Update! lol. okay, um beware of a poor broken-hearted Ryou in this story, but thats it... yeppers! Oh, and Maliks acting a bit odd, but lets just ignore that, sall we? >.>
Disclaimer: Dont own it.. unfortunatley...
Bakura watched the second hand of the clock tick time away slowly. He drummed his fingers nervously along the arm of the chair he was sitting in, so deep in his thoughts that he jumped when he heard the door open. He got up, and walked over to it, to see Ryou on the threshold, and snarled, before grabbing a tendril of Ryous long silvery hair, and tugged him inside.
"wh-whats going-" Ryou was cut off by Bakura, who hit him so hard across the face he fell to his knees, holding his now bruised and swollen face, looking at the spirit in disbelief. Bakura laughed a long chilling laugh that haunted Ryou whenever he revisited his worst fears and memories in the scariest of his nightmares.
"You actually believed me?" His voice had a hollow, incredulous ring to it. Ryou was bewildered as he looked up at the spirit, who squatted down to his knees too look thehikari in the eye.
"You did." He snorted. "You actually believed I loved you. You really fell for it."
Ryous eyed widened in pain, fear, and shock. "wh-wh-what-"
"I never was in love with you, Yadonushi..." He whispered. "I was just screwing with your mind. To me, you're not even human, just a piece of property I own."
"No, no no..." Ryous eyes, which were haunted in shock and fear, began to brim over with tears.
"Yes..." He whispered, enjoying the horrified, heart-breaking look on his Hikaris face. "It was all just a lie. And you fell for it."
Ryou was numb, beyond actually feeling. He was aware that his whole body was shaking with sobs, and his eyes stung with hot tears, but apart from that, he was numb in shock.
"Hurts, doesn't it." He whispered. Ryou kept his eyes on the floor, watching the tears fall, not giving him the satisfaction of answering.
Bakura smirked, as he grabbed Ryous face in his hands, gripping so hard, the boy cried louder in pain. He leaned forward, and kissed Ryou -for the last time- in a cold, mocking kiss on the lips, and then stood up, slowly walking out of the room, leaving poor Ryou alone to his pain-wracked sobs.
"No." He whispered, in a trembling voice. Bakura froze, and gazed at him with an icy fire in his earthen eyes.
"What.." The tomb robber said in his dangerously soft voice, a huge warning song in his eyes.
Ryou struggled to his feet, and flung himself to the door, and threw it open, dashing outside. Into the hall, and stumbling down the stairs, Ryou dragged himself out into the rain, still sobbing.
Bakura considered following him, but instead grinned, and sat on the couch.
Ryou pounded on the door of Maliks house, shivering in his rain soaked clothes.
"Malik, please just let me in! MALIK!" Ryou hysterically banged in the door, repeating the platinum-heads name between his heart wrenching sobs.
Finally the door opened, and a pair of impossibly violet eyes looked shocked at the shivering boy in his doorstep.
"Ryou, what the hell happened?" He said, before The snowy-haired teen collapsed in his arms, still sobbing.
"Oh, Malik, please, you have to….. oh god what the hell am I going to…" Malik dragged the hysterical boy inside, and made him sit on the couch. Ryou could barely respond, just kept sobbing into Maliks shoulder, who patted his back in a way he hoped was comforting.
"Ryou, what the hell happened?" He asked again, brushing a strand of soaked hair out of the teens chocolate eyes, which were at the time rimmed with red, and still leaking salty tears.
Miserably, Ryou told him everything. How Bakura was abusing him, how Ryou had had a huge crush on him for years, how Bakura had made the lie that he actually loved him, How Bakura broke his heart into a million pieces with a few small words…
By the time he had finished pouring out his shattered heart, Ryous soft voice was hoarse, and there were fresh tear tracks running down his face. Malik was gazing at him with a strange look in his eyes Ryou couldn't place; it unnerved him.
"Ryou I.." Malik started, but trailed off. He swallowed, and tried again. "Look Ryou, I know how it feels to share a body with a crazy psychopath who takes over your life, I do, I-" He was cut off by a crash somewhere, and a shriek of "MALIK, GET YOURE ASS OVER HERE AND CONTROL THIS PSHYCO!" Malik winced. "ISIS, I'M WITH RYOU, JUST THREATEN HIM WITH A BROOM!" Ryou raised an eyebrow, And Malik blushed slightly. "Uh, sorry about that. Point is Ryou, you and Bakura are together for a reason, and I know that sounds odd, but you'll find out soon, I'm sure."
Ryou gave him a small smile, and leaned back on the couch. "I hate him," he said softly, his voice trembling. "I hate him so much…" Malik opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by the phone ringing. He sighed, and picked up the receiver.
"Hello? Who is this, I'm kinda- Bakura?" Ryou froze, trembling and whimpering.
"Ryou? As a matter of fact, hes right here…. Sure, no problem with me… yep, see you in a few, then." Malik hung up the phone, gazing at Ryou, who was mouthing at the Egyptian noiselessly.
"Ryou, Bakuras my friend, If he knew I was lying…' Ryou shook his head.
"I-I have to go," The angel said, standing up. "I-I-" Malik cut him off with a firm grip on the arm. Ryou spun around to look at him, his innocent brown eyes wide with fear.
"L-Let me go!" He stammered, struggling desperately in the violet-eyes teens grasp, but Malik was much stronger, and held him firmly.
"I-I cant Ryou, I-"
"Let me GO!" Ryou yelled desperately and with a burst of strength he didn't know he had, wrenched himself free of his grasp, and ran.
"RYOU!" Malik called, running to the door, but it was too late, he had lost Ryou.
"Oh, shit.." Malik said, leaning against the doorframe. "Bakuras going to be soooo pissed.."
Sorreh for the shortness and crappynes... o.O;;;;;;;