DM: *sniffle*
Yami: Why is she crying, aibou?
Yugi: She didn't want to hurt Ryou.
Yami: She isn't. Bakura is.
Yugi: But she is making Bakura hurt Ryou.
Bakura: I am hurting the little brat on my own free will, you bakamono.
DM: *sniff* YOU'RE MEAN! So therefore, you must do the disclaimer.
Bakura: fine. Dutchess Murasaki is not Kazuki Takahashi, indicating that she does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. She is not responsible for giving you sick thoughts, nightmares, or bad ideas, such as jumping off a cliff into hot melting lava.
DM: Read, enjoy and review everyone . . .=^_^=
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SMACK!
Ryou groaned as he hit the wall. He didn't like what was happening. He never did. Bakura was beating him again. Ryou tried with all he had to get his mind off the pain, but it was no good. Bakura would just read his mind and shove the thoughts out of the hikari's head.
"Worthless." A kick to the ribs. "Pathetic." A punch to the face. "Why must you exist?"
Ryou looked up, tears threatening to spill. But if he cried, he knew it would give Bakura pleasure. He mustn't cry. "If you hate me so much, why don't you just kill me?" 'I know it would be better than this,' Ryou thought to himself. 'Anything would be better than this.'
The tomb-robber just grinned. "And not let me have my fun? I think not."
As the abuse session ended, Ryou limped to his room, suspecting a sprained ankle. He turned on the radio and flopped onto his bed. The lyrics in the song that was playing sounded just like he felt.
*~*I never thought I'd change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've never known
You moved me in a way that I've never known
But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I've never known
You abused me in a way that I've never known*~*
Ryou fell asleep to the music, hoping that he would not awaken to another beating for doing so. But Bakura wasn't going to beat Ryou; no, he wasn't. All Bakura was doing was listening to the lyrics of the song as it played on.
*~*So break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone*~*
Bakura slowly walked into Ryou's room, stepping lightly as not to wake the boy. He put his hand on the boy's bruised shoulder and cringed at the reminder that it was him who did that.
Ryou turned over and looked into the eyes that he still feared. He hoped that the reason Bakura was there was not to abuse him, but to talk with him. As Ryou stood up from the waist up (A/n: sounds like my choir teacher), he asked Bakura what he wanted.
He was surprised when Bakura replied with, "I was hoping we could talk, but we don't have to if you don't want to. Can we talk?"
Ryou smiled. "Of course."
Bakura smiled, but he remembered giving Ryou a sprained ankle. Bakura then did something that surprised both of them: he picked Ryou up bridal style and carried him into the living room, sitting them into the couch with Ryou on his lap.
When Bakura looked into his hikari's eyes, he was prepared to see anger, frustration and hate. Instead he saw warmth, understanding and kindness. When Bakura asked why Ryou wasn't mad, Ryou laughed.
"Why would I be mad?" Ryou asked. "I know that you only hurt me so that you will not feel weak."
Bakura looked shocked. "How did you know that?"
Ryou just grinned. "You are me. How couldn't I have known that?"
Bakura looked down, embarrassed. When Ryou put a single, solitary finger under his yami's chin and lifted it, he looked into Bakura's eyes. They were brimming with tears.
Ryou was the shocked one now. "Why do you cry, mou hitori no boku?"
Bakura looked back into Ryou's eyes. "I . . ."
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DM: That was nice. Read, enjoy and review everyone. Go ahead. You know you want to.
Yami: Why is she crying, aibou?
Yugi: She didn't want to hurt Ryou.
Yami: She isn't. Bakura is.
Yugi: But she is making Bakura hurt Ryou.
Bakura: I am hurting the little brat on my own free will, you bakamono.
DM: *sniff* YOU'RE MEAN! So therefore, you must do the disclaimer.
Bakura: fine. Dutchess Murasaki is not Kazuki Takahashi, indicating that she does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. She is not responsible for giving you sick thoughts, nightmares, or bad ideas, such as jumping off a cliff into hot melting lava.
DM: Read, enjoy and review everyone . . .=^_^=
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SMACK!
Ryou groaned as he hit the wall. He didn't like what was happening. He never did. Bakura was beating him again. Ryou tried with all he had to get his mind off the pain, but it was no good. Bakura would just read his mind and shove the thoughts out of the hikari's head.
"Worthless." A kick to the ribs. "Pathetic." A punch to the face. "Why must you exist?"
Ryou looked up, tears threatening to spill. But if he cried, he knew it would give Bakura pleasure. He mustn't cry. "If you hate me so much, why don't you just kill me?" 'I know it would be better than this,' Ryou thought to himself. 'Anything would be better than this.'
The tomb-robber just grinned. "And not let me have my fun? I think not."
As the abuse session ended, Ryou limped to his room, suspecting a sprained ankle. He turned on the radio and flopped onto his bed. The lyrics in the song that was playing sounded just like he felt.
*~*I never thought I'd change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I've never known
You moved me in a way that I've never known
But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I've never known
You abused me in a way that I've never known*~*
Ryou fell asleep to the music, hoping that he would not awaken to another beating for doing so. But Bakura wasn't going to beat Ryou; no, he wasn't. All Bakura was doing was listening to the lyrics of the song as it played on.
*~*So break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone
Just break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops then you will be alone*~*
Bakura slowly walked into Ryou's room, stepping lightly as not to wake the boy. He put his hand on the boy's bruised shoulder and cringed at the reminder that it was him who did that.
Ryou turned over and looked into the eyes that he still feared. He hoped that the reason Bakura was there was not to abuse him, but to talk with him. As Ryou stood up from the waist up (A/n: sounds like my choir teacher), he asked Bakura what he wanted.
He was surprised when Bakura replied with, "I was hoping we could talk, but we don't have to if you don't want to. Can we talk?"
Ryou smiled. "Of course."
Bakura smiled, but he remembered giving Ryou a sprained ankle. Bakura then did something that surprised both of them: he picked Ryou up bridal style and carried him into the living room, sitting them into the couch with Ryou on his lap.
When Bakura looked into his hikari's eyes, he was prepared to see anger, frustration and hate. Instead he saw warmth, understanding and kindness. When Bakura asked why Ryou wasn't mad, Ryou laughed.
"Why would I be mad?" Ryou asked. "I know that you only hurt me so that you will not feel weak."
Bakura looked shocked. "How did you know that?"
Ryou just grinned. "You are me. How couldn't I have known that?"
Bakura looked down, embarrassed. When Ryou put a single, solitary finger under his yami's chin and lifted it, he looked into Bakura's eyes. They were brimming with tears.
Ryou was the shocked one now. "Why do you cry, mou hitori no boku?"
Bakura looked back into Ryou's eyes. "I . . ."
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DM: That was nice. Read, enjoy and review everyone. Go ahead. You know you want to.