Warnings: Abuse, NCS, yaoi and probably character OOC.
//Yami to Yugi// (or Yami Bakura to Bakura)
/Yugi to Yami/ (or Bakura to Yami Bakura)
*italics*
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Chapter Twenty One
"Pardon me?" Bakura's father asked through the phone. "What do you mean the spirit came back? How?"
Bakura sighed, "That second Ring you found was actually the original and the spirit still resided in it. H-he attacked me one night and. . .and did things. . .Yugi and Yami found me a-and. . .I've been staying with them for a few days. I'm sorry I didn't call you but. . .I didn't think of it."
"Attacked you? Again? Damn it! You've had that ring for months now. Was it just once, or more?" Bakura could hear the guilt in his father's voice.
He wanted to lie to make the man feel better, but he couldn't lie, especially to his father. "More than once. I. . .I don't really want to talk about it right now." He sighed as he felt his eyes burn. He missed his father a lot and wished he had returned home.
There was silence, then, "Are you okay? I mean, was anything broken or. . .?"
"My arm's broken but it's in a cast. Other stuff happened, but I'll tell you later. I don't feel like remembering right now." Bakura said softly, his voice almost a whisper.
"If you're staying with your friends, then why are you back at the house?" His father asked.
"I needed to come back and see it. I don't know why, but I needed to. So Yami came with me." Bakura felt Yami's fingers in his own. It was a little awkward with the cast on that arm, but he was thankful for the support.
"Is he near?"
"Yes."
There was another pause. "Tell him that I thank him. Do you want me to come home Ryou? I can be there in about four days." He said.
"No Dad, that's okay. I'm fine now. You're working on a dig, and I couldn't call you away from that."
"You're my son Ryou, you're more important to me than any dig." His father replied, something in his voice.
Bakura couldn't help but smile. "I know that. But I promise I'm okay."
He heard the man sigh, "Alright. I have to go now, but call me later so we can talk again. Okay?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later Dad." Bakura waited until his father hung up before doing the same. He looked back at Yami who was still with him.
"He knew about Yami Bakura?" Yami wondered, a little surprised. Though Grandpa knew about him so it wasn't a big deal.
Bakura nodded. "Yeah, Dad walked in when he was beating me one time and I explained everything to him. He told Yami Bakura to stop hurting me, but of course he wouldn't listen. After that he was more careful not to actually get caught doing it. Dad knew where the bruises were coming from though." He shrugged easily as they walked into the living room.
Bakura suddenly shuddered as he stared at the middle of the room. He shrank back somewhat and Yami was confused. He looked at the light red carpet, studying it for any signs of anything, but then realized that there were bloodstains in a few spots. The blood had blended in; nobody had noticed it before.
"That's where he did it, isn't it?" Yami turned to Bakura. "The last time." Slowly Bakura nodded, then tugged on Yami's hand, wanting to leave the room. They went back into the hallway and Yami noticed that Bakura was purposely avoiding the kitchen, with good reason. Together they walked up the stairs and into Bakura's room. It was as how Yami and Yugi had left it: empty.
"This is your room, right?" Yami asked as Bakura slowly let go of his hand and went to a tall dresser. He got down on his knees and opened the drawer at the very bottom.
"Yeah, this is my room. It probably makes you uncomfortable to see a room so empty right?" Bakura asked as he had his back to Yami, looking through the drawer, closing it and opening the one above it.
"Yes, actually."
"Yami Bakura didn't like me to have anything personal. I mean, I was just a slave to him. He. . .he threw all of my stuff out, except my clothes and dueling deck. And this." Bakura finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out of the drawer, closing it and standing up, he went back over to Yami. Yami looked down into Bakura's arms and saw that he was holding an old teddy bear that looked like it had been well loved while growing up. He looked at Bakura's face to see worry there. "You're not going to laugh. . .are you?" Bakura asked softly and Yami suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him was just barely thirteen. He had completely forgotten about that.
He smiled softly and brushed a few strands of silver hair out of Bakura's eyes. "No, I'm not going to laugh. Yugi's soul room it covered with stuffed animals and he occasionally sleeps with one when he's had a nightmare or is sick." Yami shrugged. "How'd you hide it from Yami Bakura?"
"Carefully." Bakura replied, looking down at the toy in his arms. "I slept with it in my pillow case most of the time, or I'd stick it in my back pack because he was never interested in my school work so he never looked." They were silent for a few moments as Bakura seemed to relive a few memories that were better off forgotten. Finally, the boy looked up, "Yami? Can we leave now?" He wondered.
"Of course." Yami replied, taking Bakura's hand again and walking with him out of the room.
