Disclaimer: not mine
Warnings: abuse, will later possibly be changed to R
Thank you to all my reviewers: babybeluga2003, maedhros, Joey-lover, fictionfan, Suki Suki Suki Suki Suki Chan, UnknownDarkMystery, Maruken, and Dark Mysteries. Yes, this fic is set before the past Egypt episodes. That is because I watch stupid WB for the Anime, and they haven't even gotten through the whole Noah deal yet, so I've only read about what happens next. And about my next day, unfortunately, -it- sucked royally, too. My best friend is acting oblivious, and my guy got a new girlfriend over the weekend at his basketball tournament. *Snarls* Anyway, I'm still majorly pissed off, and that's why I got this chapter out so quickly.
Please read and review.
Chapter 2: The words that you have spoken
Ryou screamed as Bakura lunged at him, knife drawn and slashing. He was tackled into the couch, and just barely managed to knock the dagger out of his yami's hand before flesh was pierced.
As Ryou attempted to escape, Bakura snarled and backhanded him across the cheek, then punched him in the side, sending the boy crashing into the wall.
The plaster cracked as Ryou thudded against it and slid to the floor in immobilization. Bakura growled enragedly and, jumping over to him, yanked his head up by his hair, flattening the retrieved blade against his hikari's throat.
"Never. . . . -ever-. . . . again. . . ." he spat as Ryou gulped painfully. He slammed the light's skull against the floor, and Ryou's vision began to cloud with pain and tears as he cried out. Bakura stood up and brought his foot crashing into the smaller boy's side, cracking his rib.
"ITAI!" Ryou shrieked.
"That's what you get for displeasing your master," Bakura hissed venomously. "PAIN!" He kicked Ryou sharply again, then stomped off upstairs without another word.
"B-Bakura. . . ." Ryou choked hoarsely. He tried to heft his ragged body up, but his arms could not support his weight, and he collapsed to the floor again, sobbing.
All he had wanted was food. But the only food left had been Bakura's, and Bakura had said he wasn't hungry. . . .
Ryou wept quietly, clutching his side. He knew that no one would ever hear him. They never did.
Anger suddenly flashed through his eyes. It was the same thing every day. Master and servant. And he was sick of it.
Bakura hadn't even -needed- the food. He had a whole month's rations, at -least-, stashed up in his room.
But, -no-. He wanted -more- food. The only thing to left to eat Ryou had.
Ryou panted bitterly. "Ryou must -obey- his master," he muttered under his breath, quoting his yami with a snarl. "Even until the end of time. For that is the way things were created, landlord."
For the first time, he felt fury course through him at the memory of the dark's harsh words.
Resentful tears flowed down his cheeks, his antagonism growing by the second.
"Who is he," Ryou grit out to himself, "To beat me around like I'm worthless?" He shoved himself up onto his knees, a sudden rush fueling his movements.
He felt a wall of determination rise up around his heart for a moment.
"I-I'm -not- worthless," Ryou stammered to himself confidently, tears gushing down his bruised cheeks. But his willpower shattered when he heard a cruel voice echo around him.
'Oh, but you are, hikari. . . .' Bakura's laughter filled his mind.
"No!" Ryou shouted, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his face. "Get out of my head!"
Bakura looked up sharply from his spot on his bed where he had been fuming, alerted by the yell.
"You push me too far, yadonushi," he growled, rising go make -sure- his hikari would shut the fuck up, so that he could have some peace.
In Ryou's imagination, Bakura's cackling got louder.
"ARGH!" he screeched.
"Be -quiet-, weakling!" the real dark side ordered, coming down the stairs to tower over the light. Ryou's eyes snapped open, whirling around madly in their sockets, and finally fixing themselves upon Bakura.
"You. . . ." he breathed, face suddenly taking on an insane look, and he unstably rose onto two feet.
Bakura faltered as Ryou began to advance toward him, almost zombie-like.
"W-what are you doing?"
Ryou grinned viciously, eyes popping. "Ah ah ah," he taunted, waving a finger. "You're not allowed to stutter!"
"What in hell?" Bakura breathed. His hikari was getting closer, ever so slowly. . . .
