Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I have no intention to either
A/N: If you came here to read a good fic then you've come to the wrong place. If you came here to read a pointless fic that was made by a crazy psychopath then you've come to the right place. If you're a yami yuugi lover then I suggest you hit the back button. Enough said, read or leave. (haha that rhymes)
Blood splattered on the carpet as the snow-haired boy fell with his head knocking his mother's most treasured vase. The delicate flower container painted with crimson red roses shattered on his face. Ryou stared at whimpered in pain as he clutched his right eye and opened his left, "Mom..." he muttered as he desperately grabbed a shard. He squeezed it tight as it began to bleed in his hands, he didn't care. It's not like he doesn't have enough cuts on his body.
"Feh." Bakura spat at his light. "Pathetic as usual," but he noticed Ryou was acting different than usual. Usually Ryou would just cry in fear...this time it was in pain, he could tell by just looking at his eyes. His aibou was compiling the broken vase while his right eye began gushing out blood like a water fountain.
"What's the use of this vase?" Bakura made a move to crush it into a million pieces. "It's just a vase, replace it." Ryou looked at him in fear while he tried to open his right eye. He quickly closed it and tears began to escape. He whimpered.
Bakura began feeling concerned. What was wrong with his aibou's eye? 'I hope I didn't make him blind.' Ryou began to speak, "It was my mom's favorite vase..." he voice trembled. "It's my only memory of her, my dad burned all her pictures."
"Who cares?" Bakura snapped. Ryou didn't look surprised at this aggressive attitude at all, he kept hugging the vase. "Why did he burn all her pictures anyway?"
"I don't know," Ryou winced in pain as the burn began attacking his eye again. Bakura really begin worrying. "What's wrong with your eye?"
"Nothing..." Ryou quietly said. Bakura snorted in disbelief and squatted so he met eye to eye with is light side. "Like I'm going to believe you, huh?" He quickly opened Ryou's eye and found it extremely bloody as his hikari yelled in pain.
"This isn't what I would call 'nothing,' my dear Ryou...I mean Ryou..." Bakura blushed at his mistake. Ryou didn't catch it and was pushing on his bleeding eye, Bakura sighed in relief. "Don't touch it!" The light flinched at the pain and the sharp order.
He obeyed.
Bakura sighed. "Geez, why do you always have to be so stupid?" Ryou didn't say anything but hugged the vase parts tighter as the sharp corners pierced through his skin.
"Hey!" Bakura belowed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!!" Ryou was silent as the pieces began to break in his arms as the went in deeper and deeper.
"What the hell? Are you out of your mind or something??!!" Bakura quickly slapped Ryou as the good-natured boy hit his head on the wall, smearing a blotch of blood on the white paint. "What's wrong with you?!?!?!! How the hell did someone like me end up with a wimp that's so weak and STUPID!?!?!!!"
Ryou's eyes slowly began to close, his conciousness was beginning to fade, Bakura could sense that. 'Just a slap and he's already going to faint.' The last thing he saw Ryou do was crush a shard of the vase in his hand with tears tickling down his face.
~End of chapter 1~
A/N: Dude, this has got to be the shortest chapter I have ever WRITTEN!!! Anyway, if you've gotten this far (amazingly) review please, or not if you like. I don't care either way. I promise it's going to longer and lamer as the story goes.
A/N: If you came here to read a good fic then you've come to the wrong place. If you came here to read a pointless fic that was made by a crazy psychopath then you've come to the right place. If you're a yami yuugi lover then I suggest you hit the back button. Enough said, read or leave. (haha that rhymes)
Blood splattered on the carpet as the snow-haired boy fell with his head knocking his mother's most treasured vase. The delicate flower container painted with crimson red roses shattered on his face. Ryou stared at whimpered in pain as he clutched his right eye and opened his left, "Mom..." he muttered as he desperately grabbed a shard. He squeezed it tight as it began to bleed in his hands, he didn't care. It's not like he doesn't have enough cuts on his body.
"Feh." Bakura spat at his light. "Pathetic as usual," but he noticed Ryou was acting different than usual. Usually Ryou would just cry in fear...this time it was in pain, he could tell by just looking at his eyes. His aibou was compiling the broken vase while his right eye began gushing out blood like a water fountain.
"What's the use of this vase?" Bakura made a move to crush it into a million pieces. "It's just a vase, replace it." Ryou looked at him in fear while he tried to open his right eye. He quickly closed it and tears began to escape. He whimpered.
Bakura began feeling concerned. What was wrong with his aibou's eye? 'I hope I didn't make him blind.' Ryou began to speak, "It was my mom's favorite vase..." he voice trembled. "It's my only memory of her, my dad burned all her pictures."
"Who cares?" Bakura snapped. Ryou didn't look surprised at this aggressive attitude at all, he kept hugging the vase. "Why did he burn all her pictures anyway?"
"I don't know," Ryou winced in pain as the burn began attacking his eye again. Bakura really begin worrying. "What's wrong with your eye?"
"Nothing..." Ryou quietly said. Bakura snorted in disbelief and squatted so he met eye to eye with is light side. "Like I'm going to believe you, huh?" He quickly opened Ryou's eye and found it extremely bloody as his hikari yelled in pain.
"This isn't what I would call 'nothing,' my dear Ryou...I mean Ryou..." Bakura blushed at his mistake. Ryou didn't catch it and was pushing on his bleeding eye, Bakura sighed in relief. "Don't touch it!" The light flinched at the pain and the sharp order.
He obeyed.
Bakura sighed. "Geez, why do you always have to be so stupid?" Ryou didn't say anything but hugged the vase parts tighter as the sharp corners pierced through his skin.
"Hey!" Bakura belowed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!!" Ryou was silent as the pieces began to break in his arms as the went in deeper and deeper.
"What the hell? Are you out of your mind or something??!!" Bakura quickly slapped Ryou as the good-natured boy hit his head on the wall, smearing a blotch of blood on the white paint. "What's wrong with you?!?!?!! How the hell did someone like me end up with a wimp that's so weak and STUPID!?!?!!!"
Ryou's eyes slowly began to close, his conciousness was beginning to fade, Bakura could sense that. 'Just a slap and he's already going to faint.' The last thing he saw Ryou do was crush a shard of the vase in his hand with tears tickling down his face.
~End of chapter 1~
A/N: Dude, this has got to be the shortest chapter I have ever WRITTEN!!! Anyway, if you've gotten this far (amazingly) review please, or not if you like. I don't care either way. I promise it's going to longer and lamer as the story goes.