A.n.-I know most of you are hopeing for the happy ending to come in this chapter, but....sorry folks life ain't that easy and nor will this fic's ending be....^_^I hope you all like the chappie though and don't forget to review^_^
Dissclaimer-I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or this song "If Looks Could Kill"by heart.
Dedication-CrystalDraygon98, SpirtGuardian, Vampire Huntress D, Renee the Rabid Squirrel, Tohru, Memo, Kako, Ilay, Asian Angel 12, Liana, Luunatic Lisa (LL, KaTyA, Itooshii-chan, Bronze Eagle, AnimeQueen, and SliverLaugh1155. Domo Arigatou Minna!!^_^
~Caught you in the act
Can't put up with that
Messing where you shouldn't be
I wanna hear you say you're sorry
'Cause nobody takes advantage of me~
~You're missing the mark
Shooting in the dark
I'm pulling the wool from my eyes
Baby don't you push me further
Its gonna hurt you if it happens twice~
Anger boiled through my blood as I stared up at my darker half. Fury has always been a somewhat foreign emotion to me. It takes a lot to really work me up into a rage. But for the first time in a long time I felt the undeniable fire of anger burning through out my soul diminishing all other emotion.
Still.......I loved him. I do. I always will....but seeing him that way.....seeing him laying in the bed sated after being with ANZU.....it hurt so much....
I felt tears welling in my eyes but I shoved them down firmly and rose out of the bed, desperate to put as much distance between him and I as possible. Obviously he wanted to be with her and my presence was a burden. Since returning to the Ring was no longer possible I had to try and fade away.
The bitter taste of rejection rested on my tongue. Anger and sadness flying through me at a hyper speed. I clinched my hands into fists and composed myself to the best of my ability before turning to face him. I will be strong. I will not weaken and collapse to the floor in crying misery.
He smiled somewhat nervously, his eyes locked so firmly on me as though I would disappear at the first provocation. If that was possible I probably would. But that would be weak, and for once in my pitiful existence weakness isn't a problem for me. Maybe its the cold hard clarity anger has always given me but I feel alive, I feel strong, I feel malevolent fire of rage boiling through out my body. Engulfing me completely
"Hikari.....I....."he trailed off, his features twisting in confusion at the look of pure murder I was sure I was giving him.
It felt good, for some strange reason. I loved him, but I wanted him to feel what I felt. Wanted him to feel the soul-burning agony that was slowly ripping me to pieces. My heart was dead, long since gone. The image of him and her are forever burned within my mind. A memory I will never forget. Cannot forget...and I'm not sure if I can forgive it. Maybe--with time....but....it was becoming hard to think clearly.
All I could feel was pain. All I could sense was betrayle. Not even the bare feeling of his soul intertwined with my own could take away the utter blinding pain that ripped through me. For the completeness I felt was a perpetual reminder of what I most likely will never have as my own. But that didn't matter right now.
All that mattered was the ship of my patience and my very soul had just begun to sink with his daring to just call me "hikari". A single, simple word that wasn't so simple. A word that held memories of pain and anguish, of secrets buried down so deep it makes me want to scream. The thick wall I've always kept up between me and the world was feeling hot and suffocating. Emotions I have choked down or hadn't really felt rising so hard within me.
Vengeance sung in my veins. Hate and anger poisoned my every sense as I felt my body tense with the rage that was eating me up from inside out.
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please please
Baby, don't hurt me no more~
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
He swallowed hard, taking a step toward me, I didn't move. I glared at him with all the strength I could muster in me. Which at the moment was no trivial force to be reckoned with.
"Abiou--"
"Don't you dare call me that."I snapped, I felt a little pride that my voice showed the anger I felt and didn't waver in the slightest.
He raised a single white eyebrow, the passiveness I membered from when he used to beat the hell out of me coming into play at my harsh tone.
"Fine."he said simply,"I know your angry...I can feel it. But, onegai, we need to talk about this--"
"Talk?!"I chocked out a broken, empty laugh,"Talk about what? The fact that your with her? That my return complicates everything?! Well, I don't want to talk. I want you to get the hell out. Now."
My demand was meant with empty silence. I could tell from the complex emotions on his face that he was getting angry...but also confused. In the past I had always feared inspiring such emotions in him. Knowing that only pain would come of it--mainly on me physically and mentally.
