Well, this is a slightly darker fic than I usually write, but I like it a
lot. I _was_ gonna make this a one-shot, but now that I think about it,
I'd prefer to make this a multiple-chapters sorta thing. If you came
reading this to see a nice Ryou/Bakura romance, you should know now that
it's not gonna happen. No fluff in this one, although I do think I'll make
them get together at some point. Not sure yet. I'm not even sure how long
this will be eventually. I know how it'll end though. Woot, go
me..Anyways, please R&R, because it'll make me happy. *makes puppy dogg
eyes* ^_^ Hehehe..
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * = change from Ryou's POV to Bakura's POV, or other way around. Or just a scene change. It's whatever I feel like it being, because I am the all-mighty author. Mwahahahaha..
Disclaimer: I dun own anything associated with Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, the show would be a LOT weirder..
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I stare out my bedroom window, the pale light from the moon falling onto my shoulders and head. The ink-black sky is lit with the twinkling of tiny stars, sparkling like diamonds in an endless ocean. I open my window and sit on the window ledge, enjoying the crisp fall breeze as it flows through my pale hair. I close my eyes and for the moment, forget all my troubles and simply enjoy the feel of the air on my face. But my peace is short- lived as I hear his footsteps in the hallway, heading toward my door. I know what it means.
I raise my head up to the sky one final time, enjoying the peaceful nature of the outside world as I await the hell that will soon break free in mine. I know I should leave. I know I should run. Yet I stay. I stay for love of my tormentor.
My door is thrown open, and the figure of him is shown in all his glory. He approaches me, and I climb off my windowsill and close my window. Then I turn and face him. I am ready for my punishment. Punishment for being me. His palm meets my cheek as the blows begin, and I close my eyes and await the end.
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My hikari is weak. My hikari is pathetically weak. As his other half, is it not my duty to make him stronger? Is it not my duty to help him, by any means possible? Some would say no. Some would say my methods are not right. But it is how I was taught, and it is all I know.
He is too gentle for his own good, my hikari. One look into his gentle brown eyes and anyone can see that he can be easily manipulated. He can be used. I do not want that for him. He does not deserve that.
I raise myself up from my bed, where I often sleep, instead of my soul room. My soul room is too dark for my liking. Too much like the shadow realm, a place I never wish to re-visit. So I sleep in a bed in my light's house. The room is conveniently located next to my hikari's. Tonight, I can hear him in his room opening his window, probably looking out it as he does so often these days. Does he dream of another life? Does he dream of a life without me? There are some things I do not wish to have answers for, so my questions remain in my heart, known to no one save myself.
I open my door and take the few steps needed to be outside my light's door. Inside, I sense his fear as he hears my footsteps stop outside his door. He has reason to be scared. He knows what is coming.
I throw open his door and stare at the sight in front of me. My hikari sits on his windowsill as I thought, the moonlight pouring onto him, making him look like one of the angels I have seen in paintings. Angels I do not believe exist, but he claims to. Or rather, he used to claim to before I told him to stop his rambling. He has not mentioned it since.
I see his eyes open wide as he sees my figure standing in his doorway. But by habit, they quickly return to their normal size as he steps onto his floor. He turns his back to me to close his window, and I take moment to step behind him, quietly as a cat. He turns, and he is immediately met with my palm as I slap his pale cheek. He closes his eyes, though I know not from pain. A slap is gentle to him now. I remember a time when he would cry out at a slap, beg for mercy when I kicked him. Perhaps he has grown stronger, for he no longer cries out nor begs, simply endures the pain. Perhaps my light is stronger than I care to think.
I pause for a moment at this thought, contemplating what it means. Clearly surprised at the slap not being followed by another, my light opens his eyes slowly, unsurely, as if I am playing some cruel trick on him. But I am not. I am thinking, reflecting, deciding. Slowly, I back out of my hikari's room, closing the door after me. He has earned a break.
