the cold floor. He shivered so much and his breathe clouded in front of him. Why was it so cold? He needed warmth. He needed someone who would keep him safe from that demon that stalked him so tauntingly. Where was he? The angel from his nightmare. His demon.

At that moment, the darkness parted and a shimmering light came towards him. The orb of light grew as it neared him and his eyes shone in there blankness. Still huddled, he watched the light float before him and looked down at him. A warm smile covered the figure's face and the light faded slightly so it outlined the body. The albino mouthed the word 'Bakura…' but he could not speak. A light breeze pushed him away from his demon but he refused to leave as empty tears rolled down his cheeks. A warm hand lifted his chin gently so that their eyes met and Bakura's eyes narrowed. The boy's ears lowered as though in fear but his eyes remained black and emotionless. Within seconds, the demon's mood changed and Ryou felt pain in his face as he was backhanded. He fell into the snow and was too weak to get up. He was fallen, broken, dissolved into an incomplete thought. Flames took over the cold snow and caged Ryou's limp body with heat. Bakura's wailing echoed through the abyss and the boy just lay there: unaffected by his burning surroundings. His body was claimed and drowned in a see of fire. His life was ending…

His hazel eyes slid open and found his body lay on the floor. Was it a dream? Had that all been false? The demons, the pain, the happiness… The room was dull as the last of night hung in the sky. Ryou pushed himself to his feet and looked about aimlessly.

Bakura… The name remained in his mind. The demon was nowhere in sight. Everything was a blur up until when the stranger had handed him his lost keys. The memories were there, but were they vivid enough to be memories? The teen headed for the window and weakly pulled away the curtains. Nobody was there. He sighed mournfully and made his way into the kitchen.

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Ryou stared blankly at the blackboard as his teacher spoke in some muffled language. It was as he remembered: Jason and his gang picking on him, Yugi and his friends not paying too much attention to the loveless albino and no demons. He sighed deeply and glanced out the window. Snow fell softly outside and settled on the surfaces. Could Ryou really have dreamed everything, even his feeling towards Bakura? He had denied them before but now the loss off his look alike seemed to open a wound. Its empty feeling spilled into his soul.

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People laughed and talked happily as Ryou left the school. His head was bowed so shadow covered his eyes as they stared with empty holes. The slush on the floor flattened under his feet as he walked blindly home. His striped scarf hung over his shoulder and rubbed against his tail, as it swung limp. He knew it had been too good to be true. No one could ever love someone as pathetic as him. Tears fell from his eyes as he remembered that demon's smile. His bizarre way of showing how he loved Ryou. He was haunted by his memories…

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The loneliness was consuming him. Who would have thought something so insignificant could affect someone so much. Ryou missed the demon dearly and would do anything to get him back. But it wasn't going to happen. Yet something seemed unreal about this whole situation. As he went through the day, it felt as though his body was somewhere else – more like this was a dream. Was it possible? Was this an escaped reality? No… it was impossible… was it?

Ryou just closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Images of his memories flashed through his mind – The feelings that surged through his body as Bakura kissed him, the strange sense of happiness he felt when Bakura saved him from Jason, the pain he felt when Yami beat him… He felt caged within his own mind.

No… this cant be real…

Ryou… The voice echoed through his room. Ryou wake up… The teen sat up in bed and looked around. Was that Bakura?

"Bakura…" He muttered.

Wake up baka!

His eyes were slits as light beamed into them and a blurred silhouette hovered over him.

"Bakura…" A faint smile played over the teen's lips as he stared blindly up at the demon. "You saved me…" The vision cleared and his look alike stared down at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He said gruffly.

"You saved me from the darkness…" Ryou was ready. He waited for lips to press against his own so he could show Bakura he did care. They were parted and inviting, but he received nothing in return. His moment of happiness went as nothing but cold air touched his lips and he saw Bakura watching him coldly. His mouth closed and swallowed hard. He was cold, laid on something hard and unwelcoming. His eyes fell over his body to find it revealed – naked. His wrists were bound above his head and his legs were fastened to the black slab he was on. Panic set in when he realised Bakura's eyes were not the only ones watching him. Through the vast clouds of red mist, blackened figures stood around him. His ears twitched as demonic whispers echoed around the room.

"Bakura." His voice was laced with fear as he looked back to the only figure he knew. "W-what's happening?" Tears filled his eyes as Bakura merely leered at him like some pest. He strolled forwards so he stood in front of Ryou, back turned to him.

"So the sacrifice is ready." He called out to the others. "As Master Yami requested." He peered back over his shoulder and caught Ryou's pleading eyes. The teen's heart raced.

Sacrifice?

Bakura faced him again and reached inside his black trench coat. The collar was stuck up so it came up around his face, making him look more treacherous than ever. He pulled out a small, pointed knife and pressed it against his fingertip so a bead of blood seeped out. The demon moved over to Ryou and placed his finger in the centre of his forehead. The albino flinched and his breathing became more rapid.

