Hello Minna-san! I was going to wiat til after the weekend to post this, but I just got so many nice reviews... So here it is! A strange, sadistic part of me really likes this chapter.. which is very scary... o.O yes...
Uhm, a bit of a sadism warning in here.. on Bakuras part... If you like, read. If you dont.. read anyways, and be scarred.. >.>
Disclaimer: I dont own wnything. I thought I found a pair of Ryous boxers last week, but it was not, -teartear-
The next morning, Ryou woke up with a sore stomach. God, he needed to eat so badly, he had never been this hungry before.. He cast a loathing eye over to the spirit sprawled out on the bed, and crawled out from underneath the thin blanket, and into the kitchen. Drinking a few glasses of water really fast helped him feel a bit more full, but he needed Food…
He opened the cupboard silently, his heart pounding in trepidation and fear. I just need to eat something.. He thought to himself. Bakura wont notice..
When he opened the door, he let out a small cry.
Gone.
All the food was gone from the cupboards, leaving nothng but a few crumbs. The back of Ryous eyes stung, and he started to tremble
He was really doing this. He was actually going to stop Ryou from eating.
"Good morning, Yadonushi.." Ryou spun around, his heart in his mouth, as he saw his tenant in the doorway, smirking as usual.
"Ahh, I see you've realized we have no food. Of course I was going to get rid of it, you Baka. I don't even need to eat." Bakura's smirk vanished, replaced by a deep scowl. "If I find you've been eating, trust me, Yadonushi, Ill know, and you'll regret it. Now get the hell out of here."
Ryou pressed his lips together to prevent himself from crying, and slowly walked out of the apartment for school.
Oh, god.. that lunch looked soooooo good, Ryou was exercising all self control to not just yank the fork out of Jous hand and eat it himself. He turned his head away, staring at the table, and letting the babble of his friends just wash over him. His stomach was achingly hungry, and he was at that point of starvation where he felt sick.
"Bakura, are you okay, you don't look very well." Yugi looked concerned at his friend, who just shook his head.
"I-I um, feel a bit sick, that's all. Don't worry about me." Yugi frowned.
"Well, do you want to go to the school nurse?" He asked. Ryou shook his head.
"Its just a sore stomach, Yugi. Don't worry about me, Im fine. Seriously." Ryou lied, and looked away.
On the way home, Ryou passed a vending machine. Jou, who was walking with him, spied it too. He ran over, pulling out a few quarters.
"Want anything, Bakura?" He asked Ryou, who frowned.
Oh, god yes, Im so hungry, I want to eat so badly… He swallowed, and then nodded, trying to not seem too eager. After all, Bakura isn't here, how could he know?
A few minutes later, the pair had their arms laden with food, and Jou was a lot shorter on his monies. Ryou was stuffing his face with food, relishing in the warm feeling in his stomach. Jounouchi gave him an odd look, but shrugged, and continued to munch on hid bag of pocky. Jou loved to eat.
"Thank you so much, Jou." Ryou said, dumping the wrappers from the over packaged food he had gorged on in a nearby rubbish bin. "I'll pay you back as soon as I get some money." Jou shook his head.
"Don't worry about it, man, I'm all good. You helped me out with my algebra test last week so we're even." Ryou grinned.
"Okay then, even." He sighed. "Heres my building Jou, I have to go now. Bye!" He gave a quick wave, before slowly making his way up to his apartment.
He opened the door, the familiar bile of fear beginning to stir in his full stomach.
"Yadonushi.." Ryou spun around, to see his yami standing with a menacingly calm look on his face. Ryou backed up more and more, until his tenants face was inches from his. Ryous breathing was coming in harsh fearful gasps, and after a few moments, Bakuras face contorted in anger.
"You ate." He said, grabbing the front of the boys uniform, making him cry out in pain and fear.
"N-no, Bakura-sama, I didn't…" Ryou said meekly. Bakura merely growled, slamming the smaller boy hard into the wall, making his scream as the back of his head came in contact with a light switch.
"Liar." He growled. "You disobeyed me, Yadonushi, and I'll make you regret it."
Paralyzed with fear, Ryou let the spirit drag him over to the bathroom, and it wasn't until he forced him on his knees beside the toilet until he realized what he was going to do.