But I didn't care right now. Not in the slightest. Fury builded so strongly in me, giving me strength I have never truly possessed in my entire life. I felt alive, my skin sensitive to the very brush of the air. My anger blocking out all other senses while at the same time lifting them to heights unimaginable to most.
I wasn't afraid, I wasn't weak. I was a fearless warrior with my words as my mightiest weapon. And I wasn't afraid to go in for the kill.
~You're living on the edge
Hangin' by a thread
I'm watching every move you make
You don't want to see my anger
So don't you make another mistake~
~Love is on the line
I ain't about to be kind
Thats a promise and a threat
You don't want to see my anger
If I was you I'd really cool it
Or risk a night you'll never forget~
"Ryou, don't be a baka. We need to talk so stop acting like a complete moron and listen to me!"he yelled, frustration clear in his voice.
I wasn't about to be swayed though. I'd been played a fool more or less. I'd given him my heart, my devotion, everything that I had but it would never be enough. It couldn't be enough. I stole a glance at myself in my mirror not far away. Sadness washed over me, nearly drowning the intense fury that flowed through me.
In comparison to Anzu I looked nothing less then a washed out little child with nothing. Long raggedy white hair, milk-white skin and wide plain brown eyes. Not exactly an head-turner. About the only thing that drew attention was my white hair, a momentary distraction until something better came up really.
I was sick of standing by. Tired of having my heart ripped out and stamped upon. I suppose the old-age saying is true then. 'The ones we love are the ones that hurt us the most.' Words, meaningless simple words that can't make a difference in any way. I have nothing to offer, while Anzu has much.
She's a startling beauty who made him happy even before and after I was sealed in the Ring. I'm far from any competition. Solid ground had left me to a depthless abyss where there was no shining light to guide me. There was no happy ending at the end for me, despite the fact that the fairy tales always said true love concurs all.
I guess the writers never toke a long hard look at reality. Because its not that simple. But then, no one ever said that life was easy.
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please please
Darlin' don't hurt me no more~
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
I noticed that through out my abrupt musing I hadn't been paying enough attention to my surroundings and my Yami had moved closer to me. A couple of arm away to be exact. I could smell the spicy crimson scent that always had clung to him. Those same smooth, diamond hard at first glance brown eyes stared at me; seeing into my very soul and stripping me of my every defence.
I love him. I hate him. I want him. I need him. I want him gone. I want him to leave. So many contradicting emotions sung through my blood, crowding my thoughts making it complicated on what to choose. I clung to my anger, I clung to the negative emotions spiraling out of control within my body.
"Get away from me."I growled, pushing as much vengeance and liquid fire into my voice as possible.
"Damnit, Ryou, stop being so friggin' difficult and sit your ass down so we can talk!"he yelled, patience has never been my darker halves virtue.
I pushed him as hard as I could, he stumbled back a few steps mostly out of surprise I belive. Or maybe my anger had given me more strength then I thought. Either way, the torrent waves of fury had taken me and there was no way to break the binding spell they wove so firmly around me. And if I could, I don't think I would.
I was a fool, a fool to belive and hang onto the dream that one day i'd be with him. That he would ever leave Anzu for the likes of me. Worthless, tattered dreams with no truth in them. I'd treated his very attention to me like precious gems thrown at my feet. I couldn't take it any more. Couldn't take the obvious rejection, the fact that I'll never be good enough.
It hurt, it really did. People say I've enough patience and forgiveness in me to forgive the most fallen evil beings in the world. They say that because I didn't hold a grudge against my Yami for beating the hell out of me all the time. Pressure builds and builds though and in the end one can only take so much.
Seeing him there, with HER....that was it. The final straw that broke that camels back, as they say. I'm no saint, despite what they belive. I'm the most tainted of the damned. The light that once dwelled in my heart has grown duller and duller with time and I doubt it still shines. How can it when my heart has been ripped from my chest?
I glared at my Yami with all the broken hatred and anger I could flush into me. Which at the moment was a lot. For a single second I felt pain shoot through me, pain that I dared push him away when I love him so much. When all I really want is to be with him i'm shoving him away...but I can't take it anymore. I can't take being the second fiddle to someone like Anzu. I can't.
I can see right through him now. He doesn't love me now and he never will. Perhaps he cares for me to the extent that should I die so shall he, cares for me only as the fact that i'm the other half of his soul and apart neither of us can truly survive. Maybe i'm still a child in his eyes, a foolish baka child to be watched at all times.
Screw that.
