Amani: Alright this will be an angst yahhh!!!
Ryou: Why do I not feel safe?
Amani: Bakura please read the warnings.
Bakura: Why do I hafta read the fukin' warnings!
Amani: Just do it!
Bakura: tch! Fine. There's fuckin' language! Blood! Abuse! And Yaoi and if
I get any flames on Ryou-kun and me bein' together I'll kick your bloody
ass!
Amani: Well please enjoy blood and tears.^o^
Blood and Tears
By Amani Hershel
Rated: R
It's everywhere. On the wall, the sheets the rug it has stained everything. Including me. Blood. You have shed it all over the room. You have drenched my.. No our room with it. I look down at my arm where the crimson fluid runs freely out of my wound. It puddles around my arm pooling on the already red stained sheets. I then glance at the ring. Neither with hate nor love just simply staring at it. I have fallen for the platinum haired Devil within it. I hide my emotions. My darker half sees emotions as weaknesses, my yami sees everything about me to be weak. I shakily sigh pulling my eyes away from the ring that bonds us together. I have to get these wounds tended to before infection kicks in. I wince as pain shots through my body every cut burning as if Ra himself had taken his own sweat time to send holy flames down on me causing my every movement to make me want to scream. Gods it hurts so badly. I clench my teeth holding back a scream. I make my way past the blood stained room into the hallway. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes as I finally reach the bathroom. I lean over the sink trying to stabilize myself breathing heavily as I close my eyes. My heads spinning I feel so distant. My hand shakes drenched in blood as I open the medicine cabinet above the sink. I feel around it numbly not bothering to open my eyes. Suddenly I feel a hand atop my shoulder.
"Looking for these?" I opened my eyes meeting my other half's in the mirror. He held the wrappings in his hand. I looked at him pleading with my eyes. He smirked at me in return. "B-Bakura onegai." His smirk widened. He loves it when I beg it makes him feel even more superior over me. He digs his fingers into the open wound on my shoulder. I cry in pain the tears I have tried so hard to hold back finally fall caressing down the sides off my face. He enjoys my tears almost as much as he enjoys my blood. He pulls his fingers out examining my blood as if it were a rare jewel. He went to taste it. He knows I can't stand it when he does. I think that's why he does because he knows it scares me. His eyes then look into mine using the mirror as a medium. Oh no what has he seen. He's giving me the look, that look he has when he lusts for blood, my blood. His eyes hold mine before he drapes his arms over me. He's embracing me? But why? My mind starts to race as my body tenses. He ran his blood soaked hand along my face. I feel sick now seeing my own blood painted on my pale face. My eyes hold nothing but fear. I can feel he is enjoying this greatly. His other arm wraps firmly around my waist. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip before inserting a blood soaked finger into my mouth. I can't take this I'm about to gag. I try to pull away, but he holds me firmly in place with his other arm. He inserts the other two fingers. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth. I can't stop any more I break down sobbing heavily. I lean back against his chest lifting my head. "Watch." He has not taken his eyes off the mirror yet. I obey looking back at the mirror afraid of what he'll do if I disobey. Finally after a few minutes he retreats his arms. Without his arms supporting me I fall to my knees crying and gagging. I can feel it again his hand on my face. He traces my lips placing the blood on my lips like lipstick. I look back at him in tears. He leans down kissing me. It's soft he can be gentle when he wants to I love it when he's gentle but I usually have to go through hell and back to get him like this. When he's like this I can pretend he truly dose return my feelings, but soon he is becoming brutal again. I whimper into the kiss. He licks at my lips savoring my blood. It's strange but I love it when he kisses me even after all he just put me through. The tears have stooped coming soon the warmth of his kiss is gone though his lips are ice cold, but I still feel comfort and warmth from them. I open my eyes to see him gone. I look at the floor to see the bandages. I take them. "Bakura." I whisper quietly. "I-I want to taste your blood."
