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Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh to the surprise of none, neh? I do own a floor length pleather coat and 63 plastic black bracelets that I never take off.
COMMENTS & THANKS:
PANDORA: You really think it's good? Well, here's the continuation.
GUESS: Hehe, it's not. original. It's not very nice either, but I like it!
YUKI-CHAN: I was so hyped to see your review. You're like, a phenomenal writer and used to be in my favorites list! I just never login when I review. I assure you, I don't ever have Ryou try to kill himself in any of my fics. And I don't.know.why. I only ever make him WANT to die. Weird.
BLACKFIRE: Same for Yuki-chan except you're still in my favs. I love reading the type of stuff you write [though in my whole time on fanfiction.net I've only submitted like 25 or less signed reviews].
(): I'm curious to see where this is going too. J/k [I'm the friggen author! I can't say that.]
ASIAN ANGEL: Ahhh, the short and simple review. I quote, "Heyz! I like it! Please continue!" -What else really needs to be said? Although I do prefer slightly longer comments, it was encouraging all the same.
NONAME: Um, Ryou wants me to put up the rest? Okay. I had no idea Malik was so. so. "fluffy". Malik IS in this fic though. He gets quite a big part.
YOUKO AKANE: You likes! Me keep writing! Yay! ^_^
CETTIE-GIRL: Wow, I'm happy you think that. I dub ye now Most Faithful Reviewer. This is like the third fic by me and T.E.L.'s penname you've reviewed! [Weird I notice this, eh? I need a hobby.] Since you read Sorry for You Hikari of Yami Bakura, this IS the yaoi idea I got. I wasn't lying; soft/pop rock does this kinda stuff to me. Cheers! [Read next reviewer reply if you want to know about what the heck is going on with our other fic.]
ITSAME: Hehe, about that. IT'S ALL THE EVIL LAUGHS'S FAULT! ^_^U I was left waiting like you. She only had 5 of her 10 projects finished then, but now has the 15th chapter penned down in her notebook. She showed it to me in her chicken scratch writing. It will probably be up around Sunday-Monday next week. That fic isn't very close to finished. The 14 chapter is up now. Go read it great reviewer!
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Stigmatize
Chapter 2: I Can Never Forgive You
Ryou strummed his guitar lazily. There wasn't much he could do with it now due to the fact he'd been practicing for five hours, running his fingers near raw over the taunt steel strings. He looked up quickly as the Spirit of the Ring entered for the tenth time, looked around assuring himself of something, and quickly exiting again, not even acknowledging his Hikari. The Fiend had been hovering around the house like so for the past two hours. It had naturally sparked Ryou's curiosity, but he didn't ask.
It had been almost a week since the boy had woken up feeling tired and used beneath the strong form of his Yami. Ryou was finally permitted to leave only to find his father completely wasted on the living room loveseat with a half empty bottle of scotch and another glass container of something he wasn't sure about the name of. Weary from his Dark's excursions, the child was still able to drag his father to the master bedroom to wait out a hangover that was sure to arise. It was obvious the older man had been drinking. How could he have not heard his youngest child's helpless peas for a cease in abuse?
Sighing lightly, Ryou placed the large instrument on his bed and got up to leave the room. It was Saturday and his father was running errands. He'd told Ryou that he wouldn't be back till late the next day, and, if he wanted to, he could stay at Yuugi's anytime. The white haired boy didn't plan on visiting the Pharaoh's Hikari at all. He wanted to stay home for some reason he didn't quite know.
Ryou was genuinely surprised at the state of the house. It was literally spotless. There was only one who could have done it, but why would the Spirit clean?
"Yami," he started entering the living room. He saw the Demon sitting on the couch looking over his father's wine selection, "what have you been doing all day?"
"Cleaning. Isn't it obvious, Mortal?" he growled slightly, looking up at his Hikari, the pale skinned and quiet Ryou Bakura. The submit able child to vent his moods on, with a bonus of keeping his mouth shut and easy to make love to on the eyes for his white beauty. Now, that was a Hikari! The perfect puppet to use.
"Who are you inviting?" the boy asked timidly.
"A 'friend'," replied the Thief trying one of the beverages. His mouth puckered as he muttered something about a bad year. He soon had three bottles before him after tasting them all.
"Hey, Ryou, which one should I take; the Cabernet, Chardonnay, or Sauvignon Blanc?" he asked glaring the glass bottles down as Ryou sat down on the recliner.
"I dunno, I don't drink, Yami. They all sound expensive though and I don't think you should be taking any," he answered reaching for the TV remote.