~I was a fool to believe in you
A sucker for every line
I'm a little less blind
Than I was before
I can see right through design~
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please plese
Darlin' don't hurt me no more
"Stay away from me. I hate you."I said, my voice trembled at the last word to my disgust.
I do hate him....don't I? Yes....it'll make it easier on him and me if everyone believes I hate him. I hurt though...to say it aloud. To see the utter agony flash through his eyes at those simple three words. I love him, but I can't take this any more. If cruelty will help keep such emotions as these away then I will embrace it fully. I have no other choice. None.
"No you don't."he said simply, his voice cracking slightly.
I was surprised to say the least. My Yami's voice had only held that tone when he had begged my forgiveness that one starry night when he'd come home from his 'talk' with Malik's Yami. Confusion seeped through the blind anger that had filled me. Sadness was welling in me, choking me actually.
How could this be? I had hurt him. I'd done it. Revenge is just as bitter as they say. I gathered what remained of my pride and tried to meet his gaze with a firm front. I can't falter now....I can't....I have to be strong....for this one moment I have to stand tall--I've no other choice really.
I've pulled the wool from my eyes, I'm a little less blind to the foolish hope he can ever love me. He can't love me. I've given him no real reason to. I squared my shoulders and narrowed my eyes in what I hoped was a good impression of his passive cruelty from when the Ring first fell into my hands.
"Don't I?"My voice didn't tremble this time, but remained strong and fearless. Foolish, damnable pride flushed through my senses.
It was like a high really. This feeling of power that filled me so completely. Warding off all my vulnerabilities to the very fullest. Nothing could touch me, nothing could hurt me.....nothing.
But....that look on his face. Now that did hurt. It was like being run through with a rusty sword. His expression was that of a man without hope, without cause, without any thing.
Then I saw it. A subtle darkening in his features. His eyes becoming hard and cruel like glossy brown gems. Unfeeling and cold, no compassion layed in those eyes I looked into. He moved forward with surprising speed and the only thing I saw was his hand coming down before fiery sharp pain exploded across my face.
I stumbled back, falling flat on my butt as I stared up with wide eyes. Power fled me leavening bare the simple, spineless child I have always been. Tears welled in my eyes as I stared up at him. Despertly I fought to reclaim the anger that had given me such confidence, such strength. Nothing came. I was lost now. Maybe forever.
I touched my cheek gently, scrounging up my scattered defenses enough to glare hard at him.
"I hate you. I hate you...I-I-I hah-ha-hate yah-you!!!"I screamed loudly, my voice cracking with weakness. With fear. With vulnerability.
He didn't even flinch. His features hard as marble as he stared unfeeling down at me. My screamed words falling upon deaf ears and blind eyes.
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please plese
Darlin' don't hurt me no more~
He kneeled next to me, his eyes a steely brown as he searched my own. I could feel his mind prodding mine even as I threw up my mental shields as high as they could go. Knowing vacantly that he would find a way past them eventually. I wasn't ready to go down without a fight though. I can't....
I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks though I paid them no heed, I simply glared at him with all my battered strength. failure and weakness was no longer an option. No longer an option....
Sobs were trying to burst their way from my chest. I was fighting a losing battle. My fury had fled, leavening only emence sorrow in its wake. I didn't hate him. I loved him more then words....but i'd hurt him. Guess this proves just how much I don't deserve him. How much I never deserved him.
He grabbed my chin with his hand, his fingers feeling hard bone. He crushed his lips dominatingly against mine. Bruising hard force against my own lips as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Tasting. Taunting. Teasing. Proving just who was the stronger one. More tears rolled down my cheeks as he pulled away, his eyes still that cold unfeeling brown that I knew from so long ago.
I shrunk back away from him, feeling an old-age fear from long ago rising within me. He simply stooped over and lifted an unresisting me into his arms. I cringed in his arms, yet I leaned into his warmth. My eyes suddenly felt heavy, my body feeling drained of all real strength. I slowly slumped in his arms. Vaugly feeling a few more tears make their way down my cheeks as the abyss of sleep rose to claim me.
The last thing I knew before I succumbed to the siren song of sleep was the feel of something cold and wet splashing on my forehead just as darkness embraced me fully....
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
~If looks could kill~
A.n.-Well, what did you all think? Didja like it?? Please review....and I'll have the next chappie up soon.....your reviews are what motivate me actually....so the more reviews the sooner I'll have the next chappie! Also, for those of you who think Ryou-chan acted OCC just now...remember, everyone has a temper/breaking point n' such...
