Noname: Hi everyone! Thanks for all your reviews! They were great!
Bakura: Yeah, sure.
Noname: I'm not listening to you.
Bakura: yeah, whatever
Noname: Here it goes! I hope ya' enjoy!
Bakura: I hope the opposite!'
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What could I do now, you ask? Walk home and face my dark. My other half. My Yami. I was shaking at just the thought of getting him angry. Usually he would hurt me because he wanted to. Now, he has some kind of reason, some kind of twisted reason.. I guess.
But actually the first thing I need to do is hide the cat. Somewhere my yami won't notice, yet somewhere warm, yet cool, dry and comfortable. I also have to have easy access to that place without my yami knowing. I really think I'm in over my head with this. How could I take care of cat, when I can barley take care of myself? And where exactly do I find this " perfect haven"?
Ryou sighed. It was getting colder, and darker, and even though he was walking at a snail's pace because of the heavy, multi-colored cat glued upon his head, he was about a block away from his home. He could feel his yami angering by the second into an uncontrollable fury through their link. Wonderful
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Ryou was now home and everything was dark. Ryou looked all the way up and the third story window. He saw his yami was not waiting for him like he usually does. This could be bad for him, but it would be good for the cat. He could now sneak through the window from his highest tree. The only problem is that his yami might notice him before he actually gets up there. He had to take that risk. For the cat. But not right then, perhaps later. First he had to face Bakura, his yami.
Ryou carefully stepped up to his front porch as he tucked the sleeping cat safely into his dark green messenger bag. Another day of torture beyond measure. Another time of feeling hurt or unwanted. Another evening filled with angst and emotional abuse.
Ryou pulled out his house-key and slowly place it into the keyhole. He twisted it to the right, hearing the door crack and open slowly.
" Yami?" He called out quietly. " wh.. where are you?" Ryou carefully went to a curtain and pulled it open. The moon shown brightly through the large glass window, making his house bathed in the moon's light. Ryou gazed at the moon. I t vividly shone back into Ryou's soft, brown orbs. Ryou heard noises. He looked straight up at the ceiling he heard creaking sound.
Startled. He put down his bag slowly. Still looking up with eyes filled with terror. His yami started to speak.
"So.I see our little hikari is finally back home. Fantastic."
Bakura was at the very top of the ceiling reverse to the moon's generous rays. His hair wildly dropped over his face making him look demonic, a hell child. His eyes shown heavily through the darkness. His glossy, red/brownish eyes. The ones that seem to rip flesh from glance. One gaze. One stare. All enough. All life threatening.
Bakura jumped of the ceiling and landed on all fours. I didn't' dare to move. He stood up in front of me and giggled insanely.
" Ryou, Ryou, Ryou," He chanted with verbal toxin. " You where supposed to be home
Two hours ago", "Care to tell yami what happened? Hmmm?"
Ryou's head was downcast. He had no answer worth saying or worth listening to. He kept silent. Silent until his yami might leave him alone.
Ryou felt a hard blow against his cheek. Tears streamed out of his eyes, and he began to speak.
"Please forgive me Bakura, I didn't meant to-
" YOU ARE NEVER TO CALL ME BAKURA! I AM YOUR MASTER AND YOU ARE BELOW ME!"
Bakura pushed Ryou into the wall with forceful impact. He flew into the wall headfirst. The collision devastated the wall, making Ryou's head go through it. Poor Ryou's head was stuck in a wall and blood everywhere. Crystal tears stained Ryou's face as it grimaced in pain. He pulled his head out slowly, holding his now having a swollen, hollow neck with both hands.
Bakura approached Ryou with a snicker. His eyes turned from brown/red to brown as dark shadows stirred upon his face.
" Have you learned?" Bakura asked coldly.
" Ye yes mast.. ter", Ryou stammered.
"Good. Now go make me dinner". , He demanded grimly.
Yami Bakura watched as Ryou tumbled up the steps, holding his bloody, swollen neck in one hand and his book bag in the other.
Well, that the end of that chappie, Hope ya like! In the Next chapter, I'll start "POVing," but in this chapter, I'll leave it lie that. Thanks for reading, please R&R! Sorry the cat wasn't in it, but in the next chapter, I'll reveal a lot more about the cat.
