Here Kitty Kitty
Meeting you
Chapter 10
Me: I love you all! I am sorry about not updating but I had no choice 8( I lost all my updates, new stories and stuff 8( like I am doing this from nothing, so please be nice! I really don't want to be all whinny but I am very upset 8'''( I had to dump my ex-boyfriend because he said I wasn't perfection (that he was searching for) and that it was hopeless to have a relationship because I was scared of kissing! Lol but now I am back and updating again:D
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The room was still except for the beeping of medical machines and heavy breathing of a small teenager. In the back corner was a beautiful wooden end table with golden flower designs on the sides. Around the table were picture frames and a dozen roses scattered around on the floor. The small glass pieces sparkled when the bright lights hit it ever so lightly. Anyone would have been upset until you looked under the handmade table to see two holes where eyes should have been on that poor teenager.
A poor teenage boy was hiding under the table, trying to become as small as a house mouse. The weird thing about this teen was the two cat ears poking out of the white mock of hair. As you look lower, you can see the beaten and burned cat tail shaking nervously between his back legs. His pale white skin so dirty and bloody that it was hard to wash without inflicting more pain. The skin never touched by the sun could tell you stories that would make you throw up.
This poor teen cat was named Ryou Bakura, only family member left with that last name. He had a bad past, but there was a sliver of hope. But was Ryou ready for that jump, or was it to scary?
A voice rang through the thick air, blocking out the beeps of the machine, "What the hell happened, Marik? Where did my Kitten go to?" The voice sounded angry and very pissed off with this person named Marik. Ryou didn't know the voice and didn't want to get to know it. He tried to move farther into the corner since he didn't know the voice. For a matter of fact, he didn't know where he was either. As he slowly moved away from the voice, his wounds stung with pain even at that slow of speed. Before he could close his mouth a hiss rang out quick and quiet, but the voice heard it.
The voice was named Bakura, which we all know had a temper and cared for the boy. Bakura slowly moved to the far corner where that stupid table stood alone. He always hated the word alone, because he always felt alone. Another hiss dragged him out of his depressing state and into the matter at hand, which was like a science fiction movie.
As Bakura got lower on the ground to see under the table, his heart broke as he saw the two black holes staring at him. One word came to mind…Empty. Two black holes with not the tiniest hope of light left. Bakura just stared back, not knowing how to further the conversation to not scar the poor boy. The only question that popped was…..
"What's your name, Kitten?" His voice was hushed and quiet, but this made no different to the cat.
"Mine is Bakura, and I would love to know your name?" As he waited for a reply, he noticed how the boy sat. His legs up to his chest with his hands hidden under his legs, and his head just hanged. His eyes only staring at the ground as his hands played with the hem of the dirty old t-shirt he had on. Even though he has been here for weeks, they couldn't clean him properly.
Bakura was growing impatient, but had one idea that came to mind in this tight spot. Be a Jerk but caring at the same time was his motto.
"Thank goodness you didn't start balling our eyes out! I can't handle it when beauties like you are crying." The boys head popped up as if he were a prairie dog looking for danger. The boy looked at Bakura and had a spark light in his eyes. His chapped lips opened to say something but then sadly closed until he managed to say one word.
"Kura?"
Bakura was shocked by the name the boy had just said. Kura was the name his dead mother called him, but no one knew that! Not the reporters, the police, not even his adoptive parents know that nickname. Shakily, he asked, "Is that your," the next part pained him to say "your name?"
The boy shook his head then looked at the ground once again. The only thing that moved was his hand that for a brief second pointed to Bakura. The hand rapidly returns to the other within those few seconds that Bakura was shocked.
"How...how do you…know that name?" Bakura wanted answers now, or else this boy will go to Seto's little pet project.
The boy didn't make a word, not even a sound except, "Ryou."
"Ryou, that's an interesting name very nice. But why did you call me Kura?" Bakura wanted answers now and he was growing more impatient by the minute.
Ryou gulped and put his head in-between his legs, "You're my savor, Kura, that's why." His voice sounded broken, but used to the wear and tear. Bakura wanted to know more than what Ryou was trying to say, forgetting about his trauma he moved the table.
The wooden table scratched against the carpet, leaving a trail of marks, frightening the boy. Ryou still didn't move, expect a very nervous shaking. Bakura jumped down to the floor, trying to make eye contact. He slowly moved his hand to the boy's hair and petted him, returning him to reality. Ryou looked at Bakura breathing deeply with tears running down his eyes.
Bakura smiled sweetly, "I love you and I want you to recover soon as possible. I will drag your butt to that big old bed over there if I have too." Slowly, Ryou let his guard down, but as Bakura moved closer Ryou moved away. Ryou put both hands to the wall as his body, little by little, followed after. Bakura thought of a zombie returning from the dead as Ryou looked beat up and, in a sense, dead. He tried to make it to the bed, but he was stumbling over his own feet. Bakura watched helplessly as his 'kitten' was in pain and not asking for help. In the middle of the room, he suddenly fall backwards right into the waiting arms of his 'Kura'.
He looked sad and scared before the words escapes his lips, "Please don't make me go back there..." His voice cracked again and again in that one statement. Bakura's hand on his back stopped abruptly and he curses inside his head, thinking he must have said something wrong. Who was he kidding? No one wanted Ryou in his entire life, how was he going to know what to say now?
"Silly Kitty, why would I say I love you if I didn't want you here with me?" Bakura had to play it cool, but his heart was breaking inside. Ryou really thought he could make him go back to those monsters? He picked Ryou up and carried him to the hospital bed before sitting in the chair next to it.
When his eyes returned back to Ryou, his kitten, he was shocked. Ryou was asleep, holding his hand softly with a peaceful look on his face. Bakura tenderly kissed the top of Ryou's head, making his cat eats twitch slightly to the right.
"I love you my purrfect kitten," Bakura smiled at his own cheesy joke, as if he had just won billions of dollars.
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