"Then its Cabernet!" exclaimed the Fiend grabbing all the bottles except the red and taking them back to the cellar.
Ryou sat there silently fingering the Millennium Ring. He was annoyed by how casual him and his Dark's relationship had been since Sunday night. It was, as always, although nothing had happened.
Things were always like that with the Yami Bakura; sometimes he was on, sometimes he was off. I would drive a person crazy trying to figure out the mood swings. The Spirit of the Ring was the Spirit of the Ring and that just happened to be his nature; nothing could change it. This was the Fiend Ryou was [or already had] dangerously fallen in love with. It was his Dark that was stronger. He was caring and kind at moments, as also he was, most often, cold violent, and hard to reach. He treated his Hikari on his pleasure and spur of the moment, which would be painful to anything in love with their chastiser.
"Hey, Mortal," said the Spirit coming back from the cellar, "I need you to clear out of this room and yours for the rest of the day."
"Sure." said Ryou, curious but eager to please.
"You also have to take that large freak-hollow wooden club. It might get in the way."
"My guitar? Okay." Ryou corrected getting up to retrieve it. He wondered who was coming over. Nobody ever visited his Dark.
"May I stay in the office?" he asked returning with the instrument in its case.
The Yami thought about this for a few moments.
"Uh, yeah, just don't come out unless we leave the living room," he looked at Ryou threateningly and popped his knuckles, "If you don't or if you so much as breath loud, I'll make you wish you weren't my Hikari."
Ryou felt like saying 'I already do!' but decided against it. He muttered a quick 'Yes, sir' and shut himself into the area branching off of the living room.
"What is he doing?" the boy muttered, sitting down on the chair he'd failed to defy gravity in the night before a week ago. He listened, watching his hazy moonlit shadow, as the doorbell chimed the 1812 Overture. The Fiend stealthily crossed the other room to answer it.
Ryou stiffened when he heard the sound of a familiar voice greeting his Dark. Malik. What the Hell was Yami Bakura doing with HIM?
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Ryou was aware after a few seconds that Malik wasn't coming over for a conversation. There was something going on between the two, which, obvious by the tones of their voices, was not some Item stealing conspiracy.
The boy tried to ignore what was being said, least he might throw up from disgust. He was filled with a very unpleasant shock making him go limp staring at the floor. His numbness was soon replaced with remorse disguised in anger. His hands gripped the armrests, and were trembling with each word he tried to block out. Wasn't the Yami Bakura aware his Hikari could hear every syllable in the passion muttered or slightingly exclaimed aloud?
Ryou felt like destroying something in his wrath. Was this how his Yami felt when he was angry, choosing to spread his rage on the Hikari? If so, what did he do when he felt like crying? The boy had never seen the Spirit's eyes fill with tears as his were, hearing the two outside leaving for the bedroom. Was his Dark void to emotions that wouldn't hurt his Light? It seemed that way.
Ryou opened his door as soon as he heard the other close. With guitar in tow, he headed for the middle of the room where the wine bottle still sat on the coffee table, half empty with quarter full glasses next to it. He was mad to see the two didn't even have to get themselves drunk to make out. He put down his guitar case and glared at the scene, tears in his big brown eyes.
In a furry, he grabbed the glass neck and threw the bottle at the nearby wall. There was an almighty crash to wake the stone dead as it blew up into a million tiny pieces. After this he threw the semi-full glass simultaneously in a row. The hard floor was dangerously covered in more sharp shards then Seto Kiaba had yen.
Ryou knelt down, tears of sorrow and anger flowing down his face, mixing with the strong smelling liquid lapping his hands as it slowly flooded the room. An unbidden moan of rejection escaped his throat. The dark liquid on the floor streamed a deeper crimson as the glass pierced the boy's pale skin, drawing blood.
Yami Bakura and Malik were soon at the scene, one extremely angry, and the other equally confused.
"Fucking Hell, what's your problem, Hikari?!" the Fiend spat surveying the room.
His Light was on all fours, quivering. The Spirit would have run up and smacked him, had he not been barefoot and susceptible to piercing by the broken glass. Ryou looked up at the Fiend. Both others were alarmed at the angry fire and soul stabbed pain reflecting from the glaze.
"What's YOUR problem?" the boy rasped looking the Fiend in the eye. The Spirit glared right back slightly confused.
"Why can't I understand this?" the boy asked with an undisguised whimper in his low voice.
