Perfect Pain and Suffering
Chapter 3
Early Morning Shame
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Random hick: Hey, ya'll! How be you?!
Monkey: *throws daggers of DOOM*
Random hick: KIPPERS! OWOWOWOW…
Monkey: (^__^) Botox the Frog, Copyright Monkey & Yami, Inc. Copyright held 2001-ALL ETERNITY. Renewable. All rights reserved. E-mail Verbyou@yahoo.com for permission to use.
Other copyrighted smileys by Monkey & Yami, Inc.:
*….* (Death Face) =__= (Squinty) ^: (Flippn' the Birdie)
^-.-^ (Little Minion Dude) (:] (Egg Head) :* (Kisses) !.! (Freak Bunny #1)
!__! (Freak Bunny #2) =!.!= (F.B. #3) =!__!= (F.B. #4) :]{: (Kissing smilies)
That's all I can think of! Cool, huh?
Wellllll, here's chapter three. ENJOY!!!
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The rain fell to the window, just like the tears to Ryou's face. With a slightly shameful sigh, Bakura left the sobbing teen for his soul room. Ryou grasped his firstly freed wrist, which was now painted red with blood. He sobbed and moaned, his purity and innocence had been stripped so quickly, and it hurt. His bed sheets were crumbled and dirtied, stained red underneath his manhood. Ryou shook as if he were cold. He wouldn't know if he was or not, his emotions were too jumbled for him to know the difference between love and hate. Love? Hate? He didn't know how he felt for his Yami. Fear? Fear. Just Fear.
He slowly tried to ease himself up, arms shaking. He fell back down, his sobs renewed as he felt pain in his stomach. Just into his abdomen, and everywhere. He just wanted to take a warm bath. Or take a Tylenol. Both. He wanted to clean himself, although he was afraid to. He knew he would see the water stain red.
//Why can't I just die?!// he thought to himself. His head felt light, his vision was fuzzy. His arms - which were now at his sides - were quivering as if having spasms. //Am I dying?// he thought, almost hopefully. The pain was amazing, his screams seemed to echo down the corridors of his mind, tormenting his Dark Half.
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//What have I done?// thought the Tomb Robber. //He wasn't ready. He might die.// What could he do? //I'll take his place.// he decided, preparing a bed in Ryou's soul room. The teen could overcome the pain there. //The powers of the mind are strong. He'll be better in the morning.// thought Bakura, realizing that it was already eleven.
//*Ryou?*// asked Bakura, causing the traumatized boy to jump. //*I'm taking your place. You'll be better. Don't worry.*// Quickly, the Tomb Robber was in bed, realizing that he, too, reeked of blood. Not his own, except for the blood dripping from his shoulder blades were Ryou had raked his desperate hand, but of his innocent Hikari's.
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He sighed, heavily. He felt his nose stinging, a lump forming in his throat. He blinked away tears of shame, holding his cruel face in his hands. Ryou was restlessly sleeping, clenching the old brown blankets on his bed in a white-knuckled embrace. Beads of silvery tears formed from his clenched eyes and painful expression. It was 3:30 a.m.
//*Shhhh, little light. Be still. Sleep. You'll be fine. Rest. I'll make you better, my Hikari. I will never hurt you again, little one.*// he cooed mentally as he pulled on his boxers. His voice was softer and less raspy then it had ever been. Ryou's chocolaty eyes blinked open. He was quivering. //*Sleep, Hikari.*// Whispered his Yami. Ryou gave a sort of pleading glance, then slowly closed his eyes, greeting a more restful, peaceful dream world.
Yami Bakura examined the bed, which was stained beyond hope. He gave a little quiver when he saw the huge amount of blood that painted the once white bed. The smell stung his nose. He tentatively removed a rumpled blanket, disgusted with himself at the blood. He stripped the bed of its dressings, only to see the unprotected mattress had also fallen victim to the blood Ryou had lost.
Knowing not of bleach, or any other handy projects us "modern folks" have, he simply flipped the mattress, hiding the stain. He knew that downstairs was a washing machine and a dryer, so he bundled all the sheets and blankets into his arms and blindly walked down Ryou's staircase.
He walked blindly through the well-kept little kitchen, where a picture of Ryou, His father, and his Mother together at some theme park was on the fridge in a make-shift frame. Bakura, luckily, couldn't see it. Would he have noticed that Ryou wasn't burdened by the Ring in the little picture? It was true. Ryou was probably five, and he was holding a red balloon in one hand and his mother's hand in the other. His father's hand was on the boy's shoulder, and they were all wearing bright, cheerful grins. Ryou's eyes were immense with purity and innocence, their pools of color were glittering.
