Angel
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any related characters.
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Ryou made his Yami breakfast with bandaged arms. He numbly put the bacon and eggs on a plate and set it down on Bakura's favorite spot on the table.
He went upstairs and changed out of his nightshirt into a long-sleeved striped shirt, even though it was supposed to be hot that day. Ryou could never wear short sleeves. Everyone would see his scars.
Ryou silently took his backpack, opened the door and shut it gently as not to wake his Yami up. He didn't bother trying to keep breakfast warm as not to get beaten for a cold meal; Yami would let it sit just so he could beat Ryou.
No matter how he behaved, he'd find something like that so he could beat him.
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Yami, Tea, Joey and Tristan were sitting on the stone steps to Domino High, talking and laughing. He would have liked to join in, but it wasen't worth the trouble of trying to hide it from his Yami. Bakura didn't want him to have friends.
Ryou sighed and came toward them. Tea noticed him coming. His heart fluttered as she looked at him.
It hurt so much. More then his Yami cutting him. Everyone else only had the worry of telling someone how they felt. Ryou didn't even get to do that. If Ryou ever brought a girl home, his Yami would beat him and hurt her, as well. He'd probably do something sick to her, then kill her.
And that's why he never told her how he felt. He only delt with his Yami himself so no one else would get hurt.
"Hi, Bakura." Tea greeted him with a smile. The three boys echoed her greeting. He looked down at her and plastered a big, cheesy, very fake grin on his face. He had too much competition anyways. "Hullo, Tea."
He could tell he was expected to sit down and start chatting with them. Instead, he walked right past them into the building.
Familiar tears welled up in his eyes and he sniffed. It wasen't worth pretending he was happy. Watching them, *they* were happy, they didn't have a care in the world. He did. It hurt less being alone.
Ryou hastily wiped the tears from his eyes on the back of his sleeve. He ignored the notion of going into the boy's bathroom and crying until classes started. Someone found out about that and he was teased for the rest of the month.
Ryou leaned against the wall and sighed. Another long, lonely day to get by.
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Ryou sat alone by the window on the bus ride home. He stared out daydreamedly, watching the trees and houses whip by, trying to block out the noise of the rest of the idiots riding on the bus. Bakas.
Ryou didn't notice Tea had come and sit next to him until she put her hand on his thigh. "Bakura?"
"Huh?" he turned and looked at her. "Oh, hi." He blushed and gave her the same fake, cheesy grin he had before.
"I just asked you if you'd like to come over to my place tonight..." Tea raised an eyebrow at him.
No. No way in hell. If he liked living. Which he didn't, but something told him he had something to live for. Ryou had to make up something on the spot. "Sorry," he said quickly. "My parents have this lame rule..."
Okay, baka excuse. But it was better then nothing. "What's that?" Tea asked. "They have to know your parents before I can go over to your house." "Oh." Ryou could tell Tea was trying not to look at him funny. "I know," he grinned sheepishly. "Well," the bus had come to Tea's stop. "That's too bad. I'll see you around, kay Ryou?"
"Yeah," he smiled as she got off. "Okay, Tea," he said quietly to himself.
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Ryou unlocked the door and stepped inside. He could go to bed now, he hoped. His Yami usually didn't beat him if he couldn't find a reason. If Ryou "behaved", so he said.
Ryou quietly stalked upstairs and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and took his shirt off. He looked down at his chest grimly. He had white bandages wrapped all down his pale arms. On his chest there were three large older gashes that were nimbly healing. There was also one on his flat stomach that went through his bellybutton.
Ryou was skinny, skinnier then he thought he should be. It was partly because Bakura would eat almost everything in the house and he'd be stuck with whatever his Yami had missed. It was probably also from stress.
Ryou carefully removed the blood-stained bandages from his arms and set them down by the sink to put in the trash later. He stripped and removed the bandages from his legs as well.
Ryou stepped into the shower and relaxed in the warm water gushing down from the showerhead. Then he did something he had forced himself not do during school for hours. He cried.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any related characters.
