:.:*Disclaimer*:.: Yet again, another BPSA. DP, as stated in the previous chapter, doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Ryou, or Bakura. I do claim full rights on this story and any other characters I add.
Vegeta-is-Forgotten and SoulDreamer, thanx for reviewing.
Don't Want to Be Here
Chapter Two
* Kitchen Knife
Bakura followed Ryou into the kitchen, and watched. Ryou opened the freezer and pulled out the box of over bake pizza, turning on the over to 425°. He set the pizza on the counter, still in the box, and glared at Bakura.
"What do "you" want?" Ryou asked.
"Just wondering wat you were doing," Bakura said.
"Baking a pizza, but it's not like you care."
"Wouldn't it be easier if you ordered a pizza?"
"Yes, if you had money. Remember? Oh that's right, you have a short term memory and a long-term revenge rate. Well, you broke my father's compass and I got grounded, which means no allowance. So I have no money."
"You're messed up, you know."
"I know. I'll admit it, but once I'm gone and I have the ring around my neck, you're gone because I'm taking you with me."
"I'll just take over your body permanetely, and get revenge on the Phaoroh, because you're not stronger than me."
Ryou made no comment. He opened the pizza box, opened the bag containing the pizza, placed the Italian food on a pizza tray, and stuck it in the oven, his arm accidentally touching the side of the stove. He flinched shightly, but ignored it. He closed the oven door and set the kitchen timer for fifteen minutes. He stared at the burn on his right arm, fighting the urge to do anything about it.
"I know you want to, so just take care of that burn on your arm before something happens to it," Bakura said. Even though he despised his aibou, he wouldn't want Ryou to put himself in pain for no reason.
Ryou didn't heed his advice. He just stared at it. The two stood in the kitchen until the timer went off. Ryou, who had been bracing himself the whole time, opened the oven, and pulled out the pizza tray with his bare hand. Bakura stared in horror, not expecting Ryou to act like this. If the boy wanted to kill himself, he wanted a body in almost-perfect condition.
Ryou took out the kitchen knife from the drawer and was about to cut the pizza, but instead placed the blade on his left wrist, attempting to cut himself. He barely made a small nick when he heard the front door open. His father opened the door. Bakura retreated into the ring.
"Hello, Ryou," his father sang out.
"Hello, Dad. I cooked the pizza. Want a slice?" Ryou asked, placing the knife on the pizza.
"Sure, son," the father said.
Ryou smiled, but his face turned angry as he cut the pizza, pulled out plates, place a few slices on one for is father and one for himself; he put back on the 'mask of happiness', and the two sat on the living room couch, eating pizza and watching TV movies. After a while, Ryou offered to do the dishes. He was in the sink, washing all the other dishes and silverware first, leaving the knife for last. His father had fallen asleep on the couch, having had a long day at the artifact sorting office. Ryou picked up the sponge, after checking to make sure his father was still asleep, and washed the knife and rinsed it. He dried it, the water still runnung, and held the blade to his wrist. Bakura popped out.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bakura whispered sharply.
"Getting ready to die," Ryou answered, the same ammount of harshness in his voice.
Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand, the one holding the knife, and pulled it away from the wrist. Ryou pulled back and attempted to slash Bakura's torso, but missed. Bakura somehow seized control of the weapon and aimed it at Ryou's throat. The boy became paralyzed with fear, then relaxed and smirked in a Bakura-like manner.
"I dare you, Bakura," Ryou whispered. "Go ahead. I have the knife, I die. You have the knife, I die. You see, I don't care. I dare you to stab me."
Bakura, disgusted with this act of behavior, took posession of the body, rewashed the knife, placed it with the other drying materials, turned off the sink, and went to Ryou's room. He came out of the ring and gave Ryou his body back.
"What is wrong with you, Ryou?" Bakura asked.
Ryou laid on his bed and closed his eyes. He felt a blow to his head and opened his eyes.
"Answer me,," Bakura said.
"What do you think is wrong with me? I want to die, and you won't let me. Simple, ne?" Ryou answered closing his eyes again. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go to sleep hoping I won't wake up."
Bakura rolled his eyes, and went back into the ring. Although it would have been one of the last thoughts that would have ever entered his mind, Bakura hoped that Ryou wouldn't commit suicide. He couldn't believe it, but he cared.