"I just don't see it, Yami. I mean, I have tried, I AM trying, to love you. But your way of thinking is, is just soo stupid. It makes no sense I can see, unless I'm blind. You know when you first pulled me to you I resisted. That got you mad and _I_ was punished. Then, did you notice I finally let you have me after a while? I was THAT idiotic, because the next day you acted like I didn't exist, pushed me away. So, I just went on, maybe I would have recovered, but for the fact that I was taken _yet_ again."
The Fiend glared at him, unmoving, trying to keep his emotions in check. The boy looked to Malik. The other was watching him like he was crazy, making Ryou frustrated.
"Does he confuse you?" he asked the blonde haired Egyptian, "Will he treat you like you don't exist after you fall hopelessly in love with him? Does he make you love him, force emotions out of you when you resist? Or, are you different. He probably lets you choose when you want to get close. He might always acknowledge it when the both of are alone together randomly. Does He treat you like he does me, or, does he actually LOVE you, not use you like his weak little Hikari?"
Malik blinked at this in surprise,
"Uh, Bakura. explanation please?" he inquired looking at the man next to him.
The Spirit didn't respond, just looked at the wounded Light as if seeing him for the very first time. Malik couldn't read the Fiend's expression very well but could see he was confused.
"Ryou?" the Spirit muttered as if he had just found out the child had a name.
The boy faced the ground again, smirking slightly in a sad maniacal way,
"You said I was weak, you know. I guess you were right. again. I took you for real, like a retarded fool. Now I suppose I pay for that by having to live with your messed up tempers. Don't you see I loved you? You used me though; making me lie to myself that maybe you really did care but just that being in the Shadow Realm had slowed your emotional response. Yeah right! You never loved me; I was an item to mess around with. Something to take out all your passions on; anger, disappointment, love, joy. Why?" he asked looking at the blood and wine stained floor.
Bakura's expression was almost regretful after the small rant. He began to realize he had just destroyed the one person who could have been his last grasp on real content, on real emotion and not the stuff he was able to make up in his head. He had ruined it like everything, everyone, else. The once innocent, pure, uncorrupted child was in ruins, broken down into the most hopeless creature to see the over-bright sun behind Love's imprisoning bars wrought by his uncaring Fiend.
"Ryou, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Aibou," he tried, "I'm so, so sorry for this."
Ryou looked at him coldly. He knew better than to believe this. His next words were said as damnation to Bakura,
"No, Yami, I'm sorry. I was just plain foolish. It's my fault I'm hurt. I should have known that you were incapable of any love."
"But I love you." the Fiend stated pleadingly.
The next words were with no more caring or pain, completely zero of feeling. They were just fact from the boy's pale nerve-bitten lips.
"It's too late, Spirit of the Ring. It is best I just go now before I'm driven insane by all of this."
The child sat back and grabbed his guitar. The Fiend watched silently as the boy got up and headed for the door, holding back the urge the run up and keep him from leaving the house. Ryou turn around shortly, the Spirit hoped the decision had changed, and grasped the Ring around his neck.
"You understand," he said taking it off and tossing it on the floor, "I can never forgive you."
The Spirit didn't know why, but he nodded, speechless. His mind was wondering what the Hell was going on as the boy opened the door to leave.
"Ryou," he called as the boy exited, "Ryou don't go! I don't want you to leave me here!"
The white haired boy ignored him and left. Malik watched the stressed Yami and patted him awkwardly on the back,
"Calm down, man. He's gone."
"I know," the Fiend replied, "I know."
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AN: I'm shocked. 9 reviews for only the first chapter! 7 in just one day. Not one negative either [I don't think I've ever been flamed on fanfiction.net ever in my life]. It's a booster for my low superego for sure! My ego is also happy since it doesn't get out much, while the id is strongly demanding I leave the computer and eat for once. [If you know what I'm talking about, YAY!]
The chapter after this only goes up if I get 8 more reviews. 9 of you already have so I know there has to be more of you. If you really want to see what happens next ever, I suggest you review. Even if you already did so last chapter.
Also, next chapter may be [I haven't made up my mind] like a songfic and very long. There's a few of those throughout this soap, I mean, this story. I want you all to know what manipulative, emotional songs I usually never listen to inspired this 'work'. Cettie-girl and ITSAME know what music I've been forced to listen to cause it's listed in me and T.E.L.'s other fic [which Cettie-girl always reviews ^_^]. My parents took my hard rock away really, and T.E.L. lent me CD's to practice my guitar with. [I have now learned Peter Gun and have no idea where T.E.L. got that CD.]