"Bakura." He breathed "Please…" The demon moved his finger down Ryou's face: over his nose then pressing over his lips. He then proceeded to move it down the centre of the soft neck and along his chest. It continued to trail down until there was nowhere left to go. It was then Ryou realised the demon was muttering in some strange tongue. Was he chanting?

Suddenly Bakura moved away and his demon features burst out. His wings stretched up towards the black hole in the sky and his tail whipped the air. His pupils became slits and huge claws replaced his hands. Ryou would have screamed had he not been in so much shock.

"OPEN!" The demon cried out and the black figures that surrounded him, turned into dashes of dark liquid that flew through the sky and headed for the teen. Ryou gasped when they were absorbed into his chest and an icy bolt shot through his body. His body tensed, his back arched and his head flew back. His mouth gaped wide open as screams forced there way from him, although they were not just his. Screams of women, children and even men rang out with his own as the darkness consumed him. He tossed and struggled under the binds as pain coursed through his body. Bakura watched him emotionlessly, tail flicking about. After a few seconds, he reproached the teen and leaned towards him. A clawed hand forced the teen's head to remain still as he pushed his lips onto Ryou's, pushing them open so he could enter. What on earth was going on? Ryou shut his eyes tight as the cold pain continued to fill his body and his breathing became shaken.

Cold… so… cold… Bakura pulled away and watched as the albino shut his eyes slowly. It was too much.

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The red abyss was everywhere as it held the boy prisoner. He lay, unconscious on the floor and whimpering as the sound of screaming echoed through his dreams. A final scream - one which Ryou recognised - filled his mind when his eyes snapped open and he quickly struggled to sit up. His eyes darted all around and saw nothing but clouds of red mist. Remembering what he had seen before he fainted, he quickly examined his body to check for any sign of injury – there were none. He sat there and bowed his head.

"Bakura…" He breathed as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I finally realised my feeling for you but you turned against me…" The teen's body shook as he sobbed. He was so cold and felt vulnerable without his clothes. What would happen to him? He may not have known what that strange ritual was for but he did know that it must have something to do with the demons. Surely if Bakura and Yami were demons, there must be others. And his demon had brought him to hell… or wherever the demons lived. He continued to sob, unaware of the presence in the room. Its footsteps echoed through the mass of nothingness, making Ryou become alert as he looked around. Where was it coming from? There was no way of telling. They got nearer and a blurred silhouette appeared behind the boy. He continued to look around, oblivious to the spiky haired demon behind him. A cold hand touched his shoulder, causing him to gasp and swerve round to see who the intruder was. Ryou's eyes widened when he saw Yami stood over him with an evil grin on his face. His flesh prickled with cold and he pulled away from the horrible touch. Yami just chuckled and admired the specimen.

"So I see you're awake." He pointed out playfully. "How does it fee?" Ryou stared at him, unsure of the question.

"W-what do y-you mean?" He said shakily.

"Must be horrible," Yami continued as though oblivious to the question. He paced around the teen. "Now the ritual is complete - all your free will, all your dignity…" He leant in to Ryou so his mouth was level with his ear. "Gone." He whispered with a smirk on his face. He pulled away to see Ryou's wide, watery eyes. The teen's body shook under the demon's gaze and he felt so scared: more scared than he had ever been in his life. Something was different: something inside of him. He felt empty, inhuman. Was that what happened then? That strange ritual was to deprive him of his own soul? What did this mean?

"And now…" Yami interrupted his thoughts. "You belong to me." Ryou stared up at the demon in horror.

"W-what!" He couldn't hide his fear even if he tried. Yami looked delighted by the mere idea of the human's fear.

"You belong to me." He repeated. "You are under my control." The demon smirked, baring his fangs as cruel thoughts ran through his twisted mind. "And to prove it…" He stood a fair distant from Ryou before calling out. "Come to me, slave." And before the albino knew what he was doing, his body was merely centimetres from Yami's. He gasped in shock before the demon slid cold hands around his waist, pulling his body in. His breathing was rapid as he stared into his tormentor's eyes that were so close. Their lips were almost touching and Ryou could feel Yami's breathe blow past his slightly parted lips. A hand ran along his tail as it waved about absentmindedly.

"Yami…" He breathed silently.

Terror struck him when the demon pulled a sinister face. He was thrown to the floor so that he landed flat on his stomach.

"Agh!" He cried out as his skin grazed the invisible ground. The echo of footsteps moved in front of him as Yami's feet appeared. His black leather boots peered out from under black trousers. Ryou slowly looked up and saw crimson eyes leering back down at him. The tip of Yami's boot lifted the teen's chin even more so he knew he had the slave's full attention.

"You will call me master." Yami informed before forcing Ryou's head to fall back to the floor. "And I assure you that if my demands are not met… you will suffer severely."

