Change of Heart
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
(Aisling): I'm back with yet another one!!!
(Bakura): Not again.
(Iris): Oh, be nice, Baku-chan.
(Ryou): Actually, for once, I have to agree with Bakura on this one. I end up getting tortured in this one. I thought you loved me, Aisling.
(Aisling): I do love you, Ryou.
(Bluefire): Yeah, she does. In fact, you two should get a room.
(Aisling): ::Falls over anime style:: Hey, don't make me start on you and the Pharaoh over there. Because you know I will.
(Bluefire): ::Whips out flame-thrower::
(Aisling): Eep!!! Oh, ummm, hi?
(Bluefire): Now, what were you saying?
(Aisling): ::Really big sweatdrop:: Ummm, that it would be a good idea to flame Dice-boy *Duke Devlin* with that thing? Or are you still trying to castrate him? (A/N: Sorry, but neither of us like Devlin or his cheerleaders, and there will eventually be much bashing of them in the future. Please no one flame because of this. I apologize profusely to those who actually do like him. And the castrating thing is kind of an inside joke, so...yeah. ^____^)
Duke: You two know you can't resist me.
(Aisling): NOBODY ASKED YOU, DICE-BOY!! Why don't you go sulk over your business deal or something?!
::Bluefire chases him away with her battery-powered, blood-encrusted weedwhacker:: (A/N: Again, inside joke.)
(Aisling): Okay, now that he's gone, who can I get to do the disclaimer for me? Seto! Big brother! Can you please come do the disclaimer for me? ::Sad chibi eyes:: PWEEEEZE????? I WUV YOU!!!!
(Seto): NO! NO WAY! NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
(Aisling): PWEEEEEEEEEZE?????? ::Intensifies sad chibi look::
(Seto): NO! Not going to happen. No, Aisling. Damn it, no. Oh, all right, fine, just stop giving me that look.
(Aisling): Yay!
(Seto): Aisling does not own Yu-Gi-Oh (Thank God for that) but any OC's are hers.
(Aisling): Arigatou big brother! And now, on with the fic! (Oh, and just as a warning, there is slight shounen ai in this fic, but not in this chapter. Pairings: Ryou/Bakura, and possible Yami/Yugi and Seto/Jou. My first attempt at something like this, so be nice.
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(Chapter One: Home Is Where The Broken Heart Is)
The pain was excruciating.
Ryou cried out as Bakura slapped him across the face and sent him sprawling to the floor. He looked up Bakura, hurt, fear, and betrayal shimmering in those innocent, chocolate brown eyes. He stood up shakily and tried to bolt for the door, knowing that running away would only make it worse, but he didn't care. He just had to get away from Bakura. Unfortunately for the white-haired tenshi, the tomb robber was quicker.
He reached out and grabbed Ryou, the spirit's pale hand latching onto that snowy hair and pulling him back harshly. Ryou whimpered as Bakura held the boy only a few inches away from his own face. He started to struggle wildly, trying to escape, ignoring the intense, fiery pain that flared across his scalp as Bakura tightened his grip on Ryou's hair.
"_Never_ run away from me," he growled.
Tears slipped down Ryou's face as Bakura turned and pinned him to the wall, effectively trapping the boy. Bakura leaned forward slightly, his tongue flicking out to catch the young one's salty tears. Ryou stiffened at the contact and tried once again to break free from his Yami's grip. But Bakura was much stronger than him, and proved it by keeping Ryou pinned tightly against the wall, pressing his body against Ryou's.
"You're so beautiful when you're afraid, Ryou," Bakura whispered.
This only served to terrify the boy even further, and a soft gasp escaped his pale lips. "Bakura...please. Onegai, let me go," Ryou whimpered.
Bakura's mahogany eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously. He pulled Ryou away from the wall and threw him across the living room. His back hit a small table and he fell backwards, taking the table and an Egyptian-style lamp with him. He screamed in pain as shards of broken glass cut into his flesh, drawing blood, tainting his blue shirt a twisted shade of purple where the blood touched it.
