---Hey! It's been a while since this has been updated, sorry about that… internet problems you know? (cowers) don't hurt me!!
Man I made a lot of people mad with the last chapter… And I think Hiei's fiancee bruised my Marik Muse.
Oh yeah, and it's helpful to READ THE WARNING BEFORE you read the chapter, that's why it here at the BEGINNING. Isn't that right Mikari?
Warnings: none, pretty boring chapter today.
Disclaimer: me owns nothing, if I did I'd be able to pay my beta instead of begging her to do it (Kidding Windy-chan) ---
Chapter Seven
Numb
Bakura awoke suddenly. He thought he had felt a wave of distress wash over him. He sat up and looked around his Soul Room franticly. It was empty like always. Was he just feeling things?
He closed his eyes but he couldn't feel Ryou. The light had blocked the link after he had been forbidden to go to Malik's. He strained, but still couldn't break though Ryou's mental defenses. Why were they so guarded?
Bakura opened his eyes again. Something had to be wrong. The dark stood up and materialized himself in the real world. He was right outside Ryou's bedroom door. He reached out for the doorknob and tried to turn it. It was locked. He used the power of the Millennium Ring to open the door.
When the door was opened, Bakura looked into the room with a scowl. The boards had been taken down from the window, bringing the bright morning light into the room, and Ryou was nowhere to be seen. Bakura walked over to the window and looked out. He could tell the Ryou had climbed out, and then there were tracks in the snow leading for Malik's house.
"Shit," Bakura growled. This was definitely not a good thing.
Ryou lay alone in Malik's kitchen on the cool tiles. As soon as Marik was done with him, he had been given back his clothes and Marik left. Ryou sat up carefully and curled into a small ball. Pain burned through him.
Ryou laid his head down on his arms. He couldn't cry anymore; he couldn't do anything anymore. He felt so empty... so numb.
This wasn't the first time he had been raped. Bakura had done it, many times. It was never as bad as this time. It was as if Bakura tried not to make it hurt so bad. Ryou shook his head at the absurd thought.
No matter where he went, he always got hurt. He came to Malik for safety and comfort and look what happened. He could not escape the pain and torture. Or maybe he could...
Ryou looked around for the knife he had cut with last night, but it was gone. Marik must have taken it. He didn't want Ryou to die; he wanted him alive, but for what?
Ryou knew that he'd have to get out of this house before he could do anything. Would he be able to with Marik lurking around? But Ryou didn't really care; he'd give anything to get out.
Ryou slowly got to his feet, steadying himself on the counter. It hurt to walk. Ryou cringed as he made his way to the living room.
"Ah, tenshi, you're up."
Marik sat in a chair in the living room, grinning at Ryou. The white haired teen growled but didn't look up at the blond.
"Coming to join me?" Marik asked with an acid smile.
"No," Ryou said through clenched teeth.
"Then where are you going, tenshi?" Marik asked, his tone thick with mock concern.
"I want out Marik!" Ryou cried, not sure what the blond would do to him, "I don't want to hurt anymore."
Marik leaned back in his chair, staring at Ryou with his piercing violet orbs.
"Then go," he said lazily.
"Wh-what!?" Ryou looked up shocked; this was not the reaction he was expecting.
"If you want to go, go."
Ryou stood for a moment. There had to be a catch.
"But of course," Marik continued. "Where would you go?"
Ryou cocked his head to the side in confusion.
"You have no other friends," Marik grinned, "And you'd be worse off going back to Bakura."
That was true; he didn't have anyone else that cared about him. If he was to go back to Bakura, he'd be beaten again, or worse. Then again he didn't know what was to become of him if he stayed here.
"Decisions, decisions."
Ryou glanced from Marik to the front door and heaved a sigh as he made up his mind.
---hmm... what will I do next---