Ryou giggled wildly. "Master and servant, no more shall be. . . ." He flashed his canines, and his yami became suddenly very alert. The Millennium Ring had started to phase through Ryou's threadbare sweater.
"Stop this foolishness," Bakura growled warily, his hand drifting toward the knife in his belt.
"The master is down, the slave breaks free. . . ." Ryou continued in his singsong chant as the Ring began to glow.
"Hikari! Do as I say!" Bakura spat as he shifted into defensive stance.
"Roles got reversed, somehow, deep in their heads. . . ." The light seemed a tad more solemn now, talking more to himself. Bakura's copy of the Ring glowed white-hot against his chest.
He inhaled in pain and ripped the burning piece of gold away from his chest, along with his shirt, and threw it aside.
Ryou looked up now, straight into Bakura's eyes, with dead serious rage.
"Master became slave, but now both shall be -dead-! Sen-keft-hu-d--!"
"NO!" Bakura screamed in fury and plowed Ryou over before he could complete the final words of his suicide spell. The Ring flashed bright green before slowly fading again.
Ryou cried out as fists rained down upon him, and thrashed about blindly, clawing at everything.
"Stupid little weakling!" Bakura yelled, punching every bit of Ryou's body that he could reach. "You almost got us both killed, you little wench!"
Ryou hissed and started to gnash his teeth, fighting back.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" he cried, managing to bite off a chunk of Bakura's skin.
The yami shrieked in pain and slapped the hikari repeatedly. "You are -never- to speak like that to -me-, do you hear?!" he roared.
"Yes, I hear you!" Ryou exclaimed, his nails making a deep trench in Bakura's shoulder, blood pouring over them both. "BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!"
Ryou sent Bakura sprawling with one final blow, cuffing him around the head and shooting out of the house.
"I'll get you yet, bitch!" came Bakura's raging cry after him, but Ryou paid no heed to it and lit out down the road, so fast that it would take even the limber thief a while to catch him.
"Damn you, Bakura," Ryou gasped as the tears welled up. "Damn you for everything! And damn me too. . . ." The hikari's heart clenched painfully. "Damn me for falling in love with you."
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tbc?
Warnings: abuse, will later possibly be changed to R
Thank you to all my reviewers: babybeluga2003, maedhros, Joey-lover, fictionfan, Suki Suki Suki Suki Suki Chan, UnknownDarkMystery, Maruken, and Dark Mysteries. Yes, this fic is set before the past Egypt episodes. That is because I watch stupid WB for the Anime, and they haven't even gotten through the whole Noah deal yet, so I've only read about what happens next. And about my next day, unfortunately, -it- sucked royally, too. My best friend is acting oblivious, and my guy got a new girlfriend over the weekend at his basketball tournament. *Snarls* Anyway, I'm still majorly pissed off, and that's why I got this chapter out so quickly.
Please read and review.
Chapter 2: The words that you have spoken
Ryou screamed as Bakura lunged at him, knife drawn and slashing. He was tackled into the couch, and just barely managed to knock the dagger out of his yami's hand before flesh was pierced.
As Ryou attempted to escape, Bakura snarled and backhanded him across the cheek, then punched him in the side, sending the boy crashing into the wall.
The plaster cracked as Ryou thudded against it and slid to the floor in immobilization. Bakura growled enragedly and, jumping over to him, yanked his head up by his hair, flattening the retrieved blade against his hikari's throat.
"Never. . . . -ever-. . . . again. . . ." he spat as Ryou gulped painfully. He slammed the light's skull against the floor, and Ryou's vision began to cloud with pain and tears as he cried out. Bakura stood up and brought his foot crashing into the smaller boy's side, cracking his rib.
"ITAI!" Ryou shrieked.
"That's what you get for displeasing your master," Bakura hissed venomously. "PAIN!" He kicked Ryou sharply again, then stomped off upstairs without another word.
"B-Bakura. . . ." Ryou choked hoarsely. He tried to heft his ragged body up, but his arms could not support his weight, and he collapsed to the floor again, sobbing.
All he had wanted was food. But the only food left had been Bakura's, and Bakura had said he wasn't hungry. . . .
Ryou wept quietly, clutching his side. He knew that no one would ever hear him. They never did.
