A/N: O.O I am disturbed... NO RYOU SUICIDE NO NO NO! -whimpers-
Disclaimer: o.O dont own it...
"Yugi, please open up, you're the only one I can trust now, Yugi, Please!" He hammered on the door so hard it nearly cracked, all the while looking around anxiously for any signs of Malik or Bakura.
Ryou nearly fell over in shock as the door opened, and Yugis Grandfather stood on the threshold, frowning at him, but a split second of observation turned the frown into a shocked look of concern.
Ryou looked awful. He was soaking wet again, shivering and his eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, like he had been for crying for hours (which was very true) And his white hair, although soaking wet, managed to stick out at odd ends. His shoes and lower part of his pants were covered in mud, from running through the park to get the Kame game shop so fast.
But it wasn't that that made the old man stare, it was Ryous eyes. The usually warm chocolate orbs with a bit of sparkle had been replaced with muddy pools of depression and pain, with a flash of desperation and lost hope.
"C-Can I please come in, Mr Mouto?" Ryous soft and tearful voice was almost lost in the rain, but he had heard him, and nodded for Ryou to come in, closing the door behind him.
"Hey, Grandpa, who was it?" Yugis cheerful voice filtered through the loung, as he ambled to the front. "Who would be- Oh, god Bakura!" His tone changed in an instant when he saw the boy trickling water. "Come and sit down, what happened?"
Ryou obediently followed Yugi into the lounge, where he sat on the couch, tucking his hands under his legs, and staring at his knees, a curtain of sodden silver hiding his face from view.
"B-Bakura, please tell me what happened, youre scaring me." Ryou swallowed, and let out a long, shaking sigh.
"It was a lie." He whispered. Yugis eyes widened, and sat on the coffee table so he looked look him in the eye, but to no avail.
"Wh-what? He whispered, confused. Ryou lifted his head, and looked Yugi straight in the eye, his lost stare sending chills down the shorters spine.
'I-It was a lie, and I was stupid to believe him, I actually thought he-" Ryous voice died in his throat, But Yugi had heard enough.
"Oh, Ryou, I'm so so sorry," Yugi said, biting his lip. "I really-"
"Whats going on, here?" Yamis voice cut off the end of Yugis as he walked into the room, eyes widening when he saw Ryou, and the terrible state he was in.
"Bakura, tell me!" Ryou trembled at his slightly angry tone, and held his head in his hands, shaking his head.
"Ryou.." Yugis gentle voice made him look up, and let out a shaking breath. "You can trust Yami, you know.." Ryou swallowed, and shakily stood up, beginning to tug off his sodden shirt. Yugi bit his lip, And Yami gasped softly, as more of Ryous torn skin was revealed. When Ryou was holding the sodden rag in his hands, Yugis chin was trembling, and eye welling up with tears, While Yami was gazing sadly at him in a mixture of shock and revulsion.
"I-Its worse on the back." Ryou said almost tearfully, but in a hollow, empty voice as he turned around slowly to prove his point.
"Oh, god Bakura, why didn't you tell any of us?" Ryou sat back on the couch, tugging the soaked shirt back on over his bruised, torn skin.
"I-I don't know, I-I was so scared, I just…" Ryou held his head in his hands, and began crying silently, his body wracked with sobs.
"That sick Bastard…" Yami said quietly, his voice trembling with rage and anger. "The next time I see him, he is on a one way trip to the Shadow Realm.."
"No!" Ryous outburst caused both of the crimson-eyed boys to turn and stare. "Please, don't hurt him, no one deserves the Shadow realm. No one. Not even sadistic insane Psychos like him.." Ryou swallowed, closing his eyes. Yugi noticed two fresh rivers of tears cascade from his eyes, but said nothing.
"What the Heck are you doing here, I-"
"Shut up old man, I'm only getting whats Mine." Ryou gasped, and started shaking again. That's cold, sadistic voice…
"There you are!" Bakura stood menacingly in the doorway, and before either Yugi or Yami could react, he strode across the room, and pulled Ryou out of the couch by his long hair.
"Let him go." Yami said coldly. Bakura wasn't fazed, and just raised an eyebrow at the former pharaoh.
"Why would I want to do that? You move one step.." He pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, Ryou whimpered when he saw it, and began trembling. Bakura tightened the hold on Ryous hair, and pulled the smaller boy towards him, making him cry out in shock and pain. "And it will be Ryou who pays the pays the price." He pressed the , blade against Ryous throat, who was struggling to breathe shallowly.
Yugis eyes widened, and even Yami stepped back. "You coward." He spat, his words dripping with anger and deep hate. Bakuras sadistic grin grew.
"But it works so well," He said, backing slowly out of the room, dragging a petrified Ryou along with him.
"You little bitch." He spat, pushing Ryou back into the rain outside, a firm hand on his silky locks. "You fucking told them, didn't you?" Ryous eyes widened, and his breathing became more erratic.
"N-No.." He said meekly. Bakura growled, hitting Ryou across the face so hard he would have fallen into the muddy puddle beside them, if Bakura didn't have such a firm grip on his hair. Bakura marched along the street, dragging Ryou behind him, who sometimes stumbled, or tripped.
When they got into the apartment they shared, Bakura let the boy go, who dropped to his knees, shaking and crying, holding his head in pain. Bakura snorted, and kicked him incredibly hard in the stomach. Ryou cried out, and gripped his side, but Bakura just rolled his eyes, stepping over the mess of a boy, and settling himself in front of the T.V.
Ryous emotions were in pieces. He didn't know how long he sat in a heap on the floor, sobbing quietly to himself, but he did realize after a long time it was blood, not tears running down his face, and even longer then that, he realized that the apartment was shining with an early morning light. He stiffly got to his feet, and stumbled over to the bathroom To attempt to clean himself up before school. Ugh. The very thought of having to see Yugi knotted his stomach, but he had too go, or else the school might check up on him.
Trembling, he washed his face and hands as best as he could, dragging a brush through his hair, and tugged on his school uniform. Bakura was sleeping, and Ryou ignored him as he left the apartment, dreading school as much as the day he went back after Battle City.
I shaould have the next chappeh up in a couple of days. sorreh for the shortness and crappynesss o.O