Enough Revised
Ok everyone, here's the first chapter to the new revised version of 'Enough'. Don't worry; it still has the same angsty storyline as before. ^ ^
Warning: This story contains yaoi (if ya don't know what it is ask someone who does or read this story and find out the hard way), angst, violence, swearing, and a very cruel Bakura.
Disclaimer: I do not personally own Yugi-oh or any anime for that fact besides the little things I draw. ^ ^.
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Chapter 1
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"Ryou, come here." A man raged in a drunken stupor. Although he wasn't drunk he really sounded like it.
Granted with now answer he continued.
"Ryou, do what I say or else you know what will happen if you don't!"
Ryou carefully walked over to his Yami awaiting whatever punishment Bakura had in store for him.
Ever since they had became one; Ryou had found the Senen Ring, Bakura was always abusing him or fighting for dominance. One minute Ryou would be minding his business and then the next he would find himself—only kami knows where—either hurt or just plain lost. Sometimes he wondered if Bakura did those things to him just for the hell of it! Sometimes he wished that Bakura would disappear from his life forever . . . but every time he though those things he would cringe and feel guilty. No matter how many times he tried he could never completely wish him gone.
And now that Bakura was granted his own body every thing was worse—10 times worse! It wasn't a fight for having a body anymore it was just a fight. Bakura liked to see his Hikari in pain and Ryou knew it. Eventually he would have to learn to accept his punishments and tonight was one of those nights.
"Where were you? It's 12 a.m." Bakura yelled.
Ryou stood still and mentally refused to answer. It wasn't that smart of a move since Bakura could read his mind.
"Ryou answer me!"
". . ."
SLAP!
Ryou felt a heated pain form on his cheek as tears pricked his eyes and threatened to fall. He needed to learn how to stop crying because he knew that it gave Bakura pleasure to see him cry.
After a few minutes of silence Bakura began to impatiently tap his foot on the ground. Ryou knew he was waiting for an answer. But he refused to tell where he had been for his sake and for Malik's. Yup! He had been over Malik's house because he was the only person who truly cared about him anyway.
Getting terribly impatient Bakura lashed out and tackled Ryou to the ground.
"I know where you were. You were with that slut, Malik, weren't you?!" He barked out!
"Malik's not a slut!" Ryou shouted out defensively, trying to get from under Bakura.
"So, what should be your punishment? Well since you've probably fucked Malik, you wouldn't mind if I fucked you, would you?" He asked as he began to suck on Ryou's neck.
"Noooooo! Please don't!" Ryou screamed as he continued to fight under Bakura. Although he fought with all his strength, Bakura was a lot stronger than him. Ryou froze when he felt Bakura's hand go down to his pants and undo the zipper.
"Bakura stop!" He pleaded. Bakura ceased his actions giving Ryou a second of relief that was over almost as soon as it began. Bakura reached in his back pocket and pulled out a small pocketknife. Ryou couldn't even scream anymore. It felt as though his throat muscles had constricted and there was a big lump in place of his vocal box.
"Well, Ryou, I see you want to learn things the hard way."
Bakura put the sharp object on Ryou's sweater. Applying pressure, he began to cut shapes in the small boy's shirt. All Ryou could do is watch mortified as the knife shreds his favorite shirt and his skin. Although he was in immense pain, he couldn't scream and tears were already streaming down his face. Once done, Bakura kneeled and got up off of him.
"I guess I can wait until next time you screw up before I get in your pants. Then you'll be the one screwed . . . literally." Turning around Bakura walked out of the apartment.
Ryou looked on the floor to see what seemed to be a mile of blood. Good thing Japanese houses had wood floors; he could easily get that up.
Attempting to sit up wasn't a good thing. A sharp pain surged across his chest as he tried to stand up. It felt as though his ribs were broken. Carefully grasping his side, Ryou slowly made his way down the hall towards the bathroom. Sliding the thin door open he walked in and instantly saw his reflection.
Looking in the mirror, he noticed that it wasn't just random cuts in his skin but it looked like a word was formed. He didn't care about the pain anymore instead he was eager to see what had been written on his chest! Grabbing a near by washcloth, he pulled off his shirt and began to scrub the blood away. When he was done his eye widened at the horrible sight before him. He had never been as mortified in his entire life. It was insanity—no! Beyond insanity; how the hell could someone be so sadistic?! The word 'slut' engraved in his chest would scar him for the rest of his life.
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So what does everyone think? A little better, ne? I know it's not perfect but I like the minor changes I made. I wanted to give it more of a Japanese feel seeing that the yugi-oh gang is in Japan. I know a little more than average about the culture and I decided that I should finally put that to use. So R&R and tell me what you think!