Kitty: Wow! I can't believe how many reviews I got for the first chapter
of this! I must be getting better!
Ryou: Or more demented...
Kitty: I'll pretend I didn't hear you.
Ryou: ...
*Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!*
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A Story By:
~Shrine Maiden Kitty~
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Bonded
Chapter 2~ Broken
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Bakura's POV
I watched my hikari with little intrest as he stumbled up the stairs. Waves of intense sorrow began to fill my body, and I growled as I disconnected mental our link. I was not in the mood to experience his selfish mortal emotions now.
Everything he did irritated me. The way he moved, the way he talked, and the way that he approached others, so feeble and shyly. It was disgusting. He was weak, and indulgent, and so useless to me. We were complete opposites.
I love pain and blood, whereas the last time Ryou saw a bit of blood he threw up... in my room! Boy, did he pay for that one! I chuckled to myself, temporarily reliving the delicious memory.
But honestly, I had never before met such a... sissy individual! He deserved every bit of chastisement he received. I daresay, Ryou may have been better off being born female! But I really can't control that, now, can I? That would be the day now, wouldn't it?
I picked up the busted clock sitting in front of me and tossed it in the trash. It wasn't of any use to me now. Mechanically I then reached for the liquor cabinent and pulled out a grand prize. I drank my sake bitterly; it would make later much easier. And I would be sure that Ryou's pure and innocent blood would stain my hands.
Ryou's POV
I woke up with a strong feeling of apprehension nestled in the very pit of my empty stomach. I looked blearily toward my clock and was slightly surprised that I had only been asleep for no longer than 20 minutes. I wished I could just fall back asleep, but I was just too anxious. I popped my retainer in and out of my mouth a few times with my tongue before I decided to take it out. I didn't need it broken, but of course if Bakura were to break my jaw it wouldn't make much of a difference anyway.
I was beginning to grow bored, but there was nothing much I could do about it. Bakura had condemned me to my room, and I dare not disobey him. I was nothing but a personal plaything to him. Something that he could abuse at will and throw dishevelled into a corner when he grew unamused with me. This is what have been reduced to. Bakura's right, I am pathetic.
I'm sure that at one time in my life, one point of my life, I had been happy. It's not as if I don't remember, it's not like it was that long ago. I knew how to laugh; I knew how to have fun. But of course now those are just fragmented memories to me. I know I used to have friends, but Bakura took that away too. He crushed everything that had once been sacred to me. Now I don't even care. I feel nothing. I can't even talk to Yuugi about anything anymore. It's just too risky. It's very depressing, just as Yuugi had said, and there was really nothing else to it. My life was just one big, empty void of depression. Blank and painful.
I unconciously tapped a pen on my leg while I was in deep thought. Suddenly, the back of the pen split open and immediately ink began to seep into the light fabric of my jeans and stain my off-white carpet. "Oh, brilliant," I muttered in my soft British accent as I sighed heavily and with a bit of effort heaved myself up from my current residence on the floor to dispose of the pen that was now sadly out of function. There was nothing I could do about the ink. My jeans and once spotless carpet were now permanently stained forever.
"Tainted... like my soul..." I decided quietly, yet aloud. Though I was talking to no one in particular, I still felt the opinion was necessary in the silent room as I fell breathlessly and gracefully backwards onto my soft mattress. I began to concentrate on the sound of my own breathing.
"You know, Hikari, you shouldn't converse with yourself. Folks may... wonder..."
With a malicious grin, I sat bolt upright and watched in horror as Bakura pulled his switchblade from his back pocket and brought it slowly to his lips as he gradually advanced me, trembling and vulnerable, on my mattress. How could I not have felt his presence in the room! I really was more far gone than I had thought...
I felt sickened as he slid the blade into his mouth and opened it just wide enough so I could watch in horror as he slit his own tongue, then he closed his lips around the blade and slowly pulled in from his mouth. Blood oozed out and dripped down his chin in small streams. He grinned devilishly at me and it was then that I realized I could not move. I was paralyzed with fear.
Bakura took this chance to pull me into a bruising kiss. I sputtered gagged and beat against his chest as his blood began to fill my mouth. He only laughed into the kiss and deepened it, finding pleasure in my discomfort.
After what seemed like hours, which in reality had really only been a minute or so, he pulled away and laughed cruelly as I spit and gagged, trying to get the disgusting presence of his blood out of my mouth. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted. It was coppery and thick, and seemed to coat the insides of my mouth. Finally giving in, I began to puke my guts out into my wastebasket as Bakura continued to laugh at me.
"Oh, Hikari, you are truely revolting," he chuckled as he began to advance me once again. "Here, let me help you..." He gently pulled my hair away from my face as I remained choking over my wastebasket. As soon as I sat back and wiped at my mouth, Bakura painfully jerked me back by the hair, so much for help.