"No!" He yelled, struggling within his grasp. "You cant do this, oh god, please no, let me go!" Tears were cascading down his face, as Bakura held his arms at his side with one hand, the other planted on his jaw. Ryou kept his mouth shut, shaking his head violently, and trembling. Bakura wrapped an arm around his waist, dragging him to the spirits side, and managed to prise Ryous mouth open.
"N-no, please… oh god, no…" Ryous tears were dripping onto his tenants hand, but Bakura showed no mercy when he held the lights head over the bowl, and jammed two of his fingers down his throat.
Instinctively, Ryou retched, bringing up almost half of what was in his stomach. He rested his head on the white porcelain of the toilet, shaking and crying, but Bakura hauled him back up, making him throw up until the smaller boy was only bringing up a white sticky substance that Bakura knew meant his stomach was empty. Satisfied, he let Ryou go, and stood up, walking out of the room.
Oh god… Ryou was sprawled all over the rim off the toilet, shaking and sobbing, his tears mixing with what he threw up. He felt so weak, and sick… oh god, his throat was raw, and his stomach was burning. He felt like death.
On the couch, Bakura was trembling, for some odd reason. While he was holding Ryou over the toilet, purging him, he felt a sadistic surge of adrenalin surging through him, making him want more. But that was faded, and now all he felt was a wave of guilt washing over him, as he imagined the smaller boy crying by the toilet. He got up off the couch, and was on his way to his room, when he heard the sobbing of the angel. He sighed as he looked into the bathroom, his heart twisting as he saw Ryou still draped over the toilet, sobbing heartbrokenly. The tomb robber growled, as he stalked back into the lounge, and plonked himself onto the couch, promptly turning on the T.V.
After what felt like a million years, Ryou managed to find the strength to pick himself off the toilet, and stumble into the bedroom in a daze. He collapsed into the corner of the room where he usually slept, and pulled the thin blanket around him, and cried himself to sleep. It was very early, around six or seven o'clock, but Ryou was physically and mentally exhausted.
Much later, Bakura walked into the bedroom. He cast a quick look at the boy who had cried himself into an exhausted sleep, and didn't look again. Climbing mutley into bed, he lay blankly at the ceiling, his mind going full tick.
It was so unnverving… Bakura had been beating the boy for almost a year, and Ryou had hardly changed. Sure, he cowered in fear whenever the spirit went anywhere near him, but that was understandable. Yet, in a short week, Bakura attacked the boys soul, and the result was that the angel was on the point of his spirit breaking. Oh, he was close, so close to his goal. He no longer anticipated getting what he wanted in months or weeks, but days.
Yet, a part of him didn't want to do this to the boy. He had seen that side of Ryou, that loving, compassionate side. The way Ryou nestled in his arms... it just felt to right, like fitting the last piece in a difficult jigsaw puzzle into place. His mind lingered on the way Ryous gentle mouth would press on his, the angels sweet taste…. Without realizing it, the spirit moaned quietly at the memory of the way Ryou tugged him down for a soft, passionate kiss…
Oh, gods, he had to stop this… the tomb robber let out a sigh. He had to stop this. In order to get what he wanted, he had to focus. Imagining the way Ryou screamed into him as he came is not focusing.
He rolled over so he didn't look at the battered angel as he slept, as soon drifted off into his own deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Ryou woke up with a stomach screaming for food, and a extremely sore throat. He dragged himself out of bed, and tugged on his uniform. He looked over at the spirit, and something tightened in his chest. Drawn to the spirit like a magnet, the landlord walked over to his sleeping tenant, and fell onto his knees. His ivory fingers stroked the lithe contours of his body, and his fingers reached up to brush a few silvery strands out of the sleeping spirits eyes, and without realizing it he leaned down, and his perfect lips brushed his forehead. The spirit quivered slightly, but didn't move. Ryou let out a sigh, as he looked onto the spirit, his warm chocolate eyes full of love and compassion.
"I hate you, Bakura…" He whispered. "But I love you too. More than words can ever say." He rested his head on the tomb robbers chest, feeling a few tears fall down his face. "B-but I cant stand this, I love you, so much. Why don't you love me? Why-" He swallowed, and abruptly stood up, walking out of the room without a backwards glance.
Yugi was officially worried about his friend. Right now, He was looking at Jous food with a strange look in his eyes, like a dog watching a rabbit.
