Me: alrightea! Finally got around to re-doing the first chappie! ^^ If you want a summery of what happened before, you may read just about any B/R beat down fic! Otherwise, stay tuned for future changes in later chappies!
Ryou: yay! I no longer have to suffer merciless beatings from my yami's general direction!
Bakura: took you long enough... I thought you had completely forgotten about this!
Me: ^^;; well, close to it... At least it's getting done.
Disclaimer: Erin-chan does not, I repeat, DOES NOT own anything whatsoever in the ways of something as great as an anime show! All shall bow to my superiority! Oh, yes, this song also belongs to Alanis Morsette. Did I spell that right? The song's called 'Wake Up', if you couldn't guess.
Me: for anyone who wants to know, this chapter was re-done after I finished with chapter 7 (not including the author's note).
*
Wake Up Chapter 1
"Eh, I think I should be getting home soon, Yuugi. I wouldn't want to...er...miss anything." The English-accented boy waved a farewell to one of his few friends. "See you tomorrow, okay?"
The tri-coloured boy stood helpless as he watched the albino leave the school grounds. Its too bad Yuugi had to stay after school for one of his sensei (teacher). He would have liked to walk him home. "Not like he would have let me anyway, I guess." He sighed, wishing Ryou would open up a bit. He was so secretive about his home life.
//Yuugi...why did you not follow him? Don't you worry sometimes? // Yugi sighed again. Mou hitari no Yugi was usually worrying about something or other.
/...I dunno, Yami. I have to stay for Weir-san*. Remember? I'm helping to organize the language papers... / the young boy headed inside the school, deciding to pop over to Ryou-kun's house after he was done.
*
Ryou briskly walked home. Bakura wouldn't be happy that he had stopped to talk to Yuugi after school.
A tear squeezed its way past Ryou's eyelid. Forcefully wiping it away, the tenshi refused to cry in front of his other side. Bakura wouldn't tolerate them.
You like snow, but only if it's warm
You like rain, but only if it's dry
No sentimental value for the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
Coming to the doorway, Ryou cautiously pushed the barrier open. Rushing inside like a mouse, he hastily shut the door, hoping he hadn't made too much noise. Bakura seemed to be in a bad mood lately. He put his shoulder bag down by the door and decided to go up to his room for the afternoon. He would take care of his Chemistry afterwards.
Running up the maple staircase, the hikari strode down the narrow hallway. He touched the poster adorning his door; the one that had a young boy standing in the middle of a hurricane on one side, and the other held a shower of colours and joy. Ryou sighed. Sometimes he wondered what he had been thinking when his father gave that to him about four years ago, before the Sennen Ring. He turned the doorknob clock-wise, waiting for the click before pushing it open.
Ryou never heard that click. Bakura had come up behind him from the hall and thrust his hand away from the golden sphere.
"You're late." The dark had no expression on his face whatsoever.
Ryou froze. "I...um, had to talk to Yuugi about something. I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring at the ground.
"About what?" Bakura spoke before Ryou could answer. "Never mind. I don't want to know." He felt a sudden pulse in his arm. Why shouldn't he hit him? His light was weak anyway. Raising his hand to strike, Bakura started to lower his hand before he saw Ryou cringe, awaiting to blow. Why didn't he defend himself?! You think he would after a while. The yami almost stopped before he thrust his arm down, getting it over with. He couldn't deal with these problems.
Coming in contact, Ryou cried out as a bit of blood flew out his mouth. Bakura almost flinched at the tainted skin, and swiftly turned to leave for the basement. It was just easier.
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around
Never comes around to you
*
Ryou lay sniffling on his bed, thinking about the knife he kept hidden in his worn jeans in the bottom of his closet. Not to kill, to cut. To inflict pain on himself. Bakura obviously didn't care about him, he never did. That, or he just chose not to notice the scarred tissue hidden underneath the two or three sweaters Ryou always had on. Sometimes the hikari would wonder why his dark didn't care at all. Maybe he was too weak for him, or something.
