I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

by Tat Claire Kokoro and Rhapsody Moonschild

|~*Rhapsody: **pouting**

Tat: What's wrong, Rhap-chan?

Rhapsody: **sigh** They made me give Ryou-chan back…

Tat: You want I should kill 'em? **brandishes scythe**

Rhapsody: Nah, that's okay…  The lawyers were right.  Yu-Gi-Oh! and its characters don't belong to us.

Tat: **mutters** Bum Takahashi…

Rhapsody: I know…  But I'd have to give Ryou back anyway for your chapter here…  So start the fic.*~|

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (by Tat)

Ryou's POV

I wake up in my soul room.

The room, as usual, is bare, with only snippets of pictures of the few friends and family that I had/have. I notice that another picture has been added, Yami's.

"Yami . . . did you ever come and save me . . .?" I whisper. My voice bounces off the bare walls.

I open the door of my room, making sure to shut it behind me on the way out. On the other side of the hallway is Bakura's soul room.

A chained up door signifying a distant and lost spirit. I can hear from the other side 'oofing' and 'gah' and 'booms'. My guess is Bakura is trying to bang the sturdy door down.

I turn the handle easily, (The curse of being locked in his soul room only works on Bakura. Thus, Ryou can open the door easily) and cautiously peek inside.

Bakura is lying on his bed.  He has obviously given up. Nothing really foreboding and scar… gulp! Okay . . .maybe those torture chamber-type weapons are a bit scary . . .

I walk in slowly, just to talk to someone.  I can tell my body isn't ready to come back to consciousness yet.

"Come in, Ryou…" Bakura purrs, then adds, "I'm harmless. . ."

Harmless . . .? Yeah, and Yugi is actually 6 feet tall.

"Yes . . .?" I squeak. Although Yami made it so Bakura couldn't abuse me on the conscious plain I'm sure about the unconscious plain . . .

"Come closer, light. Like I said, Ryou-chan. . .I'm harmless."

I do as told with quakes in my legs and immediately my yami forces me to sit.  His arms are wrapped around my sides rather uncomfortably. Back in my mind I know this wasn't right.

"You shouldn't of gave up something so precious to that pharaoh…" he whispers, his hands pressing against the front of my pants.  "Why couldn't it be me? I'm much more experienced…"

I want to. I really want to move, but alas—my rump is firmly planted on his bed.

"I'll give you the sample package, Ryou. . .whatd'ya say?"  He presses his lips against mine.  Bakura is smiling. I know from the way his lips feel against mine. He breaks it off with a wide smirk. "Well, Ryou. . .? What do you say? A li'l love making here and there… eh?"

I am mute so of course he takes it as a yes and presses forward, ripping my clothes off my petit body as well as his. I can stop this all . . . I tell myself.

I can just push him off and go back to my soul room, I tell myself.

I struggle, only to be restrained by those firm unmovable hands of his. Bakura chuckles.  "I'm not going easy on you, Ryou. I'm serving the plate hot."

"STOOOO—

--OOOOP!!!!!!!!" I bolt upright in bed. Sweat is trickling along my body and my heart is beating loudly

"Thank Hathor Bakura didn't . . . rape me. . ."  I bite out the words with tears.