I only own my heart, soul, brain, my hands, the pen and paper that helped me write this story's manuscript and the tears that fell on the paper
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I lay in bed. Crying. Crying my heart out. I waited for someone. Anyone. But I knew it was in vain. No one would come. No one cared. I had friends once. Yes. One was like me. Yugi Mouto. I'm sure you've heard of him. It's him and his spirit. Then there's Téa and Tristan. And Joey and Mai. Seto and Mokuba. They all have someone, anyone. Someone to protect them. I'm still alone. Still crying, huddling. Someone save me, anybody. SAVE ME! I know it's useless. I have my person. Yes. My own match. Only he beats me. Hurts me. More then he'll ever know. He doesn't understand how deep it goes. It's useless. No one knows. No one cares. It matters to none that a lonely white-haired teen dies tonight. No matter. I'll finally sleep forever. No more pain. No more beating. No more loneliness. The void, I want, need the void. Endless, eternal. I need it. Oh, my Yami, my darkness, my only, my love. Why? WHY? My pain will leave tonight. It'll fly, with my soul. I hope no one will heed this torment. I hope no one finds my ring. Oh, Yami. Why couldn't you love me? Why beat me? Yami…
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Ryou shakes with sobs, excruciating pain easily visible in his chocolate eyes. So fragile, immersed in pain. The tears course down his pale cheeks as he reaches. In the dark room, he clutches the ring. 'Yami…Yami…I love you, Yami.' Unheard words echo through his head as he grabs a glittering, encrusted knife. Ever so pure looking. Ever so ironic. Ryou lightly skims the scar over his heart with the sharp point, and stops at its bottom, wanting, praying, NEEDING the torture to stop. He shakes harder, thoughts running through his head, not allowing them to be heard, fearing another beating from it. 'I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! Oh why, how, why do I?' He quiets and freezes, about to plunge the jeweled blade into his heart. A strong hand stops his and pulls the fingers apart, tossing the dagger away. The frail boy looks up at his darker half, eyes watery. 'Oh please, please, say it's because you love me.' "What do you think you're doing?" The strong, commanding voice makes him wince. "I…I…" "Are you trying to keep me from getting the other items? Trying to sent me back for another couple millennia?" The small boy burst into fresh, pained tears. "Please…please, Yami…" "Please what, weakling? You want me to go back to that retched Pharaoh so he can banish me again?" Ryou shook. "No! No. I don't want to hurt you. Please!" The chocolate eyes, scarred with long borne torture and endless guilt, look to equal colored ones of malice and hate, though slowly changing. "Ryou Bakura." The small British boy winces and looks away. 'No. My death. My death. It'll never end.' Shuddery gasps escape his lips as he awaits the beating, eyes tightly sealed, nut his darkness remains motionless. "Why didn't you tell me?" Eyes fly open and Ryou halts, stunned. "Wh…wh…what do y…you me…mean?" Suddenly, Ryou finds himself on his back, hands clasped within his Yami's, a warm body over his. His eyes flutter as he feels harsh lips against his own. "Ryou Bakura, why didn't you tell me?"