He probably didn't think the same way about guys, anyway. Ryou had started cutting about three years ago. A gang of boys found out and started their weekly ritual of calling him a whore and a fag, throwing stones and clumps of dirt at him when Ryou walked home from school, not seeing the tears gathering in his eyes; they were kept suppressed. No one at that point seemed to care that he even existed. His father, as an archaeologist, spent long periods of time in Egypt and North Africa looking for ruins of lost kings, sometimes sending his son money, presents and short notes on his latest address. He had become very anti-social after Ryou's mother and sister died.
You like pain, but only if it doesn't hurt too much
You sit, and you wait, to receive
There's an obvious attraction to the path of least resistance in your life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistence
Could make you try tonight
When Ryou received the Ring shortly after and discovered Bakura, he finally thought he had found a friend, maybe more. Unfortunately, he was anything but. Bakura had thrown him down, sneered and stated his name before leaving the mortally wounded tenshi on the floor of his room for the first time.
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around
Never comes around to you
Just as Ryou was about to reach for his blade, the singsong voice of the doorbell wavered in the tense air. "Who could that be?" Knowing Bakura could care less about people at the door, Ryou sat up and, wallowing in self-pity, he pitched himself forwards off the bed and headed for the door, curious of the intruder of his 'time of reflection*', which never really ended in anything positive, anyway...
Sulking, the albino gracefully jumped down the staircase and opened the door.
"Yuugi? What are you doing here? Did you forget something your homework?" Ryou felt his face flush. Yuugi couldn't be here! What would Bakura do? He would certainly ask to come in...
"No, I just thought I'd pop over to see you, Ryou-kun. Is this a bad time, or something?" He tilted his head a bit, giving a dog-like aura about him.
"N-no. Of course not! Would you like to come in?" Well, what was he supposed to say? Yes, this is a very bad time, Yuugi. My yami's mad and abusive and would probably beat me up later if you came in, but why don't you come in anyway to watch him fume? There's no way Ryou was going to tell anyone about Bakura. Sure, he did hurt him, but it was almost like Ryou looked forwards to when he hit him. Even for the split second of his rough hand on his skin seemed like everything was okay, and staying like that. At least, until the sharp pain came in. If he ever told anyone that, they would probably think Ryou was crazy, or something. It was not something easy to explain, so he just didn't. They would want to send Bakura to the Shadow Realm.
But it's easier not to
So much easier not to.
And what goes around
Never comes around to you, to you, to you
Yuugi looked curiously at the light-haired boy. "Sure." Stepping inside, Yuugi chose a comfortable-looking spot on the couch.
//Yuugi, I'm going to come out, all right? I want to ask Ryou something. // The violet-eyed boy nodded subtly and was then enveloped in a blanket of ethereal light, emitting from his Sennen Puzzle.
Yami looked up, opening his eyes to the Bakura's living room. "Ryou?"
The albino looked at Mou hitari no Yuugi in shock. Yuugi was enough for Bakura to blow up, what would he say to the Pharaoh? "Umm, umm, yeah?" He could feel beads of sweat accumulating on the back of his neck. Bakura was coming up from the basement. His muscles clenched. He was at the top of the stairs.
Yami started to say something before he heard the creak of the basement door. "Ah, Bakura. Just who I want to see." Yami stood up, facing the other dark.
Bakura looked first at him, then at Ryou. Why was the pharaoh here?! His spiked hair bristled. "Get out of my house, Pharaoh, before I make you." There was a threatening tone buried within his words. "Why are you here?"
The pharaoh narrowed his eyes at the tomb robber's lack of disrespect. "Just to check out the living conditions for Ryou here. I'm sure you're not the one to care for him." He crossed his arms in dismay. He should have done this sooner.
The hikari, who, up until this point had pressed himself against the couch, sprang to life. "I-I'm fine, Yami. Really! You shouldn't worry about me." Ryou added a pleading look to finish his lie. Yami no Yuugi had to believe him... He would take Bakura away from him...
