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Reviewer Thank you"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
/ Hikkari to Yami mind link /Yami to Hikkari
Chapter 2 -Pain-
Bliss…
Something that can only come when darkness envelops her gentle arms around you. It is only in this darkness that Ryou Bakura feels safe; safe from the outside world, from the pain, but most of all…from Bakura. It's almost like a dreamless sleep that seems to go on without disturbance from the living world…a hazy dreamless slumber.
But one can only sleep for so long before life beckons it's child to wake. His soft chocolate eyes slowly opened to the sight of his living room.
Blood…
It coated the wall where Bakura held him, as he was cutting the soft skin of his fragile form. Ryou winced as he tried to move. He slowly got to his feet, tired and in desperate need of a shower he limped to the bathroom. He took the stairs slowly, one after another till he reached the soft, plush carpeting of the upstairs-hallway.
His breathing was slightly labored as he made his way down the hallway, blood from newly re-opened wounds trickling their way down his neck and arms. His head throbbed dully as he turned on the bathroom light. He hissed in pain as the light hit his eyes as he slowly reached for the shower faucet, turning on the warm water.
Ryou began to strip. Each article of bloodied clothing slipped from his bruised body, to lie upon the cool, pale blue tiles. Ryou took a glance in the mirror, his eyes brimming with fresh tears that began to mingle with the dried ones from hours ago. His lip was busted, bruising and swollen. A large blackish purple bruise was forming around his left eye, and there were many cuts and bruises along his chest, stomach, and arms.
"What have I done…for him to treat me like this…" he whimpered slightly as he stepped into the warm spray of the shower, the water quickly changing from its pure crystalline color, to a rusted red. He just stood under the falling water, letting it wash away his blood, and relaxing slightly as it massaged his tensed mussels. Ryou began to slowly wash his hair. Blood caked thickly in his snowy white hair, from the wound in his head. He sobbed slightly as the cut in his head opened up again, making him feel light-headed and dizzy.
He sunk to the shower floor, cradling the back of his head gently as he continued to cry softly; the shower blocking all the sounds of his pain and silent suffering.
Bakura's slim figure was lying stretched out across the dark leather of the couch. His sharp mahogany eyes stared aimlessly at the dry blood that still stained the walls and carpet of the living room. 'Damn hikkari…I'll just have to make him clean this up…it's his blood after all' He smirked slightly.
Ringing…
The phone rang, once…twice…
"Yeah, hello?" Bakura asked as he answered, slightly annoyed by the noisy ringing.
"Hello there Bakura." A voice purred seductively
"What do you want Marik…" Bakura growled out. Now he really was annoyed. He walked back over to the couch, flopping down onto the cool surface, the leather creaking slightly under his weight.
"Well I'm bored, and Malik's asleep." Marik said in a bored tone as he ran a smooth, tan hand through his pale blond hair. "Wana come over? We can get wasted, I just went to the liquor store last night."
Bakura thought silently "hmm…sounds interesting enough…besides, I'm in a good mood now."
Marik cringed slightly at the thought of what his best friend may have done to his innocent light this time. Bakura only gets in good moods because of two things, one being drinking and the other…was from beating the daylights out of his small counterpart. 'Poor Ryou…' he thought. 'Well at least this will give the poor kid a break for a while. '"So are you coming over or not?" He asked the other yami.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit."
"Good."
Bakura sighed as he clicked the 'off' button on the cordless phone. After setting the black and white phone back on its matching base, he shuffled his way over to the stairs. He made his way up them quickly, walking onto the soft plush carpeting. He headed down the long hallway to his room. As he made his way closer to his room, the plain, white bathroom door opened slowly, steam floated from behind the door eerily before disappearing into the cool air of the house.
Ryou stepped out from the bathroom, droplets of water occasionally running down his neck and exposed chest, the skin slightly pink from the heat of the water. He held his grip tighter around the small, pale blue towel that was securely wrapped around his slim waist.
Bakura pushed him against the wall, getting him out of his way before looking back with a sneer. "You better clean that mess you made downstairs before I get home from Marik's, got it slave." He continued down the hall, not needing nor caring to hear his pathetic hikkari's small response.
"Marik…please! Harder!" Malik panted heavily, bucking his hips to meet each one of Marik's thrusts. He begged his dark to go faster and his yami did just that. Marik thrusted harder into his hikkari's tight body. "Marik...pleeeease…ahhh…I…I need"
Marik grinned. "What is it my pet, …tell me what you need"
Knocking…
Bakura pounded hard on Marik's door. "Ishtar open up!"
