YA: Nooo! I'm at a block! I can't think of anything to write for this story! I forgot! What to do? Too much homework! *wails*
Bakura: Here, read this.
YA: *reads a very abusive Ryou/Bakura fic* O_o
Bakura: Does that help?
YA: Plenty. Thanks Bakura.
Bakura: S'alright.
YA: I promised my readers that this fic would be different from the other ones. I'm keeping that promise, but hopefully along the way I can keep your interest for this story.
Bakura: That shouldn't be too hard. Why don't you get started on it before you forget?
YA: Excellent idea. (Not enthused) First, I would like to thank all of those who reviewed and would especially like to thank Fluffcat, Daisy, Sakura Magnus and Anzsilhoullete247 for adding me to their favorites list (although I think they did it for another story ^^) and lastly Yui Sakurazuka my head cannot get any bigger!! Onward!!
Ooh oh! Warning: Scenes of Abuse and Incest. If you are sensitive about these things (esp. of the incest) then don't read. Then again, I don't know why I even wrote this chapter.
*~*~*~ Dreams, Deceit, Traps and Thieves *~*~*~*~*~*~
More yelling below me. I wish they would stop yelling. What could they possibly be arguing about now? Is it me? Did I do something wrong for them to act like this? Too many questions left to be unanswered…how long must I live in loneliness…?
Ryou jolted upright in sleep startled by the sound of two people yelling. He remembered lastly being the bathtub with Bakura and falling asleep but now he's awakening in his soul room. Ryou pondered over the last position he was in.
"It's not clear to me how I got in that bathtub with Bakura…wait…in the tub…with…with…Bakura!!!" Ryou felt his face grow hot when he thought about how close they were with no clothes on. "And I didn't object? What's wrong with me, father would never approve!" His thoughts were interrupted with more yelling coming from outside his door. A man and a woman were heard but their voices Ryou couldn't recognize. Curious, Ryou opened his door and stared across the dark corridors to Bakura's room where the voices were coming from. He made a quick dash, hoping that the door would open before his claustrophobia kicked in and to his surprise; it opened for him this time.
The metal bolted door opened with a loud click and sung open slowly. It wasn't dark inside Bakura's room but it was wide an empty. In the center of the room was a bed made of stone, there was nothing special to it, in fact it didn't look comfortable at all. Above the bed was a hole in the ceiling that provided the room with it's only light. More curious about his surrounding, Ryou crept over to the bed, surprised that it was occupied by a curled up Bakura, wrapped in only a sheer sheet. He shook a little, but not from being cold…he was suffering from a nightmare. Empathy washed over Ryou, he has never seen Bakura suffer this way before. He wanted to comfort Bakura just has he's done before. Ryou reached out to stroke his face gently, perhaps to wake him, but when his fingers came in contact with his skin, the room flashed and disappeared.
Ryou blinked the brightness out of his eyes and let them focus. The scenery was different and he was no longer in Bakura's soul room. But he was in a small room, not of a modern house. This room looked old and…ancient. From behind him there was a small rustling noise, Ryou turned to find out what the faint shuffling was. A blanket on the floor was moving, or something under it was making it move.
"Is that you mother?" a voice from under the blanket was sounded. Ryou rubbed his neck nervously and knelt down beside the little heap with a voice.
"No." he simply answered.
"Father, then? You don't sound like father?"
"I'm not your father either."
The blanket shuffled more and slowly rolled off the small person until he was revealed to Ryou's eyes. Ryou, who was sitting on his knees, fell on his back from disbelief! The small boy before him looked just like him, only much younger. White wild hair, big brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. The boy cocked his head to the side, letting his long bangs cover his adorable eyes. He crawled onto Ryou curiously and sat on his stomach looking into his eyes.
"You're pretty." He said in awe. "Are you an angel?" Ryou smiled widely at the boy's compliment but the question tugged at him. It was an appealing question waiting to be answered by the inquisitive boy…much like—
"Bakura!!!" The boy cringed at the sound of his father's voice and gripped Ryou's shirt.
"If you are an angel then you must leave! My father likes pretty boys!" Bakura rolled off of Ryou and pulled him into a very dark corner handing him a blanket. "You must stay here, don't move and don't speak!"
"But--!"
"There you are my boy!" His father was tall and built with broad shoulders and a large bodily frame. To Ryou's surprise, his hair was black but the harsh copper eyes shown through. They were fierce and hungry for something, like Bakura. From below, light footsteps were heard rushing up the stairs and through the door. There was Bakura's mother. The white hair caught Ryou off guard, as he was about to call out to her like his mother but a glimpse of her cruel golden eyes told him different. He remained silent.
