wow, lookie, a double update! -crickets chirp- uha.. noone cares...
Disclaimer: Noo, I'm not Kazuki...
The next day, Ryou was up bright and early, a smile on his innocent face. "Yami," he whispered to the still sleeping spirit. "I wont be home til about five today, Im hanging out with Yugi."
The name of The Pharaohs Hikari instantly woke Bakura up, Who frowned at him with one bleary eye open. "Wha?" He groaned, rubbing his shut eye.
"I have to talk to Yugi today about something, that's all." Bakura frowned, and for a few seconds, Ryou thought he was about to say no, but then he shrugged.
"Just be back by four-thirty, thats all," He whispered.
"Five." Ryou retorted, pulling on his school jacket.
"Whatever," Bakura mumbled, before rolling over in bed, and beginning to snore.
"Um, Hey Yugi." Ryou caught up with the vertically-challenged boy as he was walking home from school. "Can I um, talk to you about something?" He frowned, but nodded.
"Do you want to come to my house?" He asked. Ryou nodded, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, thanks, that would be great." His chocolate yes met Yugis crimson ones, And yugi could see a hint of Urgency in them. "Its really important."
A few minutes later, they were at Yugis house. He got them each a soda, and they both sat on the couch, facing each other.
"Yugi," Ryou said after a couple of moments of silence. "D-do you love your yami?" I know it's an odd question, but I was just wondering, but-"
"Yes." Yugi said, cutting over him. "I do love him. Why wouldn't I? He's really nice and kind, and gentle, when you get to know him. Why? Do you-" Yugis eyes widened to a freakish size. "Oh."
Ryou nodded, pressing his lips together. "A-and well, I-I thought it could never happen, I mean look at him, he's nothing but darkness and hate. And-and" Ryou took a deep breath, setting his can of soda down on the coffee table. "The fact He's so..." The angel trailed off.
Yugis brow was furrowed in concern. "Does he hurt you, Ryou?" He said, trying to peer into Ryous face, which was concealed by a curtain of snowy hair. Ryou nodded. Yugis eyes widened again, and he bit his lip.
"I knew it..." He said, setting down his can. "How long as this been going on?" Ryou shrugged.
"A few years, four or five I guess..." He swallowed. "It got worse when I moved out, because he didn't have to hide it..." He raked his ivory fingers through his hair. "I just wish I knew why..."
Yugi gazed at his friends with concern written in his crimson eyes, biting his lip.
"It's not your fault Ryou, You don't deserve it..." Ryou lifted his head, and Yugi could see that he had been crying silently.
"I-I do..." He said, wiping the tears from his face. "I-I can't believe it, But I-I Stood up to him, Yugi, I actually defended myself, usually I'm just too scared..." Yugi listened to what his friend was saying intently.
"B-but that wasn't what made him so mad, it- you know how I spent all Sunday at your house?" The younger of the pair nodded. "W-well, I kind of didn't tell him, and when I got home..." Ryou involuntarily shivered. "H-he was angry..."
"What did he do?" Ryou noticed there was a note of anger in his voice. Wordlessly, Ryou stood up, and lifted the bottom of his sweatshirt a few inches.
Yugis hand flew to his mouth, as his eyes widened to a literally record-breaking width. The few inches of Ryous stomach he could see was covered in painful-looking bruises, and at least half a dozen knife wounds.
"Oh, god Ryou…" Ryou sat back down, his hands shaking. "No wonder you always wear long sleeves." Ryou nodded, his chin trembling.
"Yugi, you can't tell you your yami, please... don't tell anyone." The look in Ryous eyes almost broke Yugis heart.
"O-Okay..." He whispered. 'I-I promise. B-but why?"
Ryou swallowed. "Well... a few days ago, He just... changed." Yugi frowned, but nodded Ryou to continue.
"He's really nice now. I-I mean, I've never seen him like this. He's warm and compassionate…" Ryou trailed off. 'I-Its really odd... But I love this now, I love him... I just..." Ryou frowned slightly, trying to find the right words.