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Vegeta-is-Forgotten and SoulDreamer, thanx for reviewing.
Don't Want to Be Here
Chapter Two
* Kitchen Knife
Bakura followed Ryou into the kitchen, and watched. Ryou opened the freezer and pulled out the box of over bake pizza, turning on the over to 425°. He set the pizza on the counter, still in the box, and glared at Bakura.
"What do "you" want?" Ryou asked.
"Just wondering wat you were doing," Bakura said.
"Baking a pizza, but it's not like you care."
"Wouldn't it be easier if you ordered a pizza?"
"Yes, if you had money. Remember? Oh that's right, you have a short term memory and a long-term revenge rate. Well, you broke my father's compass and I got grounded, which means no allowance. So I have no money."
"You're messed up, you know."
"I know. I'll admit it, but once I'm gone and I have the ring around my neck, you're gone because I'm taking you with me."
"I'll just take over your body permanetely, and get revenge on the Phaoroh, because you're not stronger than me."
Ryou made no comment. He opened the pizza box, opened the bag containing the pizza, placed the Italian food on a pizza tray, and stuck it in the oven, his arm accidentally touching the side of the stove. He flinched shightly, but ignored it. He closed the oven door and set the kitchen timer for fifteen minutes. He stared at the burn on his right arm, fighting the urge to do anything about it.
"I know you want to, so just take care of that burn on your arm before something happens to it," Bakura said. Even though he despised his aibou, he wouldn't want Ryou to put himself in pain for no reason.
Ryou didn't heed his advice. He just stared at it. The two stood in the kitchen until the timer went off. Ryou, who had been bracing himself the whole time, opened the oven, and pulled out the pizza tray with his bare hand. Bakura stared in horror, not expecting Ryou to act like this. If the boy wanted to kill himself, he wanted a body in almost-perfect condition.
Ryou took out the kitchen knife from the drawer and was about to cut the pizza, but instead placed the blade on his left wrist, attempting to cut himself. He barely made a small nick when he heard the front door open. His father opened the door. Bakura retreated into the ring.
"Hello, Ryou," his father sang out.
"Hello, Dad. I cooked the pizza. Want a slice?" Ryou asked, placing the knife on the pizza.
"Sure, son," the father said.
Ryou smiled, but his face turned angry as he cut the pizza, pulled out plates, place a few slices on one for is father and one for himself; he put back on the 'mask of happiness', and the two sat on the living room couch, eating pizza and watching TV movies. After a while, Ryou offered to do the dishes. He was in the sink, washing all the other dishes and silverware first, leaving the knife for last. His father had fallen asleep on the couch, having had a long day at the artifact sorting office. Ryou picked up the sponge, after checking to make sure his father was still asleep, and washed the knife and rinsed it. He dried it, the water still runnung, and held the blade to his wrist. Bakura popped out.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bakura whispered sharply.
"Getting ready to die," Ryou answered, the same ammount of harshness in his voice.
Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand, the one holding the knife, and pulled it away from the wrist. Ryou pulled back and attempted to slash Bakura's torso, but missed. Bakura somehow seized control of the weapon and aimed it at Ryou's throat. The boy became paralyzed with fear, then relaxed and smirked in a Bakura-like manner.
"I dare you, Bakura," Ryou whispered. "Go ahead. I have the knife, I die. You have the knife, I die. You see, I don't care. I dare you to stab me."
Bakura, disgusted with this act of behavior, took posession of the body, rewashed the knife, placed it with the other drying materials, turned off the sink, and went to Ryou's room. He came out of the ring and gave Ryou his body back.
"What is wrong with you, Ryou?" Bakura asked.
Ryou laid on his bed and closed his eyes. He felt a blow to his head and opened his eyes.
"Answer me,," Bakura said.
"What do you think is wrong with me? I want to die, and you won't let me. Simple, ne?" Ryou answered closing his eyes again. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go to sleep hoping I won't wake up."
Bakura rolled his eyes, and went back into the ring. Although it would have been one of the last thoughts that would have ever entered his mind, Bakura hoped that Ryou wouldn't commit suicide. He couldn't believe it, but he cared.
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