Dissclaimer-I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or this song "If Looks Could Kill"by heart.
Dedication-CrystalDraygon98, SpirtGuardian, Vampire Huntress D, Renee the Rabid Squirrel, Tohru, Memo, Kako, Ilay, Asian Angel 12, Liana, Luunatic Lisa (LL, KaTyA, Itooshii-chan, Bronze Eagle, AnimeQueen, and SliverLaugh1155. Domo Arigatou Minna!!^_^
~Caught you in the act
Can't put up with that
Messing where you shouldn't be
I wanna hear you say you're sorry
'Cause nobody takes advantage of me~
~You're missing the mark
Shooting in the dark
I'm pulling the wool from my eyes
Baby don't you push me further
Its gonna hurt you if it happens twice~
Anger boiled through my blood as I stared up at my darker half. Fury has always been a somewhat foreign emotion to me. It takes a lot to really work me up into a rage. But for the first time in a long time I felt the undeniable fire of anger burning through out my soul diminishing all other emotion.
Still.......I loved him. I do. I always will....but seeing him that way.....seeing him laying in the bed sated after being with ANZU.....it hurt so much....
I felt tears welling in my eyes but I shoved them down firmly and rose out of the bed, desperate to put as much distance between him and I as possible. Obviously he wanted to be with her and my presence was a burden. Since returning to the Ring was no longer possible I had to try and fade away.
The bitter taste of rejection rested on my tongue. Anger and sadness flying through me at a hyper speed. I clinched my hands into fists and composed myself to the best of my ability before turning to face him. I will be strong. I will not weaken and collapse to the floor in crying misery.
He smiled somewhat nervously, his eyes locked so firmly on me as though I would disappear at the first provocation. If that was possible I probably would. But that would be weak, and for once in my pitiful existence weakness isn't a problem for me. Maybe its the cold hard clarity anger has always given me but I feel alive, I feel strong, I feel malevolent fire of rage boiling through out my body. Engulfing me completely
"Hikari.....I....."he trailed off, his features twisting in confusion at the look of pure murder I was sure I was giving him.
It felt good, for some strange reason. I loved him, but I wanted him to feel what I felt. Wanted him to feel the soul-burning agony that was slowly ripping me to pieces. My heart was dead, long since gone. The image of him and her are forever burned within my mind. A memory I will never forget. Cannot forget...and I'm not sure if I can forgive it. Maybe--with time....but....it was becoming hard to think clearly.
All I could feel was pain. All I could sense was betrayle. Not even the bare feeling of his soul intertwined with my own could take away the utter blinding pain that ripped through me. For the completeness I felt was a perpetual reminder of what I most likely will never have as my own. But that didn't matter right now.
All that mattered was the ship of my patience and my very soul had just begun to sink with his daring to just call me "hikari". A single, simple word that wasn't so simple. A word that held memories of pain and anguish, of secrets buried down so deep it makes me want to scream. The thick wall I've always kept up between me and the world was feeling hot and suffocating. Emotions I have choked down or hadn't really felt rising so hard within me.
Vengeance sung in my veins. Hate and anger poisoned my every sense as I felt my body tense with the rage that was eating me up from inside out.
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please please
Baby, don't hurt me no more~
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
He swallowed hard, taking a step toward me, I didn't move. I glared at him with all the strength I could muster in me. Which at the moment was no trivial force to be reckoned with.
"Abiou--"
"Don't you dare call me that."I snapped, I felt a little pride that my voice showed the anger I felt and didn't waver in the slightest.
He raised a single white eyebrow, the passiveness I membered from when he used to beat the hell out of me coming into play at my harsh tone.
"Fine."he said simply,"I know your angry...I can feel it. But, onegai, we need to talk about this--"
"Talk?!"I chocked out a broken, empty laugh,"Talk about what? The fact that your with her? That my return complicates everything?! Well, I don't want to talk. I want you to get the hell out. Now."
My demand was meant with empty silence. I could tell from the complex emotions on his face that he was getting angry...but also confused. In the past I had always feared inspiring such emotions in him. Knowing that only pain would come of it--mainly on me physically and mentally.
But I didn't care right now. Not in the slightest. Fury builded so strongly in me, giving me strength I have never truly possessed in my entire life. I felt alive, my skin sensitive to the very brush of the air. My anger blocking out all other senses while at the same time lifting them to heights unimaginable to most.