He tried to stand up, but a pain that was like the hottest part of flame shot through him from where the glass had entered his skin. He cried out again and collapsed to the floor, not even bothering to try getting up again. His chocolate eyes stared up at Bakura fearfully from underneath his snowy bangs as the tomb raider approached him, a vicious smirk playing across his otherwise handsome face.
"Get up, weakling," Bakura snarled angrily.
Ryou made a soft whimpering noise in his throat, but tried to stand up again anyway. The pain shot through him again, though, he fell back to the floor. Silver tears streamed down Ryou's face. Bakura rolled his eyes and lashed out, kicking the boy in the side as hard as he could, as if Ryou were no more than a wounded animal. Ryou screamed as he felt his ribs crack with a sickening, audible *SNAP!*
"Onegai, stop," Ryou whispered, coughing up blood.
"I said get up!" Bakura yelled.
But Ryou didn't move. He couldn't, it hurt too badly. Instead he just lay there, crying quietly, half-unconscious from the pain.
Bakura glared at the boy and took something from the back pocket of his jeans. Ryou gasped, his eyes widening in terror when he saw what Bakura had. It was a switchblade knife, the one that he had used on Ryou more than a few times in the past. The moonlight shining in the window behind them from outside glinted off the blade ominously, gleamed off the gold hilt that was engraved with Egyptian heiroglyphs and the Eye of Ra.
He knelt down in front of Ryou, again twisting his fingers in the boy's white hair. He pulled Ryou's head up so that they were now eye-to-eye. The blade of the knife was pressed against Ryou's cheek and drawn slowly downwards, creating a dark trail of crimson against the stark whiteness of his pale skin.
Ryou cried harder, his tears mixing with the blood that slid down his cheek. The salt from his tears leaking into the wounds only made it hurt worse, and Ryou cried out again softly.
A feral, predatory smile drifted onto Bakura's face. He leaned forward until his face was only a few inches away from Ryou's, his tongue flicking out again to catch the bloody tears. Ryou tried to struggle away from Bakura, but the tomb robber was too strong and Ryou was in too much pain to really be able to fight back.
Bakura moved back suddenly, though he still kept his grip on Ryou, and dragged the blade of his knife down Ryou's other cheek, then down both of his arms. Ryou screamed as the blood trailed down his cheeks and arms. Bakura smirked at him and stood up, taking a step back from the frightened boy. He then proceeded to lick the blood from the blade of his knife, something like a terrifying parody of a smile on his face as he did so. He took one more look at the boy before he disappeared back into the Millenium Ring, finally leaving Ryou alone in the silence.
Ryou lay there, not moving, and sobbed helplessly. His soft cries echoed eerily in the darkened room, but he ignored it. His thoughts were on Bakura.
Why did the ancient spirit insist upon torturing him this way? He had never done anything to Bakura to deserve any of this.
It had been this way for nearly four years now, though, ever since Ryou's father had given him the Millenium Ring. Of course, his father couldn't have known that he was unleashing the fury of Hell itself on the poor boy, couldn't have known that the spirit of the Ring would make Ryou's life a living nightmare. His father didn't even know about Bakura. But then, his father was never around anymore anyway. He was always off on a dig in Egypt or somewhere else, leaving Ryou alone to fend for himself.
When Bakura had first appeared from the Ring, Ryou had been hopeful, thinking that perhaps he'd finally found a friend. Boy, was he ever wrong, or so he thought. The uncannily close resemblance between the two of them had surprised Ryou, had even caught him off guard, but that had paled in comparison to the shock of what Bakura had done next.
*To Be Continued*
Ack! I am *so* sorry for the agony I'm putting poor Ryou through right now. He's my favorite character, and I normally wouldn't have the heart to do something like this. And yes, I'm aware of the fact that this has been done a thousand times, but I wanted to give it a shot of my own. Don't worry, no one dies, I couldn't do that to them. *Glomps Ryou and Bakura* Please, give it a chance. It's my first time writing a Ryou/Bakura fic, so please, no flames. Any and all flames will be ridiculed at your expense and used to light the demented pony and duke & his groupies on fire. I'll try to update again tomorrow, but I make no guarantees. Please R&R!!!! Don't make me beg. Well, Ja ne!