Get up, get up, get up off it
The pharaoh stared at Ryou, as if to figure out what he was playing at before turning around. "All right, Ryou. I do trust you." He shot a seething glare at Bakura. "But if I hear anything happens, you will hear back from me, tomb robber." With that as he leaving sentence, Yami strode out the door for the night.
Bakura turned away from his hikari. "Why did you say that?" It was more of a statement then a question.
Ryou let out his breath, which he hadn't even known he had been holding. "I...I didn't want them to hurt you, Bakura. I'm sorry."
He bowed his head.
Get up, get up, get up off it
The yami frowned at his answer. Why didn't Ryou want him to be hurt? Bakura had hit him enough times. What was this kid's problem? Why did he still... Bakura thought back to when Ryou had first freed him. He had asked him whether he wanted to be his friend or not. But all Bakura could do at this point in time was to strike him down. He hadn't understood what the young boy had asked for he had only known Egyptian at the time. Through the link though, he had learned his language.
Get out; get outta here, enough already
Swiftly turning towards the door, Bakura left into the starless night. He needed to think about things without constant interruptions. He made sure to slam the door behind him, leaving a heartbroken Ryou behind.
Get up, get up, get up off of it
Falling onto the couch in desperation, Ryou began to cry again. "Because I love you, yami. That's why."
Wake up
*
Me: eh heh, gomen, Mr. Weir is my English teacher. He's really cool. If he were in some library, his name would be Weir D.! Hee hee, and yes, he is very strange...*shifty eyes* and the 'reflection time' was really just some random thing I stuck in for my own benefit. ^^;;
Ryou: *sniffle* that was sad...
Bakura: Ah, well. At least I'm not the heartless bastard I was before. Erin-chan must've been having mental problems back then, or something... *shakes head*
Me: ^^;; Shut up, Baku-chan! I did not!
Ryou: ^^;; well, anyway... R/R, mina-san! Onegai? *chibi-eyes*
Ryou: yay! I no longer have to suffer merciless beatings from my yami's general direction!
Bakura: took you long enough... I thought you had completely forgotten about this!
Me: ^^;; well, close to it... At least it's getting done.
Disclaimer: Erin-chan does not, I repeat, DOES NOT own anything whatsoever in the ways of something as great as an anime show! All shall bow to my superiority! Oh, yes, this song also belongs to Alanis Morsette. Did I spell that right? The song's called 'Wake Up', if you couldn't guess.
Me: for anyone who wants to know, this chapter was re-done after I finished with chapter 7 (not including the author's note).
*
Wake Up Chapter 1
"Eh, I think I should be getting home soon, Yuugi. I wouldn't want to...er...miss anything." The English-accented boy waved a farewell to one of his few friends. "See you tomorrow, okay?"
The tri-coloured boy stood helpless as he watched the albino leave the school grounds. Its too bad Yuugi had to stay after school for one of his sensei (teacher). He would have liked to walk him home. "Not like he would have let me anyway, I guess." He sighed, wishing Ryou would open up a bit. He was so secretive about his home life.
//Yuugi...why did you not follow him? Don't you worry sometimes? // Yugi sighed again. Mou hitari no Yugi was usually worrying about something or other.
/...I dunno, Yami. I have to stay for Weir-san*. Remember? I'm helping to organize the language papers... / the young boy headed inside the school, deciding to pop over to Ryou-kun's house after he was done.
*
Ryou briskly walked home. Bakura wouldn't be happy that he had stopped to talk to Yuugi after school.
A tear squeezed its way past Ryou's eyelid. Forcefully wiping it away, the tenshi refused to cry in front of his other side. Bakura wouldn't tolerate them.