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Ryou made his Yami breakfast with bandaged arms. He numbly put the bacon and eggs on a plate and set it down on Bakura's favorite spot on the table.
He went upstairs and changed out of his nightshirt into a long-sleeved striped shirt, even though it was supposed to be hot that day. Ryou could never wear short sleeves. Everyone would see his scars.
Ryou silently took his backpack, opened the door and shut it gently as not to wake his Yami up. He didn't bother trying to keep breakfast warm as not to get beaten for a cold meal; Yami would let it sit just so he could beat Ryou.
No matter how he behaved, he'd find something like that so he could beat him.
***
Yami, Tea, Joey and Tristan were sitting on the stone steps to Domino High, talking and laughing. He would have liked to join in, but it wasen't worth the trouble of trying to hide it from his Yami. Bakura didn't want him to have friends.
Ryou sighed and came toward them. Tea noticed him coming. His heart fluttered as she looked at him.
It hurt so much. More then his Yami cutting him. Everyone else only had the worry of telling someone how they felt. Ryou didn't even get to do that. If Ryou ever brought a girl home, his Yami would beat him and hurt her, as well. He'd probably do something sick to her, then kill her.
And that's why he never told her how he felt. He only delt with his Yami himself so no one else would get hurt.
"Hi, Bakura." Tea greeted him with a smile. The three boys echoed her greeting. He looked down at her and plastered a big, cheesy, very fake grin on his face. He had too much competition anyways. "Hullo, Tea."
He could tell he was expected to sit down and start chatting with them. Instead, he walked right past them into the building.
Familiar tears welled up in his eyes and he sniffed. It wasen't worth pretending he was happy. Watching them, *they* were happy, they didn't have a care in the world. He did. It hurt less being alone.
Ryou hastily wiped the tears from his eyes on the back of his sleeve. He ignored the notion of going into the boy's bathroom and crying until classes started. Someone found out about that and he was teased for the rest of the month.
Ryou leaned against the wall and sighed. Another long, lonely day to get by.
***
Ryou sat alone by the window on the bus ride home. He stared out daydreamedly, watching the trees and houses whip by, trying to block out the noise of the rest of the idiots riding on the bus. Bakas.
Ryou didn't notice Tea had come and sit next to him until she put her hand on his thigh. "Bakura?"
"Huh?" he turned and looked at her. "Oh, hi." He blushed and gave her the same fake, cheesy grin he had before.
"I just asked you if you'd like to come over to my place tonight..." Tea raised an eyebrow at him.
No. No way in hell. If he liked living. Which he didn't, but something told him he had something to live for. Ryou had to make up something on the spot. "Sorry," he said quickly. "My parents have this lame rule..."
Okay, baka excuse. But it was better then nothing. "What's that?" Tea asked. "They have to know your parents before I can go over to your house." "Oh." Ryou could tell Tea was trying not to look at him funny. "I know," he grinned sheepishly. "Well," the bus had come to Tea's stop. "That's too bad. I'll see you around, kay Ryou?"
"Yeah," he smiled as she got off. "Okay, Tea," he said quietly to himself.
***
Ryou unlocked the door and stepped inside. He could go to bed now, he hoped. His Yami usually didn't beat him if he couldn't find a reason. If Ryou "behaved", so he said.
Ryou quietly stalked upstairs and went into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and took his shirt off. He looked down at his chest grimly. He had white bandages wrapped all down his pale arms. On his chest there were three large older gashes that were nimbly healing. There was also one on his flat stomach that went through his bellybutton.
Ryou was skinny, skinnier then he thought he should be. It was partly because Bakura would eat almost everything in the house and he'd be stuck with whatever his Yami had missed. It was probably also from stress.
Ryou carefully removed the blood-stained bandages from his arms and set them down by the sink to put in the trash later. He stripped and removed the bandages from his legs as well.
Ryou stepped into the shower and relaxed in the warm water gushing down from the showerhead. Then he did something he had forced himself not do during school for hours. He cried.
***