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
(Aisling): I'm back with yet another one!!!
(Bakura): Not again.
(Iris): Oh, be nice, Baku-chan.
(Ryou): Actually, for once, I have to agree with Bakura on this one. I end up getting tortured in this one. I thought you loved me, Aisling.
(Aisling): I do love you, Ryou.
(Bluefire): Yeah, she does. In fact, you two should get a room.
(Aisling): ::Falls over anime style:: Hey, don't make me start on you and the Pharaoh over there. Because you know I will.
(Bluefire): ::Whips out flame-thrower::
(Aisling): Eep!!! Oh, ummm, hi?
(Bluefire): Now, what were you saying?
(Aisling): ::Really big sweatdrop:: Ummm, that it would be a good idea to flame Dice-boy *Duke Devlin* with that thing? Or are you still trying to castrate him? (A/N: Sorry, but neither of us like Devlin or his cheerleaders, and there will eventually be much bashing of them in the future. Please no one flame because of this. I apologize profusely to those who actually do like him. And the castrating thing is kind of an inside joke, so...yeah. ^____^)
Duke: You two know you can't resist me.
(Aisling): NOBODY ASKED YOU, DICE-BOY!! Why don't you go sulk over your business deal or something?!
::Bluefire chases him away with her battery-powered, blood-encrusted weedwhacker:: (A/N: Again, inside joke.)
(Aisling): Okay, now that he's gone, who can I get to do the disclaimer for me? Seto! Big brother! Can you please come do the disclaimer for me? ::Sad chibi eyes:: PWEEEEZE????? I WUV YOU!!!!
(Seto): NO! NO WAY! NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
(Aisling): PWEEEEEEEEEZE?????? ::Intensifies sad chibi look::
(Seto): NO! Not going to happen. No, Aisling. Damn it, no. Oh, all right, fine, just stop giving me that look.
(Aisling): Yay!
(Seto): Aisling does not own Yu-Gi-Oh (Thank God for that) but any OC's are hers.
(Aisling): Arigatou big brother! And now, on with the fic! (Oh, and just as a warning, there is slight shounen ai in this fic, but not in this chapter. Pairings: Ryou/Bakura, and possible Yami/Yugi and Seto/Jou. My first attempt at something like this, so be nice.
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(Chapter One: Home Is Where The Broken Heart Is)
The pain was excruciating.
Ryou cried out as Bakura slapped him across the face and sent him sprawling to the floor. He looked up Bakura, hurt, fear, and betrayal shimmering in those innocent, chocolate brown eyes. He stood up shakily and tried to bolt for the door, knowing that running away would only make it worse, but he didn't care. He just had to get away from Bakura. Unfortunately for the white-haired tenshi, the tomb robber was quicker.
He reached out and grabbed Ryou, the spirit's pale hand latching onto that snowy hair and pulling him back harshly. Ryou whimpered as Bakura held the boy only a few inches away from his own face. He started to struggle wildly, trying to escape, ignoring the intense, fiery pain that flared across his scalp as Bakura tightened his grip on Ryou's hair.
"_Never_ run away from me," he growled.
Tears slipped down Ryou's face as Bakura turned and pinned him to the wall, effectively trapping the boy. Bakura leaned forward slightly, his tongue flicking out to catch the young one's salty tears. Ryou stiffened at the contact and tried once again to break free from his Yami's grip. But Bakura was much stronger than him, and proved it by keeping Ryou pinned tightly against the wall, pressing his body against Ryou's.
"You're so beautiful when you're afraid, Ryou," Bakura whispered.
This only served to terrify the boy even further, and a soft gasp escaped his pale lips. "Bakura...please. Onegai, let me go," Ryou whimpered.
Bakura's mahogany eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously. He pulled Ryou away from the wall and threw him across the living room. His back hit a small table and he fell backwards, taking the table and an Egyptian-style lamp with him. He screamed in pain as shards of broken glass cut into his flesh, drawing blood, tainting his blue shirt a twisted shade of purple where the blood touched it.
