Well well well, look at this, I have updated! although I didnt really sees the point, as I have no reviews.. -pokes potential reviewers- why doesnt anyone like meh?

Ahem, aanyways, I own nothing in this chapter, not even a peanut I found behin dthe sofa. All I own is my laptop, and CD collection. so.. DONT SUE got it?

Ryou considered running away, right there and then. He was standing at the front door of the apartment his father had paid for, (So he could kick him out of his house, basically) dreading to go inside. And who could blame him? He just went and spent the whole day with Yugi and his friends, -something he was told to never, ever to do-without asking for his Yami's opinion, or anything.

That's when Ryou asked himself the next question. Why the hell did I do this? Oh, gods, I am so so so STUPID! He continued in this vein for several minutes, before finally plucking up enough courage to grab the door handle. To his surprise, the door swung open on its own accord. And there, in the threshold, stood Bakura, His enemy, his lover…

Without saying a word, Bakura seized a lock of the younger boy's crystalline hair, and yanked him inside. Ryou let out a small cry, but managed to keep his balance, as he looked at his Yami, who had just slammed the door shut.

"B-Bakura-sama, I-" The now terrified boy was cut off by a painful slap across his cheek. Eyes instantly filling up with tears, Ryou backed up, until he hit the kitchen counter.

"You were at Yugis, weren't you?" Bakura said evenly in that ever-popular dangerous voice, dripping of venom.

"N-no...' Ryou lied, but the Tomb Robber saw through it instantly.

"I hate it when you lie, Yadonushi," He whispered, before delivering a hard blow to Ryou stomach, making him fall to his knees. "Why bother lying, I know what you are thinking anyway…" He looked down in disgust at the teenager coughing and crying, struggling to get up. Grabbing a fistful of his silky hair, Bakura dragged Ryou up until they were eye-level. "Remember what I said I'd do If I caught you spending time with them again?"

Ryou's eyes widened, and his ragged breathing became harsher, and more erratic. "N-no," He whispered. His voice was at the same level as Bakura's, but its tone couldn't be more different. Bakura slammed him up against a bare patch of wall; his hands now grasped firmly around Ryou's ivory throat.

"When are you going to learn," He said, his voice frighteningly even, his hands tightening on their grip around the smaller boys neck. "That's there's no point in disobeying me. All it will ever do his hurt you." Ryou's hands were prised on the darkers iron grip, as he struggled to free himself from the lack of oxygen. Bakura smirked as he could feel Ryou struggling, then steadily going limp. Finally, When Ryou was turning in interesting shade of blue, Bakura let go. Ryou gasped, falling to his knees.

I feel so sick, oh god, I needed to breath so bad, oh god.. Yami, don't do this, please… Jumbled fragments of Ryou's panicked thoughts filtered their way through to the Spirits mind, who smirked in his cold, sadistic way.

Squatting down onto his knees, he reached a hand over to the coughing, crying boy, and ran a hand down his jaw line, lifting Ryou's head at the base of his chin, so darkness and light were forced to gaze at each other. One side of Ryou's face was still bright red, his usually calm and beautiful facial features streaked with tears. Ryous eyes were trying desperately to avoid his gaze, but to no avail.

Bakura on the other hand has exceedingly calm, his eyes, the same shade of Ryou, showing no sympathy or compassion. Just hate. Bitter, cold, hate and anger. Ryou dropped his eyes, to Bakura's free hand, which clutched the knife; the Spirit was dragging it slowly up the hikaris chest. Bakura could feel Ryou shudder in a mixture of revulsion and pleasure. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he brought it to rest on the inside base of his shoulder.

His heart pounding, racing a million miles an hour, Ryou could feel the cold metal of his Darkness' blade, pressing against his collarbone. "N-no..." He managed to choke out, still desperately gasping for air. Bakura smirked.

"You shouldn't have disobeyed me." He said in his hauntingly steady voice as he dragged the blade down the front of his shoulder. Relishing in the warm sweet blood that gushed, and the satisfying scream of pain Ryou made.

Bakura pulled a carton of milk from the fridge, pouring himself a glass. "Thirsty, Yadonushi?" He asked in a mocking voice, glancing down at the small huddle on the floor.

Ryou shook his head, his usually paper-white hair was streaked with scarlet, and he couldn't stop trembling. God, it hurt all over…

Bakura squatted down, looking Ryou right in the eye. "Don't EVER disobey me again, Yadonushi.." He whispered into his ear, making Ryou shudder and sob. "Or Ill do more than slice you open…" with that, The evil spirit stood up straight, and walked over to the T.V.

Ryou struggled to his feet, wincing in pain at every movement. Trying not to cry out, Ryou managed to drag himself to the shower.

Bakura heard the water running, and for a second, considered in going after him. Not yet, He thought. Give it a few days to sink in. maybe he'll behave now… after switching through various channels, he settled on a movie with things burning.

Ryou was sitting on the floor of the shower, watching in odd fascination as the red water was slowly sucked down the drain, he watched until it was a lighter red, then pink… before finally going clear. After three washes, he managed to get his hair back to its original white colour, and he was far too scared to use soap, as even the now cooling water stung his torn skin.

Finally, the water was ice-cold, and he had to get out. Painfully grabbing a towel -he made sure it wasn't white- he wrapped it around himself, and slowly made his way to his room, making sure to pick up his first-aid kit on the way.

Pulling on a pair of boxers, Ryou gazed at himself in the mirror. It was unreal, to see what Bakura had done. Cuts littered his body, the deepest -and bloodiest- were on his upper arms, and shoulders, while the rest were more painful, and lest bloody. Drawing in a sharp breath of pain, Ryou sat down, with the first-aid kit.

Damn that Bakura…

Much later, Bakura stalked into the bedroom, to in shock see Ryou on HIS bed! After the lesson he just taught, he went and disobeyed him AGAIN…

Okay, So he was surrounded by the contents of the first-aid kit, and wore nothing but his boxers. Obviously he just lay down and went straight to sleep. Bakura snorted, and rolled Ryou straight off the bed. That woke him up.

Ryou sat straight up, his eye wide and alert. "Wha-what happened…" He asked, puzzlement written all over his innocent face.

"You fell asleep on MY Bed." Bakura snarled at the smaller boy, who reconciled from his, as though he was a venomous snake. "I told you it was MINE…" Ryou backed away on his hands and knees, fear in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I I just fell asleep.." Ryou was trembling. Oh god, just leave me alone, please, just let me be, Im so sorry.. don't hurt me.. More frantic thoughts wisped over through Bakura's mind. The spirit stood up, and snorted as he threw the things back in the first-aid kit.

"Just go to bed." Bakura said, as he marched off to the bathroom, shoving the kit back into place under the cabinet. When he came back, Ryou was wearing a tee shirt, and miserably sitting in the corner, playing with a corner of his blanket. When he saw Bakura was approaching, He quickly lay down on his stomach (the least painful position) and lay his head in his arms.

Bakura sighed, as he sat up in bed, watching him for a moment. No, He told himself. What are you thinking? Hes nothing, a piece of property, a little setback we can get rid of. Nothing more. Satisfied by these thoughts, Bakura rolled over, and promptly fell asleep. Ryou, on the other hand, sat up, and began to gaze at the spirit. He liked to do this, just gaze at him. He was so different when he was asleep, he didn't look nearly as dangerous, or threatening. Finally, Ryou fell asleep, a small smile still gracing his features.

AAAAAnd another craptacular chappeh down. all flames will be used to burn marshmallows I will be eating this weekend on cmap!