"Don't you lay a hand on him, Khan!" she shouted. "It's too late to go about letting him do your dirty work now!"
"Get off me, Bahiti! We need to eat sometime." Khan reached out to Bakura with strong hands. "Come Bakura, some one's waiting for you downstairs." Bakura looked back to make sure that Ryou wasn't seen and took his father's hand. His mother, Bahiti glared at her husband, narrowing her eyes like Bakura does when he's often annoyed. Behind them, the door shut and walking could be heard downstairs. Ryou pressed his ear to the floor and could easily hear the conversation that was going on downstairs.
"Here you go, Chike. Fortunately, he was awake."
"Excellent, Khan. You've gone through so much trouble today; I'll be willing to pay extra." There was a long silent pause before a small thump was heard followed by Bakura's soft wailing.
"Stop it, Chike! You're hurting him!" Bahiti cried.
"Back away woman!"
"Don't hurt mommy! I won't cry anymore!"
"Be quiet, boy!" Another thump and Bakura wailed again. Ryou clutched the blanket he was holding tightly, only blurred images of downstairs appeared in his head but there were great signs of abuse. But one image was clear enough to disturb Ryou. How the other man, Chike was holding Bakura to the floor and kneeling over him, Ryou couldn't stand to see Bakura that way. Ryou burst through the door of the room and down the stairs.
"I'm coming Bakura!" But before Ryou could reach the boy, he ran through a liquid wall which pulled him from the place he was in and back into the quiet soul room of Bakura. Ryou panted in fear, still standing in the same spot from which he disappeared to. Looking down at Bakura, he hasn't changed position or face expression but he was sweating more, a clear sign of mental disturbance.
"Bakura? Please wake up." Ryou touched him again but there was no flash, or traveling into dreams, but it did cause Bakura to wake. Bakura's eyes snapped opened heatedly, as if he was disturbed from a great slumber. He became more livid when seeing Ryou stand there with a sympathetic look on his face.
"What are you doing here!?!" Bakura nearly screamed. "Get out! Get out, now!" Ryou stumbled backwards but ran out the door, dashing through the corridors and back into his soul room. Closing the door behind him, he panted wildly; remember the anger that was struck on Bakura's face
/I hope I hadn't intruded. / He thought to himself, forgetting once again that Bakura could hear his thoughts. He concentrated and escaped from his soul room, only to find himself pinned down on the bed by Bakura. His eyes were moist with angry tears but they didn't fall, instead gave them a maniac shiny look to them as they flared uncontrollably at Ryou.
"Intrusion is not the correct word!" he growled. "You clearly snooped! And looked around in my dreams!" Ryou shook his head wildly in protest.
"I did none the sort--!"
"Did you not think I didn't see you in my dreams? Huh? Answer me!!" Before letting Ryou answer, he pressed a knee into his stomach. "Answer me!"
"I'm sorry! Augh! I just wanted to—aurgh—help!" Ryou struggled but Bakura overpowered him. "Bakura, I mean no harm!"
I don't know what to believe! Ryou said he wanted to help but he saw too much. He knows that I was once weak like he was and he'll probably try to find my weak spot to overpower me. I can't let that happen! He must know that I'm the dominant one; I must always be above him no matter what! Just as all the men in my time was always over me!
"I know what you're thinking! You think I'm weak! Just like you!"
"No! Never! You were just a child—"Bakura gave Ryou a firm slap before he could finish.
"Shut up! Child or not, one should not be weak among others! And you'll never be above me!" With more emphasis on his words, Bakura pressed harder into Ryou's abdomen. "I will make sure of that!"
"That'll be enough of that Bakura!"
"Huh?" Bakura's eyes widened with surprise when strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him off of Ryou. Professor grabbed Bakura firmly and lifted him off the bed, standing him on the floor still holding him. "Let me go, old man!"
"What are you doing to Ryou!?" Professor let his head dropped so his face was inches away from Bakura's ear. "I saw you two in the bathroom, but I let that one go. This on the other hand is inexcusable and I won't let you do that to my son." Bakura smirked.
"I do what I please." He struggled but Professor kept a good hold on him. "I'm not in the mood to play, old man!"
"Who said I was playing?"
"If you don't get off, I'll hurt you!" Ryou sat up, holding his stomach and reaching out to his father.
"Please dad! Let him go!" Professor glanced at Ryou before nodding and releasing Bakura. Bakura spun around and gave Professor a sharp jab in the stomach, causing him to hunch over and eventually fall to the floor in pain. "Bakura, no!" Bakura's eyes flared at Ryou, threatening him the same way and giving him the same look as his father gave him before. Ryou stared away from the dangerous gaze, frowning.