"Fuck…" Marik grunted out at he pulled out of his hikkari. Malik whimpered at the loss of his lover within him. "I'm coming! Damnit Bakura, stop pounding on the damn door!"
Marik reached the doorknob and unlocked the bolt-lock and chain before opening the door.
"Good evening to you too Ishtar." Bakura grinned as he took in the sight of Marik's nude form. Marik grabed Bakura's hand, dragging him into the small apartment. "What took you so long to get here?" Marik asked as the made their way to the couch Malik sat on.
"Did I interrupt something?" Bakura asked in a knowing voice.
Malik stuck his tongue out at him and pouted. Marik ruffled his hair and laughed as the smaller boy freaked out, quickly trying to tame it. Bakura sat on the couch next to Malik, as Marik made his way to the kitchen to get the alcohol for them.
Ryou tried and tried to get all of the blood off of the walls and carpet, but some just wouldn't come out, no matter how hard he scrubbed. "Come on…Bakura will surly beat me again if I don't clean it all up…" he whispered quietly to the wall.
It had been over three hours since his yami had left. '…great, I can't get this stupid stain out, now what?' He pouted at the stubborn wall as he once again began to scrub it.
Creaking…
The door slowly opened as Bakura made his way into the dark house. He stumbled out of his shoes before making his way into the living room. He spotted his hikkari on the floor, still scrubbing the blood from the carpet. He grinned slightly as he silently made his way behind his small light.
Ryou continued to scrub, unaware of his yami. "Well hello there…" Bakura whispered into the small one's ear. Ryou's eyes went wide and he dropped the scrubber into the bucket of water. Bakura grinned at the reaction and seized Ryou by the hair.
He slammed him into the nearest wall, looking into the large, frightened orbs of his counterpart. "Times up bitch!" He slapped Ryou hard across the face. The small one cried out in pain, his vision blurring, and spinning till he hit the ground.
Bakura kick him, over and over against his already bruised and broken ribs. Ryou screamed as two more broke, his body curling into a ball. Bakura smirked at the sight. He reached into his back pocket for his knife, only to find it wasn't there. "Shit…" He looked at the hurting light "Stay where you are worm, I'll be back in a minute to finish the job!" He then ran to get his knife.
Ryou, not hesitating a moment, ran to the front door, opening it quickly before running from the house. Ryou could sense how furious the yami was through their link.
You little runt! Where are you! Bakura hissed.
Ryou grabed the ring and pulled it off from around his neck. He looked at it for a second before throwing it away from him. He continued to run and run till he couldn't anymore. He looked around and found himself in the park. "…Oh…oh no…where am I…" He asked himself slightly, unaware of the lust filled eyes of his stalker.
Ryou leaned against one of the trees for support. The cool night breeze gently caressing his tear stained face. He relaxed slightly, resting his pounding head on the tree's trunk. He almost dozed off when he felt hands around his waist. He tensed. "B…Bakura!"
A cold laugh was all that answered him before he was thrown to the ground, a body quickly straddling his own. Ryou looked up at his attacker, his eyes widening in even more fear. 'It's not Bakura!' He instantly began to struggle. "No! Stop! Please don…!" a knee hit him in the stomach, quickly stopping him from moving and breathing.
"Now be a good little bitch and you'll live to see another day." The man said, a knife gleaming in the moonlight. He undid Ryou's pants, before undoing his own. Ryou started to cry even harder. /Bakura! Bakura! Help me/ he cried desperately through their link. He then remembered he didn't have the ring on. At that moment his attacker thrusted into him, his skin tearing from the force and blood seeping through, dripping down his thighs.
Ryou screamed so hard that he could now taste blood, his throat tearing from such strain on it. His body went limp; he could hear the grunts and moans of his attacker, ripping his innocents from him with each thrust. With a strangled cry his attacker released hard into Ryou's small body. The man then withdrew from the broken body of his victim before running off.
Ryou's eyes clouded over with tears as he lay in a pool of his own blood and his attackers semen.
"…Ba..ku..ra…"
Bakura's fist hit another wall in frustration and anger. "When I get my hands on that little fucker he'll wish he'd never been born!" Bakura had come down the stairs to 'finish the job' only to find his worthless hikkari missing. He had tried to find him using the ring, but the little one took it off.
"I swear to Ra he'll want me to kill him when I'm through with him!" He yelled out loud at the empty house. Just as he was about to slam his fist into another wall when the phone rang. 'Who the fuck would call at 1:00 in the morning?'
"Yeah who the hell is this?" Bakura said angrily into the receiver.
