A-Anata wa G-gomen Nasi. . . . Hikari

Hi hi!! Yami Megami here (Aka Dark Goddess) This is my first Yu-gi-oh fic, so be nice. I'll only take flames if they're not, you know, malevolent, or death threats or anything ^_^. This will be yaoi. I ain't telling who tho', just telling you that as a warning. It might, and that is a very tiny maybe, become a lemon, if people bother me enough. I might put up another chappie, if I get, let's say, 5 reviews. K?

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(Author Notes)

*Note Ryou is Ryou Bakura and Bakura is Yami Bakura

Chapter 1 Destruction

"Get up you pathetic wuss." snarled Bakura. He had just thrown his light into the far wall of his bedroom, and Ryou showed no signs of getting up.

"I said get up!" he shouted, kicking Ryou savagely in the stomach. *Crack!* That was a rib. Oh well. His problem. He picked his light up by the his mass of white hair. He didn't like getting no reaction from Ryou when he gave him lessons, and his light knew this, so why wasn't Ryou at least crying? He slapped Ryou twice, once on each cheek. Ryou's breathing was very shallow, and his heartbeat was unnaturally slow. Bakura was starting to get worried. Worried? Where'd that come from? Worried, no definitely not. Slightly edgy? Perhaps. Okay, yeah.

"WAKE-UP DAMNIT!!" he shouted, tossing Ryou headfirst to the far corner of the room. Ryou didn't move. Now, Bakura was a little nervous. Not worried, just nervous. Maybe, his light really was hurt. Bakura went over and shook Ryou. His light didn't even moan in pain. He slowly rolled Ryou over, and he gasped in shock.

His light looked terrible. Bakura hadn't realized he had been wailing on his light so badly. There was blood cascading down his hairline from both of his temples, turning the snowy tresses an angry brownish red color. Ryou's pale arms were bruised so badly, you could barely tell that they were supposed to be flesh colored instead of black and blue and red. Ryou's shirt might as well not have been there, for all of the good it did. It was only a few ripped shards of material. His chest and stomach were more blood then skin, and were deformed in some places; no doubt broken bones. His legs were bruised, and he had a nasty gash all the way down his hip to his knee; that looked like it needed medical attention, quickly. It was an old scar he remembered giving Ryou weeks ago, and from the look of the nasty color it was, it hadn't been healing properly before it was re-opened. It was bleeding, and wasn't even close to showing signs of stopping. Shit. I think I may have gone too far this time. He gently picked up Ryou and took him into the bathroom. He laid him on the carpeting and pulled the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet, going to work on his light's multiple injuries. He hadn't wanted to hurt Ryou; not this much. As he started to clean that nasty gash on his light's leg, he started to think. Why am I like this? I never meant to go this far. I'm just so used to obedience. The first time I met Ryou, that was it. . . . . . . . . . .

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"W-who are you? My name's Ryou." asked an innocent voice. Where the hell am I *now*? The last thing Bakura remembered was being chased by one of those creatures--he shuddered mentally. He didn't want to think about it.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked, turning to glare at the person who had spoken to him. He was dumbstruck. This little boy, not 7 years old, he could have passed for Bakura's twin! The same pale skin, the same snowy white hair, the same brown eyes, yet this child's were infinitely warmer than Bakura's, he noted absently.

"You're in my room silly. Hey, you're just like me! Do you wanna play a game? Huh? Do you?" Bakura gritted his teeth. This kid was starting to bother him.

"Where am I, besides your room? As in village." he really, really hated kids. He had no patients for them what-so-ever. Brown eyes sparkled up at him.

"Village? We don't live in a village silly. We live in a city! What's your name?" Bakura was starting to get annoyed, which was not good for this kid's health.

"I'm only asking you one more time kid. What city are we in then?" he asked on his last shred of patients. The child giggled at him.

"I can never say the name right. How come you wanna know?" That was the last straw. Bakura lifted this kid up from the ground by his collar and slapped him, *hard*. It drew a fresh line of blood along the pale cheeks that soon mingled with tears as the child began to cry uncontrollably.

"SHUT UP!" Bakura yelled as he slapped the child again on the other cheek, more blood flowing down the smooth cheeks that had probably never been hit; not once. The child immediately stopped making noise, but silent tears kept flowing. Hmmmmmm. Maybe violence *is* the answer. He said to the child, holding their faces less than and inch apart,

"You will do *exactly* as I say, do you understand? And you will call me master." the child nodded, still quite afraid of what Bakura would do to him. "Excellent."