I wasn't afraid, I wasn't weak. I was a fearless warrior with my words as my mightiest weapon. And I wasn't afraid to go in for the kill.
~You're living on the edge
Hangin' by a thread
I'm watching every move you make
You don't want to see my anger
So don't you make another mistake~
~Love is on the line
I ain't about to be kind
Thats a promise and a threat
You don't want to see my anger
If I was you I'd really cool it
Or risk a night you'll never forget~
"Ryou, don't be a baka. We need to talk so stop acting like a complete moron and listen to me!"he yelled, frustration clear in his voice.
I wasn't about to be swayed though. I'd been played a fool more or less. I'd given him my heart, my devotion, everything that I had but it would never be enough. It couldn't be enough. I stole a glance at myself in my mirror not far away. Sadness washed over me, nearly drowning the intense fury that flowed through me.
In comparison to Anzu I looked nothing less then a washed out little child with nothing. Long raggedy white hair, milk-white skin and wide plain brown eyes. Not exactly an head-turner. About the only thing that drew attention was my white hair, a momentary distraction until something better came up really.
I was sick of standing by. Tired of having my heart ripped out and stamped upon. I suppose the old-age saying is true then. 'The ones we love are the ones that hurt us the most.' Words, meaningless simple words that can't make a difference in any way. I have nothing to offer, while Anzu has much.
She's a startling beauty who made him happy even before and after I was sealed in the Ring. I'm far from any competition. Solid ground had left me to a depthless abyss where there was no shining light to guide me. There was no happy ending at the end for me, despite the fact that the fairy tales always said true love concurs all.
I guess the writers never toke a long hard look at reality. Because its not that simple. But then, no one ever said that life was easy.
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please please
Darlin' don't hurt me no more~
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
I noticed that through out my abrupt musing I hadn't been paying enough attention to my surroundings and my Yami had moved closer to me. A couple of arm away to be exact. I could smell the spicy crimson scent that always had clung to him. Those same smooth, diamond hard at first glance brown eyes stared at me; seeing into my very soul and stripping me of my every defence.
I love him. I hate him. I want him. I need him. I want him gone. I want him to leave. So many contradicting emotions sung through my blood, crowding my thoughts making it complicated on what to choose. I clung to my anger, I clung to the negative emotions spiraling out of control within my body.
"Get away from me."I growled, pushing as much vengeance and liquid fire into my voice as possible.
"Damnit, Ryou, stop being so friggin' difficult and sit your ass down so we can talk!"he yelled, patience has never been my darker halves virtue.
I pushed him as hard as I could, he stumbled back a few steps mostly out of surprise I belive. Or maybe my anger had given me more strength then I thought. Either way, the torrent waves of fury had taken me and there was no way to break the binding spell they wove so firmly around me. And if I could, I don't think I would.
I was a fool, a fool to belive and hang onto the dream that one day i'd be with him. That he would ever leave Anzu for the likes of me. Worthless, tattered dreams with no truth in them. I'd treated his very attention to me like precious gems thrown at my feet. I couldn't take it any more. Couldn't take the obvious rejection, the fact that I'll never be good enough.
It hurt, it really did. People say I've enough patience and forgiveness in me to forgive the most fallen evil beings in the world. They say that because I didn't hold a grudge against my Yami for beating the hell out of me all the time. Pressure builds and builds though and in the end one can only take so much.
Seeing him there, with HER....that was it. The final straw that broke that camels back, as they say. I'm no saint, despite what they belive. I'm the most tainted of the damned. The light that once dwelled in my heart has grown duller and duller with time and I doubt it still shines. How can it when my heart has been ripped from my chest?
I glared at my Yami with all the broken hatred and anger I could flush into me. Which at the moment was a lot. For a single second I felt pain shoot through me, pain that I dared push him away when I love him so much. When all I really want is to be with him i'm shoving him away...but I can't take it anymore. I can't take being the second fiddle to someone like Anzu. I can't.
I can see right through him now. He doesn't love me now and he never will. Perhaps he cares for me to the extent that should I die so shall he, cares for me only as the fact that i'm the other half of his soul and apart neither of us can truly survive. Maybe i'm still a child in his eyes, a foolish baka child to be watched at all times.
Screw that.
~I was a fool to believe in you
A sucker for every line
I'm a little less blind
Than I was before
I can see right through design~
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please plese
Darlin' don't hurt me no more
"Stay away from me. I hate you."I said, my voice trembled at the last word to my disgust.