"B-Bakura, um, are you alright?" The white-haired teen snapped out of his trance.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired still don't worry about me." Ryou stood up, unable to contain himself any longer. "I have to go to the library." He practically ran towards the doors and into the library, curling up into the most isolated corner, and laying his head on his knees, curling into a fetal position. Oh, god, he was so hungry, so miserable, to confused….
The lunch bell eventually shook him out of his torpor, and he dragged himself up on his feet, and stumbled to his math class.
When Ryou wearily dragged himself up the stairs, his heart pounding, and sweat forming on his brow in exhaustion.
When he opened the door, his nostrils were greeted with the delicious smell of food. He practically drooled, as he walked into the kitchen to find Bakura was munching on a leg of chicken, the whole chicken on a large plate in front of him.
"wh-whats going on?" Ryou walked slowly towards the table, not taking his eyes off the roasted fowl that was steaming on the plate.
"I was hungry," Bakura said, A strange, sadistic look in his eye. Ryou gulped, his eyes never leaving the plate of food.
"U-umm, Bakura-sama, can I-"
"No." The look on Bakuras face made Ryous eyes widen, and then he hung his head in defeat. "No way. You cant learn, can you? You shouldn't have been late now." Ryou bit his lip, and his warm eyes filled with tears. Bakura was actually enjoying this, he loved the pain-ridden way Ryou looked at him, the way he was suffering so much from the spirits sadism, the way the angel still loved him…
Bakura stood up, and walked over, tipping the plate of chicken into the garbage bin, and walking off smirking.
Ryou let out a small, strangled cry, and fell to his knees, tears stinging the back of his eyes, but he refused to wipe them, letting them trickle down his ivory face.
The next day, Ryou got up at the usual time, and got ready for school in the usual way, walking out of the door the usual way…
But he didn't go to school in the usual way. As soon as the angel had left the view of the apartment, he pulled off his school jacket, and pulled on a regular sweatshirt.
There was NO way he was going to school. He was going to go to a café, or restaurant somewhere, and eat.. and eat… and eat… He didn't care what his darkness would do, he just felt so weak and tired….
Finally, he found a nice little café, on the other side of the city, and sat down with three muffins, a pie, two sausage rolls, and a tall glass of coke.
Needless to say, he crammed his face.
Bakura was seething. He just could not believe the audacity of his hikari. It was.. –he checked the clock- well past seven O'clock, and he STILL wasn't home. He was sitting on the couch, trying to think of a way to punish Ryou, when he finally heard the door click. He smirked, his blood beginning to thud in anticipation as he envisioned the terrified angel in his grasp…
Ryou was trembling so much.. Oh God…He stepped in, surprised to see how dark and quiet it was. He's planning something…
"B-bakura-sama, Where are you?" The hikaris voice was trembling. Bakura forced down the small beginning of emotions, as he waited in the shadows.
"Y-Yami, please, if your going to do something, please do it now… you're really scaring me…" Bakura took this as his cue to burst out, and seize a firm grip on his landlords arms, breathing softly into his ear. Ryou cried out, and tried to struggle, But Bakuras strength far surpassed his.
"Where were you…" He whispered menacingly into his ear, making Ryou gasp and tremble.
"I-I Was …" He couldn't lie to the spirit, he just couldn't. "I-I skipped school, and spent the day eating.. I was just so hungry…" Tears began to slip down the angels ivory face. "I'm so sorry.."
Overcome with anger, Bakura pushed Ryou apart from him, making the hikari hit the hard floor. He cried out, and began to get up, when Bakura grabbed his hair, Turning him over he was leaning over him, and they were eye-to-eye.
"L-let me go!" Ryou yelled, struggling against the tight hold Bakura had on him, tears still coursing out of his eyes. "P-please Yami…"
Bakura ignored the angels plea, and smiled. "Trust me, Yadonushi, You are going to regret ever disobeying me…"
Ryous eyed widened in fear. "Wh-what are you going to do!" He said fearfully, his body wracking with silent sobs.
"You'll see…" Bakura whispered into the angel's ear, making him gasp and shudder.
"Oh god, no.." Ryou moaned desperately.
Oh, I think y'all know what Bakuras going to do to our little tenshi... -sadistic grin- do you guys mind lemons? Tell me in a review if ya want it or not.