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That was how it all started, thought Bakura as he stitched up Bakura's leg quickly with experienced fingers, just because I lost my temper. Finishing with Ryou's leg, he went to the stomach, feeling the bulges and pushing the bones back together. For once, the sickening cracks did not make him smile, but grimace. He may have gone too far. He never wanted to hurt his light. In fact, after he got to know him, he wanted to be Ryou's friend. But by then, Ryou was too afraid of him, and this just enraged him more. So instead of trying to kill him with kindness, he had simply tried to kill him. He finished Ryou's stomach and chest. All he had to do for the arms was clean them and wrap them in gauze. A two minute task. Now for the head, thought Ryou. He cleaned the blood off and out of his light's hair as best he could, then went for a bandage. He picks it up and it jumped out of his grasp and over Ryou, rolling to the other side of him and bouncing off of the scale. Bakura muttered a few select words in Egyptian as he leaned over Ryou to grab it. He almost had it when he felt Ryou's warm breath dance across his face. He wasn't expecting it and he reeled back, putting a hand to the cheek the offending breath had caressed so softly. What the hell? What was that? What is this feeling? Bakura's heartbeat had accelerated noticeably and his breathing had quickened just slightly, resulting in a light headed feeling coursing through his nervous system and increasing at all of his pleasure centers. He shook his head to clear it and looked at Ryou. He stood up to get the gauze. When he finished with Ryou, he put the first aid kit away and gently lifted Ryou and set him in his bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. Ryou started to mumble something as he went to roll over, but just as he got to his side, his face contorted in a look of pain and he immediately lay still. It wrenched Bakura's heart. Why do *I* care about what happens to Ryou? I don't!! Whoever said I did? He sat staring at the ceiling, and his mind drifted back to when Bakura had dropped that bandage. He wanted to know what happened. Why was I so short of breath, and why did my heart beat rapidly accelerate? What the hell's going on?! He looked at his light who was sleeping fitfully. At least his breathing is somewhat normal; that was a good sign. Then he quickly added, but only because if he died, then I'd have nothing to let my access anger out on. He looked down at his sleeping light who hadn't moved an inch. As his eyes traveled down the cool pale features, they stopped on one in particular: his lips. Before Bakura knew what was happening, he began to ponder them. They look so soft, and pale. I wonder what they taste--WHAT THE HELL!!?? I need to go lie down for a while. It sort of looks comfortable next to Ryou--BY RA!!! What am I thinking!? He turned the chair around, determined *not* to think of his light. But, his mind was just as determined not to make this task easy.

Bakura looked around the room looking for *something* to keep his mind occupied. Then, he caught his refelction in the full length mirror that was on the door across the room. He looked so much like his light; same snowy hair, same pale skin. Only under his slight frame were housed muscles that could kick anyone's ass. He absently wondered if Ryou had any muscles and just never used them. I could very easily find out by--Ra help me!! Isis, Anubis, Horus, Ra, anybody!! Purge these insane thoughts from my mind before *I* go insane!! They didn't though. The thoughts just kept coming and coming. After a while he decided that *not* looking at his light was worse than *looking* at him, so he turned the chair around again, and he was instantly sorry.

He was so lost in his thoughts, (evil hentai grin ^_^), that he must not have heard Ryou. His hikari was sweating, probably on the verge of jumping head first into a nightmare. But that wasn't all. His pale lips (the subject of Bakura's thoughts not 10 minutes ago ^_^) were parted and he was making delicious panting noises. Delicious? Oh hell no, I did *not* just think that! He noticed that the thin sheen of sweat that covered his hikari made Ryou glow with a spectral iridescence in the patch of moonlight he was laying in. He is beautiful. Bakura mentally slapped himself. Where did *that* thought come from? Yami Bakura laid a cool hand on Ryou's head, and almost immediately, Ryou regained the perfectly serene look on his face. This surprised Bakura so much that he almost drew away. "Almost" being key word there. He had thought his light hated him. He probably thinks it's someone else, or he just didn't think at all. He watched his sleeping hikari. Ryou looked serene enough, even though Bakura could tell he was still in pain. He looks like an angel. Yes, and angel, while I'm a demon, sent to harm this perfect one.

Bakura couldn't place the feeling he had. Whatever it was, he wasn't to sure he liked it. He stared at his light for a long time, mesmerized by the soft glow of his pale skin and the way shadows weren't able to touch him. Yes, he was thinking this, he really didn't care. Then, he did something he had never, ever done before. He clasped hands with Ryou. For the first time since he had met Ryou, he touched his light with something other than hate. He touched him with companionship; trust. And, what Ryou did surprised him even more. Even in his pained state, Ryou smiled softly and gently squeezed Bakura's hand. This act drew a startled gasp from Bakura and sent a shiver up his spine. It was as if Ryou accepted him, even in his sleep. I still haven't figured out what's wrong with me, but I guess it's okay. He glanced at his light. *His* light. He liked the sound of that, even if he was only saying it in his head. Perhaps I should entertain one of my earlier thoughts. He thought this as his gaze landed back on Ryou's lips. He leaned forward and gently brushed his against his hikari's. It was just a feather light touch, but Bakura liked the soft taste he got---as if a tease. He looked at his light. He was still sleeping, though a now deeper smile graced his lips. Once more Bakura leaned down to his light, still grasping Ryou's hand softly, he kissed the closed eyelids of the brown eyes that held so much more emotion then his did. They were the perfect shade of chocolate, mixed with smiles and tears in a perfect combination that made up a beautifully clear window into Ryou's very soul. Down Ryou's cheeks Bakura's lips feathered, ending back where they started; Ryou's pale, delicious lips. This time the kiss was longer, not a mere touch, as before. Bakura looked at his light and saw there was still pain clouding his light's features. Mere hours ago, he would have given anything to cause the pain. Now, her would give anything to take it away. Then, he said something that he had never, ever said, not once in his entire 5,000 years of living.

"A-anata wa, g-gomen nasi. . . . . Hikari." he said, choking slightly on the words as they came through the constriction in his throat and fell on what he thought were deaf ears. He really was sorry. He kissed Ryou on the forehead. "Oyasumi, Hikari." he muttered softly. Another gentle buterfly kiss, and Ryou began to stir slightly. In an instant, Bakura was gone. Ryou's chocolate colored eyes flickered open. Bakura didn't know how light of a sleeper Ryou was. He also didn't know how well he could fake sleeping. He had squeezed his Yami's hand back, because he truly had forgiven him for what he had done. . . . . . . . .

~Owari?

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