Pulling me by my hair painfully, Bakura drug me down the hall and into the bathroom. I screamed in agony the entire way. I felt as if white hot knives were striking repetitively at the roots of my silky silver hair.
Bakura kicked the door shut forcefully, emitting a loud SLAM! to follow, then backhanded me powerfully as tears began to stream painfully down my face.
"You should really clean up, Hikari. Look at all of that nasty blood on your pretty striped shirt! You know that crimson just isn't your color!" Bakura taunted as I stared at him emotionlessly. My blank eyes wandered to his face as I listened quietly. He had finally done it. He had broken me. I could not speak, for there were no words to say. He seemed upset with my inability to answer him so he tried another method.
"So, you haven't had enough yet? Well, I'll have to fix that." His eyes seemed to glint with a sick delight as I began to shake my head rigorously, tears splashing onto my flushed cheeks and down onto my cold hands, but I still could not bring myself to speak.
Before I knew what was happening, an intense pain spread throughout my shoulder and I cried out in agony and overall surprise. I looked to my shoulder and immediately began to sob again as I spotted Bakura's blade sticking out harshly from my flesh. My brain could hardly register as blood began to ooze from the wound as Bakura ripped the blade from my shoulder and once again claimed it as his own. I felt dizzy and faint. I wasn't sure if it was from my own loss of blood, or the fact that Bakura was now licking the soiled blade with a look of pure pleasure on his face. I'm sure that what he was doing was hardly hygeinic...
I barely heard Bakura state, "Now you're really filthy, Hikari!", when I was shoved quite unreverently into tub with my clothes on and scalding hot water began to beat mercilessly onto my defenseless body.
I screamed, writhing in such intense pain I cannot describe. I had never felt something so painful before in my life as my skin burned under the scalding hot temperature. Before Bakura could melt me alive though, he turned on freezing cold water to cool me down, not like it would help. The intense cold was just as painful when applied to my hot flesh. It was then that Bakura muttered somthing about going out and not to go anywhere, and left me there, freezing water still beating onto me without yeild. And there was nothing I could do.
That's where I sat for at least a half an hour. Unable to move, unable to think, and just simply unable to comprehend what was going on around me. I couldn't even feel my freezing body beneath me as I shivered unyeilding, my teeth chattered, and my lips turned blue.
I had been broken, and therefore felt nothing. Not even pain.
To Be Continued...
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Kitty: Wow, that makes me so sad..... lol. My poor Ryou-chan! What's ganna happen to him!? You'll find out if I get over 5 reviews for this chapter!
WOO WOO REVIEW!
Ryou: Or more demented...
Kitty: I'll pretend I didn't hear you.
Ryou: ...
*Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!*
* * *
A Story By:
~Shrine Maiden Kitty~
* * *
Bonded
Chapter 2~ Broken
* * *
Bakura's POV
I watched my hikari with little intrest as he stumbled up the stairs. Waves of intense sorrow began to fill my body, and I growled as I disconnected mental our link. I was not in the mood to experience his selfish mortal emotions now.
Everything he did irritated me. The way he moved, the way he talked, and the way that he approached others, so feeble and shyly. It was disgusting. He was weak, and indulgent, and so useless to me. We were complete opposites.
I love pain and blood, whereas the last time Ryou saw a bit of blood he threw up... in my room! Boy, did he pay for that one! I chuckled to myself, temporarily reliving the delicious memory.
But honestly, I had never before met such a... sissy individual! He deserved every bit of chastisement he received. I daresay, Ryou may have been better off being born female! But I really can't control that, now, can I? That would be the day now, wouldn't it?
I picked up the busted clock sitting in front of me and tossed it in the trash. It wasn't of any use to me now. Mechanically I then reached for the liquor cabinent and pulled out a grand prize. I drank my sake bitterly; it would make later much easier. And I would be sure that Ryou's pure and innocent blood would stain my hands.
Ryou's POV
I woke up with a strong feeling of apprehension nestled in the very pit of my empty stomach. I looked blearily toward my clock and was slightly surprised that I had only been asleep for no longer than 20 minutes. I wished I could just fall back asleep, but I was just too anxious. I popped my retainer in and out of my mouth a few times with my tongue before I decided to take it out. I didn't need it broken, but of course if Bakura were to break my jaw it wouldn't make much of a difference anyway.
I was beginning to grow bored, but there was nothing much I could do about it. Bakura had condemned me to my room, and I dare not disobey him. I was nothing but a personal plaything to him. Something that he could abuse at will and throw dishevelled into a corner when he grew unamused with me. This is what have been reduced to. Bakura's right, I am pathetic.
I'm sure that at one time in my life, one point of my life, I had been happy. It's not as if I don't remember, it's not like it was that long ago. I knew how to laugh; I knew how to have fun. But of course now those are just fragmented memories to me. I know I used to have friends, but Bakura took that away too. He crushed everything that had once been sacred to me. Now I don't even care. I feel nothing. I can't even talk to Yuugi about anything anymore. It's just too risky. It's very depressing, just as Yuugi had said, and there was really nothing else to it. My life was just one big, empty void of depression. Blank and painful.