-
The Tomb Robber tumbled into the laundry room, flopping the soggy blankets into the conveniently open washing machine. He glanced to the inside of his arms. They were painted red with Ryou's blood. He sighed heavily and slowly walked from the uncarpeted laundry room.
He arrived in the tiled room next door - the kitchen. He turned on the sink and put his long arms underneath the cool, flowing water, watching the thin film of blood quickly dissolve from his pale skin. He sighed heavily and quietly walked up the stairs.
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The alarm clock shrieked it's wake up call, and Yami Bakura grouchily slammed its surface, mumbling curses under his breath. He drifted into sleep for mere seconds, then quickly sat up, realizing it was time for Ryou to get ready. He groggily rubbed his huge, chocolatey eyes, and then climbed from bed, stretching his arms above his head.
//*Ryou…*// he thought, loudly. The little light blinked his eyes open. To his surprise, The Tomb Robber saw that Ryou still sported his cuts and bruises - his war paint.
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Monkey: RYOU NO KAWAII!
Fog (head creature aka Muse ultra-cute hotty Youko): That was short.
Monkey: Well… I got impatient!!!
Rue (scary midget Yami): You need to work on that. HEY! I'M NOT A MIDGET!!!
Monkey: RIIIIIGGGGGHHHTTT… Hey, You're not allowed to read that!
Everyone else (which means, like a huge BOOM of voice. Tons of muses): RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHTTTTTTT…
Monkey: Did you like?
Rue: It was short.
Terror (Vampire who won't eat humans): You're one to talk…
Monkey: DID YOU LIKE!!!???
Fog: *nods*
Ryou: O__O
Monkey: Y-you didn't read… the SECOND CHAPTER… did you?!
Yami B.: *nods grimly*
Ryou: I hate you…
Monkey: Eh hehhehheh… *runs away*
Rue: CLICK THE PRETTY PURPLE BUTTON!!! Ummmmmm… OR I'LL BITE YOU!!!
Fog: Right. What - will you stand on a box?!
Chapter 3
Early Morning Shame
_____________________________________________________________
Random hick: Hey, ya'll! How be you?!
Monkey: *throws daggers of DOOM*
Random hick: KIPPERS! OWOWOWOW…
Monkey: (^__^) Botox the Frog, Copyright Monkey & Yami, Inc. Copyright held 2001-ALL ETERNITY. Renewable. All rights reserved. E-mail Verbyou@yahoo.com for permission to use.
Other copyrighted smileys by Monkey & Yami, Inc.:
*….* (Death Face) =__= (Squinty) ^: (Flippn' the Birdie)
^-.-^ (Little Minion Dude) (:] (Egg Head) :* (Kisses) !.! (Freak Bunny #1)
!__! (Freak Bunny #2) =!.!= (F.B. #3) =!__!= (F.B. #4) :]{: (Kissing smilies)
That's all I can think of! Cool, huh?
Wellllll, here's chapter three. ENJOY!!!
_____________________________________________________________
The rain fell to the window, just like the tears to Ryou's face. With a slightly shameful sigh, Bakura left the sobbing teen for his soul room. Ryou grasped his firstly freed wrist, which was now painted red with blood. He sobbed and moaned, his purity and innocence had been stripped so quickly, and it hurt. His bed sheets were crumbled and dirtied, stained red underneath his manhood. Ryou shook as if he were cold. He wouldn't know if he was or not, his emotions were too jumbled for him to know the difference between love and hate. Love? Hate? He didn't know how he felt for his Yami. Fear? Fear. Just Fear.
He slowly tried to ease himself up, arms shaking. He fell back down, his sobs renewed as he felt pain in his stomach. Just into his abdomen, and everywhere. He just wanted to take a warm bath. Or take a Tylenol. Both. He wanted to clean himself, although he was afraid to. He knew he would see the water stain red.
//Why can't I just die?!// he thought to himself. His head felt light, his vision was fuzzy. His arms - which were now at his sides - were quivering as if having spasms. //Am I dying?// he thought, almost hopefully. The pain was amazing, his screams seemed to echo down the corridors of his mind, tormenting his Dark Half.