Till Next Time!
Bakura: Yeah, sure.
Noname: I'm not listening to you.
Bakura: yeah, whatever
Noname: Here it goes! I hope ya' enjoy!
Bakura: I hope the opposite!'
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
What could I do now, you ask? Walk home and face my dark. My other half. My Yami. I was shaking at just the thought of getting him angry. Usually he would hurt me because he wanted to. Now, he has some kind of reason, some kind of twisted reason.. I guess.
But actually the first thing I need to do is hide the cat. Somewhere my yami won't notice, yet somewhere warm, yet cool, dry and comfortable. I also have to have easy access to that place without my yami knowing. I really think I'm in over my head with this. How could I take care of cat, when I can barley take care of myself? And where exactly do I find this " perfect haven"?
Ryou sighed. It was getting colder, and darker, and even though he was walking at a snail's pace because of the heavy, multi-colored cat glued upon his head, he was about a block away from his home. He could feel his yami angering by the second into an uncontrollable fury through their link. Wonderful
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Ryou was now home and everything was dark. Ryou looked all the way up and the third story window. He saw his yami was not waiting for him like he usually does. This could be bad for him, but it would be good for the cat. He could now sneak through the window from his highest tree. The only problem is that his yami might notice him before he actually gets up there. He had to take that risk. For the cat. But not right then, perhaps later. First he had to face Bakura, his yami.
Ryou carefully stepped up to his front porch as he tucked the sleeping cat safely into his dark green messenger bag. Another day of torture beyond measure. Another time of feeling hurt or unwanted. Another evening filled with angst and emotional abuse.
Ryou pulled out his house-key and slowly place it into the keyhole. He twisted it to the right, hearing the door crack and open slowly.
" Yami?" He called out quietly. " wh.. where are you?" Ryou carefully went to a curtain and pulled it open. The moon shown brightly through the large glass window, making his house bathed in the moon's light. Ryou gazed at the moon. I t vividly shone back into Ryou's soft, brown orbs. Ryou heard noises. He looked straight up at the ceiling he heard creaking sound.
Startled. He put down his bag slowly. Still looking up with eyes filled with terror. His yami started to speak.
"So.I see our little hikari is finally back home. Fantastic."
Bakura was at the very top of the ceiling reverse to the moon's generous rays. His hair wildly dropped over his face making him look demonic, a hell child. His eyes shown heavily through the darkness. His glossy, red/brownish eyes. The ones that seem to rip flesh from glance. One gaze. One stare. All enough. All life threatening.
Bakura jumped of the ceiling and landed on all fours. I didn't' dare to move. He stood up in front of me and giggled insanely.
" Ryou, Ryou, Ryou," He chanted with verbal toxin. " You where supposed to be home
Two hours ago", "Care to tell yami what happened? Hmmm?"
Ryou's head was downcast. He had no answer worth saying or worth listening to. He kept silent. Silent until his yami might leave him alone.
Ryou felt a hard blow against his cheek. Tears streamed out of his eyes, and he began to speak.
"Please forgive me Bakura, I didn't meant to-
" YOU ARE NEVER TO CALL ME BAKURA! I AM YOUR MASTER AND YOU ARE BELOW ME!"
Bakura pushed Ryou into the wall with forceful impact. He flew into the wall headfirst. The collision devastated the wall, making Ryou's head go through it. Poor Ryou's head was stuck in a wall and blood everywhere. Crystal tears stained Ryou's face as it grimaced in pain. He pulled his head out slowly, holding his now having a swollen, hollow neck with both hands.
Bakura approached Ryou with a snicker. His eyes turned from brown/red to brown as dark shadows stirred upon his face.
" Have you learned?" Bakura asked coldly.
" Ye yes mast.. ter", Ryou stammered.
"Good. Now go make me dinner". , He demanded grimly.
Yami Bakura watched as Ryou tumbled up the steps, holding his bloody, swollen neck in one hand and his book bag in the other.
Well, that the end of that chappie, Hope ya like! In the Next chapter, I'll start "POVing," but in this chapter, I'll leave it lie that. Thanks for reading, please R&R! Sorry the cat wasn't in it, but in the next chapter, I'll reveal a lot more about the cat.
Till Next Time!