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To be continued. . .
//Yami to Yugi// (or Yami Bakura to Bakura)
/Yugi to Yami/ (or Bakura to Yami Bakura)
*italics*
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Chapter Twenty One
"Pardon me?" Bakura's father asked through the phone. "What do you mean the spirit came back? How?"
Bakura sighed, "That second Ring you found was actually the original and the spirit still resided in it. H-he attacked me one night and. . .and did things. . .Yugi and Yami found me a-and. . .I've been staying with them for a few days. I'm sorry I didn't call you but. . .I didn't think of it."
"Attacked you? Again? Damn it! You've had that ring for months now. Was it just once, or more?" Bakura could hear the guilt in his father's voice.
He wanted to lie to make the man feel better, but he couldn't lie, especially to his father. "More than once. I. . .I don't really want to talk about it right now." He sighed as he felt his eyes burn. He missed his father a lot and wished he had returned home.
There was silence, then, "Are you okay? I mean, was anything broken or. . .?"
"My arm's broken but it's in a cast. Other stuff happened, but I'll tell you later. I don't feel like remembering right now." Bakura said softly, his voice almost a whisper.
"If you're staying with your friends, then why are you back at the house?" His father asked.
"I needed to come back and see it. I don't know why, but I needed to. So Yami came with me." Bakura felt Yami's fingers in his own. It was a little awkward with the cast on that arm, but he was thankful for the support.
"Is he near?"
"Yes."
There was another pause. "Tell him that I thank him. Do you want me to come home Ryou? I can be there in about four days." He said.
"No Dad, that's okay. I'm fine now. You're working on a dig, and I couldn't call you away from that."
"You're my son Ryou, you're more important to me than any dig." His father replied, something in his voice.
Bakura couldn't help but smile. "I know that. But I promise I'm okay."
He heard the man sigh, "Alright. I have to go now, but call me later so we can talk again. Okay?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later Dad." Bakura waited until his father hung up before doing the same. He looked back at Yami who was still with him.
"He knew about Yami Bakura?" Yami wondered, a little surprised. Though Grandpa knew about him so it wasn't a big deal.
Bakura nodded. "Yeah, Dad walked in when he was beating me one time and I explained everything to him. He told Yami Bakura to stop hurting me, but of course he wouldn't listen. After that he was more careful not to actually get caught doing it. Dad knew where the bruises were coming from though." He shrugged easily as they walked into the living room.
Bakura suddenly shuddered as he stared at the middle of the room. He shrank back somewhat and Yami was confused. He looked at the light red carpet, studying it for any signs of anything, but then realized that there were bloodstains in a few spots. The blood had blended in; nobody had noticed it before.
"That's where he did it, isn't it?" Yami turned to Bakura. "The last time." Slowly Bakura nodded, then tugged on Yami's hand, wanting to leave the room. They went back into the hallway and Yami noticed that Bakura was purposely avoiding the kitchen, with good reason. Together they walked up the stairs and into Bakura's room. It was as how Yami and Yugi had left it: empty.
"This is your room, right?" Yami asked as Bakura slowly let go of his hand and went to a tall dresser. He got down on his knees and opened the drawer at the very bottom.
"Yeah, this is my room. It probably makes you uncomfortable to see a room so empty right?" Bakura asked as he had his back to Yami, looking through the drawer, closing it and opening the one above it.
"Yes, actually."
"Yami Bakura didn't like me to have anything personal. I mean, I was just a slave to him. He. . .he threw all of my stuff out, except my clothes and dueling deck. And this." Bakura finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out of the drawer, closing it and standing up, he went back over to Yami. Yami looked down into Bakura's arms and saw that he was holding an old teddy bear that looked like it had been well loved while growing up. He looked at Bakura's face to see worry there. "You're not going to laugh. . .are you?" Bakura asked softly and Yami suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him was just barely thirteen. He had completely forgotten about that.
He smiled softly and brushed a few strands of silver hair out of Bakura's eyes. "No, I'm not going to laugh. Yugi's soul room it covered with stuffed animals and he occasionally sleeps with one when he's had a nightmare or is sick." Yami shrugged. "How'd you hide it from Yami Bakura?"
"Carefully." Bakura replied, looking down at the toy in his arms. "I slept with it in my pillow case most of the time, or I'd stick it in my back pack because he was never interested in my school work so he never looked." They were silent for a few moments as Bakura seemed to relive a few memories that were better off forgotten. Finally, the boy looked up, "Yami? Can we leave now?" He wondered.
"Of course." Yami replied, taking Bakura's hand again and walking with him out of the room.
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To be continued. . .