Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Yugioh. *sigh* Can I have Bakura...please? And Malik, and Seto? No? Oh, fine...
Author's Notes: Yaay! Thanks for the reviews, all. I got alot, much more then I did my last story. Again, tell me if you want Shounen-ai! So far, it's a yes, but if you want, I'll make two chapters/stories: one with s-ai, one without. Tell me if that's okay, alright? Thanks. Here's in response to your reviews:
@ LazyLiza: How could I not forget you? Your the...Bakura of my favorite rp! Read down, can't do yaoi, sorry, and I can't think of a better name!
@ Nette: Thanks for your review! I did something good for a change, and I'm greatful for that.
@ Shi: Okay! Shounen-ai!
@Crystal Crittenden: Thanks! I'll have the next chapter up...I dunno. When I get around to writing it.
@ DEemon Light: Yes, I love the Ryou/Bakura couple, but like I said, I can't do rape scenes.
@ Mimiheart: ah....yeah, I realized that my 'problem' is getting me alot of reviews. Thanks!
@ laDy SaSaMi7: Hey, It's okay, suggesting Shounen-ai doesn't sound like a hentai at all!
@ Seto_Girl: Eh..sorry! Can't do rape scenes, just don't know how. Your going to have to live with Shounen-ai, okay? Sorry!
@ fanficsrock: Thanks for your review! ^^ I'll try to finish it soon!
@ annonymous girl: Ha! I'm with you - Down with the dubs! XP
@ Shadow Ishtar: Sorry about the rating! Forgot to add that part. It's been fixed now!
@little-kat-girl: AHH! I don't want to die just yet! *starts to write* See? Happy?
@Mui: Okay! I'll make it a Shounen-ai! ^^'
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It was odd. Bakura was no where in the house, or at least Ryou thought so. Through the kitchen, into the Dining Room, past the Living Room. The boy was now at the foot of the stairs, looking up into the second floor.
Ryou frowned and slowly walked up the steps, trying not to make too much noise, in case his yami was sleeping in Ryou's room. Bakura wasn't in his Soul Room, Ryou already checked, so he had to be in his physical form. On a walk maybe? Ryou prayed that was the case, (because Ryou had been about ten minutes late to get home) so Bakura wouldn't be able to tell when his hikari had gotten back from school.
Ryou peeked in his room, blinking. The lights were off, and no one was inside.
"Thank the Lord...he's probobaly out drinking again..." He muttered, walking across the hall, and failing to notice the open latch in the ceiling, leading to the empty attic. The moment Ryou stepped under it, he fell to the ground-because a certain yami had purposly jumped down right ontop of him, pinning Ryou to the ground.
"Hello, hikari.." Bakura's cold, heartless voice whispered into Ryou's ear, "What were you doing..? Your late, you know. I've been waiting for quite a while, you know. You know I don't like to be kept waiting. So where were you??"
"I-I was o-on my way h-home, yami..." Ryou managed to get out, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't try to struggle against his yami's hold on him, because he knew it would only be in vain. Bakura's grip was like iron, and no strenght Ryou could muster up could break it.
"I don't think your telling the whole truth," The spirit said grimly, socking Ryou across the head.
Before the pale boy could say anything, his yami released his hold on Ryou and picked him up roughly by the hair, dragging him back down the stairs and throwing him into the living room.
Ryou had gotten on his hands and knees, facing the floor, when he heard Bakura come up to him and kicked his hikari strongly in the gut, causing Ryou's eyes to widen and his hand to automaticly go to his stomach, but right before Bakura had grabbed his hikari by the hair, pulling him to his feet, and pulling his hair back, Bakura's head looming over Ryou's shoulder and by his face, and he looked down at him with cold, heartless eyes, "You must want me to always abuse you like this, don't you, hikari?"
Ryou's eyes were closed when he shook his head, his hands shaking, his face pale.
