Summary - This story contains Yaoi a definite pairing is Malik Ishtar
and Yami Bakura. Bakura and Malik meet up again by accident and
decide to explore their feelings for each other. Lots of angst adding
my own views in to it as well.
Disclaimer - I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the song Bother by Corey Taylor
Blueraydragon@yahoo.co.uk Rated - Pg-14+
Genre: Romance/angst/humour
Notes: When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah they in it to / / hikari to yami // // yami to hikari got it? Good. I am not promoting alcohol its bad very bad, oh what the hell no one ever listens to me anyway.
Love is bitter sweet!
Chapter One - Why don't you leave?
If you walked down a certain street that seemed perfectly normal the first thing you would notice is, that the street in question was unusually quiet. No sound could be heard even the birds were silent as if afraid to utter a single throaty, note. Until you passed by a certain house and from within loud shouts and curses float down to your ears, then a yelp of pain and fear as someone got hit. This house is the home of Ryou and his yami Bakura.
"Shut the fuck up", shouted Bakura as his hikari cringed in a corner. "You are pathetic you make sick, Ra quit crying or do want another beating"?
"Please yami I'm sorry I won't do it again", Ryou tried to huddle away his brown eyes filled with fear. "I promise please don't hurt me".
"Get this fucking mess tidied up or suffer later", the yami spat before stomping off.
I wish I was too dead to cry
My self infliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masticates to which I cater
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go it til it bleeds
Ryou stayed in the corner sniffing back more tears as he strained to listen, for the movements of his yami downstairs. Just a little longer to make sure he won't come back up, the front door slammed shut and Ryou sighed with relief. The white-haired teen set about clearing up the broken glass and other objects that Bakura had thrown at him.
"Why does he do this to me? I haven't done anything wrong"! He thought bitterly to himself. "Yami hits me I cry, he torments and tortures me because I'm weak in his eyes. Does yami enjoy it?"
Hobbling down the stairs was a little hard his ankle had got twisted slightly trying to escape Bakura, he groaned as it twinges painfully with each step. Ryou shuffled to the kitchen and a moan escapes him as sees the smashed plates on the floor, Bakura did it before chasing the light to his room the spirit said Ryou wasn't doing the washing up fast enough. The hikari snapped back that he was doing it as fast as he could, bad idea back chatting sets Bakura off on one of his little "I'm the boss you're my slave" trips. Opening a cupboard Ryou spied a dustpan and brush sighing he knelt on the floor to sweep up the broken plates, standing up a flash of a shiny object on a side counter catches Ryou's eye he turns to see it's a sharp looking kitchen knife. Trembling he reaches for it clenching it in his pale hand.
"All I need to do is cut deep enough and I can escape this living hell", Ryou grimly thought. "Just slash open those veins and I die". The knife fell from his hand clattering to the floor as a fresh wave of sobs racked him, he slid down the counter and curls in to a foetal position crying hot tears. "I can't do it", he wailed. "I don't have the guts to end it". Little does he realize it takes more courage not to do it and keep on living to face your fears.
I wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest
Bakura was pissed off as he moodily walked the streets of Domino City wearing a long, faded trench coat. "How dare that little prick back chat to me, I taught him to hold his tongue", the dark growled grumpily to himself. "Perhaps I should cut out his tongue, and keep it pickled in a jar", Bakura chuckled dryly. "OW". He glared up from the pavement to find he had bumped in to Mai Valentine. "Watch where you're going fucking whore", came a snarled insult.
Mai seemed to be indifferent to the tomb robber she answered back, "I think you're the one who should watch where their going. You bashed in to me".
"Listen hear I am not my worthless excuse for a hikari", he hissed dangerously. "If you aren't careful I'll slit your throat the next time I see you".
She took a step back, "Geez, fine keep your wig on". Mai watches Bakura walked on grunting with satisfaction at her reaction. She ponders, "Ryou must've been beaten again I think I'll go round and check if he's alright".
I wish I had a reason
My thoughts were open season (Note - or flaws not exactly sure) For this I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying
Knocking on the door. Ryou trembled as he slowly opened the door screwing up his eyes for the expected blow, when it didn't come he cautiously opened them and saw Mai smiling at him.
She merely kept smiling sweetly, "Ryou I came round to see if you were ok".
Dumbstruck he stood there with a blank look. How long had it been since someone asked him if he was ok? Bursting in to fresh tears Ryou flung his arms around Mai and clung to her, she shook her head sadly trying to de-tangle herself from the crying teen. Holding his hand she stepped through the door and strode to the living room sitting on a sofa, Ryou followed behind her using a spare hand to wipe away his tears. Mai is one of those people who can go in a house once and remember the exact layout of the place, she had been here once so she knew where she was going. Sitting on the sofa Mai watched Ryou who still whimpered a little before he laid down on the sofa resting his head in Mai's lap, he faced away from her staring at a wall. Mai smiled with concern stroking the snow-white hair to comfort the light who sobbed on her.
