Sleeping Dreams

Thought Of Revenge

I was sleeping peacefully; though I think that was due to the fact that my yami was asleep too… so he couldn't beat me up. I didn't feel like waking. My body was sooo sore from last night's beatings. My chest hurt from breathing too. But I felt like someone- or thing was watching me. That's when it hit me. I fell asleep next to my yami, Bakura! Quickly I opened my eyes to see him openly staring at me. His cold eyes running over my body… I secretly cursed myself for being so stupid!

I could only think of what he was going to do to me now. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my door. Maybe if I could just… I'd never make it. But then, why was Bakura still sitting on my bed- staring at me? Why wasn't he making me pay for daring to be anywhere near him? This surprised me greatly. Maybe Bakura was just lost in thought, or maybe he… no. He was staring right at me. I couldn't take it. I ran! I jumped to my feet in an effort to bolt- and paid dearly for it. I had put a lot of pressure on my one really sore leg, and fell flat to the floor. Naturally I had to land on my bruised covered arm. I muttered an apology to Bakura and ran… well, hopped out of my room. I could only imagine Bakura laughing at me from my room. Only he could be that cold-blooded.

First, I hopped to the bathroom. Grabbing supplies I would need I attempted to sit down on the toilet. It took me a couple of minutes. I took my shirt off. My arms hurt so much. If only I had more time to let them heal before being re-bruised and cut. Ugh. Another couple of minutes and it was off. Now for the hard part. The pants. Another ten minutes went by- me in excruciating pain, before I managed to be free of them. Some of my wounds had dried to the fabric and it was truly throbbing to rip them open. In other words- it hurt like hell. I rested before I attempted to fix them up. The effort really was becoming too much for me. Didn't Bakura know what he was doing to me? I shuddered. My fear was that he knew exactly what he was doing- and didn't care.

I used various ointments in my bathroom to help. I was getting so good at this that I bet I could already be a medic. I knew exactly what to use for these cuts and what not to use for those sores. Although it all came with plenty of experience…

I was about to bandage up my cuts when Bakura suddenly opened the door. I think he was shocked for a brief moment, though I couldn't be sure. He couldn't have been surprised to find me here. He does seem to know where I am, always. But then again I was half naked. I never pictured him to be the easily embarrassed type. I mean, I did have my boxers on but… no it must be something else. He glared at me before slamming the door. A few ointments fell from the force. This was going to be hell to pick up. …yeah.

I let out some air. I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath. Sighing as I heard footsteps walking away and a muted 'weak' fade out of sound. I sighed again. For sure I thought Bakura was going to punish me for what I did this morning. I thanked Ra that he didn't. One more beating right now and I don't think I'd be getting back up…

I quickly (well as quick as I could muster), bound my wounds so they wouldn't bleed. My sores hurt worse now. The salve stung at my skin, on top of that just moving hurt. I'm really starting to doubt if Bakura would ever tell me anything.

Knowing that Bakura was in the kitchen I hopped (with support from the wall) to my room. There I picked out a long sleeved shirt and a pair of pants. Just the thought of putting these on hurt. So much pain for just one morning. I looked down at a box in my closet wistfully. All my 'summer' cloths were in that box. Ah short sleeves and shorts… But then I remembered the task at hand. I dried my eyes- they had started watering since I first left my room. And since the unguent was put on my sores I couldn't get my eyes to stop. I had to wipe them away every couple of minutes.

Dreading leaving my room I just went and laid on my bed. I closed my eyes for only a minute- but a minute was more than enough.

Hello little hikariii, I don't believe we've met. You see hikariii I have a problem. Your yami has taken something from me… something I want back. You'll help me get it back won't you? I know you hate your yami- after all he's done to you; you must hate him very much, don't you? Help me! Get your revenge! GET IT! GET REVENGE!

"No!" I woke totally distressed. I didn't hate my yami, just really resent what he does to me. I could never hate him… never. But if he keeps this up I'll surely die. And I'm not just talking about the physical beatings. Revenge? How could I get revenge on Bakura? I could never give someone else pain. Especially my yami, he's gone through so much pain already… Why else would I not fight back? No. I didn't want revenge, but how did that thought enter my mind in the first place?

"AAHHHHHHHHH!"

It was Bakura. Something was wrong! Not knowing to jump up and run towards him or jump up and hide I simply stayed where I was.

Bakura's POV

My mind was in a daze. I woke to find Ryou asleep on the floor. … And did nothing about it. In fact he got away Scot-free! AND I was starting to doubt myself about hurting him. I refuse to let such foolish thoughts cloud my mind! I will put an end to it all. I stormed out of Ryou's room and headed straight to the bathroom- I could feel him there.

With thoughts of a soon to be sorry hikari I burst through the door- and froze. Ryou was sitting in nothing but his boxers, his bodily wounds clearly visible. Ra, did I do that? He looked like a tortured prisoner from the dungeons of Ancient Egypt. His body… reminded me of… my thoughts shattered as he looked up at me. Quickly masking my shock I slammed the door and left. I couldn't believe how I was acting. "Weak." I told myself.

Not knowing why, I headed for the kitchen. Grabbing something to drink I hastily gulped something down and pondered over recent events. First a haunting dream won't let me sleep and now I doubt myself! I was getting upset, I knew I was- but something fishy was going on. AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT! I threw the glass at the wall in my rage. My next thought was to find Ryou, but even as I started to walk towards him I hesitated. Cursing myself I charged towards Ryou's room. I found him sleeping. SLEEPING! I was about to throw him off his bed but as soon as I touched him I heard that voice. '…you hate your yami…' I let go of him and stumbled out of the room. That voice AGAIN! Who could it be. WHO!

Not knowing what to do with all my rage I simply stood in the hallway and let my frustration out with a single yell. After which I hurled my fist into the wall. As I pulled it out I noticed Ryou watching me from his doorway. Quickly I stepped in front of him. The look of concern on his face vanished and fear settled over is soft features. That at least gave me a bit of satisfaction. Picking him up by his shirts neck I pinned him to the wall. "Tell me who you were communicating with!" I demanded it but he just looked at me.

"I- I don't know wha-", Ryou started to speak.

Pushing him harder to the wall I asked again. "DON'T lie to me, boy! I heard it!"

He struggled in my grasp. "Honest Bakura, I-".

I tossed him to the floor. He fell with an 'umph'. Suddenly I remembered Ryou's beat up body. He had looked so normal in the door, so uninjured. His clothes hid his battered body so very well. And he hid his injuries… I never noticed any of this before. "Damn you Ryou!" I said in my normal cold-hearted voice before walking right out of our house, leaving him to the floor.

Why was this happening to me? Ah, but of course I already knew the answer to that. My life has always been this way. But why?

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