TBC Amani: Oh kinda angsty So how was it did you likeies? I will post more if I get some reviews. Please I beg of you please review! Flames and suggestions are welcome. Bakura: pathetic mortal author. Flame her ass off!! Amani: Shut up! Stupid Pyro! Bakura: Oh looks who's talking! Amani: Well please review!
It's everywhere. On the wall, the sheets the rug it has stained everything. Including me. Blood. You have shed it all over the room. You have drenched my.. No our room with it. I look down at my arm where the crimson fluid runs freely out of my wound. It puddles around my arm pooling on the already red stained sheets. I then glance at the ring. Neither with hate nor love just simply staring at it. I have fallen for the platinum haired Devil within it. I hide my emotions. My darker half sees emotions as weaknesses, my yami sees everything about me to be weak. I shakily sigh pulling my eyes away from the ring that bonds us together. I have to get these wounds tended to before infection kicks in. I wince as pain shots through my body every cut burning as if Ra himself had taken his own sweat time to send holy flames down on me causing my every movement to make me want to scream. Gods it hurts so badly. I clench my teeth holding back a scream. I make my way past the blood stained room into the hallway. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes as I finally reach the bathroom. I lean over the sink trying to stabilize myself breathing heavily as I close my eyes. My heads spinning I feel so distant. My hand shakes drenched in blood as I open the medicine cabinet above the sink. I feel around it numbly not bothering to open my eyes. Suddenly I feel a hand atop my shoulder.
"Looking for these?" I opened my eyes meeting my other half's in the mirror. He held the wrappings in his hand. I looked at him pleading with my eyes. He smirked at me in return. "B-Bakura onegai." His smirk widened. He loves it when I beg it makes him feel even more superior over me. He digs his fingers into the open wound on my shoulder. I cry in pain the tears I have tried so hard to hold back finally fall caressing down the sides off my face. He enjoys my tears almost as much as he enjoys my blood. He pulls his fingers out examining my blood as if it were a rare jewel. He went to taste it. He knows I can't stand it when he does. I think that's why he does because he knows it scares me. His eyes then look into mine using the mirror as a medium. Oh no what has he seen. He's giving me the look, that look he has when he lusts for blood, my blood. His eyes hold mine before he drapes his arms over me. He's embracing me? But why? My mind starts to race as my body tenses. He ran his blood soaked hand along my face. I feel sick now seeing my own blood painted on my pale face. My eyes hold nothing but fear. I can feel he is enjoying this greatly. His other arm wraps firmly around my waist. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip before inserting a blood soaked finger into my mouth. I can't take this I'm about to gag. I try to pull away, but he holds me firmly in place with his other arm. He inserts the other two fingers. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth. I can't stop any more I break down sobbing heavily. I lean back against his chest lifting my head. "Watch." He has not taken his eyes off the mirror yet. I obey looking back at the mirror afraid of what he'll do if I disobey. Finally after a few minutes he retreats his arms. Without his arms supporting me I fall to my knees crying and gagging. I can feel it again his hand on my face. He traces my lips placing the blood on my lips like lipstick. I look back at him in tears. He leans down kissing me. It's soft he can be gentle when he wants to I love it when he's gentle but I usually have to go through hell and back to get him like this. When he's like this I can pretend he truly dose return my feelings, but soon he is becoming brutal again. I whimper into the kiss. He licks at my lips savoring my blood. It's strange but I love it when he kisses me even after all he just put me through. The tears have stooped coming soon the warmth of his kiss is gone though his lips are ice cold, but I still feel comfort and warmth from them. I open my eyes to see him gone. I look at the floor to see the bandages. I take them. "Bakura." I whisper quietly. "I-I want to taste your blood."
TBC Amani: Oh kinda angsty So how was it did you likeies? I will post more if I get some reviews. Please I beg of you please review! Flames and suggestions are welcome. Bakura: pathetic mortal author. Flame her ass off!! Amani: Shut up! Stupid Pyro! Bakura: Oh looks who's talking! Amani: Well please review!