-
//What have I done?// thought the Tomb Robber. //He wasn't ready. He might die.// What could he do? //I'll take his place.// he decided, preparing a bed in Ryou's soul room. The teen could overcome the pain there. //The powers of the mind are strong. He'll be better in the morning.// thought Bakura, realizing that it was already eleven.
//*Ryou?*// asked Bakura, causing the traumatized boy to jump. //*I'm taking your place. You'll be better. Don't worry.*// Quickly, the Tomb Robber was in bed, realizing that he, too, reeked of blood. Not his own, except for the blood dripping from his shoulder blades were Ryou had raked his desperate hand, but of his innocent Hikari's.
-
He sighed, heavily. He felt his nose stinging, a lump forming in his throat. He blinked away tears of shame, holding his cruel face in his hands. Ryou was restlessly sleeping, clenching the old brown blankets on his bed in a white-knuckled embrace. Beads of silvery tears formed from his clenched eyes and painful expression. It was 3:30 a.m.
//*Shhhh, little light. Be still. Sleep. You'll be fine. Rest. I'll make you better, my Hikari. I will never hurt you again, little one.*// he cooed mentally as he pulled on his boxers. His voice was softer and less raspy then it had ever been. Ryou's chocolaty eyes blinked open. He was quivering. //*Sleep, Hikari.*// Whispered his Yami. Ryou gave a sort of pleading glance, then slowly closed his eyes, greeting a more restful, peaceful dream world.
Yami Bakura examined the bed, which was stained beyond hope. He gave a little quiver when he saw the huge amount of blood that painted the once white bed. The smell stung his nose. He tentatively removed a rumpled blanket, disgusted with himself at the blood. He stripped the bed of its dressings, only to see the unprotected mattress had also fallen victim to the blood Ryou had lost.
Knowing not of bleach, or any other handy projects us "modern folks" have, he simply flipped the mattress, hiding the stain. He knew that downstairs was a washing machine and a dryer, so he bundled all the sheets and blankets into his arms and blindly walked down Ryou's staircase.
He walked blindly through the well-kept little kitchen, where a picture of Ryou, His father, and his Mother together at some theme park was on the fridge in a make-shift frame. Bakura, luckily, couldn't see it. Would he have noticed that Ryou wasn't burdened by the Ring in the little picture? It was true. Ryou was probably five, and he was holding a red balloon in one hand and his mother's hand in the other. His father's hand was on the boy's shoulder, and they were all wearing bright, cheerful grins. Ryou's eyes were immense with purity and innocence, their pools of color were glittering.
-
The Tomb Robber tumbled into the laundry room, flopping the soggy blankets into the conveniently open washing machine. He glanced to the inside of his arms. They were painted red with Ryou's blood. He sighed heavily and slowly walked from the uncarpeted laundry room.
He arrived in the tiled room next door - the kitchen. He turned on the sink and put his long arms underneath the cool, flowing water, watching the thin film of blood quickly dissolve from his pale skin. He sighed heavily and quietly walked up the stairs.
-
-
-
The alarm clock shrieked it's wake up call, and Yami Bakura grouchily slammed its surface, mumbling curses under his breath. He drifted into sleep for mere seconds, then quickly sat up, realizing it was time for Ryou to get ready. He groggily rubbed his huge, chocolatey eyes, and then climbed from bed, stretching his arms above his head.
//*Ryou…*// he thought, loudly. The little light blinked his eyes open. To his surprise, The Tomb Robber saw that Ryou still sported his cuts and bruises - his war paint.
_____________________________________________________________
Monkey: RYOU NO KAWAII!
Fog (head creature aka Muse ultra-cute hotty Youko): That was short.
Monkey: Well… I got impatient!!!
Rue (scary midget Yami): You need to work on that. HEY! I'M NOT A MIDGET!!!
Monkey: RIIIIIGGGGGHHHTTT… Hey, You're not allowed to read that!
Everyone else (which means, like a huge BOOM of voice. Tons of muses): RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHTTTTTTT…
Monkey: Did you like?
Rue: It was short.
Terror (Vampire who won't eat humans): You're one to talk…
Monkey: DID YOU LIKE!!!???
Fog: *nods*
Ryou: O__O
Monkey: Y-you didn't read… the SECOND CHAPTER… did you?!
Yami B.: *nods grimly*
Ryou: I hate you…
Monkey: Eh hehhehheh… *runs away*
Rue: CLICK THE PRETTY PURPLE BUTTON!!! Ummmmmm… OR I'LL BITE YOU!!!
Fog: Right. What - will you stand on a box?!