---Bye, bye Christmassy feel... bye, bye.

Warnings: blood, torture, cutting, all that you expect from Ryou abuse.

Did I mention how much I don't like Ryou abuse... it's too over used... why am I writing this? Better yet why are you reading this and not the story...? ---

Chapter Two

Points of Authority

Ryou awoke the next morning and squinted into the rays of sun that penetrated the curtained window. He closed his eyes again and cuddled closer to the warm body beneath him. He didn't ever want to move. But greater forces said otherwise.

Ryou groaned softly as he remembered where he was. He opened his eyes again and looked up at Malik, he was still sleeping peacefully. Trying not to make to much movement Ryou carefully wriggled his way out of Malik grasp, not wanting to wake the other teen.

The white haired hikari looked down at his friend and frowned. He didn't want to leave but he already knew Bakura would be mad at him for not coming home last night. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on Malik's cheek.

"Arigatou." he whispered and without another word he grabbed his coat and quietly left the Ishtar house.

The streets of Domino were silent, it was still very early. Ryou swiftly made his way toward his house though the thick snow that came halfway to his knees. Unshed tears shown in the lights eyes as he stepped up to his front door, fear trembled though his body.

Ryou slowly opened the door, glancing around the living room. There was no sign of anyone. He stepped inside and brushed some of the snow off him. The door closed behind him with a snap. The light jumped and looked over his shoulder, no one. He took a few deep breathes to calm his nerves.

Without a sound he took off his shoes and coat and laid them by the door. He then made his way though the house to his room. He was getting a very ominous feeling, why wasn't there anyone home.

...yadonushi...

Ryou stopped dead in his tracks as his yamis whisper filtered though his mind. A chill fell over the light, he couldn't feel Bakura's presences... but he could hear the dark. With a few more deep breaths he finally made it to his room.

"My, my little light, aren't we late."

Ryou stopped over the threshold to his room. He could see his yami smirking from within the darkness. All the windows in the house had been covered. No light could penetrate the house, with the exception of the one standing in the door way.

The yami beckoned his hikari in. Ryou entered his mind to clouded with fear to think otherwise. The dark and light stood face to face, a mirror of each other.

"I love the way you look at me." The yami caressed Ryou's cheek. The light trembled under the darks touch. "I hate to mar such beauty."

"Then why?" The hikari whispered.

"Why?" The yami licked away one of his counterparts tear as it fell. "Wrong doings deserve punishment."

"I did nothing wrong."

"You disobeyed me and now you're lying to my face." The spirit growled. "I think we need another lesson of who's in charge."

Ryou eyes widened when Bakura pulled a long knife from his back pocket. He licked the cool blade, watching his hikari intently. Ryou tried to get away from his the yami, but the dark was quicker. Bakura grabbed Ryou's arm in a tight grip. The hikari hissed at the sudden pain.

Bakura pulled Ryou close, pressing the knife below his ear, just below his jaw line. Ryou whimpered as Bakura pressed the sharp blade deep to his skin, but not enough to cut.

"Aren't we a bundle of trouble today?" The spirit sneered. Ryou did his best to hold back as more and more tears flooded his chocolate eyes.

"I'm s-sorry Bakura." The like choked out. "I j-just... I-I don't..."

"Don't what, yadonushi?" The dark asked slowly moving the knife down Ryou's jaw line, just hard enough to produce a thin red line.

"I don't want to hurt anymore." The light whispered. The spirit merely laughed as he threw his counterpart hard to the floor. Bakura pinned Ryou down with one hand while he cut open the lights shirt with the other. The dark ran both his hands down the trembling chest.

"You think this hurt?" The spirit asked. The pale skin underneath his fingers was littered with scars. "You do not even know the meaning of true pain."

Bakura looked up as his hikari, pools of unshed tears shown in his eyes.

"Pain is losing everyone you know." The dark placed the point of the knife under Ryou's right eye and made a horizontal cut, causing the tears to fall. The light hissed as the salty tears rolled over the fresh cut. Bakura did the same thing to the other eye. "To watch hopelessly as your family, friends... everyone you care about being slaughtered... sacrificed... just so some pharaoh could make some gold jewelry."

Ryou remembered all the stories he had heard from his yami about the creation of the Millennium Items, and the destruction of the thief village, Kuru Eruna. Bakura had never shared the images of the past with his light. He decided that now was a good time to show the boy just what it was like to live though the massacre.

Ryou squeezed his eyes shut in pain as the knife glided slowly over his pale chest. Visions of the Kuru Eruna flashed past the lights eyes. The Pharaoh's High Priest and the best of his army riding into the quiet thief village. There was a moment of disorientation as little Bakura ran to safety, and then you could see the attack.

The knife danced faster over Ryou's chest as the visions became more intense. Blood pooled on the Egyptian sands as bodies were killed and thrown in with molten gold. There were so many. They didn't just kill them they tortured the men and raped the women. The images bleared as tears came too little Bakura's eyes.

Ryou pleaded for the images to stop. Tears rolled continually down his cheeks, mixing with the blood. Even if the images weren't clear anymore you could still see the blood, you could still see the bodies; you could still hear the tortured screams.

The light couldn't tell if Bakura was still cutting, are if he was even there. His whole body had gone numb. He opened his eyes to look around but that didn't help, he could still see the images in the back of his mind.

When the spirit felt his hikari had enough he let the images fade. He sat back, looking down at Ryou. Blood trickled down Ryou's sides unto the carpet below. His eyes were open and glazed over in pain, a few tears still fell.

Bakura leaned over and ran his tongue over the boy's chest. The hikari let out a soft purr as the dark's saliva stung the fresh cuts. Bakura made his way up the lights body to his mouth, kissing me gently, the others blood still on his lips. Ryou kissed back hungrily, wanting more of the coppery taste.

"Do we know who's in charge now?" the dark asked, breaking the kiss. The hikari nodded his head and mumbled something incoherent. Bakura smirked and gave the light on more peck before disappearing into the Millennium Ring.

...sweet dreams, yadonushi...

---Poor Ryou...

It gets better... the story, not Ryou's life. ---