With your words,
You pull me in,
I always lose, I just can't win.
Though I see,
My heart is blind,
It gives in every time.
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White.
That was Ryou's first impression when he woke up, blinking in confusion. He stared at a small crack on the white surface above him. Strange, he thought. I didn't know clouds could break. Slowly, slowly, his vision cleared and focused, and he realized that it wasn't a cloud above him, it was a ceiling. His memories flooded back.looking in the mirror, slashing his wrist.I'm in a hospital, Ryou realized. Fighting back tears, he closed his eyes. So, he thought bitterly. I was too weak to even kill myself. He bit his lip hard, relishing the pain that took his mind off his latest failure, the feeling of warm blood trickling down his chin. He heard the door open, then a cool finger wiped the blood off his face.
"Well, little Ryou, how are we doing today?" a familiar voice crooned. Ryou opened his eyes to see Bakura standing by his bed looking down at him, eyes dark and unreadable as usual. He noticed, with a curious detachment, that Bakura's forefinger was covered in blood. Bakura followed his gaze and examined the finger as though only just seeing it. Then, he brought it to his lips and his tongue flicked out, delicately lapping up the blood. Ryou closed his eyes again, sickened. How can he do that? he wondered. Then again, other people's pain had always turned Bakura on.
"I don't think you answered my question, little one. How are you feeling?"
Ryou turned away. "Why would you care?"
"Ryou, you know I care about you." A hand reached out, stroked the long silver locks lying on the pillow. "I want you alive, hikari." The hand continued stroking, untangling the soft curls with ease. Ryou couldn't help it; he turned back towards Bakura, looking up at him, trying to read the older boy's face. Their positions recalled an old memory, a memory of that first night they had met. Will you be my friend forever and ever? the young Ryou had asked. Ryou smiled wanly at the thought. Bakura had said yes, but it had been a lie. Just the first of many lies he had told, Ryou's heart breaking a little more each time.
"Stay with me, little one," Bakura breathed, leaning down close to Ryou's ear. Heartsick, Ryou remained silent. How can I? he thought. How can I stay, how can I keep living like this? At that moment though, Bakura's arms came around Ryou, gathering him close. His lips moved against Ryou's hair, but Ryou didn't hear what he said. No! part of his mind screamed. It's a lie, you know he'll just hurt you again! It was useless. He knew it was all a lie, an act that Bakura put on to keep him helpless and under control. And yet.lying in Bakura's arms, feeling warm, safe, protected, loved, his heart melted. Another chance, he thought. I'll give him another chance.
Well, how do you like that? Please review, give me some feedback. Thank you to the people who reviewed my first chapter, I love you! Mwah! *blows kisses* So, should Bakura be nice, or should he continue being mean and this continue being angst? I'm thinking about Bakura being mean and Ryou finding love somewhere else.any suggestions?
You pull me in,
I always lose, I just can't win.
Though I see,
My heart is blind,
It gives in every time.
*****************************************************************
White.
That was Ryou's first impression when he woke up, blinking in confusion. He stared at a small crack on the white surface above him. Strange, he thought. I didn't know clouds could break. Slowly, slowly, his vision cleared and focused, and he realized that it wasn't a cloud above him, it was a ceiling. His memories flooded back.looking in the mirror, slashing his wrist.I'm in a hospital, Ryou realized. Fighting back tears, he closed his eyes. So, he thought bitterly. I was too weak to even kill myself. He bit his lip hard, relishing the pain that took his mind off his latest failure, the feeling of warm blood trickling down his chin. He heard the door open, then a cool finger wiped the blood off his face.
"Well, little Ryou, how are we doing today?" a familiar voice crooned. Ryou opened his eyes to see Bakura standing by his bed looking down at him, eyes dark and unreadable as usual. He noticed, with a curious detachment, that Bakura's forefinger was covered in blood. Bakura followed his gaze and examined the finger as though only just seeing it. Then, he brought it to his lips and his tongue flicked out, delicately lapping up the blood. Ryou closed his eyes again, sickened. How can he do that? he wondered. Then again, other people's pain had always turned Bakura on.
"I don't think you answered my question, little one. How are you feeling?"
Ryou turned away. "Why would you care?"
"Ryou, you know I care about you." A hand reached out, stroked the long silver locks lying on the pillow. "I want you alive, hikari." The hand continued stroking, untangling the soft curls with ease. Ryou couldn't help it; he turned back towards Bakura, looking up at him, trying to read the older boy's face. Their positions recalled an old memory, a memory of that first night they had met. Will you be my friend forever and ever? the young Ryou had asked. Ryou smiled wanly at the thought. Bakura had said yes, but it had been a lie. Just the first of many lies he had told, Ryou's heart breaking a little more each time.
"Stay with me, little one," Bakura breathed, leaning down close to Ryou's ear. Heartsick, Ryou remained silent. How can I? he thought. How can I stay, how can I keep living like this? At that moment though, Bakura's arms came around Ryou, gathering him close. His lips moved against Ryou's hair, but Ryou didn't hear what he said. No! part of his mind screamed. It's a lie, you know he'll just hurt you again! It was useless. He knew it was all a lie, an act that Bakura put on to keep him helpless and under control. And yet.lying in Bakura's arms, feeling warm, safe, protected, loved, his heart melted. Another chance, he thought. I'll give him another chance.
Well, how do you like that? Please review, give me some feedback. Thank you to the people who reviewed my first chapter, I love you! Mwah! *blows kisses* So, should Bakura be nice, or should he continue being mean and this continue being angst? I'm thinking about Bakura being mean and Ryou finding love somewhere else.any suggestions?