Ryou peered up at the spirit gratefully through his tears, clinging to the older boy as if he would never let go. "Bakura…I was so scared…" he wept. Bakura patted Ryou's back gingerly.
"Come now, little one. It's not so bad, is it?" he comforted, holding his hikari close. Ryou sniffled.
"I thought…" He dropped his eyes, downcast. "I thought you left me," he finished in a whisper. Beside him, Bakura stiffened, a sudden flicker of emotion crossing his face.
"And if I did?" he asked quietly, watching the boy he held in his arms intently. Ryou's reaction was instantaneous; he flinched as though Bakura had struck him.
"What?! No! No, don't leave, please, Bakura, you can't leave!" He sat up, clutching Bakura tightly, desperately, fingers digging painfully into Bakura's arms. Bakura looked at him, feeling a twinge of guilt at hurting his hikari, yet unable to ignore the strange surge of exhiliration that flooded his veins at the sight of Ryou's almost abject pleading and desperation. He needs me, he thought with a curious sense of satisfaction. Oblivious to Bakura's thoughts, Ryou was still crying.
"You can't leave, you just can't…" His voice choked up and he bowed his head, shoulders shaking as he sobbed.
Bakura reached out and gently slipped two fingers under Ryou's chin, lifting his head up so the smaller boy would meet his eyes. "And why can't I?" he asked, knowing that he was being cruel, knowing that he was hurting Ryou, knowing all this, but needing to ask anyways. Ryou looked at him unhappily, tears glimmering in his eyes.
"Because," he said simply. Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"Because?" he echoed sarcastically. Ryou flushed and ducked his head, lower lip starting to tremble. Relentlessly, Bakura mocked him. " 'Because.' Oh, well, that answers everything, doesn't it? Would you like to expand on your amazingly logical explanation, Ryou?" Seeing his hikari's hurt expression, Bakura bit his lip. Ra, why am I doing this? he cursed inwardly. A part of him berated himself for his harsh words, wanting to appologize, gather up the boy and tell him that everything was fine, that he hadn't meant what he said. However, some other, darker part of him was relishing the pain he was causing, exulting at the sight of his hikari's shock, his tears. This was the side of his nature that thirsted for blood, that filled him with the urge to break everything he encountered. It was the ruthlessness that had made him one of the most feared criminals so many centuries ago, the cruel voice deep within his soul that had made him shun the weaker emotions, that had driven him to survive all these years and to cling to his grudge against the pharoah with a dogged tenacity. Now, it was calling out for revenge: revenge against that pathetic pharoah and his hikari for daring to look at Ryou, for threatening to steal away his heart…What am I saying?! Bakura screamed at himself, silently. It doesn't matter to me, why should I care if Yugi hangs out with him? From somewhere, some dark part of his brain answered him, cold, calculating : Because Ryou is mine.
Ok, weird chapter and I'm sorry it's short. No, Bakura isn't being possessed by an evil spirit, he is one, remember? This is angst, so his sadistic side is coming back out. If nobody likes it, I'll rewrite it so that it's nicer or however most people like it (that is, after I'm done crying over bad reviews). Review please! *puppy eyes* Tell me what you think!