I do hate him....don't I? Yes....it'll make it easier on him and me if everyone believes I hate him. I hurt though...to say it aloud. To see the utter agony flash through his eyes at those simple three words. I love him, but I can't take this any more. If cruelty will help keep such emotions as these away then I will embrace it fully. I have no other choice. None.
"No you don't."he said simply, his voice cracking slightly.
I was surprised to say the least. My Yami's voice had only held that tone when he had begged my forgiveness that one starry night when he'd come home from his 'talk' with Malik's Yami. Confusion seeped through the blind anger that had filled me. Sadness was welling in me, choking me actually.
How could this be? I had hurt him. I'd done it. Revenge is just as bitter as they say. I gathered what remained of my pride and tried to meet his gaze with a firm front. I can't falter now....I can't....I have to be strong....for this one moment I have to stand tall--I've no other choice really.
I've pulled the wool from my eyes, I'm a little less blind to the foolish hope he can ever love me. He can't love me. I've given him no real reason to. I squared my shoulders and narrowed my eyes in what I hoped was a good impression of his passive cruelty from when the Ring first fell into my hands.
"Don't I?"My voice didn't tremble this time, but remained strong and fearless. Foolish, damnable pride flushed through my senses.
It was like a high really. This feeling of power that filled me so completely. Warding off all my vulnerabilities to the very fullest. Nothing could touch me, nothing could hurt me.....nothing.
But....that look on his face. Now that did hurt. It was like being run through with a rusty sword. His expression was that of a man without hope, without cause, without any thing.
Then I saw it. A subtle darkening in his features. His eyes becoming hard and cruel like glossy brown gems. Unfeeling and cold, no compassion layed in those eyes I looked into. He moved forward with surprising speed and the only thing I saw was his hand coming down before fiery sharp pain exploded across my face.
I stumbled back, falling flat on my butt as I stared up with wide eyes. Power fled me leavening bare the simple, spineless child I have always been. Tears welled in my eyes as I stared up at him. Despertly I fought to reclaim the anger that had given me such confidence, such strength. Nothing came. I was lost now. Maybe forever.
I touched my cheek gently, scrounging up my scattered defenses enough to glare hard at him.
"I hate you. I hate you...I-I-I hah-ha-hate yah-you!!!"I screamed loudly, my voice cracking with weakness. With fear. With vulnerability.
He didn't even flinch. His features hard as marble as he stared unfeeling down at me. My screamed words falling upon deaf ears and blind eyes.
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
~If looks could kill
You'd be lying on the floor
You'd be begging me please plese
Darlin' don't hurt me no more~
He kneeled next to me, his eyes a steely brown as he searched my own. I could feel his mind prodding mine even as I threw up my mental shields as high as they could go. Knowing vacantly that he would find a way past them eventually. I wasn't ready to go down without a fight though. I can't....
I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks though I paid them no heed, I simply glared at him with all my battered strength. failure and weakness was no longer an option. No longer an option....
Sobs were trying to burst their way from my chest. I was fighting a losing battle. My fury had fled, leavening only emence sorrow in its wake. I didn't hate him. I loved him more then words....but i'd hurt him. Guess this proves just how much I don't deserve him. How much I never deserved him.
He grabbed my chin with his hand, his fingers feeling hard bone. He crushed his lips dominatingly against mine. Bruising hard force against my own lips as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Tasting. Taunting. Teasing. Proving just who was the stronger one. More tears rolled down my cheeks as he pulled away, his eyes still that cold unfeeling brown that I knew from so long ago.
I shrunk back away from him, feeling an old-age fear from long ago rising within me. He simply stooped over and lifted an unresisting me into his arms. I cringed in his arms, yet I leaned into his warmth. My eyes suddenly felt heavy, my body feeling drained of all real strength. I slowly slumped in his arms. Vaugly feeling a few more tears make their way down my cheeks as the abyss of sleep rose to claim me.
The last thing I knew before I succumbed to the siren song of sleep was the feel of something cold and wet splashing on my forehead just as darkness embraced me fully....
~If looks could kill
You'd be reeling from the pain
And you'd never lie again
If looks could kill~
~If looks could kill~
A.n.-Well, what did you all think? Didja like it?? Please review....and I'll have the next chappie up soon.....your reviews are what motivate me actually....so the more reviews the sooner I'll have the next chappie! Also, for those of you who think Ryou-chan acted OCC just now...remember, everyone has a temper/breaking point n' such...