"Let THAT be a warning to you, Ryou. You better think twice before looking into my dreams again." Bakura looked at the clock which read 2:35am. "I believe you have school tomorrow. Get some sleep."
But Ryou couldn't get any sleep. First, he wanted to make sure his father was okay or alive for that matter. Ryou looked over the bed to see his father still on the floor.
"Dad?" he asked. Professor opened on eye and wandered over to his son.
"I'm okay, son." He croaked. "Is he asleep?" Ryou looked over to Bakura's bed, studying the slow motion of his steady breathing, confirming that he was indeed asleep.
"Yeah." Struggling at first, Professor was able to stand and sit beside Ryou on the bed. He put one arm around his shoulders and stared deeply into his russet eyes.
"What's going on here, son? First, I see you two in the bathtub and then he's trying to—to—"
"It's not like that at all, dad!" Ryou said. "It's quite a long story. Perhaps something we can discuss while he's sleeping." Professor nodded.
"You can explain while I fix some Root Beer floats."
The next time Ryou looked at the clock it was near 4:30am. His father was resting on one side of the couch with Ryou sitting on the other. Both were looking out for each other until Professor fell asleep. /Well that went better than I thought./ Ryou thought to himself. His thoughts then traveled to…well his thoughts. How was Bakura able to hear everything he thought? Isn't there a way to shield all of his personal thoughts from him? Ryou felt his eyes grow heavy, he gave up and shut them drifting off to sleep once more.
Back in his soul room, it was quiet. There was no more screaming from the other room and Ryou was wondering if Bakura was awake.
/I want to go see his soul room again but I don't want him to get angry…/ Debating with himself, sympathy won over and Ryou found himself in Bakura's room again. Bakura was still asleep on his bed, in a different position but never in a relaxed state. Ryou wondered if Bakura went though this every time he slept and felt more compassion for him. With another feathery touch, Ryou traveled into another dream. The house was the same, but this time it was day time. Bahiti sat on a stool, looking at the door as if waiting for someone. The door quietly opened and Bakura entered. This time, he was much older, but still not a man but a young teen. In his arm was a brown sack, lumpy with something inside.
"Oh Bakura…you went out again?" she asked. Bakura dropped the sack on the floor and looked away from her.
"He said he would cut off my hand if I didn't get it." He answered. Bahiti leaned back slightly and then offered her hand to Bakura. Bakura waited but strolled over to her, took her hand and kissed it gently while kneeling.
"Do you realize that your father doesn't love you anymore?" she said. "That's why he left me, because he doesn't love me. He thinks I'm ugly." With her other hand, she brought it up to cover her face as she wept into it. Ryou sensed that the sob was a fake one, but to the ears of a son it was devastating.
"Don't cry mother. I love you. I'll never stop loving you!" Bakura held his mother's hand tightly to his face and nuzzled it lovingly. To Ryou's surprise, the sob was false because without Bakura's noticing, she was smiling devilishly.
"Ah but Bakura, your father loved me in a different way. A way a son could never love his mother." Bakura looked up at his mother with confusion.
"Another way…to love?" he asked. With a finger placed under his chin, she urged him to come closer.
"Yes, another way. It has nothing to do with what we share now." Her eyes dropped with sorrow. "But I can never experience such love as that because Khan is gone!"
"Mother, I don't like to see you this way. Why don't I take the place of father?" Ryou gasped in shock. /What is he talking about? Doesn't he know what she's referring to? She's a sick person! Get away, Bakura! Don't fall for it!!/ If only Ryou's thoughts could reach Bakura. But it was too late, Bahiti placed a firm kiss on Bakura's lips, one that was full of fever and lust and poor Bakura couldn't help but respond to such a need. Ryou suddenly felt Bakura's embarrassment and shame, so he looked away as Bahiti led him into her room. Moments later…
"I don't know if I want to do this!" Bakura cried.
"It's alright. There's nothing wrong with it."
"It doesn't feel right. I'm not in a worthy position!" There was a long pause. "Mother…don't cry. I'll do it. I'll do it…because I love you…" Ryou covered his ears to block the following sounds coming from the nearby room, all the while, fresh tears of sadness and sympathy rolled down his cheeks. /I…I had…no idea…Bakura…/ The room shifted and swirled, melting its colors as the scene grew fuzzy. The sounds were no longer there and it wasn't long until Ryou was in a different place. Out on the streets of the market place. He wiped his tears away and stared at all of the beautiful shops that were stationed along the road one by one. The peacefulness of the town was short lived when a woman's scream was sounded. The streets cleared of its business with people hiding behind booths and others trembling in fear. A patter of heavy footsteps was heard behind him, Ryou turned to move but was pushed to the ground by a man which was Khan running. Bakura followed him with a bigger sack in his hand, running just as fast.