A cruel, cold smirk curved on the Yami's lips as he looked down at his Hikari. "I don't hear you saying anything."
"N-no, Yami! I don't, I really don't want you to!" Ryou pleaded through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Then how do you expect me to punish you for your stupidity and annoyance? Don't you think bruises and blood would be the best way to punish?" Bakura said with a low, cruel tone, "It seems very effective..."
A chill was sent down Ryou's spine, "Well..." He said slowly, "You could...not do it at all..."
"Wrong answer!" Bakura sent a punch into Ryou's side. "You are just a host. I don't know if it was my misfortune or yours to have you find the ring, or me be the spirit of it. Just know... I hate it." Bakura then puched Ryou in the same place on his side.
Ryou gave a small cry of pain and made steps to get away, his hand at his side. ~That's a bruise in the morning...~ Ryou thought grimly.
Feeling his Hikari try to step away, Bakura decided to let the hold of his hair go. "You remember that you belong to me and I can do what I want to you. Nothing shall be told to Yami Yuugi as well..."
Ryou took a few more steps back, his breath a bit shaky as he nodded, looking to the ground, waiting for the pain in his side to go away.
"Get away from my sight. Only come to me for a good reason." Bakura sneered at his Hikari and let him go, dissapearing into his soul room to rest and leave Ryou to himself.
Shaking his head and getting his composure, quickly checking to see if his yami was watching him. Fortunatly, Bakura wasn't. He was now asleep, and it was beyond Ryou how someone could fall asleep so fast, but the thought soon left him as he staggered up the stairs to his room, still wincing in pain, his hand still at his side, where Bakura had punched him two or three times.
Slowly, the boy made his way to the kitchen, grabbed his blade and walked slowly, and painfully, up the stairs to his room. He collapsed on the bed, face up, gazing at the ceiling and trying to get the pain to go away, and just to rest for a few minutes, before he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, unrolling his sleeve, revealing the dozens and dozens of scars that littered his pale arm.
Flipping open the blade, he looked at his arm, trying to decide which place was the best to cut himself today. Finding a spot he hadn't cut yet (around his mid-forearm), Ryou lowered the blade to his skin and pressed down, creating a small cut.
Almost disapprovingly, he shook his head and made the cut deeper, longer, causing more blood to flow. Now, he knew it was good. For him, whenever he made a cut, it was like a drug addict taking Speed, or a cigarette (sp?). It calmed him, made him feel relaxed, and all other pain just seemed to dissapear with the blood flowing out of his body. It was now just Ryou, the cut, and it's pain. Nothing more, no more pain he felt inflicted by his yami, no problems he had, it was just him and the cut.
For about ten minutes Ryou just stared at his new cut, almost like he was in a trance of some sort, before he blinked and shook his head, slowly getting off his bed and making his way to the bathroom, where he opened up the medicine cabinet and fumbled around for a bandage, where he quickly wrapped up his much-wanted wound and walked back to his room, feeling much better then he was before.
Sitting down on his desk, he opened his backpack and pulled out his homework, begining to work on it.
Meanwhile, Bakura sat in his soul room, deep in thought.
~Why do I hurt him so much? Why do I even bother with him? He's my weak, pitiful, hikari!~ He thought to himself.
~Because you love him, you know that~ A voice answered in his head.
~I do not! He's weak, pathetic, dependent, and Ra knows what else! Why would I love someone like him??~
~Because he reminds you so much of your own childhood, which became corrupt by the pharaoh~
~That still doesn't answer my question.~ Bakura thought back, frowning.
~You hurt the boy because he reminds you so much of what you used to be, you have to make sure that he goes through the same thing you did. I thought you might have known that by now.~
~Whatever. I don't care, you might be speaking the truth, you might not be. Now shut up and go away.~ the spirit snapped to that voice in his head.
There came no reply, much to Bakura's relief.