Anger suddenly flashed through his eyes. It was the same thing every day. Master and servant. And he was sick of it.
Bakura hadn't even -needed- the food. He had a whole month's rations, at -least-, stashed up in his room.
But, -no-. He wanted -more- food. The only thing to left to eat Ryou had.
Ryou panted bitterly. "Ryou must -obey- his master," he muttered under his breath, quoting his yami with a snarl. "Even until the end of time. For that is the way things were created, landlord."
For the first time, he felt fury course through him at the memory of the dark's harsh words.
Resentful tears flowed down his cheeks, his antagonism growing by the second.
"Who is he," Ryou grit out to himself, "To beat me around like I'm worthless?" He shoved himself up onto his knees, a sudden rush fueling his movements.
He felt a wall of determination rise up around his heart for a moment.
"I-I'm -not- worthless," Ryou stammered to himself confidently, tears gushing down his bruised cheeks. But his willpower shattered when he heard a cruel voice echo around him.
'Oh, but you are, hikari. . . .' Bakura's laughter filled his mind.
"No!" Ryou shouted, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his face. "Get out of my head!"
Bakura looked up sharply from his spot on his bed where he had been fuming, alerted by the yell.
"You push me too far, yadonushi," he growled, rising go make -sure- his hikari would shut the fuck up, so that he could have some peace.
In Ryou's imagination, Bakura's cackling got louder.
"ARGH!" he screeched.
"Be -quiet-, weakling!" the real dark side ordered, coming down the stairs to tower over the light. Ryou's eyes snapped open, whirling around madly in their sockets, and finally fixing themselves upon Bakura.
"You. . . ." he breathed, face suddenly taking on an insane look, and he unstably rose onto two feet.
Bakura faltered as Ryou began to advance toward him, almost zombie-like.
"W-what are you doing?"
Ryou grinned viciously, eyes popping. "Ah ah ah," he taunted, waving a finger. "You're not allowed to stutter!"
"What in hell?" Bakura breathed. His hikari was getting closer, ever so slowly. . . .
Ryou giggled wildly. "Master and servant, no more shall be. . . ." He flashed his canines, and his yami became suddenly very alert. The Millennium Ring had started to phase through Ryou's threadbare sweater.
"Stop this foolishness," Bakura growled warily, his hand drifting toward the knife in his belt.
"The master is down, the slave breaks free. . . ." Ryou continued in his singsong chant as the Ring began to glow.
"Hikari! Do as I say!" Bakura spat as he shifted into defensive stance.
"Roles got reversed, somehow, deep in their heads. . . ." The light seemed a tad more solemn now, talking more to himself. Bakura's copy of the Ring glowed white-hot against his chest.
He inhaled in pain and ripped the burning piece of gold away from his chest, along with his shirt, and threw it aside.
Ryou looked up now, straight into Bakura's eyes, with dead serious rage.
"Master became slave, but now both shall be -dead-! Sen-keft-hu-d--!"
"NO!" Bakura screamed in fury and plowed Ryou over before he could complete the final words of his suicide spell. The Ring flashed bright green before slowly fading again.
Ryou cried out as fists rained down upon him, and thrashed about blindly, clawing at everything.
"Stupid little weakling!" Bakura yelled, punching every bit of Ryou's body that he could reach. "You almost got us both killed, you little wench!"
Ryou hissed and started to gnash his teeth, fighting back.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" he cried, managing to bite off a chunk of Bakura's skin.
The yami shrieked in pain and slapped the hikari repeatedly. "You are -never- to speak like that to -me-, do you hear?!" he roared.
"Yes, I hear you!" Ryou exclaimed, his nails making a deep trench in Bakura's shoulder, blood pouring over them both. "BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!"
Ryou sent Bakura sprawling with one final blow, cuffing him around the head and shooting out of the house.
"I'll get you yet, bitch!" came Bakura's raging cry after him, but Ryou paid no heed to it and lit out down the road, so fast that it would take even the limber thief a while to catch him.
"Damn you, Bakura," Ryou gasped as the tears welled up. "Damn you for everything! And damn me too. . . ." The hikari's heart clenched painfully. "Damn me for falling in love with you."
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tbc?