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Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh to the surprise of none, neh? I do own a floor length pleather coat and 63 plastic black bracelets that I never take off.
COMMENTS & THANKS:
PANDORA: You really think it's good? Well, here's the continuation.
GUESS: Hehe, it's not. original. It's not very nice either, but I like it!
YUKI-CHAN: I was so hyped to see your review. You're like, a phenomenal writer and used to be in my favorites list! I just never login when I review. I assure you, I don't ever have Ryou try to kill himself in any of my fics. And I don't.know.why. I only ever make him WANT to die. Weird.
BLACKFIRE: Same for Yuki-chan except you're still in my favs. I love reading the type of stuff you write [though in my whole time on fanfiction.net I've only submitted like 25 or less signed reviews].
(): I'm curious to see where this is going too. J/k [I'm the friggen author! I can't say that.]
ASIAN ANGEL: Ahhh, the short and simple review. I quote, "Heyz! I like it! Please continue!" -What else really needs to be said? Although I do prefer slightly longer comments, it was encouraging all the same.
NONAME: Um, Ryou wants me to put up the rest? Okay. I had no idea Malik was so. so. "fluffy". Malik IS in this fic though. He gets quite a big part.
YOUKO AKANE: You likes! Me keep writing! Yay! ^_^
CETTIE-GIRL: Wow, I'm happy you think that. I dub ye now Most Faithful Reviewer. This is like the third fic by me and T.E.L.'s penname you've reviewed! [Weird I notice this, eh? I need a hobby.] Since you read Sorry for You Hikari of Yami Bakura, this IS the yaoi idea I got. I wasn't lying; soft/pop rock does this kinda stuff to me. Cheers! [Read next reviewer reply if you want to know about what the heck is going on with our other fic.]
ITSAME: Hehe, about that. IT'S ALL THE EVIL LAUGHS'S FAULT! ^_^U I was left waiting like you. She only had 5 of her 10 projects finished then, but now has the 15th chapter penned down in her notebook. She showed it to me in her chicken scratch writing. It will probably be up around Sunday-Monday next week. That fic isn't very close to finished. The 14 chapter is up now. Go read it great reviewer!
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Stigmatize
Chapter 2: I Can Never Forgive You
Ryou strummed his guitar lazily. There wasn't much he could do with it now due to the fact he'd been practicing for five hours, running his fingers near raw over the taunt steel strings. He looked up quickly as the Spirit of the Ring entered for the tenth time, looked around assuring himself of something, and quickly exiting again, not even acknowledging his Hikari. The Fiend had been hovering around the house like so for the past two hours. It had naturally sparked Ryou's curiosity, but he didn't ask.
It had been almost a week since the boy had woken up feeling tired and used beneath the strong form of his Yami. Ryou was finally permitted to leave only to find his father completely wasted on the living room loveseat with a half empty bottle of scotch and another glass container of something he wasn't sure about the name of. Weary from his Dark's excursions, the child was still able to drag his father to the master bedroom to wait out a hangover that was sure to arise. It was obvious the older man had been drinking. How could he have not heard his youngest child's helpless peas for a cease in abuse?
Sighing lightly, Ryou placed the large instrument on his bed and got up to leave the room. It was Saturday and his father was running errands. He'd told Ryou that he wouldn't be back till late the next day, and, if he wanted to, he could stay at Yuugi's anytime. The white haired boy didn't plan on visiting the Pharaoh's Hikari at all. He wanted to stay home for some reason he didn't quite know.
Ryou was genuinely surprised at the state of the house. It was literally spotless. There was only one who could have done it, but why would the Spirit clean?
"Yami," he started entering the living room. He saw the Demon sitting on the couch looking over his father's wine selection, "what have you been doing all day?"
"Cleaning. Isn't it obvious, Mortal?" he growled slightly, looking up at his Hikari, the pale skinned and quiet Ryou Bakura. The submit able child to vent his moods on, with a bonus of keeping his mouth shut and easy to make love to on the eyes for his white beauty. Now, that was a Hikari! The perfect puppet to use.
"Who are you inviting?" the boy asked timidly.
"A 'friend'," replied the Thief trying one of the beverages. His mouth puckered as he muttered something about a bad year. He soon had three bottles before him after tasting them all.
"Hey, Ryou, which one should I take; the Cabernet, Chardonnay, or Sauvignon Blanc?" he asked glaring the glass bottles down as Ryou sat down on the recliner.
"I dunno, I don't drink, Yami. They all sound expensive though and I don't think you should be taking any," he answered reaching for the TV remote.
