Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any characters BUT my own should their be any.
A/N: So, it's been quite a long time since I've posted something, very sad indeed but I just couldn't write for sometime since I was kind of depressed so to say. That's the reason I'm not going to post a new chapter of my Mai/Joey fic for a few more weeks. I'm momentarily unable to write any romance-fictions, though I promise I WILL continue the fic. It might take a while but I will.
Anyway, back to reality: This is my new fanfic: 'A Change of Heart' and you might've guessed who it is about. Ryou and his Yami. Some might have read my one-shot fic 'Torture', uh yeah… well this is nothing like that fic but it's nowhere near romance/ yaoi either.
After reading the prologue you might think I like to torture Ryou, in fact I do think I've some kind of sick obsession but this time Ryou's gonna get back at everyone who's ever teased him for being a wimp or whatever you call him. I suggest you just read the prologue and I guarantee you it's the ONLY Ryou-getting-hurt Chapter! And I'd really appreciate some reviews, even flames, as long as they're reasonable and not just plain stupid. -.-'
Note: This fanfic contains violence and other things not suitable for 'instable' persons or people who are pretty young! It IS rated 'R' as you might've noticed.
Prologue
His lungs were on fire, his breath ragged, yet he didn't stop running.
If one would have asked him why exactly he was putting himself through such torture he wouldn't know himself. All he knew for sure was that he had to get away; he had to run, faster, faster and his fear kept him from giving up.
It had been late afternoon when Ryou was finally released from detention (actually a punishment for Bakura tripping Yugi [Yami] in the halls) and had decided to take the short way home, through the park. The sun was already setting, as it was November and the days were pretty short anyway. He had enjoyed the last golden rays, painting Domino a beautiful crimson red and had felt a strange urge inside of him, a feeling as if he remembered some distant memory, though he couldn't put his finger on it.
Just after shaking off that thought he had already found himself slowly walking down a path in the Domino-park.
Gasping, he stopped. He had been running for hours it seemed, actually it had only been about ten minutes and by now Ryou couldn't see anything but shadowy, grey schemes around him, the reason he didn't dare to run further into the forest he was already deep inside.
He fell to his knees with a small thud, closed his eyes. Rocking back and forth he tried to forget about the searing pain all over his body. Not only were his hands and face scratched from running through the wildness but he was bruised all over, his major wound was his right arm, by now hanging limply at his side, probably broken.
Three men had surrounded him. They had been telling him what a pretty-boy he was and how they would like to help him become a real man instead of a wimp. One had held a pocket-knife, the other a broken bottle while their speaker was still fumbling to open his knife, though all three of them were obviously drunk and up for violence.
Ryou had been afraid, yet he had thought that the men would leave him alone if he gave them no reason to hurt him. He had been wrong…
Just a few seconds later he was on his knees with one of the three drunk crouching behind him holding him down and keeping him from screaming, while the one with the knife was leaning over him, squinting his eyes and explaining to his impatient companions that he still needed to decide where to begin with his master-piece of art.
He lay curled up in a little tight ball on the muddy ground, cradling his hurting arm. He wasn't sleeping but he didn't need to in order to dream. His nightmare was with him, around him, everywhere, in every little corner. It was inside him and he cried out as he realized that it was him.
His very core began to shudder and only as the sky began to cry for the boy's lost innocence he could finally close his eyes, forget about the world and fall into a deep slumber with a storm raging over the trees, protecting the seventeen years old.
He had cried as he had felt the knife slashing his skin the first time, he had also cried the second, third and fourth time, the fifth he hadn't even felt it anymore and the following times he had wished he could feel the pain.
The men had obviously liked to see him squirming in pain and decided to use pure strength instead of a knife if the cuts didn't brought the wanted reaction. So they had pushed him down, banging his head on the ground in the process. They had kicked him and punched him, until one wanted to try something he had seen in a kung-fu-movie.
His scream must have had echoed all over the park as Ryou had felt a bone inside of his arm break. The three tormenters had been surprised by the sudden reaction they had gotten and loosened their hold on him for a few seconds, enough time for Ryou to break free and run into the forest that bordered on the park.
A/N: So what do you think? I hope you've noticed that this was past and the normal text kind of present. I really hope it was obvious; otherwise it'd be pretty confusing… uh… yeah…
Poor Ryou though, my little, cute, poor Ryou I'm such a sadist… Bakura's rubbing off… anyway please Review, I know you might think reviewing isn't necessary because there will be other people who will do it, but most of those other people are thinking just like that.
Anyway, the first chapter will be up by Sunday and I'd really, really like a confirmation that you indeed want this story to continue. So feel FREE to REVIEW!!! Hmm… I know all reviewers get a kiss from… uh … uh Ryou cause I don't think Bakura would agree to do something like that. *searching through some major chaos until….* ahaaaaaaaaaa here he is. So, Ryou you agree with that kissy-thingy?
Ryou: Well, as I obviously don't have a choice *tied to a chair* I guess so *-*'
Q: That's cute, hun! So ya heard him he agrees! *jumps on Ryou's lap and cuddles him* I can't help myself he's just too cute for his own sake.
Ryou: x_x''''''''''''''''''
Q: Well I guess it's time to say goodbye now, be nice Ryou (as if he isn't always …-.-')
Ryou: *choking on some words that sound like: g'bye mates!*
Qamenka: Byyyeeeee *cuddles Ryou*