"Bakura wait!" Ryou's outstretched hand was grabbed by another man who twisted his arm behind his back roughly, making him cry out in pain.
"Lookie what we have here boys!" the man said squeezing tightly. "We finally got him!" Another smaller man looked around on the ground as if trying to find something.
"I don't see the gold anywhere, boss. Where is it?"
"Right here." The group of men dispersed to show Bakura standing holding the sack of gold he carried over his shoulder. "Looks like you got the wrong, robber. What'cha gonna do?" Instantly, the man dropped Ryou to the ground and pursued Bakura. Bakura quickly took off running at a steady pace until he clearly outran them. The scenery hazed and faltered, bringing back Ryou to Bakura's soul room. Learning his lesson before, Ryou didn't want to wake Bakura so he quickly walked to the exit. Steel bars fell in front of the door, slamming against the floor locking Ryou in.
"I'm in trouble…" Ryou said backing up slightly and bumping into something. That something was Bakura when Ryou turned to look and Bakura was madder than a hornet.
"You don't say." Bakura said, beside him it's easily seen that his fists are shaking with pure rage. "I thought…I thought I told you…" he struggled with his words making Ryou quiver with fear. "I thought I told you not to come back here!" He grabbed Ryou by the neck and shook him violently. Ryou swore his head would roll of his shoulders, but nothing felt worse, then the pain of whiplash that traveled down his back and spine. "Did you listen to me!? NO! You disrespect my wishes!" Ryou watched in horror as Bakura's face darkened and his eyes flash numerous colors of red. From what his father told him, it only meant one thing: Battle Mode. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY!!!!"
Ryou winced when he felt Bakura's energy rise from the floor, incasing them in a whirlwind of hot antagonism. Bakura's screams of pain bounced off the walls of his room, hitting Ryou as hard as punches in reality. Ryou began to look worried but it didn't stop to calm Bakura's anger. Still tightly holding his neck, Bakura tossed Ryou behind him, letting his skid across the floor. From the previous wave of energy, Ryou felt himself weaken and gasped for breath at the feet of Bakura, who now was towering over him. Whispering rapidly, Bakura chanted a spell to keep Ryou bound to the floor and as much as Ryou tried to move, Bakura lashed him with dark energy from his outstretched hand.
"Come in against my will, huh?" Bakura said with a malevolent glint in his eye. Ryou tried to move again, only to be assaulted by another blast of dark energy. "If you have so much courage to disobey me then try and help yourself! Go on! Try!"
"I don't want to fight you, Bakura!" cried Ryou. "I just wanted to help!" Bakura became aggravated by the small "excuse" that Ryou gave and grabbed him by the neck once again and hurled him across the room. Ryou yelped in pain when his body smashed into a wall and crumbled into a small heap. Bakura quickly advanced to Ryou.
"Don't want to fight huh?" Bakura stood above Ryou and kicked him fierce in the ribs, keeping his foot there, turning it and digging it more into his flesh. "Do you want to feel pain instead?" Ryou's cries of pain were endless, agitating Bakura to the fullest. "Be quiet!" Ryou felt himself being flipped onto his stomach and his arm twisted behind his back like before in the dream. Bakura was straddling him, adding more pressure on his newly cracked ribs.
"Because you're so curious, I'm going to give you the pleasure of feeling what I went through during my childhood!"
"Ooh no! Don't!" Ryou panicked voice was replaced by a loud shrill when Bakura dug his nails into his small wrist. "DOOOON'T"
"Remember…"Bakura said, resting his head beside Ryou's. Ryou flinched when feeling Bakura's hot breath upon his ear. "…you put this on yourself by coming here."
TBC
YA: I'm still blocked!!!
Bakura: How could you leave it there!
YA: It's a perfect end to the chapter, what are you talking about?
Bakura: How can you still be blocked?
YA: Because I don't know what to do yet.
Bakura: Read more fics about us and maybe you'll know.
YA: Yeah, maybe so. So please, review and tell me what you thought about this sucky chapter. I think things should brighten up in the next chapter, whenever I get that up. Anyway, review and let me know if I should raise the rating higher. I had to change it before, but I'm wondering if I should do it again…
