---Another update! Sadly, another short chapter. Damn you short chapters. Well… Stuff.
Disclaimer: I own notta a thing
Warnings: Attempted Suicide (I wonder who?)---
Chapter Eleven
Papercut
There was a bathroom connected to the room Ryou had been placed. Ryou knelt in front of the toilet. He had felt sick after only a few spoonfuls of soup. He stomach churned violently.
He leaned back, crawling into a corner of the bathroom next to the sink. He sobbed quietly to himself although no tears fell. He had no tears left. He had nothing. He felt weaker and emptier then he had ever felt in his life. He did not know what to do. He did not know what to think. He only felt emptiness and pain and he wanted it to stop.
Ryou raised his hands to lift himself up. He wanted to return to his bed before Atemu came back. Placing one hand on the sink and one on the tile wall beside him he used all his strength to pull. He hand slipped on the sink knocking a few things over, he fell back down. Bottles rolled into the sink, while some of them clattered to the floor. A disposable razor fell right in front of Ryou.
Ryou stared at the razor as he listened, waiting to see if anyone had heard the noise. As soon as he was sure no one was coming, he reached for the razor. Grasping it in his hand he felt a serge run through him. He studied it carefully, single blade, plastic covering, it could easily be broken, and it looked brand new.
Ryou snapped the plastic, holding the small medal blade in his fingers. Glancing at his arm, he remembered how hard it had been to cut. The time he was determined. He flipped his arm over gazing at the faint blue line on his wrist. A small smile spread a cross his face as he placed the razor to his skin.
He drug the razor quickly cross his wrist. His hand twitched as pain shot through him, but he did not care, it was dull to him. He slashed at his skin a few more times, the razor blade was not as sharp as the knife he had had at Malik's house.
After a few more cuts, he looked back at his wrist. A few beads of blood had formed on the wounds. It was not enough. He wanted more. He wanted it all. He wanted to spill all his blood. Focusing all his thoughts on the task, he replaced the razor and dug in as hard as he could.
Bakura stopped again. Ryou's mental defenses had been dropped. His thoughts flooded into Bakura. Pain ran through him like his own blood.
…Ryou…
There was no answer. Bakura quickly scanned his hikaris thoughts. It was hard; there were so many coming at him so fast. He saw the darkness, the pain, the blood that enveloped the hikaris soul.
Soon he made it through the thoughts. Bakura found there was nothing left. Ryou was completely empty, save for one thought… spill all his blood.
Bakura found that Ryou was at Atemu's. Luckily he was not far himself. His feet must have been carrying him there subconsciously.
He ran as fast as he could through the thick snow. He had to get there. He had to see his hikari again before…
Bakura soon arrived on the Pharaoh's doorstep. He pounded on the door feverishly. Atemu answered.
"Bakura!" he sneered, "You have some nerve. You come here after all you have done. After all you put Ryou through. Give me one good reason why I should not banish you to the farthest depths of the Shadow Realm right—"
"Shut up Pharaoh!" Bakura yelled Atemu fell silent, "Let me see Ryou!"
Bakura tried to push past Atemu, but he was stopped.
"I'm not letting you in, Bakura," Atemu growled holding Bakura back, "I'm not letting you near Ryou. It's too late."
Bakura took a step back. Atemu saw his lip tremble.
"If you don't let me in," Bakura said slowly his face saddened, "It will be…"
---Too late?---