A/N: OO wow.. 47 reviews.. I feel so luffed! n.n;; umm, okay now.. I am going to take a vote.. you can have this as a happy ending or a sad ending... yepyep. Either way, I think there will be a sequel. So what will it be folks? The way this fic turns out os up to you, so you better say if you want it happy or sad, and until I get... say ten votes wanting it to be something, I will update, cos then I know thats what yall want. and he sad ending DOES NOT HAVE SUICIDE! RYOU LIVES!
Warning: Bakuras a lil bit Ooc, but thats cos hes starting to regret what hes done. wo0ht!
Disclaimer: I.Dont.Own.It Got. It?
"Hey, Marik." Bakura said emotionlessly, holding the door open for his fellow Yami as he stood inside the door. "Thanks for coming over."
"You sounded worried on the phone..." He saidd, a frown on his face and in his lavender eyes. "What's up?"
"Ryou." Bakura said shortly, slamming the door shut behind the Egyptian, and walking into the lounge with a scowl on his face. Marik sighed, and then sat down next to him.
"What about Ryou?" He said, slightly curious. "Is... everything okay?"
Bakura snorted. "No…" He said, not looking at the blonde Egyptian. "Marik…. He's lost it. I messed around with his head too much and he's gone crazy."
Mariks eyes widened. "What?" He asked incredulously. Ryou didn't seem the crazy type…
"This morning…" Bakura looked at his ivory hands. "He said that I was in his head, telling him that he needed to hurt himself… but Marik, I never did. I never told Ryou do go and slice his freaking arms open, I didn't! I like to hurt Ryou, not see him in pain!" Bakura bit his lip, and looked away.
"Whats the difference?" Marik asked quietly. "If you like to hurt Ryou, then you obviously like to see him suffer…"
"No!" Bakura stood up, and to his eternal shock and shame, felt tears sting the backs of his eyes. "No, I don't! I… I care about Ryou, I really do!" He placed a hand over his eyes. "Why is this so damn hard…?" He moaned.
Marik rolled his eyes. "No its not." He said. "Its simple. Just say you love Ryou. Plain and simple. You. Love. Him. I can tell you do, Bakura."
"It's not that easy!" Bakura yelled. "I can't just say I love him, and expect him to forgive me! Not after what I've done…"
"What did you do…" Marik growled, a dangerous look in his eye. Bakura swallowed, and looked at his hands once more.
"I-I raped him Marik. I just got so angry.. I mean, he didn't obey me! He went against my orders, and…" He trailed off, twisting his fingers around nervously. Marik growled, and seized both of Bakuras shoulders, shaking him vigorously.
"You Bastard!" Marik yelled, Anger written all over his face. "How could you do that to someone like Ryou? You are a sick, twisted-"
"I know!" Bakura yelled, feeling tears swimming in his eyes. "Im sick, I know I am. I must be pretty fucked up to hurt Ryou.. I know! But do you know the sad thing, Marik? I actually ENJOYED it! I liked hurting Ryou like that!" He let out a long, shuddering breath, and put his head in his hands. His long, pale fingers wiped away his small tears of regret, and he accepted the comfort of a hand on his shoulder gratefully.
"Where did I fuck up so bad, Marik?" He asked, fighting down a sob as he gazed at his hands. "How could I screw up so bad to do this too Ryou?"
"I don't know…" Was all Marik could reply.
Jounouchi watched his friend with a frown on his face. Ryou was really scaring him. He was acting soo… listless, and silent, stumbling along beside him, with a haunting sadness in his hollow brown eyes. Whenever he asked him questions, Ryou merely answered in soft monosyllables, not meeting his eyes.
After about fifteen minutes, Jou had had enough, and cut the white-haired teen off, standing in front of him with his arms crossed. Ryou froze, and his blank eyes panned slowly from the ground to Jous' slightly angry, mostly concerned face.
"Bakura, are you alright?" Jou gazed at Ryous eyes, and felt a small shiver run down his back. They were haunting, blank…
"I-I'm fine Jou.." Ryou lied. Jou rolled his eyes, not believing the angel for a second.
"I mean it, Ryou. What has he done?" Jou didn't need to explain the 'he'; Ryou knew Jou meant his yami.
"I-I… nothing Jou, don't worry. I-I…" He looked back down at sidewalk, his thin form -too thin, Jou thought- shaking. Jou felt his heart swell in pity for the boy standing opposite him, and placed his hands on his trembling shoulders.
"Please tell me, Bakura." Jou looked straight into Ryous eyes, and the angel just couldn't pull himself away. "What has he done?"
Ryou swallowed, then closed his eyes briefly. "Swear you wont tell a soul?" Jou frowned, but nodded. Ryou opened his eyes, and looked straight at Jounouchi, whispering a single word. "Rape."
Jous hands left the angels shoulders, and he took a couple of steps back, a look of horror and disgust on his face. "Ryou, no…" He nodded, swallowing the rising lump in his throat, and letting out a long sigh.
"That sick, twisted bastard, I swear, I'll-"
"No!" Ryou laid a hand on Jous arm, his eyes welling with tears. "You cant tell anyone, Jou, please. If he finds out I've told anyone…." The angel trailed off, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Don't worry, anyways. I know what I'm going to do."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Jou looked at the smaller boy, who was averting his gaze.
"I can't keep fighting him, Jou, I just can't. I cant take anymore of this pain." Ryou wrapped his arms around his thin frame.
"Bakura, a-a-are you talking about…. Suicide, cos no way man, that isn't the way to go. I won't let that happen!" Ryous eyes widened and he shook his head, a beginning of a smile on his face.
"Oh, please Jou, I can hardly rip a band-aid off, let alone kill myself." The angel sighed. "I-I have to go," He said, running across the road to his apartment, bowing his head so Jounouchi couldn't see his tears.
