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Chapter 5: The First Cut Is The Deepest
"Catch you guys later. Take care Ryou!" Yugi called out from the doors of the arcade, as he watched the two teens head out to a nearby parking lot. Bakura raised a hand in the air and flicked it backwards slightly in farewell. Ryou however, seemed to take no notice that his friend had just spoken to him, and continued toward his yami's new silver convertible.
The ride home was painfully awkward, as Bakura tried to make small talk with the troubled hikari, but was given the cold shoulder each time. Finally they reached home.
Bakura collapsed onto the couch in the family room, and fumbled for a lighter in his jacket pocket to light the cigarette in his mouth.
"I'm going to bed," Ryou announced, walking past him without a single glance.
"Hold it," Bakura ordered, removing his hand from his pocket and grabbing the boy's wrist. He tugged the hikari onto the couch. "We need to talk."
"About what?" the young teen, frowned slightly. He clearly wasn't in the mood for this.
"Don't play dumb. Obviously about what happened at the arcade. What's been happening the ENTIRE freakin' day!"
"You…wouldn't understand," Ryou sighed averting his gaze.
"You don't know that," Bakura retorted. "Now just tell me what's going on," he insisted, his stunning dark eyes begging silently. "You've been acting weird all day, and then you make a huge scene back at the arcade."
"Just forget about it," Ryou told him heatedly.
"How the hell do you expect me to just forget about the fact that something's bothering you!" the other snapped.
Ryou sighed at this. "Fine," he sighed shakily, and commenced, "I know it sounds strange…but I uh," he drew in a deep breath. "I think I saw Marik today."
There was a terribly awful silence after this was said, and Ryou secretly begged for his yami to stop staring at him and say something. Anything at all.
"What are you… high?" Bakura asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, smirking slightly. He was about move in closer to the youth, probably to inspect him further when he rose from the couch, his face reddened with embarrassment.
"I knew you wouldn't understand! Ra why do I put up with this?" he said more to himself than to his yami.
"Why do you put up with this?" Bakura repeated incredulously, rising to his feet as well. "Hello, I'm not the one claiming to be a medium."
"I never said that!"
"Sure thing, John Edwards," he laughed. "Hey, how is Marik doing on the side anyway? Scoring lots of ladies? …Or men? Hey Rai, do you think threesomes are possible on the other side, 'cause that would be-"
"Just fuck off, Bakura! This is why I don't talk to you anymore!" the youth erupted, before storming up the staircase.
Bakura soon heard a door slam upstairs. 'Nice work,' he told himself dryly. 'This is the last thing Ryou needs right now.' He sighed heavily, and begun rummaging through the pockets of his jeans. Retrieving a lighter, he lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a long drag and exhaled. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' he thought to himself. Recently he had promised Ryou he'd quit, but often found it hard to keep this promise during stressful situations. 'Old habits die hard, I suppose.'
The phone rang. 'Moto' is what the caller display read.
"Yugi if you want to talk to Ryou, you're better off calling back or somethi-"
((This isn't Yugi))
"Huh! Pharaoh….what do you want?" he snapped.
((Just checking to see how you and Ryou were.))
"Why would you care about how I was?" he blurted out, but deep down was touched that Yami asked.
((Ok then how's Ryou? Everyone's been really worried about him and-Bakura! Are you smoking!)) the other questioned after hearing the other yami's unusually deep breathing.
"………"
((I thought you were trying to quit.))
"I was but you know it's the only thing that calms me down."
((What do you mean?))
"Ryou is driving me insane with ridiculous claims of seeing Marik lately."
((So that's what happened today)), Yami mused aloud. ((Poor Ryou. Did you know it's already four months today since his death and Ryou is still heartbroken.))
"He needs to get a life if you ask me. That kid's got way too much time on his hands to sit around moping after losers."
((Broken hearts take time to mend)) the lavender-eyed yami advised his brat-like friend. ((I hope you haven't been giving him a hard time)).