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go it til it bleeds
One of Ryou's sleeves had rolled up a little, Mai noticed gashes along the pale flesh she touched his arm and Ryou flinched.
"Did Bakura do these to you"? She asked.
Ryou shook his head, "No I did them only on my arms, Bakura did the rest".
Mai's voice fills with worry, "Why Ryou? Why have you done this to yourself"?
I wish I'd died Instead of lived The zombie hides my face Shell forgotten with its memories I was left with cryptic entries
"Because I'm worthless and weak, so I harm myself hoping the pain will go away. But it doesn't Bakura just deals out more, I wish I never been born then I wouldn't have to suffer", Ryou practically wailed the last words.
Mai soothes, "Hush Ryou I'm going to make a call if they agree to my proposal I want you to pack, you can leave here and be safe from Bakura". She eased herself from under Ryou's head and headed to the phone.
The light tried to grab her as she left fear of abandonment etching his angelic features, "Don't leave me".
"I'll be back shortly promise, I'm only in the next room".
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go it til it bleeds
Walking in to his favourite bar the dark got only a few stares of disdain from the pub-goers, he noticed they weren't regulars here otherwise they would know better. A boy with platinum blonde hair and lavender eyes sat on a stool at the bar, it also happened to be right next to his favourite stool. Bakura frowned as he recognized the boy to be Malik Ishtar, one time ally and lost friend. Malik motioned for the tomb robber to set next to him, he obliged with a annoyed grunt.
"Usual is it sir"? Asked the all too happy bar tender. Bakura nodded.
"So", Malik began. "What are you doing here Bakura"?
"I could ask the same of you Malik", the other groused back. "I come here all the fucking time and this is the only time I seen you in here. Come to think of it I hadn't seen you since our defeat in Battle City".
Malik stared at his drink a large rum and coke, he idly swirled it around watching the miniature whirlpool in the glass, "I wanted to try somewhere different for a change, and if Isis finds out I'd been drinking under-age again she'll go berserk".
Bakura chuckled, "I suppose you used a fake Id card". The blonde Egyptian nods. "Baka I hope you don't get caught".
"You don't mean that, you'd love it if I got arrested. Something else for you to laugh at"!
A pint of Fosters was passed to the spirit and he smirked thinking about the arms of blissful intoxication, both teens sat in silence for a while neither saying anything to the other. Until Malik re- found his voice.
Lavender eyes sparkled as he spoke, "Do you remember the day we met? You took my knife and stabbed your arm with it".
He got an odd kind of grunt in reply Bakura had just finished his second pint and wasn't really keeping a check on his tongue, "Yeah I had to make an impression somehow to seal our deal, it just so happened I was in Ryou's body and made the impression on him".
"Well you made an impression on me certainly", came a slight slurred response.
Bakura drapes an arm round Malik's shoulders, "From the very first moment I laid eyes you I thought Ra he's sexy with a bad attitude, a motor-bike and not forgetting you got that midriff thing going on".
Malik gives the dark a look of shock, "Bakura you're more pissed than me, perhaps you should go home".
"Don't tell me what to fucking do, I am Bakura I do what I want", he snarled. The blonde flinched at the sudden outburst of anger, he looked fearfully at his drunken friend.
/Yami I'm leaving you/ came Ryou's nervous voice through the link.
//What do you mean you're fucking leaving? You're not going anywhere// a slurred growl rushed over their bond.
/I'm leaving and its final/ the hikari replied with more courage /When you get home I'll be gone and don't try to find me either, I never want to speak to you again/
He began to sober damn that bastard to the shadow realm and back// Who put you up to this? There's no way in everything that is evil in the shadow realm you'd be brave enough to do this by yourself//
Bakura sensed Ryou shrug and the light sighed/Goodbye yami/ a mental block flung up after the last word.
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go of deceit (note - no idea there at all to proper lyrics)
"FUCK", he yelled in his fury. "How dare he! That little bastard can't just leave me, ungrateful son of a bitch". Grabbing a third pint Bakura downed it, wiped his mouth and proceeded to stagger out the bar.
Laughing in a drunken state at the robber leaving Malik mused, "Ryou left Bakura? Hmm Bakura does look hot even when he's drunk" Out loud, "Oh shit I think I'm gonna blow" His hand flew to his mouth trying to force some control over his own involuntary actions. He only had at least 3 rum and cokes, but Malik is a light-weight same as the yami who just left.
"Go ahead you do that in here and I'll ban you for life". The bartender points to the door. "OUT"
Staggering outside he exploded in to the gutter kneeling on the pavement as he retched violently. "FUCKING TOMB ROBBER"!! Loud was Malik's cursing.