The next day at school, Ryou was bored out of his mind. There was a substitute, and she just kept ranting on and on about something that Ryou was sure he already knew, so he didn't bother to listen. He was lost in his own thoughts, absentmindedly pulling on his sleeve, which conceled his secret.
That pulling, soon came to scratching. Ryou's fingers were down his sleeve, though he was still lost in himself, and was now scratching at the pale skin that was conceled.
The boy was brought out of his thoughts with a slight wince when he felt some pain. Apparently, he had reopened one of his old scars, scratching it open.
Yuugi, who was sitting right next to him, had noticed his friend's behavior, but had said nothing on it, at least until he saw Ryou wince and look at his wrist.
Ryou then asked for a pass to the bathroom and quickly left, not looking back. Yuugi, knowing that Ryou would most likely go someplace else, asked for a pass as well, once Ryou had left the classroom fully.
Making sure the pale boy stayed in his sight, Yuugi followed silently behind. Once Ryou completely passed the bathrooms, his suspicions were now complete. Ryou was going to do something Yuugi knew he wouldn't like.
Ryou stopped in a deserted hallway, with no classrooms or lockers, which was a good thing on his part, so no one could see him (Except for Yuugi, of course, but Ryou was unaware of his presence), apart from a certain kid with tri-colored hair.
Slowly, Ryou rolled down his sleeve and spotted the re-opened cut. Wincing in frustration and annoyence-now he would have to hide it up somehow- Ryou sighed and rolled his arm, about to pull his sleeve back down, and looked around, when he felt someone grab his wrist. Looking down, he saw, none other then, Yuugi, looking up at him with wide eyes, and looking down at the scars on Ryou's arm
"Ryou......." Yuugi gasped, for it was about the only thing he could say.
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From the Author: Yay, another chapter down. Please Review! I thank you so much for all of you who did, and those who didn't but read and enjoyed anyways. This one was longer, no? Sorry if it wasn't, or too short for you. So far, Shounen-ai is a yes. I'll be updating about once or twice a week, since I have my Psycologist three times a day, along with some stupid play rehearsals my mom made me do.
Thanks all! R&R!
Author's Notes: Yaay! Thanks for the reviews, all. I got alot, much more then I did my last story. Again, tell me if you want Shounen-ai! So far, it's a yes, but if you want, I'll make two chapters/stories: one with s-ai, one without. Tell me if that's okay, alright? Thanks. Here's in response to your reviews:
@ LazyLiza: How could I not forget you? Your the...Bakura of my favorite rp! Read down, can't do yaoi, sorry, and I can't think of a better name!
@ Nette: Thanks for your review! I did something good for a change, and I'm greatful for that.
@ Shi: Okay! Shounen-ai!
@Crystal Crittenden: Thanks! I'll have the next chapter up...I dunno. When I get around to writing it.
@ DEemon Light: Yes, I love the Ryou/Bakura couple, but like I said, I can't do rape scenes.
@ Mimiheart: ah....yeah, I realized that my 'problem' is getting me alot of reviews. Thanks!
@ laDy SaSaMi7: Hey, It's okay, suggesting Shounen-ai doesn't sound like a hentai at all!
@ Seto_Girl: Eh..sorry! Can't do rape scenes, just don't know how. Your going to have to live with Shounen-ai, okay? Sorry!
@ fanficsrock: Thanks for your review! ^^ I'll try to finish it soon!
@ annonymous girl: Ha! I'm with you - Down with the dubs! XP
@ Shadow Ishtar: Sorry about the rating! Forgot to add that part. It's been fixed now!
@little-kat-girl: AHH! I don't want to die just yet! *starts to write* See? Happy?
@Mui: Okay! I'll make it a Shounen-ai! ^^'
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It was odd. Bakura was no where in the house, or at least Ryou thought so. Through the kitchen, into the Dining Room, past the Living Room. The boy was now at the foot of the stairs, looking up into the second floor.