"Then its Cabernet!" exclaimed the Fiend grabbing all the bottles except the red and taking them back to the cellar.
Ryou sat there silently fingering the Millennium Ring. He was annoyed by how casual him and his Dark's relationship had been since Sunday night. It was, as always, although nothing had happened.
Things were always like that with the Yami Bakura; sometimes he was on, sometimes he was off. I would drive a person crazy trying to figure out the mood swings. The Spirit of the Ring was the Spirit of the Ring and that just happened to be his nature; nothing could change it. This was the Fiend Ryou was [or already had] dangerously fallen in love with. It was his Dark that was stronger. He was caring and kind at moments, as also he was, most often, cold violent, and hard to reach. He treated his Hikari on his pleasure and spur of the moment, which would be painful to anything in love with their chastiser.
"Hey, Mortal," said the Spirit coming back from the cellar, "I need you to clear out of this room and yours for the rest of the day."
"Sure." said Ryou, curious but eager to please.
"You also have to take that large freak-hollow wooden club. It might get in the way."
"My guitar? Okay." Ryou corrected getting up to retrieve it. He wondered who was coming over. Nobody ever visited his Dark.
"May I stay in the office?" he asked returning with the instrument in its case.
The Yami thought about this for a few moments.
"Uh, yeah, just don't come out unless we leave the living room," he looked at Ryou threateningly and popped his knuckles, "If you don't or if you so much as breath loud, I'll make you wish you weren't my Hikari."
Ryou felt like saying 'I already do!' but decided against it. He muttered a quick 'Yes, sir' and shut himself into the area branching off of the living room.
"What is he doing?" the boy muttered, sitting down on the chair he'd failed to defy gravity in the night before a week ago. He listened, watching his hazy moonlit shadow, as the doorbell chimed the 1812 Overture. The Fiend stealthily crossed the other room to answer it.
Ryou stiffened when he heard the sound of a familiar voice greeting his Dark. Malik. What the Hell was Yami Bakura doing with HIM?
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Ryou was aware after a few seconds that Malik wasn't coming over for a conversation. There was something going on between the two, which, obvious by the tones of their voices, was not some Item stealing conspiracy.
The boy tried to ignore what was being said, least he might throw up from disgust. He was filled with a very unpleasant shock making him go limp staring at the floor. His numbness was soon replaced with remorse disguised in anger. His hands gripped the armrests, and were trembling with each word he tried to block out. Wasn't the Yami Bakura aware his Hikari could hear every syllable in the passion muttered or slightingly exclaimed aloud?
Ryou felt like destroying something in his wrath. Was this how his Yami felt when he was angry, choosing to spread his rage on the Hikari? If so, what did he do when he felt like crying? The boy had never seen the Spirit's eyes fill with tears as his were, hearing the two outside leaving for the bedroom. Was his Dark void to emotions that wouldn't hurt his Light? It seemed that way.
Ryou opened his door as soon as he heard the other close. With guitar in tow, he headed for the middle of the room where the wine bottle still sat on the coffee table, half empty with quarter full glasses next to it. He was mad to see the two didn't even have to get themselves drunk to make out. He put down his guitar case and glared at the scene, tears in his big brown eyes.
In a furry, he grabbed the glass neck and threw the bottle at the nearby wall. There was an almighty crash to wake the stone dead as it blew up into a million tiny pieces. After this he threw the semi-full glass simultaneously in a row. The hard floor was dangerously covered in more sharp shards then Seto Kiaba had yen.
Ryou knelt down, tears of sorrow and anger flowing down his face, mixing with the strong smelling liquid lapping his hands as it slowly flooded the room. An unbidden moan of rejection escaped his throat. The dark liquid on the floor streamed a deeper crimson as the glass pierced the boy's pale skin, drawing blood.
Yami Bakura and Malik were soon at the scene, one extremely angry, and the other equally confused.
"Fucking Hell, what's your problem, Hikari?!" the Fiend spat surveying the room.
His Light was on all fours, quivering. The Spirit would have run up and smacked him, had he not been barefoot and susceptible to piercing by the broken glass. Ryou looked up at the Fiend. Both others were alarmed at the angry fire and soul stabbed pain reflecting from the glaze.
"What's YOUR problem?" the boy rasped looking the Fiend in the eye. The Spirit glared right back slightly confused.
"Why can't I understand this?" the boy asked with an undisguised whimper in his low voice.