To be Continued...
Disclaimer - I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the song Bother by Corey Taylor
Blueraydragon@yahoo.co.uk Rated - Pg-14+
Genre: Romance/angst/humour
Notes: When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah they in it to / / hikari to yami // // yami to hikari got it? Good. I am not promoting alcohol its bad very bad, oh what the hell no one ever listens to me anyway.
Love is bitter sweet!
Chapter One - Why don't you leave?
If you walked down a certain street that seemed perfectly normal the first thing you would notice is, that the street in question was unusually quiet. No sound could be heard even the birds were silent as if afraid to utter a single throaty, note. Until you passed by a certain house and from within loud shouts and curses float down to your ears, then a yelp of pain and fear as someone got hit. This house is the home of Ryou and his yami Bakura.
"Shut the fuck up", shouted Bakura as his hikari cringed in a corner. "You are pathetic you make sick, Ra quit crying or do want another beating"?
"Please yami I'm sorry I won't do it again", Ryou tried to huddle away his brown eyes filled with fear. "I promise please don't hurt me".
"Get this fucking mess tidied up or suffer later", the yami spat before stomping off.
I wish I was too dead to cry
My self infliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masticates to which I cater
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go it til it bleeds
Ryou stayed in the corner sniffing back more tears as he strained to listen, for the movements of his yami downstairs. Just a little longer to make sure he won't come back up, the front door slammed shut and Ryou sighed with relief. The white-haired teen set about clearing up the broken glass and other objects that Bakura had thrown at him.
"Why does he do this to me? I haven't done anything wrong"! He thought bitterly to himself. "Yami hits me I cry, he torments and tortures me because I'm weak in his eyes. Does yami enjoy it?"
Hobbling down the stairs was a little hard his ankle had got twisted slightly trying to escape Bakura, he groaned as it twinges painfully with each step. Ryou shuffled to the kitchen and a moan escapes him as sees the smashed plates on the floor, Bakura did it before chasing the light to his room the spirit said Ryou wasn't doing the washing up fast enough. The hikari snapped back that he was doing it as fast as he could, bad idea back chatting sets Bakura off on one of his little "I'm the boss you're my slave" trips. Opening a cupboard Ryou spied a dustpan and brush sighing he knelt on the floor to sweep up the broken plates, standing up a flash of a shiny object on a side counter catches Ryou's eye he turns to see it's a sharp looking kitchen knife. Trembling he reaches for it clenching it in his pale hand.
"All I need to do is cut deep enough and I can escape this living hell", Ryou grimly thought. "Just slash open those veins and I die". The knife fell from his hand clattering to the floor as a fresh wave of sobs racked him, he slid down the counter and curls in to a foetal position crying hot tears. "I can't do it", he wailed. "I don't have the guts to end it". Little does he realize it takes more courage not to do it and keep on living to face your fears.
I wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest
Bakura was pissed off as he moodily walked the streets of Domino City wearing a long, faded trench coat. "How dare that little prick back chat to me, I taught him to hold his tongue", the dark growled grumpily to himself. "Perhaps I should cut out his tongue, and keep it pickled in a jar", Bakura chuckled dryly. "OW". He glared up from the pavement to find he had bumped in to Mai Valentine. "Watch where you're going fucking whore", came a snarled insult.
Mai seemed to be indifferent to the tomb robber she answered back, "I think you're the one who should watch where their going. You bashed in to me".
"Listen hear I am not my worthless excuse for a hikari", he hissed dangerously. "If you aren't careful I'll slit your throat the next time I see you".
She took a step back, "Geez, fine keep your wig on". Mai watches Bakura walked on grunting with satisfaction at her reaction. She ponders, "Ryou must've been beaten again I think I'll go round and check if he's alright".
I wish I had a reason
My thoughts were open season (Note - or flaws not exactly sure) For this I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying
Knocking on the door. Ryou trembled as he slowly opened the door screwing up his eyes for the expected blow, when it didn't come he cautiously opened them and saw Mai smiling at him.
She merely kept smiling sweetly, "Ryou I came round to see if you were ok".
Dumbstruck he stood there with a blank look. How long had it been since someone asked him if he was ok? Bursting in to fresh tears Ryou flung his arms around Mai and clung to her, she shook her head sadly trying to de-tangle herself from the crying teen. Holding his hand she stepped through the door and strode to the living room sitting on a sofa, Ryou followed behind her using a spare hand to wipe away his tears. Mai is one of those people who can go in a house once and remember the exact layout of the place, she had been here once so she knew where she was going. Sitting on the sofa Mai watched Ryou who still whimpered a little before he laid down on the sofa resting his head in Mai's lap, he faced away from her staring at a wall. Mai smiled with concern stroking the snow-white hair to comfort the light who sobbed on her.
