Gruzzee: well this once was my first fanfiction ever written but for some reason it got deleted so well here it is I love this fic and I hope you do to

Cazi: yeah, now read

Black Love

The banging noises echoed off the walls as a small albino boy was slung across the hallway between his and his other half's, his "Yami's", souls he bit back a pain filled scream not willing to show the shadow his weakness the tall form loomed over him his eyes turning a slightly bloody color his white spiked hair casting a horrifying silhouette in the light that was leaking from Ryou's soul room the spirit swooped down in front of him almost at eye level and reached up to grab the boys hair. Ryou crumpled to the floor in a ball narrowly evading the hand; this just enraged the spirit even more as Ryou quickly tried to scurry back into his own soul room. He reached down and grabbed Ryou and caught his hair, his long spidery fingers curling into the snowy white hair, he lifted him up off the floor a good four inches just by his hair. He used his other hand to cup his face

"Scream for me, let me hear your pain" the spirit said wiping a small trickle of blood that was coming out of his mouth. Ryou just shook his head trying to pry the shadows entrapping fingers out of his hair;

"Scream!" he shouted shaking him and slamming him against the wall knocking the breath out of Ryou with a gasp, he switched his hand from his hair to his neck all Ryou could get out was a whimpered

"No, Bakura" scratching at the spirits claws which were choking him. Bakura dropped Ryou back onto the floor but just as he was gaining his balance to run Bakura's fist slammed into his stomach extremely high.

There was a high pitched cry that resounded through the corridor as Bakura heard a satisfying crack on his third punch. Ryou slouched down to the floor crying blood slowly seeping out off his nose and mouth, bruises now covered his body including the huge one on his stomach where Bakura had broken a couple of his lower ribs

"you wuss you'll never amount to anything you'll always be right here under my boot" he said kicking the sobbing boy across the hall with another pain filled scream he lay there immobile with a small puddle of blood forming under him right next to his soul room door. Bakura opened his door with nothing but cold darkness waiting behind it

"See you later, wuss" he said slamming the door behind him with a cruel twisted laugh. Poor Ryou barely managed to drag himself back into his own room where he lay on a soft bed and fell asleep to allow the magic to heal his wounds and all was dark.

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Ryou awoke in his own bedroom which consisted of a flat mattress an old pillow a couple of worn out and slightly bloodied sheets with his backpack sitting in the corner and a set dresser drawers with one of the legs broken off. To Ryou this gloomy place was his only safe place it was the small attic of his home; he had chosen to move up here one night when his father came home drunk, a habit which the man had committed to daily since his mother had died. He arose, feeling like he'd been hit by an 18 wheeler (thanks to Bakura) and did his normal routine. he'd wake up get dressed in his average blue jeans and blue and white striped T-shirt; he'd try to tame his messy white hair and pull it back into a pony-tail. Then he would pick up his backpack and as quietly as possible creep past his father, who was passed out on the couch normally, and try to grab a piece of toast and get out the door and on his way to school without waking his father which rarely didn't happen.

He still felt tired as hell he just wished he could go back to sleep instead of listening to Mr.Wainwrite (A.N: he use to be my art teacher) teaching math as he laid his head on his desk.

"Ryou, Ryou?" someone whispered

"Huh?" he looked up from his arms

"Ryou, so glad you could join us back in class, now read the first problem. Ryou looked down at the book he hadn't even opened, someone tapped him on the shoulder he turned around to see Yugi

"Page 243" he whispered. Ryou turned around and flipped open his book, geometry,

"Erm, (A.N: I'm too lazy to write it in I'll let you guys do that)" he finished and the teacher went on with the class keeping his eye on Ryou. When class was done he met Yugi at the door

"Thanks a lot Yugi" he said looking down at the tricolor haired boy

"No problem but you really should get some more sleep tonight Mr.Wainwrite hates anyone who slacks off in his class.

"Thanks" he said rubbing the back of his head; the rest of the day passed without much trouble until 3:00 when school let out. Ryou was kneeling next to his locker to get some books for homework when he was roughly picked up by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the lockers

"Ryouuu" the bully's voice drawled

"Guess what day it is"

"Um, Friday?" he said innocently

"Yup, and you know what Friday means dontcha"

"Leave Ryou alone day?" he said again innocently

"Wrong!" the bully again slammed him against the locker and punched him in the stomach he grabbed his arm and twisted it around behind him until Ryou heard an audible snap! As the bully broke his wrist he let him go and while Ryou sat on the floor cradling his wrist the bully rummaged through his back pack and took every cent he had and left him to cry. Ryou stood and picked up his backpack with his good hand 'why couldn't he have taken the ring' he thought sadly as he walked home through the rain

--Oh so you don't want me any more eh? -- He heard Bakura's voice whisper evilly in his head

/n-n-n-no./ Ryou responded fearfully

--good cause I don't want to lose my little playmate to that big oaf though I must say he'd put more of a challenge-- he cackled as Ryou open the door of his house, a disgusting little house the paint was pealing, the shutters where hanging off their hinges any plants in the lot where dead or dying, the place had really gone to the rats after his mother died. What he hadn't noticed though when he opened the door was the drunken father that awaited him

"Where have ya been brat?" he said gaining Ryou's attention

"Ummm… I was at s-scho-ool dad" he said trying to creep up the stairs and into his room no such luck for him his father grabbed his ankle and threw him back down the stairs and into the banister hitting his head on it. His father towered over him

"I said where were you?" he said holding Ryou up close to him he could smell the disgusting alcohol on his breath and decided to just shut up lest he make things worse his father just threw him up against the stairs and started to kick him in the side ignoring Ryou's cries of pain his father finally gave up on pulverizing his son and with a sadistic laugh that almost matched Bakura's he left the house to go get even more drunk with some of his buddies.

Ryou lay there in a whimpering heap slowly crawling up the stairs. He finally made it to his room and locked the door he reached under his bed and grabbed the first aid kit and stated to wrap his wrist in an ace bandage and bandaged up all the cuts and wrapped another bandage around his chest.

"Why me?" he said

"Why ME!" he shouted breaking down and crying into his hands; he was nice, he never fought back, he never started fights, he had at least a couple good friends, he was even considered the kindest guy at school. Why did he have to be the target board for the world's darts? And with that he fell asleep on the floor crying.

Cazi: staring bug eyed wow that was actually pretty good for your first fic

Gruzzee: no it wasn't I've hurt Ryou poor Ryou I'm sorry flame me if you wish

Bakura: huggles Ryou plushie darn right how could you even think of me doing that to Ryou

Gruzzee: this ain't over yet it can only get better from here eh? R & R pleez

Cazi: You'd better! Or else I'll sic my dogs on you. cackling

Gruzzee: Cazi!