Ryou frowned and slowly walked up the steps, trying not to make too much noise, in case his yami was sleeping in Ryou's room. Bakura wasn't in his Soul Room, Ryou already checked, so he had to be in his physical form. On a walk maybe? Ryou prayed that was the case, (because Ryou had been about ten minutes late to get home) so Bakura wouldn't be able to tell when his hikari had gotten back from school.
Ryou peeked in his room, blinking. The lights were off, and no one was inside.
"Thank the Lord...he's probobaly out drinking again..." He muttered, walking across the hall, and failing to notice the open latch in the ceiling, leading to the empty attic. The moment Ryou stepped under it, he fell to the ground-because a certain yami had purposly jumped down right ontop of him, pinning Ryou to the ground.
"Hello, hikari.." Bakura's cold, heartless voice whispered into Ryou's ear, "What were you doing..? Your late, you know. I've been waiting for quite a while, you know. You know I don't like to be kept waiting. So where were you??"
"I-I was o-on my way h-home, yami..." Ryou managed to get out, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't try to struggle against his yami's hold on him, because he knew it would only be in vain. Bakura's grip was like iron, and no strenght Ryou could muster up could break it.
"I don't think your telling the whole truth," The spirit said grimly, socking Ryou across the head.
Before the pale boy could say anything, his yami released his hold on Ryou and picked him up roughly by the hair, dragging him back down the stairs and throwing him into the living room.
Ryou had gotten on his hands and knees, facing the floor, when he heard Bakura come up to him and kicked his hikari strongly in the gut, causing Ryou's eyes to widen and his hand to automaticly go to his stomach, but right before Bakura had grabbed his hikari by the hair, pulling him to his feet, and pulling his hair back, Bakura's head looming over Ryou's shoulder and by his face, and he looked down at him with cold, heartless eyes, "You must want me to always abuse you like this, don't you, hikari?"
Ryou's eyes were closed when he shook his head, his hands shaking, his face pale.
A cruel, cold smirk curved on the Yami's lips as he looked down at his Hikari. "I don't hear you saying anything."
"N-no, Yami! I don't, I really don't want you to!" Ryou pleaded through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Then how do you expect me to punish you for your stupidity and annoyance? Don't you think bruises and blood would be the best way to punish?" Bakura said with a low, cruel tone, "It seems very effective..."
A chill was sent down Ryou's spine, "Well..." He said slowly, "You could...not do it at all..."
"Wrong answer!" Bakura sent a punch into Ryou's side. "You are just a host. I don't know if it was my misfortune or yours to have you find the ring, or me be the spirit of it. Just know... I hate it." Bakura then puched Ryou in the same place on his side.
Ryou gave a small cry of pain and made steps to get away, his hand at his side. ~That's a bruise in the morning...~ Ryou thought grimly.
Feeling his Hikari try to step away, Bakura decided to let the hold of his hair go. "You remember that you belong to me and I can do what I want to you. Nothing shall be told to Yami Yuugi as well..."
Ryou took a few more steps back, his breath a bit shaky as he nodded, looking to the ground, waiting for the pain in his side to go away.
"Get away from my sight. Only come to me for a good reason." Bakura sneered at his Hikari and let him go, dissapearing into his soul room to rest and leave Ryou to himself.
Shaking his head and getting his composure, quickly checking to see if his yami was watching him. Fortunatly, Bakura wasn't. He was now asleep, and it was beyond Ryou how someone could fall asleep so fast, but the thought soon left him as he staggered up the stairs to his room, still wincing in pain, his hand still at his side, where Bakura had punched him two or three times.
Slowly, the boy made his way to the kitchen, grabbed his blade and walked slowly, and painfully, up the stairs to his room. He collapsed on the bed, face up, gazing at the ceiling and trying to get the pain to go away, and just to rest for a few minutes, before he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, unrolling his sleeve, revealing the dozens and dozens of scars that littered his pale arm.
