Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!! *cries* Please don't sue me!!! I want
to thank Magick11 for reviewing my story and liking it! AND anyone else
that may review it while I'm writing this chapter. I just realized I don't
really know WHERE this story is going, but I'll just type what comes to
mind and see how it goes! Much violence, that's all I know. I hate writing
about poor Bakura being beaten, but I have to. *frowns* *cries* Ok,
better start writing now... and stop playing online Pong... oh yeah. This
is only REALLY part ONE of chapter two, but I can't work on it much more
tonight because I'm tired. Well. I might get to Kali's return home... I did
cut down Bakura's return quite a bit... But here's a little update for now.
Bakura gulped as he turned right and strided up to the front door of his house, he had been hoping no one would be home, but he had no such luck, the T.V. could be seen through the front window. He groaned and turned the golden door knob to the right, pushing the door open slowly. He was really hoping he could avoid getting beaten right after he walked through the doorway, but sighed and cursed to himself in his mind.
'Oh Ra, I shouldn't have got my hopes up.. should've known better'
Bakura thought as he tried to shut the door silently, and was almost successful. As soon as he heard the little click, he ran towards the stairs, only making it up three of them before a hand reached out, took his arm and roughly spun him around so he was off the stairs. Bakura looked up into identical chocolate brown eyes, saw the hatred in them, and saw his flinching face in them before he closed his eyes and cried out as his Yami's fist came down on his nose. Waves of pain spread through his face and his nose started to bleed, Yami Bakura growled and brought a knee to his ribs. Bakura gasped and fell to the floor, fighting back hot tears behind his eyes. He opened them, staring up fearfully at his Yami as he whimpered, everytime he inhaled a sharp pain shot through from his lungs to his back. Yami Bakura glowered at him and snarled, kicking Bakura in the knee before returning to the living room. Bakura heaved a breath and moaned, lifting himself into a leaning-sitting position on the floor, then holding onto the railing to pull himself onto his feet. Just being beaten that one time right there made him feel miserable, he just wanted to curl up and die, to give up on the whole world, until a voice rang in his head.
"...but Bakura... you shouldn't be beaten!"
Kali's voice exclaimed in his head, he sighed and actually smiled. Just thinking of her made him feel better, but he snapped out of it when his Yami sneezed in the living room. Bakura ran upstairs, lunging into the bathroom and shutting the door. He leaned against it, closing his eyes in pain, he forgot about his chest for a moment. Once again, Kali came to his mind, he sighed again like a love-sick puppy and started a bath. Something about the girl he only met that day made him feel hot all over, it was driving him mad.
'I've never felt like this at all before...'
Bakura thought frustratedly as he dipped one foot into the almost hot water. Satisfied with the temperature, he let himself sink down into the water, most of the tension leaving his body and he closed his eyes, letting his mind wander. . .
'I wonder if it's safe yet...'
Bakura pondered, cracking open the bathroom door and sticking his head out to look down the dark hallway. He had dressed in his pajamas and sat in the bathroom for a couple hours, waiting for his Yami to go to sleep or leave the house, so he could at least go to his room to do his homework. After cautiously moving out into the hall and shutting the door, Bakura turned around to sprint to his room, only to run into the last person he wanted to see. Yami Bakura snarled and pushed him onto the floor, kicking him sharply in the ribs and right in the throat, Bakura gagged and choked, wheezing in an attempt to breath. His Yami, feeling this was sufficient, left him lying there gasping for air. Bakura coughed discordantly, crawling into his bedroom and collapsing onto the floor by his bed, passing out from his lack of air.
Bakura gulped as he turned right and strided up to the front door of his house, he had been hoping no one would be home, but he had no such luck, the T.V. could be seen through the front window. He groaned and turned the golden door knob to the right, pushing the door open slowly. He was really hoping he could avoid getting beaten right after he walked through the doorway, but sighed and cursed to himself in his mind.
'Oh Ra, I shouldn't have got my hopes up.. should've known better'
Bakura thought as he tried to shut the door silently, and was almost successful. As soon as he heard the little click, he ran towards the stairs, only making it up three of them before a hand reached out, took his arm and roughly spun him around so he was off the stairs. Bakura looked up into identical chocolate brown eyes, saw the hatred in them, and saw his flinching face in them before he closed his eyes and cried out as his Yami's fist came down on his nose. Waves of pain spread through his face and his nose started to bleed, Yami Bakura growled and brought a knee to his ribs. Bakura gasped and fell to the floor, fighting back hot tears behind his eyes. He opened them, staring up fearfully at his Yami as he whimpered, everytime he inhaled a sharp pain shot through from his lungs to his back. Yami Bakura glowered at him and snarled, kicking Bakura in the knee before returning to the living room. Bakura heaved a breath and moaned, lifting himself into a leaning-sitting position on the floor, then holding onto the railing to pull himself onto his feet. Just being beaten that one time right there made him feel miserable, he just wanted to curl up and die, to give up on the whole world, until a voice rang in his head.
"...but Bakura... you shouldn't be beaten!"
Kali's voice exclaimed in his head, he sighed and actually smiled. Just thinking of her made him feel better, but he snapped out of it when his Yami sneezed in the living room. Bakura ran upstairs, lunging into the bathroom and shutting the door. He leaned against it, closing his eyes in pain, he forgot about his chest for a moment. Once again, Kali came to his mind, he sighed again like a love-sick puppy and started a bath. Something about the girl he only met that day made him feel hot all over, it was driving him mad.
'I've never felt like this at all before...'
Bakura thought frustratedly as he dipped one foot into the almost hot water. Satisfied with the temperature, he let himself sink down into the water, most of the tension leaving his body and he closed his eyes, letting his mind wander. . .
'I wonder if it's safe yet...'
Bakura pondered, cracking open the bathroom door and sticking his head out to look down the dark hallway. He had dressed in his pajamas and sat in the bathroom for a couple hours, waiting for his Yami to go to sleep or leave the house, so he could at least go to his room to do his homework. After cautiously moving out into the hall and shutting the door, Bakura turned around to sprint to his room, only to run into the last person he wanted to see. Yami Bakura snarled and pushed him onto the floor, kicking him sharply in the ribs and right in the throat, Bakura gagged and choked, wheezing in an attempt to breath. His Yami, feeling this was sufficient, left him lying there gasping for air. Bakura coughed discordantly, crawling into his bedroom and collapsing onto the floor by his bed, passing out from his lack of air.