I unconciously tapped a pen on my leg while I was in deep thought. Suddenly, the back of the pen split open and immediately ink began to seep into the light fabric of my jeans and stain my off-white carpet. "Oh, brilliant," I muttered in my soft British accent as I sighed heavily and with a bit of effort heaved myself up from my current residence on the floor to dispose of the pen that was now sadly out of function. There was nothing I could do about the ink. My jeans and once spotless carpet were now permanently stained forever.
"Tainted... like my soul..." I decided quietly, yet aloud. Though I was talking to no one in particular, I still felt the opinion was necessary in the silent room as I fell breathlessly and gracefully backwards onto my soft mattress. I began to concentrate on the sound of my own breathing.
"You know, Hikari, you shouldn't converse with yourself. Folks may... wonder..."
With a malicious grin, I sat bolt upright and watched in horror as Bakura pulled his switchblade from his back pocket and brought it slowly to his lips as he gradually advanced me, trembling and vulnerable, on my mattress. How could I not have felt his presence in the room! I really was more far gone than I had thought...
I felt sickened as he slid the blade into his mouth and opened it just wide enough so I could watch in horror as he slit his own tongue, then he closed his lips around the blade and slowly pulled in from his mouth. Blood oozed out and dripped down his chin in small streams. He grinned devilishly at me and it was then that I realized I could not move. I was paralyzed with fear.
Bakura took this chance to pull me into a bruising kiss. I sputtered gagged and beat against his chest as his blood began to fill my mouth. He only laughed into the kiss and deepened it, finding pleasure in my discomfort.
After what seemed like hours, which in reality had really only been a minute or so, he pulled away and laughed cruelly as I spit and gagged, trying to get the disgusting presence of his blood out of my mouth. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted. It was coppery and thick, and seemed to coat the insides of my mouth. Finally giving in, I began to puke my guts out into my wastebasket as Bakura continued to laugh at me.
"Oh, Hikari, you are truely revolting," he chuckled as he began to advance me once again. "Here, let me help you..." He gently pulled my hair away from my face as I remained choking over my wastebasket. As soon as I sat back and wiped at my mouth, Bakura painfully jerked me back by the hair, so much for help.
Pulling me by my hair painfully, Bakura drug me down the hall and into the bathroom. I screamed in agony the entire way. I felt as if white hot knives were striking repetitively at the roots of my silky silver hair.
Bakura kicked the door shut forcefully, emitting a loud SLAM! to follow, then backhanded me powerfully as tears began to stream painfully down my face.
"You should really clean up, Hikari. Look at all of that nasty blood on your pretty striped shirt! You know that crimson just isn't your color!" Bakura taunted as I stared at him emotionlessly. My blank eyes wandered to his face as I listened quietly. He had finally done it. He had broken me. I could not speak, for there were no words to say. He seemed upset with my inability to answer him so he tried another method.
"So, you haven't had enough yet? Well, I'll have to fix that." His eyes seemed to glint with a sick delight as I began to shake my head rigorously, tears splashing onto my flushed cheeks and down onto my cold hands, but I still could not bring myself to speak.
Before I knew what was happening, an intense pain spread throughout my shoulder and I cried out in agony and overall surprise. I looked to my shoulder and immediately began to sob again as I spotted Bakura's blade sticking out harshly from my flesh. My brain could hardly register as blood began to ooze from the wound as Bakura ripped the blade from my shoulder and once again claimed it as his own. I felt dizzy and faint. I wasn't sure if it was from my own loss of blood, or the fact that Bakura was now licking the soiled blade with a look of pure pleasure on his face. I'm sure that what he was doing was hardly hygeinic...
I barely heard Bakura state, "Now you're really filthy, Hikari!", when I was shoved quite unreverently into tub with my clothes on and scalding hot water began to beat mercilessly onto my defenseless body.
I screamed, writhing in such intense pain I cannot describe. I had never felt something so painful before in my life as my skin burned under the scalding hot temperature. Before Bakura could melt me alive though, he turned on freezing cold water to cool me down, not like it would help. The intense cold was just as painful when applied to my hot flesh. It was then that Bakura muttered somthing about going out and not to go anywhere, and left me there, freezing water still beating onto me without yeild. And there was nothing I could do.
That's where I sat for at least a half an hour. Unable to move, unable to think, and just simply unable to comprehend what was going on around me. I couldn't even feel my freezing body beneath me as I shivered unyeilding, my teeth chattered, and my lips turned blue.
I had been broken, and therefore felt nothing. Not even pain.
To Be Continued...
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Kitty: Wow, that makes me so sad..... lol. My poor Ryou-chan! What's ganna happen to him!? You'll find out if I get over 5 reviews for this chapter!
WOO WOO REVIEW!