Flipping open the blade, he looked at his arm, trying to decide which place was the best to cut himself today. Finding a spot he hadn't cut yet (around his mid-forearm), Ryou lowered the blade to his skin and pressed down, creating a small cut.
Almost disapprovingly, he shook his head and made the cut deeper, longer, causing more blood to flow. Now, he knew it was good. For him, whenever he made a cut, it was like a drug addict taking Speed, or a cigarette (sp?). It calmed him, made him feel relaxed, and all other pain just seemed to dissapear with the blood flowing out of his body. It was now just Ryou, the cut, and it's pain. Nothing more, no more pain he felt inflicted by his yami, no problems he had, it was just him and the cut.
For about ten minutes Ryou just stared at his new cut, almost like he was in a trance of some sort, before he blinked and shook his head, slowly getting off his bed and making his way to the bathroom, where he opened up the medicine cabinet and fumbled around for a bandage, where he quickly wrapped up his much-wanted wound and walked back to his room, feeling much better then he was before.
Sitting down on his desk, he opened his backpack and pulled out his homework, begining to work on it.
Meanwhile, Bakura sat in his soul room, deep in thought.
~Why do I hurt him so much? Why do I even bother with him? He's my weak, pitiful, hikari!~ He thought to himself.
~Because you love him, you know that~ A voice answered in his head.
~I do not! He's weak, pathetic, dependent, and Ra knows what else! Why would I love someone like him??~
~Because he reminds you so much of your own childhood, which became corrupt by the pharaoh~
~That still doesn't answer my question.~ Bakura thought back, frowning.
~You hurt the boy because he reminds you so much of what you used to be, you have to make sure that he goes through the same thing you did. I thought you might have known that by now.~
~Whatever. I don't care, you might be speaking the truth, you might not be. Now shut up and go away.~ the spirit snapped to that voice in his head.
There came no reply, much to Bakura's relief.
The next day at school, Ryou was bored out of his mind. There was a substitute, and she just kept ranting on and on about something that Ryou was sure he already knew, so he didn't bother to listen. He was lost in his own thoughts, absentmindedly pulling on his sleeve, which conceled his secret.
That pulling, soon came to scratching. Ryou's fingers were down his sleeve, though he was still lost in himself, and was now scratching at the pale skin that was conceled.
The boy was brought out of his thoughts with a slight wince when he felt some pain. Apparently, he had reopened one of his old scars, scratching it open.
Yuugi, who was sitting right next to him, had noticed his friend's behavior, but had said nothing on it, at least until he saw Ryou wince and look at his wrist.
Ryou then asked for a pass to the bathroom and quickly left, not looking back. Yuugi, knowing that Ryou would most likely go someplace else, asked for a pass as well, once Ryou had left the classroom fully.
Making sure the pale boy stayed in his sight, Yuugi followed silently behind. Once Ryou completely passed the bathrooms, his suspicions were now complete. Ryou was going to do something Yuugi knew he wouldn't like.
Ryou stopped in a deserted hallway, with no classrooms or lockers, which was a good thing on his part, so no one could see him (Except for Yuugi, of course, but Ryou was unaware of his presence), apart from a certain kid with tri-colored hair.
Slowly, Ryou rolled down his sleeve and spotted the re-opened cut. Wincing in frustration and annoyence-now he would have to hide it up somehow- Ryou sighed and rolled his arm, about to pull his sleeve back down, and looked around, when he felt someone grab his wrist. Looking down, he saw, none other then, Yuugi, looking up at him with wide eyes, and looking down at the scars on Ryou's arm
"Ryou......." Yuugi gasped, for it was about the only thing he could say.
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From the Author: Yay, another chapter down. Please Review! I thank you so much for all of you who did, and those who didn't but read and enjoyed anyways. This one was longer, no? Sorry if it wasn't, or too short for you. So far, Shounen-ai is a yes. I'll be updating about once or twice a week, since I have my Psycologist three times a day, along with some stupid play rehearsals my mom made me do.
Thanks all! R&R!