"I just don't see it, Yami. I mean, I have tried, I AM trying, to love you. But your way of thinking is, is just soo stupid. It makes no sense I can see, unless I'm blind. You know when you first pulled me to you I resisted. That got you mad and _I_ was punished. Then, did you notice I finally let you have me after a while? I was THAT idiotic, because the next day you acted like I didn't exist, pushed me away. So, I just went on, maybe I would have recovered, but for the fact that I was taken _yet_ again."
The Fiend glared at him, unmoving, trying to keep his emotions in check. The boy looked to Malik. The other was watching him like he was crazy, making Ryou frustrated.
"Does he confuse you?" he asked the blonde haired Egyptian, "Will he treat you like you don't exist after you fall hopelessly in love with him? Does he make you love him, force emotions out of you when you resist? Or, are you different. He probably lets you choose when you want to get close. He might always acknowledge it when the both of are alone together randomly. Does He treat you like he does me, or, does he actually LOVE you, not use you like his weak little Hikari?"
Malik blinked at this in surprise,
"Uh, Bakura. explanation please?" he inquired looking at the man next to him.
The Spirit didn't respond, just looked at the wounded Light as if seeing him for the very first time. Malik couldn't read the Fiend's expression very well but could see he was confused.
"Ryou?" the Spirit muttered as if he had just found out the child had a name.
The boy faced the ground again, smirking slightly in a sad maniacal way,
"You said I was weak, you know. I guess you were right. again. I took you for real, like a retarded fool. Now I suppose I pay for that by having to live with your messed up tempers. Don't you see I loved you? You used me though; making me lie to myself that maybe you really did care but just that being in the Shadow Realm had slowed your emotional response. Yeah right! You never loved me; I was an item to mess around with. Something to take out all your passions on; anger, disappointment, love, joy. Why?" he asked looking at the blood and wine stained floor.
Bakura's expression was almost regretful after the small rant. He began to realize he had just destroyed the one person who could have been his last grasp on real content, on real emotion and not the stuff he was able to make up in his head. He had ruined it like everything, everyone, else. The once innocent, pure, uncorrupted child was in ruins, broken down into the most hopeless creature to see the over-bright sun behind Love's imprisoning bars wrought by his uncaring Fiend.
"Ryou, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Aibou," he tried, "I'm so, so sorry for this."
Ryou looked at him coldly. He knew better than to believe this. His next words were said as damnation to Bakura,
"No, Yami, I'm sorry. I was just plain foolish. It's my fault I'm hurt. I should have known that you were incapable of any love."
"But I love you." the Fiend stated pleadingly.
The next words were with no more caring or pain, completely zero of feeling. They were just fact from the boy's pale nerve-bitten lips.
"It's too late, Spirit of the Ring. It is best I just go now before I'm driven insane by all of this."
The child sat back and grabbed his guitar. The Fiend watched silently as the boy got up and headed for the door, holding back the urge the run up and keep him from leaving the house. Ryou turn around shortly, the Spirit hoped the decision had changed, and grasped the Ring around his neck.
"You understand," he said taking it off and tossing it on the floor, "I can never forgive you."
The Spirit didn't know why, but he nodded, speechless. His mind was wondering what the Hell was going on as the boy opened the door to leave.
"Ryou," he called as the boy exited, "Ryou don't go! I don't want you to leave me here!"
The white haired boy ignored him and left. Malik watched the stressed Yami and patted him awkwardly on the back,
"Calm down, man. He's gone."
"I know," the Fiend replied, "I know."
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AN: I'm shocked. 9 reviews for only the first chapter! 7 in just one day. Not one negative either [I don't think I've ever been flamed on fanfiction.net ever in my life]. It's a booster for my low superego for sure! My ego is also happy since it doesn't get out much, while the id is strongly demanding I leave the computer and eat for once. [If you know what I'm talking about, YAY!]
The chapter after this only goes up if I get 8 more reviews. 9 of you already have so I know there has to be more of you. If you really want to see what happens next ever, I suggest you review. Even if you already did so last chapter.
Also, next chapter may be [I haven't made up my mind] like a songfic and very long. There's a few of those throughout this soap, I mean, this story. I want you all to know what manipulative, emotional songs I usually never listen to inspired this 'work'. Cettie-girl and ITSAME know what music I've been forced to listen to cause it's listed in me and T.E.L.'s other fic [which Cettie-girl always reviews ^_^]. My parents took my hard rock away really, and T.E.L. lent me CD's to practice my guitar with. [I have now learned Peter Gun and have no idea where T.E.L. got that CD.]
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