You like snow, but only if it's warm
You like rain, but only if it's dry
No sentimental value for the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
Coming to the doorway, Ryou cautiously pushed the barrier open. Rushing inside like a mouse, he hastily shut the door, hoping he hadn't made too much noise. Bakura seemed to be in a bad mood lately. He put his shoulder bag down by the door and decided to go up to his room for the afternoon. He would take care of his Chemistry afterwards.
Running up the maple staircase, the hikari strode down the narrow hallway. He touched the poster adorning his door; the one that had a young boy standing in the middle of a hurricane on one side, and the other held a shower of colours and joy. Ryou sighed. Sometimes he wondered what he had been thinking when his father gave that to him about four years ago, before the Sennen Ring. He turned the doorknob clock-wise, waiting for the click before pushing it open.
Ryou never heard that click. Bakura had come up behind him from the hall and thrust his hand away from the golden sphere.
"You're late." The dark had no expression on his face whatsoever.
Ryou froze. "I...um, had to talk to Yuugi about something. I'm sorry," he mumbled, staring at the ground.
"About what?" Bakura spoke before Ryou could answer. "Never mind. I don't want to know." He felt a sudden pulse in his arm. Why shouldn't he hit him? His light was weak anyway. Raising his hand to strike, Bakura started to lower his hand before he saw Ryou cringe, awaiting to blow. Why didn't he defend himself?! You think he would after a while. The yami almost stopped before he thrust his arm down, getting it over with. He couldn't deal with these problems.
Coming in contact, Ryou cried out as a bit of blood flew out his mouth. Bakura almost flinched at the tainted skin, and swiftly turned to leave for the basement. It was just easier.
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around
Never comes around to you
*
Ryou lay sniffling on his bed, thinking about the knife he kept hidden in his worn jeans in the bottom of his closet. Not to kill, to cut. To inflict pain on himself. Bakura obviously didn't care about him, he never did. That, or he just chose not to notice the scarred tissue hidden underneath the two or three sweaters Ryou always had on. Sometimes the hikari would wonder why his dark didn't care at all. Maybe he was too weak for him, or something.
He probably didn't think the same way about guys, anyway. Ryou had started cutting about three years ago. A gang of boys found out and started their weekly ritual of calling him a whore and a fag, throwing stones and clumps of dirt at him when Ryou walked home from school, not seeing the tears gathering in his eyes; they were kept suppressed. No one at that point seemed to care that he even existed. His father, as an archaeologist, spent long periods of time in Egypt and North Africa looking for ruins of lost kings, sometimes sending his son money, presents and short notes on his latest address. He had become very anti-social after Ryou's mother and sister died.
You like pain, but only if it doesn't hurt too much
You sit, and you wait, to receive
There's an obvious attraction to the path of least resistance in your life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistence
Could make you try tonight
When Ryou received the Ring shortly after and discovered Bakura, he finally thought he had found a friend, maybe more. Unfortunately, he was anything but. Bakura had thrown him down, sneered and stated his name before leaving the mortally wounded tenshi on the floor of his room for the first time.
'Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around
Never comes around to you
Just as Ryou was about to reach for his blade, the singsong voice of the doorbell wavered in the tense air. "Who could that be?" Knowing Bakura could care less about people at the door, Ryou sat up and, wallowing in self-pity, he pitched himself forwards off the bed and headed for the door, curious of the intruder of his 'time of reflection*', which never really ended in anything positive, anyway...
Sulking, the albino gracefully jumped down the staircase and opened the door.
"Yuugi? What are you doing here? Did you forget something your homework?" Ryou felt his face flush. Yuugi couldn't be here! What would Bakura do? He would certainly ask to come in...
"No, I just thought I'd pop over to see you, Ryou-kun. Is this a bad time, or something?" He tilted his head a bit, giving a dog-like aura about him.