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I stare at where my yami stood moments before, unsure yet what has happened. I was prepared for a beating, and yet none came. I was prepared for obscenities to fly from his mouth, yet he uttered not a word to me. I was waiting to die, yet here I stand, whole, with only a small red, hand- shaped mark on my face to prove to me that he had ever stood in my room. I have felt fear before when he has beaten me, but never true fear. Now I do. Never before has he refrained from hitting me, kicking me, killing me from the inside out. Yet tonight, he has left me whole, almost untouched. I am truly afraid.
~end chapter 1~
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * = change from Ryou's POV to Bakura's POV, or other way around. Or just a scene change. It's whatever I feel like it being, because I am the all-mighty author. Mwahahahaha..
Disclaimer: I dun own anything associated with Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, the show would be a LOT weirder..
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I stare out my bedroom window, the pale light from the moon falling onto my shoulders and head. The ink-black sky is lit with the twinkling of tiny stars, sparkling like diamonds in an endless ocean. I open my window and sit on the window ledge, enjoying the crisp fall breeze as it flows through my pale hair. I close my eyes and for the moment, forget all my troubles and simply enjoy the feel of the air on my face. But my peace is short- lived as I hear his footsteps in the hallway, heading toward my door. I know what it means.
I raise my head up to the sky one final time, enjoying the peaceful nature of the outside world as I await the hell that will soon break free in mine. I know I should leave. I know I should run. Yet I stay. I stay for love of my tormentor.
My door is thrown open, and the figure of him is shown in all his glory. He approaches me, and I climb off my windowsill and close my window. Then I turn and face him. I am ready for my punishment. Punishment for being me. His palm meets my cheek as the blows begin, and I close my eyes and await the end.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
My hikari is weak. My hikari is pathetically weak. As his other half, is it not my duty to make him stronger? Is it not my duty to help him, by any means possible? Some would say no. Some would say my methods are not right. But it is how I was taught, and it is all I know.
He is too gentle for his own good, my hikari. One look into his gentle brown eyes and anyone can see that he can be easily manipulated. He can be used. I do not want that for him. He does not deserve that.
I raise myself up from my bed, where I often sleep, instead of my soul room. My soul room is too dark for my liking. Too much like the shadow realm, a place I never wish to re-visit. So I sleep in a bed in my light's house. The room is conveniently located next to my hikari's. Tonight, I can hear him in his room opening his window, probably looking out it as he does so often these days. Does he dream of another life? Does he dream of a life without me? There are some things I do not wish to have answers for, so my questions remain in my heart, known to no one save myself.
I open my door and take the few steps needed to be outside my light's door. Inside, I sense his fear as he hears my footsteps stop outside his door. He has reason to be scared. He knows what is coming.
I throw open his door and stare at the sight in front of me. My hikari sits on his windowsill as I thought, the moonlight pouring onto him, making him look like one of the angels I have seen in paintings. Angels I do not believe exist, but he claims to. Or rather, he used to claim to before I told him to stop his rambling. He has not mentioned it since.
I see his eyes open wide as he sees my figure standing in his doorway. But by habit, they quickly return to their normal size as he steps onto his floor. He turns his back to me to close his window, and I take moment to step behind him, quietly as a cat. He turns, and he is immediately met with my palm as I slap his pale cheek. He closes his eyes, though I know not from pain. A slap is gentle to him now. I remember a time when he would cry out at a slap, beg for mercy when I kicked him. Perhaps he has grown stronger, for he no longer cries out nor begs, simply endures the pain. Perhaps my light is stronger than I care to think.
I pause for a moment at this thought, contemplating what it means. Clearly surprised at the slap not being followed by another, my light opens his eyes slowly, unsurely, as if I am playing some cruel trick on him. But I am not. I am thinking, reflecting, deciding. Slowly, I back out of my hikari's room, closing the door after me. He has earned a break.
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I stare at where my yami stood moments before, unsure yet what has happened. I was prepared for a beating, and yet none came. I was prepared for obscenities to fly from his mouth, yet he uttered not a word to me. I was waiting to die, yet here I stand, whole, with only a small red, hand- shaped mark on my face to prove to me that he had ever stood in my room. I have felt fear before when he has beaten me, but never true fear. Now I do. Never before has he refrained from hitting me, kicking me, killing me from the inside out. Yet tonight, he has left me whole, almost untouched. I am truly afraid.
~end chapter 1~