He tried to stand up, but a pain that was like the hottest part of flame shot through him from where the glass had entered his skin. He cried out again and collapsed to the floor, not even bothering to try getting up again. His chocolate eyes stared up at Bakura fearfully from underneath his snowy bangs as the tomb raider approached him, a vicious smirk playing across his otherwise handsome face.
"Get up, weakling," Bakura snarled angrily.
Ryou made a soft whimpering noise in his throat, but tried to stand up again anyway. The pain shot through him again, though, he fell back to the floor. Silver tears streamed down Ryou's face. Bakura rolled his eyes and lashed out, kicking the boy in the side as hard as he could, as if Ryou were no more than a wounded animal. Ryou screamed as he felt his ribs crack with a sickening, audible *SNAP!*
"Onegai, stop," Ryou whispered, coughing up blood.
"I said get up!" Bakura yelled.
But Ryou didn't move. He couldn't, it hurt too badly. Instead he just lay there, crying quietly, half-unconscious from the pain.
Bakura glared at the boy and took something from the back pocket of his jeans. Ryou gasped, his eyes widening in terror when he saw what Bakura had. It was a switchblade knife, the one that he had used on Ryou more than a few times in the past. The moonlight shining in the window behind them from outside glinted off the blade ominously, gleamed off the gold hilt that was engraved with Egyptian heiroglyphs and the Eye of Ra.
He knelt down in front of Ryou, again twisting his fingers in the boy's white hair. He pulled Ryou's head up so that they were now eye-to-eye. The blade of the knife was pressed against Ryou's cheek and drawn slowly downwards, creating a dark trail of crimson against the stark whiteness of his pale skin.
Ryou cried harder, his tears mixing with the blood that slid down his cheek. The salt from his tears leaking into the wounds only made it hurt worse, and Ryou cried out again softly.
A feral, predatory smile drifted onto Bakura's face. He leaned forward until his face was only a few inches away from Ryou's, his tongue flicking out again to catch the bloody tears. Ryou tried to struggle away from Bakura, but the tomb robber was too strong and Ryou was in too much pain to really be able to fight back.
Bakura moved back suddenly, though he still kept his grip on Ryou, and dragged the blade of his knife down Ryou's other cheek, then down both of his arms. Ryou screamed as the blood trailed down his cheeks and arms. Bakura smirked at him and stood up, taking a step back from the frightened boy. He then proceeded to lick the blood from the blade of his knife, something like a terrifying parody of a smile on his face as he did so. He took one more look at the boy before he disappeared back into the Millenium Ring, finally leaving Ryou alone in the silence.
Ryou lay there, not moving, and sobbed helplessly. His soft cries echoed eerily in the darkened room, but he ignored it. His thoughts were on Bakura.
Why did the ancient spirit insist upon torturing him this way? He had never done anything to Bakura to deserve any of this.
It had been this way for nearly four years now, though, ever since Ryou's father had given him the Millenium Ring. Of course, his father couldn't have known that he was unleashing the fury of Hell itself on the poor boy, couldn't have known that the spirit of the Ring would make Ryou's life a living nightmare. His father didn't even know about Bakura. But then, his father was never around anymore anyway. He was always off on a dig in Egypt or somewhere else, leaving Ryou alone to fend for himself.
When Bakura had first appeared from the Ring, Ryou had been hopeful, thinking that perhaps he'd finally found a friend. Boy, was he ever wrong, or so he thought. The uncannily close resemblance between the two of them had surprised Ryou, had even caught him off guard, but that had paled in comparison to the shock of what Bakura had done next.
*To Be Continued*
Ack! I am *so* sorry for the agony I'm putting poor Ryou through right now. He's my favorite character, and I normally wouldn't have the heart to do something like this. And yes, I'm aware of the fact that this has been done a thousand times, but I wanted to give it a shot of my own. Don't worry, no one dies, I couldn't do that to them. *Glomps Ryou and Bakura* Please, give it a chance. It's my first time writing a Ryou/Bakura fic, so please, no flames. Any and all flames will be ridiculed at your expense and used to light the demented pony and duke & his groupies on fire. I'll try to update again tomorrow, but I make no guarantees. Please R&R!!!! Don't make me beg. Well, Ja ne!