"He needs to see a shrink…wait are they the ones who deal with psychos or is that like-"
((What Ryou needs is your patience and understanding! He doesn't necessarily need to see anyone.)), came Yami's voice more sternly. ((Give him some more time.))
"Sure I'll do that, and while I'm at it I'll dance around in a Barney costume and sing songs about friendship," Bakura muttered, hanging up on him.
Ryou lay on his front in bed. "He thinks I'm completely off my rocker. He thinks I'm on something," Ryou grumbled, referring to his yami. "Why'd I even bother telling him?" were his final thoughts before drifting off to sleep.
Dream Sequence
It was a dark, foggy night. Ryou was in a cemetery and was running as fast as his legs could take him. 'Gotta get out of here….while I….s-still can,' he thought desperately. 'Can't stop running or he'll….get me for sure.' His heart was pounding, his legs ached badly and his sides were beginning to cramp, but he continued on. Suddenly Ryou tripped over a large root in the ground and was flung to the ground hard. 'I wanna get up but…I'm.…just…too t-tired…'
"Aww," came a voice at that moment. "Don't tell me you've given up just like that," the voice in the air taunted him. Ryou felt a heavy weight on his back, pinning him to the ground and he cried out. "I quite enjoyed that little game of cat and mouse, but the fun and games end here," a hot breath whispered in his ear.
In a flash Ryou was flipped onto his back, and the person was now sitting on his stomach.
"Marik," Ryou gasped as he realised whom it was. "I…"
"Shh…" he smirked. "Nothing you can say now will help you. You killed me four months ago today Ryou. You live happily, playing innocent to those around you. Day in and day out you act as though you know nothing of my untimely death," he continued. "You must think you're so clever playing your friends for fools. How you've managed to keep such a dark secret for this long without an ounce of guilt is beyond me-"
"That's not true," the hikari denied. "I regret it every single day! It torments me every second of my existence-"
"SHUTUP!" Marik commanded, backhanding him across the check. The scared, and silenced Ryou winced in pain and said no more. "As the saying goes dear Ryou 'everyone gets what they deserve' and by killing me you deserve to die as well. I hope you didn't expect any less…." He grinned pulling out his millennium rod. "I want you to experience all the pain I did when you killed me," by now Ryou was squirming wildly beneath him. "Don't fight death," he teased tearing open the frightened boy's shirt. "Do not fear death," he continued dragging the blade of his rod over Ryou's stomach drawing blood. "Instead…welcome it," he said diving down to lick the blood off.
He slid his rough tongue over the wound painfully slowly, before finally dipping it inside the slit-like cut. Ryou was now screaming and lashing wildly beneath him, tears making their way down his face, as the sadist on top of him continued his torturing actions. "That's right," he laughed feverishly, loving the pained expression on his former koi's face. "Scream for me! Bleed for me! You are mine once again!"
End Dream Sequence
Ryou's eyes shot open at once, he was dripping in a cold sweat, and when he went to touch his face he realised he had been crying in his sleep.
"Thank Ra it was just a dream," he thought to himself running one hand through his hair, the other up his shirt to feel about his chest. He suddenly winced as his hand ran over what felt like…a cut! He ran to his mirror. His pj's had been torn open at the throat area and a large healing cut now sat above his navel. 'That wasn't there before I went to sleep.'
A blood-curdling scream rang through the household soon after.
TBCWhat a sick little chappie I have here, eh? Evil psychotic boyfriends seeking their revenge from beyond the grave. Muhahahahaha! Do you think the fact that I wrote this story means I'm a little scary and out there myself? Maybe. But I personally think we all have a dark side that should be expressed in a healthy manner, don't you? I'm sure it's quite healthy even. Anyway enough of my disturbing and/or random musings.
Sorry for the slow updates, can't promise things will get better for now but dammit I'm doing the best I can with crappy equipment I got so :P!
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