"N-no. Of course not! Would you like to come in?" Well, what was he supposed to say? Yes, this is a very bad time, Yuugi. My yami's mad and abusive and would probably beat me up later if you came in, but why don't you come in anyway to watch him fume? There's no way Ryou was going to tell anyone about Bakura. Sure, he did hurt him, but it was almost like Ryou looked forwards to when he hit him. Even for the split second of his rough hand on his skin seemed like everything was okay, and staying like that. At least, until the sharp pain came in. If he ever told anyone that, they would probably think Ryou was crazy, or something. It was not something easy to explain, so he just didn't. They would want to send Bakura to the Shadow Realm.
But it's easier not to
So much easier not to.
And what goes around
Never comes around to you, to you, to you
Yuugi looked curiously at the light-haired boy. "Sure." Stepping inside, Yuugi chose a comfortable-looking spot on the couch.
//Yuugi, I'm going to come out, all right? I want to ask Ryou something. // The violet-eyed boy nodded subtly and was then enveloped in a blanket of ethereal light, emitting from his Sennen Puzzle.
Yami looked up, opening his eyes to the Bakura's living room. "Ryou?"
The albino looked at Mou hitari no Yuugi in shock. Yuugi was enough for Bakura to blow up, what would he say to the Pharaoh? "Umm, umm, yeah?" He could feel beads of sweat accumulating on the back of his neck. Bakura was coming up from the basement. His muscles clenched. He was at the top of the stairs.
Yami started to say something before he heard the creak of the basement door. "Ah, Bakura. Just who I want to see." Yami stood up, facing the other dark.
Bakura looked first at him, then at Ryou. Why was the pharaoh here?! His spiked hair bristled. "Get out of my house, Pharaoh, before I make you." There was a threatening tone buried within his words. "Why are you here?"
The pharaoh narrowed his eyes at the tomb robber's lack of disrespect. "Just to check out the living conditions for Ryou here. I'm sure you're not the one to care for him." He crossed his arms in dismay. He should have done this sooner.
The hikari, who, up until this point had pressed himself against the couch, sprang to life. "I-I'm fine, Yami. Really! You shouldn't worry about me." Ryou added a pleading look to finish his lie. Yami no Yuugi had to believe him... He would take Bakura away from him...
Get up, get up, get up off it
The pharaoh stared at Ryou, as if to figure out what he was playing at before turning around. "All right, Ryou. I do trust you." He shot a seething glare at Bakura. "But if I hear anything happens, you will hear back from me, tomb robber." With that as he leaving sentence, Yami strode out the door for the night.
Bakura turned away from his hikari. "Why did you say that?" It was more of a statement then a question.
Ryou let out his breath, which he hadn't even known he had been holding. "I...I didn't want them to hurt you, Bakura. I'm sorry."
He bowed his head.
Get up, get up, get up off it
The yami frowned at his answer. Why didn't Ryou want him to be hurt? Bakura had hit him enough times. What was this kid's problem? Why did he still... Bakura thought back to when Ryou had first freed him. He had asked him whether he wanted to be his friend or not. But all Bakura could do at this point in time was to strike him down. He hadn't understood what the young boy had asked for he had only known Egyptian at the time. Through the link though, he had learned his language.
Get out; get outta here, enough already
Swiftly turning towards the door, Bakura left into the starless night. He needed to think about things without constant interruptions. He made sure to slam the door behind him, leaving a heartbroken Ryou behind.
Get up, get up, get up off of it
Falling onto the couch in desperation, Ryou began to cry again. "Because I love you, yami. That's why."
Wake up
*
Me: eh heh, gomen, Mr. Weir is my English teacher. He's really cool. If he were in some library, his name would be Weir D.! Hee hee, and yes, he is very strange...*shifty eyes* and the 'reflection time' was really just some random thing I stuck in for my own benefit. ^^;;
Ryou: *sniffle* that was sad...
Bakura: Ah, well. At least I'm not the heartless bastard I was before. Erin-chan must've been having mental problems back then, or something... *shakes head*
Me: ^^;; Shut up, Baku-chan! I did not!
Ryou: ^^;; well, anyway... R/R, mina-san! Onegai? *chibi-eyes*