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The new room was nothing like Ryou had expected it. All he had seen of… wherever this place was… were the strange abysses of red mist - so had imagined everywhere else to be the same.

Yami's home was decorated luxuriously with silk curtains in various shades of red. There was a large black sofa in the centre of the room and a larger screen was on the wall opposite it. It looked like a TV, but did demons have TVs? In the far corner was a large four-poster bed that looked extremely menacing. Its frame was black, twisted metal. Blood red curtains hung from the large posts that could hide the large bed inside. The only sources of light were the various candles that were attached to the walls via metal holders; but the thing that worried Ryou the most was that there was no visible exit. No doors, no windows: just solid wall all round. The whole thing was one huge room.

"Welcome to your new home." Yami looked around proudly at his well preserved home. The teen stood a little behind him and peered about. His eyes widened when he saw various weapons displayed on the walls. He cowered back and felt as his bare skin hit the wall. He was still uncomfortable being naked, but was too scared to ask for clothes. Hands suddenly moved around his face and behind his neck. The teen shut his eyes and felt as something wrapped around his throat.

SHIT HE'S GOING TO CHOKE ME! Panic took over and he jerked away against his will. With his eyes closed, he just ran his hands along the wall to find his way. He didn't even know if he had gotten that far away from Yami.

"Stop!" The demon shouted and Ryou's body halted. It shook when he heard Yami growl angrily. "Come here NOW!" And as fast as he could – even without Yami's control – he went to stand before his master. Head bowed, hands pinned down at his side, Ryou gulped as eyes burned his skin. Then, as though nothing had happened, Yami continued to put the object around his neck. This time, Ryou saw it was some sort of collar. His gut ached at the thought of it being placed around his neck like he was a dog. Once it was on, Yami pulled his hands away and continued to watch the teen. The demon grabbed his chin to force their eyes to meet. Ryou's breathe shook as he stared into those ferocious red eyes.

"You will not run." Yami said bluntly. "Understand?" The teen nodded slowly. "Good. Now sit." Ryou was shoved downwards so that he was forced to sit on the floor. He just sat there and didn't make a sound, didn't even look. He kept his head bowed so his eyes were hidden in shadow.

What's happening? He thought. Why did everything change?

In seconds, his life had changed completely. He had lived a normal life, had school friends (even if they were lousy), he had met someone who actually loved him… and now he was nothing. It had just taken one click of the fingers for his life to become even more like hell: but why? Why had Bakura betrayed him? Maybe this meant he had no feeling for Ryou. Maybe this meant he had been leading him astray all along.

Why?

Ryou looked up a little when Yami stood in front of him.

"Time for bed." The demon said tauntingly. Ryou looked up to see a smirk on his face and a leash pulled tight in his hands. The teen fell back as fear struck him, his eyes pleading Yami.

"Don't worry my pet." The demon said coolly. "I won't sleep with you… yet." Ryou gasped a bit in wonder.

Why not? I thought that was what he wanted… And then, as though reading the boy's thoughts:

"It is very hard to have an innocent for a pet. I rob you of your virginity – I rob you of your value." Ryou's eyes widened. "So you're a sort of… pedigree human." Yami leaned in and gently lifted the slave's head with his fingertips. "And what a beautiful one at that." Their faces were barely inches apart and the almost kind smile on Yami's face worried Ryou even more. A hand moved towards Ryou's neck and attached the leash to the collar.

"Come." Yami said as he pulled away. Ryou got to his feet and waited to follow his master but fell as the leash was tugged roughly. He peered up through his bangs to see the demon leering back down at him.

"You do not walk." He said. "Now come." And again he began to walk towards the bed, half dragging Ryou by the leash as the teen tried to keep up. He sat next to it as Yami stripped down to his boxers and climbed in. He watched the demon expectantly, wondering where on earth he was meant to sleep – but Yami just patted him on the head and moved his face closer and placed a hand on Ryou's cheek.

"Goodnight my pet." He said in a hushed voice before lying in his bed and the candlelight went. As the light went, so did the warmth and Ryou sat there shivering slightly. He curled up on the floor and tried to use his own body heat but without any clothes or covers, he was frozen. He lay there for what felt like hours before he finally slipped into an uneasy slumber.

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Author's Notes: Another chapter! Woo! Hope you enjoyed this chapter because things have just started to get odd and exciting!

Ryou: So what the hell happened? I was happy before and now you're just making my like a misery -pouts-

Me: Yea well the story was getting a little slow so I needed something to happen and this was a spontaneous thing.

Bakura: Ok 1) Why was Yami getting all the fun with Ryou and 2) Why have you suddenly started making us talk about the goddamned story?

Me: -shrugs- It's what people are doing these days. Thought it would make my AN more interesting.

Yami: Ryou is mine BWAHAHAHAHA!

Bakura: Piss off pharaoh he's mine -tackles-

Me: Oooook… REVIEW!

Ryou: HEY! DON'T I GET A SAY IN THIS!