"Uhm... Yugi, have you and your darkness ever slept together, If you get me?" Yugis eyes widened, and he bit his lip.
"Yeah, a few times." He said after a few seconds. "Wh-why, I mean, Does your spirit want to, or something?" Poor Yugi was even more confused than the white-haired teen, who was gazing at him intently.
Ryou nodded. 'I mean, I think we have..." He frowned, running his pale hand through his paler hair. "Why does this have to be so confusing.." He moaned. "What the hell do I do, Yugi?"
The said boy frowned. "I-I don't really know, I mean, I cant honestly say I've ever been in your shoes, I mean, My yami has never been mean to me, for some reason.."
Ryou sighed. "When I got the ring, I was a nine-year-old wreck. I mean it, Yugi, I was just..." He swallowed. "My mother and sister had just died, and I was just so depressed..." Ryou let out a sigh. "I guess it wasn't a very good impression on someone who was already an insane sadist before they were locked away..." He trailed off, miserably tracing a pattern on the table, his spare arm hugging his knees. "You're so lucky, Yugi."
Yugi was staring at the couch, his hands clenching together. "I know this isn't going to sound like very good advice, Ryou, but the best thing to do is to just ride it out. Maybe the spirit really has had a change of heart." Ryou nodded, drumming his slender fingers on the table.
"I hope so, Yugi." He whispered. "Oh god I hope so..."
"Hey, Yami!" Bakura heard the cheerful voice sounding from the passage, and raised an eyebrow, getting of the couch.
"Hey, gorgeous." He purred, planting a kiss on his Hikaris cheek. 'Have fun?"
Ryou shrugged, giving Bakura a smile. "It was alright." He said in that soft voice that made Bakuras insides go gooey. Ryou giggled, and pulled the spirit on, for a long, slow kiss, that Bakura reluctantly broke out of a few seconds later.
"Awh, What up?" Ryou breathed, laying his head on his tenants shoulder, and looking at up at him with killer puppy dog eyes. Bakura shrugged, going in to the kitchen silently, and purred himself a glass of water, before disappearing into the lounge, still not sang a words.
He wanted to kick something. Seriously. Or, at least hurt someone... Ryou... He heard Ryou sit down next to him, and turned away. Gods, he really needed to think...
that night, after an evening of awkward silence, the pair went to bed. Bakura lay down on the bed, an unmoving plank, and Ryou curled into him, resting his head on the base of his neck.
"Night yami. Love you..." Ryou whispered, before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. Bakura sighed, and pulled the sleeping form in for a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, Ryou. Really, I'm so so so so sorry, Oh god..." Bakura continued in this vein for awhile, before he broke down, and burst into tears. Sobbing silently into the pillow, Bakuras free hand gently caressed the sleeping boy next to him, who sighed in his dreams, smiling. Bakura continued to cry quietly to himself until finally he had joined the child next to him in his dreams.
When Bakura awoke, it was to find that Ryou had indeed already left for school. The spirit sighed, dragging himself out of bed, and over to the mirror, where he saw how swollen and red his eyes were. He silently touched the glass, marveling how much he looked like Ryou after he had cried. He shook his head, and turned on the shower, not waiting for it to heat up before stepping into the chilling cold spray.
He gazed at the row of hygiene products on the shower caddy, and bit his lip. There was a bar of soap, down head and shoulders shampoo, and a bottle of Ryous shampoo, that smelled of wildflowers. There was also a razorblade, strangely enough. Bakura frowned. Ryou didn't shave, so why? He examined it closer, pushing the wet tangles of his hair out of hi mahogany eyes, as he stared hard at the blade. The faintest tinge of pink could be seen in one corner; the remnants of blood. Bakura dropped the knife in pure shock, staring at it as though it had grown a toe or something.
Why on earth was Ryou hurting himself... on purpose?
o.O Uhh, I kinda know where this is going, but bear with me for a couple o' crappy chappehs.