I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
by Tat Claire Kokoro and Rhapsody Moonschild
|~*Tat: You know, we might end up with a hundred reviews for this abomination.
Rhapsody: You know it's not really that bad.
Tat: Course it's bad. How easy do you think it is to write when suffering from a concussion from Vanir's dear, dear Mallet o' Inspiration?
Rhapsody: ^-^ I don't bother with previous inspiration. I just start typing randomly.
Tat: **dryly** I can tell.
Rhapsody: Hey!
Tat: Anyways, Yu-Gi-Oh! is not ours, it belongs to Takahashi-sama.
Rhapsody: As if you haven't figured it out after twenty-three chapters.*~|
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (by Tat)
Ryou's POV
"Do I know you?" I ask.
The spiky-haired guy gives me a quizzical look. "Know you?! You're my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend…" I raise an eyebrow. "No… Ryou belongs to Master… Ryou is Master's slave."
"What are you talking about?!" he gapes, running a hand through my hair. I move farther away from him.
"Strange person can't touch Ryou," I frown. "Only Master can touch."
I stare at the pavement with dull scared eyes, remembering last night's antics with Master. I couldn't resist…
If I did I was beaten.
And if I didn't then I was still beaten.
But it was much easier to submit to his rape than fight it… because then it wouldn't hurt as much.
"Ryou…" the tricolored-haired person softly whispered, a sad whisper.
"Ryou has to clean up after himself and make food for Master or Master will cause pain." I put my hand on the door to close it.
"Ryou-chan! Don't." He takes ahold of the door.
"Please…" I sigh. "Stop harassing me… I don't want Master to yell at me."
But his hold on the door is firm, and to make matters worse, Master comes up from behind. "Who is it?" Master says grouchily.
"I don't know," I say.
Master peers in front of me and a look of disgust settles on his face. "Why is HE here?"
"He ca—"
"—To see what in Hathor's name is going on," the strange guy interrupts.
Master grins. "Why would you care? He's not yours…" Master takes me up in his arms and kisses me roughly. I emptily return the affection. If I don't pain is assured.
When we pull away the strange spiky-haired guy's jaw is gaping open…