Angel
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Ho, hum. I'm writing another fic. What are the chances of this actually getting finished?
Ryou: *Blinks*
Oh look, it's the man of the hour.
Ryou: Huh? This fic is about... ME?
Well, aren't you sick of your Yami yet, Ryou?
Ryou: I guess, but...
Just be happy and do the disclaimer.
Ryou: But WHY did you have to pair me up with Tea? I thought you hated her...
No, I'm neautral in the whole Tea thing.
Ryou: *Sighs* Whatever.
Disclaimer: Ryou: Ummm.... Okay... She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh... *Points at Ash*
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Ryou sat in detention, desprately wishing for it to be over.
If he didn't get home soon, who knew what his Yami would do to him...
"Mrs Scadell," he said hoarsley, "When may I leave?" His teacher glared at him from over her newspaper. "When you have learned your lesson, Bakura."
Ryou bit his bottom lip. If only she knew WHY he was daydreaming in class. Boy, would she be sorry. It wasen't his fault... lately, what his Yami had been doing to him was so cruel, he couldn't keep his mind off it.
He knew he should go to someone for help, but no one would believe him. They would think he was cutting himself, and just send him to therapy or something. No one could help him... How he wished he hadn't let Bakura find that knife...
Ryou looked up at the clock again and watched the last second of detention tick by. He grabbed his backpack and ran out of the classroom before his teacher even looked up.
He ran out of the school, not bothering to take the late bus. It was noisy and it made him sick. That's the last thing he needed, to throw up and then go home and get beaten.
Besides, he could run faster then that damned bus.
Ryou ran, his feet pounding on the hard cement sidewalk. The sooner he was home, the less his Yami would beat him. He ran, ignoring everyone else, who was staring.
He ran into the dark trees, taking a shortcut home. His legs ached already and the scars from where his Yami cut him seared on his legs, but he didn't care. If he didn't get home, it wouldn't matter, because Yami would just make them deeper.
He ran out of the trees and back onto the street. He heard an owl hoot behind him and turned his head in confusion. Not looking, he smacked right into Tea. They both toppled over and he landed on top of her.
"Bakura!" she said in suprise as he jumped off her. He started running again. "Sorry, Tea!" he called over his shoulder. "Bakura, wait!" she called. He didn't look back.
Ryou finally reached his house. He flew up the steps to the door, his feet barely touching the ground. He took his key out of his pocket and fumbled with it in the lock.
He didn't need to. His Yami saw him and opened the door for him. Ryou looked up at him and fear stabbed at his heart once again.
"B..Bakura," he stuttered. "I'm, I'm sorry, I had to stay after school, and..."
By his Yami's cold stare he knew it didn't matter what he said. "Do you think," Bakura said coldly, "you can show up any time you want?"
"N-n-no, I had to stay after school, I-" Bakura grabbed Ryou by his shirt and pulled him inside. "Baka hikari," he muttered. He reached for the knife in his pocket and took it out silently. He threw Ryou to the floor and he cowered there like a wounded dog.
"B-b-Bakura... please..." he whispered.
The sun was setting and it was getting dark inside the house. Bakura's face fell into shadows and he advanced towards him.
Ryou shut his eyes. If he fought, his Yami would just tear him up more...
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Ho, hum. I'm writing another fic. What are the chances of this actually getting finished?
Ryou: *Blinks*
Oh look, it's the man of the hour.
Ryou: Huh? This fic is about... ME?
Well, aren't you sick of your Yami yet, Ryou?
Ryou: I guess, but...
Just be happy and do the disclaimer.
Ryou: But WHY did you have to pair me up with Tea? I thought you hated her...
No, I'm neautral in the whole Tea thing.
Ryou: *Sighs* Whatever.
Disclaimer: Ryou: Ummm.... Okay... She doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh... *Points at Ash*
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Ryou sat in detention, desprately wishing for it to be over.
If he didn't get home soon, who knew what his Yami would do to him...
"Mrs Scadell," he said hoarsley, "When may I leave?" His teacher glared at him from over her newspaper. "When you have learned your lesson, Bakura."
Ryou bit his bottom lip. If only she knew WHY he was daydreaming in class. Boy, would she be sorry. It wasen't his fault... lately, what his Yami had been doing to him was so cruel, he couldn't keep his mind off it.
He knew he should go to someone for help, but no one would believe him. They would think he was cutting himself, and just send him to therapy or something. No one could help him... How he wished he hadn't let Bakura find that knife...
Ryou looked up at the clock again and watched the last second of detention tick by. He grabbed his backpack and ran out of the classroom before his teacher even looked up.
He ran out of the school, not bothering to take the late bus. It was noisy and it made him sick. That's the last thing he needed, to throw up and then go home and get beaten.
Besides, he could run faster then that damned bus.
Ryou ran, his feet pounding on the hard cement sidewalk. The sooner he was home, the less his Yami would beat him. He ran, ignoring everyone else, who was staring.
He ran into the dark trees, taking a shortcut home. His legs ached already and the scars from where his Yami cut him seared on his legs, but he didn't care. If he didn't get home, it wouldn't matter, because Yami would just make them deeper.
He ran out of the trees and back onto the street. He heard an owl hoot behind him and turned his head in confusion. Not looking, he smacked right into Tea. They both toppled over and he landed on top of her.
"Bakura!" she said in suprise as he jumped off her. He started running again. "Sorry, Tea!" he called over his shoulder. "Bakura, wait!" she called. He didn't look back.
Ryou finally reached his house. He flew up the steps to the door, his feet barely touching the ground. He took his key out of his pocket and fumbled with it in the lock.
He didn't need to. His Yami saw him and opened the door for him. Ryou looked up at him and fear stabbed at his heart once again.
"B..Bakura," he stuttered. "I'm, I'm sorry, I had to stay after school, and..."
By his Yami's cold stare he knew it didn't matter what he said. "Do you think," Bakura said coldly, "you can show up any time you want?"
"N-n-no, I had to stay after school, I-" Bakura grabbed Ryou by his shirt and pulled him inside. "Baka hikari," he muttered. He reached for the knife in his pocket and took it out silently. He threw Ryou to the floor and he cowered there like a wounded dog.
"B-b-Bakura... please..." he whispered.
The sun was setting and it was getting dark inside the house. Bakura's face fell into shadows and he advanced towards him.
Ryou shut his eyes. If he fought, his Yami would just tear him up more...