"Bakura…"
"Malik? What the hell do you want at this hour!"
"Bakura…I think you need to come over…there is something you need to see…" He said sadly into the phone.
"What? Can't it wait till morning? I have to find my dumbass, useless hikkari!" He said slightly worried for his small light.
"This is about Ryou…we…" His voice cracked "we…found him…in the park in front of the apartment building…"
Bakura froze. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Malik sat the phone on the base, tears falling down his face as he walked back to where Ryou's still form lay on the couch. Marik had gone to get the first aid kit out from the bathroom. Malik sat next to the other hikkari, his hand grasping lightly onto Ryou's smaller one, his thumb rubbing small circles along the skin.
Malik let the tears fall. /I knew something like this was going to happen…how many times have we tried to get Bakura to not beat Ryou…/
Marik sighed as he made his way back to the couch. He kissed his hikkari's forehead lightly, trying to calm him a bit. I know love…but we can't change how Bakura is…I feel so bad for not being able to stop this…Ryou never did anything to deserve this.
Malik continued to stroke his thumb against Ryou's small hand as Marik cleaned the cuts and bandaged them. A knock was heard from their door. Marik got up and answered the door. Malik heard them talking.
"Where is that little fucker?" Bakura asked harshly.
"He's inside… I need to know what you did to him tonight."
"I smacked him around a bit, broke a rib or two and then the little fucker ran off and threw the ring on the pavement of the driveway." Bakura snorted in annoyance.
"Bakura, is that all? Really man, you need to tell me everything…"
Bakura gave him a strange look. "What do you mean everything? I just told you what happened! I hit him and he ran off…" he stopped his sentence "Marik…what's going on…"
Marik handed something over to Bakura. "What the hell…what is this Marik?" He stared at the torn looking jeans. Blood covered the seat of the pants, as well as semen. He tossed them to the floor, disgust written clearly along his features.
"Those…those are what's left of Ryou's pants…" Marik said angrily. "I'll ask you again…what the hell did you do to him Bakura!" He grabed his friends shoulders and looked him in the eyes " How could you do something like that to him! He's only 15! He's a fucking kid for crying out loud!"
"What the hell are you talking about!" He snarled angrily before realization hit him in the face. "No…no way…you gota be kidding me…"
Marik let go of his friend and his head turned to the side to look at Malik who was on the couch cradling Ryou's unconscious body as he sobbed. " Malik found him on the ground… in the park across the street…he was bleeding so much…" Marik clenched his fists angrily.
Bakura paled, his body began to shake before he ran to the bathroom to vomit. Marik followed him, rubbing his friends back as he continued to vomit. After emptying his stomach of anything and everything he held on to Marik for balance as they walked back to the living room. Ryou's small, fragile body shivered on the couch even though he had three thick blankets covering his nude form.
Bakura made his way over to the couch that Malik and Ryou was on. Malik held Ryou's shivering body closer to his own in a protective manor. He looked over at Marik, who nodded to let Bakura near Ryou. Malik lay the small boy's body back down on the couch before walking over to Marik.
Bakura sat on the couch, taking the spot that Malik once occupied. He looked at his hikkari as one of his fingers ran along the side of his light's bruised and tearstained face. Tears started to form in his own eyes as he looked at how helpless his light was now. Sure he would beat his hikkari…but he never would rape him, not even his worst enemies deserved something that cruel. His breath hitched as he started to cry.
Marik nudged his hikkari's arm gently, motioning for him to sit with Ryou as he made his way over to Bakura. He held on to his dear friends arm as he pulled him from the couch. Malik sat in the empty spot once more as Marik brought Bakura to the bedroom.
'Poor little Ryou…I never thought you would be the one to suffer like this…so much pain for one so young…'
tbc…
Riss: Wow another chapter done, heh I guess it was about time though ne?
Ryou/pout/ yeah, about time is right! You take to long to write Rissy.
Riss: Hey I have a life too ya know, school, work, babysitting the creature (little brother xx ), seeing my boyfriend...ect!
Malik: Well at least you finished chapter 2
Riss: Yup /is proud/ and I'm not going too fast nor to slow on this one too, and I'm descriptive too lol
Ryou: a little too descriptive
Riss: Oh now you hush, unless you don't want a lemon with Bakura /smirk/
Ryou/pouts/
Bakura/laughs/ whipped!
Ryou/glares/ that's it, no sex for a week!
Bakura/whines/ what! No! Sorry, please don't be like that…
Riss/giggles/ now who's whipped? Well please R/R everyone Thanks so much!