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go it til it bleeds
One of Ryou's sleeves had rolled up a little, Mai noticed gashes along the pale flesh she touched his arm and Ryou flinched.
"Did Bakura do these to you"? She asked.
Ryou shook his head, "No I did them only on my arms, Bakura did the rest".
Mai's voice fills with worry, "Why Ryou? Why have you done this to yourself"?
I wish I'd died Instead of lived The zombie hides my face Shell forgotten with its memories I was left with cryptic entries
"Because I'm worthless and weak, so I harm myself hoping the pain will go away. But it doesn't Bakura just deals out more, I wish I never been born then I wouldn't have to suffer", Ryou practically wailed the last words.
Mai soothes, "Hush Ryou I'm going to make a call if they agree to my proposal I want you to pack, you can leave here and be safe from Bakura". She eased herself from under Ryou's head and headed to the phone.
The light tried to grab her as she left fear of abandonment etching his angelic features, "Don't leave me".
"I'll be back shortly promise, I'm only in the next room".
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go it til it bleeds
Walking in to his favourite bar the dark got only a few stares of disdain from the pub-goers, he noticed they weren't regulars here otherwise they would know better. A boy with platinum blonde hair and lavender eyes sat on a stool at the bar, it also happened to be right next to his favourite stool. Bakura frowned as he recognized the boy to be Malik Ishtar, one time ally and lost friend. Malik motioned for the tomb robber to set next to him, he obliged with a annoyed grunt.
"Usual is it sir"? Asked the all too happy bar tender. Bakura nodded.
"So", Malik began. "What are you doing here Bakura"?
"I could ask the same of you Malik", the other groused back. "I come here all the fucking time and this is the only time I seen you in here. Come to think of it I hadn't seen you since our defeat in Battle City".
Malik stared at his drink a large rum and coke, he idly swirled it around watching the miniature whirlpool in the glass, "I wanted to try somewhere different for a change, and if Isis finds out I'd been drinking under-age again she'll go berserk".
Bakura chuckled, "I suppose you used a fake Id card". The blonde Egyptian nods. "Baka I hope you don't get caught".
"You don't mean that, you'd love it if I got arrested. Something else for you to laugh at"!
A pint of Fosters was passed to the spirit and he smirked thinking about the arms of blissful intoxication, both teens sat in silence for a while neither saying anything to the other. Until Malik re- found his voice.
Lavender eyes sparkled as he spoke, "Do you remember the day we met? You took my knife and stabbed your arm with it".
He got an odd kind of grunt in reply Bakura had just finished his second pint and wasn't really keeping a check on his tongue, "Yeah I had to make an impression somehow to seal our deal, it just so happened I was in Ryou's body and made the impression on him".
"Well you made an impression on me certainly", came a slight slurred response.
Bakura drapes an arm round Malik's shoulders, "From the very first moment I laid eyes you I thought Ra he's sexy with a bad attitude, a motor-bike and not forgetting you got that midriff thing going on".
Malik gives the dark a look of shock, "Bakura you're more pissed than me, perhaps you should go home".
"Don't tell me what to fucking do, I am Bakura I do what I want", he snarled. The blonde flinched at the sudden outburst of anger, he looked fearfully at his drunken friend.
/Yami I'm leaving you/ came Ryou's nervous voice through the link.
//What do you mean you're fucking leaving? You're not going anywhere// a slurred growl rushed over their bond.
/I'm leaving and its final/ the hikari replied with more courage /When you get home I'll be gone and don't try to find me either, I never want to speak to you again/
He began to sober damn that bastard to the shadow realm and back// Who put you up to this? There's no way in everything that is evil in the shadow realm you'd be brave enough to do this by yourself//
Bakura sensed Ryou shrug and the light sighed/Goodbye yami/ a mental block flung up after the last word.
You don't need to bother I don't need to be I keep slipping further When I'm done I won't let go of deceit (note - no idea there at all to proper lyrics)
"FUCK", he yelled in his fury. "How dare he! That little bastard can't just leave me, ungrateful son of a bitch". Grabbing a third pint Bakura downed it, wiped his mouth and proceeded to stagger out the bar.
Laughing in a drunken state at the robber leaving Malik mused, "Ryou left Bakura? Hmm Bakura does look hot even when he's drunk" Out loud, "Oh shit I think I'm gonna blow" His hand flew to his mouth trying to force some control over his own involuntary actions. He only had at least 3 rum and cokes, but Malik is a light-weight same as the yami who just left.
"Go ahead you do that in here and I'll ban you for life". The bartender points to the door. "OUT"
Staggering outside he exploded in to the gutter kneeling on the pavement as he retched violently. "FUCKING TOMB ROBBER"!! Loud was Malik's cursing.
To be Continued...