Jou waited until he was inside the building until he followed the angel, doing his best to be silent. He quietly walked behind him, until Ryou had come to his apartment, and opened his door, closing it gently behind himself. Jou walked up, and pressed his ear against the door, attempting to hear any voices or actions that could filter through the wood.
"B-Bakura-sama, I-I'm home…" Ryous frightened voice made Jous stomach twist slightly, as he imagined him fearfully looking around his small apartment.
"About time." The spirits harsh voice sent chills running down Jous spine. "Why the hell are you late again!"
"Wh-why do you care?" Ryou said in his soft British voice. "You said noone cared me, and you hate me…" Jou sighed softly as he heard the angels voice close to tears.
"That's doesn't mean you can disobey me." Bakura said in a deadly voice. Jou heard a sharp slap, and a loud gasp emitted from the angel. Jous hands balled into fists, and he was tempted to bash the door in and drag Ryou out of there, but he knew Bakura would try some sneaky, underhanded trick involving shadow magic.
"What were you doing, anyway? You weren't with any of those so-called friends of yours, were you?" Jou bit his lip. Bakura, man, don't tell that twisted Psycho, don't…
"I-I-I-" Ryou was cut off by the loud thud of Bakura slamming him into the wall. Jou winced, and bit his lip.
"Listen to me, they only reason I let you even speak to those losers is because It puts you in such a convenient position."
"Wh-what?" Jous eyes widened, and he pressed his ear closer to the door.
"Look, I let you hang out with them, because it means you're close to the pharaoh. Remember, it was me who befriended them at first." Jou set his teeth.
"Y-y-you just used them, to get to Yugi? You used me like that!" Jou couldn't believe what the ex-tomb robber was saying too.
"Don't seem so surprised, Ryou." Jou heard a smile in the spirits harsh voice. "I've used you for years. The only use you've ever been to me is a vessel, weak as it is."
Jounouchi closed his eyes. He was very tempted to smash into the room, or at least, go and get Yugis yami. But no, he promised he wouldn't tell… He swore softly. Why the hell was this so hard?
"B-but.."
"I'm going to ask you again. Were you with the brat or his friends? And don't even dare lying."
"I-I was with Jou..." NO! Bakura, you idiot! Jou almost kicked the door, but stopped himself, struggling to keep his breathing even.
"Did you say anything?" Bakuras voice was at a dangerously soft level.
"No….." Jou heard him whisper, before the dull thud of a punch in the stomach made Ryou scream, and cough.
"Liar. What did you tell him?" Bakuras voice was at a poisonous level. Ryou was still coughing and crying, and as he cried out again, Bakura obviously hurting him more.
"I-I-I'm so sorry, Bakura-sama, it just slipped out, please don't be angry… Y-Yami, no!" Ryous pain-filled scream made Jou gasp, and grip the doorknob.
"Did you say anything about the rape?" His voice sent more chills down Jous baack, as his face contorted in anger.
"I-I'm so sorry, yes, I-I-" Ryou screamed, and began to sob. "Y-yami, please stop…" Jou was shaking in rage, actually tears of fury glittering in his eyes. You sick twisted bastard. I don't care what Bakura said, I'm gonna show you… Jou threw open the door, and ran inside. What he saw made him shake harder in his fit of rage, and the Tomb Robber was stunned, but quickly gained his composure, dropping both Ryou and a cruel looking knife to the floor. Ryou gasped, and held a hand to his side. Jou closed his eyes briefly and Ryou pressed his lips, the angels ivory hand already running with blood.
"You sick twisted little-" Jounouchi lunged at the spirit, who darted aside slightly, and grabbed Jous arm, who growled, and struggled.
"You're a fool, Jounouchi." Bakura snarled. "Did you think you could hurt me? Honestly, you are more stupid then even I thought." Jou winced as the firm grip Bakura had on the blondes arm tightened to the point where his sharp nails almost drew blood. "And don't think you're going to blab, either. You wont get out of here alive.." He released his hold on Jou, and punched him hard in the stomach. Jou gasped, clutching his stomach and choking as he backed into the wall. Bakura smirked, and picked up the knife stained with Ryous blood, walking towards the winded boy.
"No!" Ryou yelled, struggling to stand. "Yami, don't do this, please…" His pain-wracked sobs punctuated his speech, and the blood was seeping down the angels wrist, creating a crimson puddle on the floor.
"Shut the hell up, you little runt!" Bakura snarled grabbing Jous hair, and pressing the blade against his throat.
Ryou finally managed to stand, stumbling towards the spirit. He fell back on his knees a couple of steps away, and sobbed hopelessly.
"P-please, Yami, I-If you hurt Jou th-then what w-would Y-yugi s-say? Wh-what would h-he say to his y-yami?" Talking was a huge struggle for the smaller boy, who was in considerable pain. Bakura snarled, and let the blonde go, who wrenched himself away, and ran over to Ryou, falling onto his knees, and trying to stem the thick flow of blood with his hands. Ryou winced as he felt the pressure of Jous hand over his stomach, and struggled to keep his breathing even.
"Oh, god Bakura, I'm so sorry, I-" Jou let out a shocked cry as he froze, his eyes going blank and he slumped over. Ryou gulped as he looked past the unconscious boy and at his tenant, who had his hand held out.
"Y-Yami…" Ryou sobbed, brushing a lock of silvery hair out of his eyes, and staining them red.
"Relax," He said, rolling his eyes. "Hes only out for a few hours." He picked the blonde out by the scruff of the neck, and dragged him into the corridor, before locking the door. "He wont remember a thing, either." His expression turned to anger. "You were lucky." He bent down, and pulled Ryou to his feet by his stained locks, ignoring his struggled and cries.
"What the hell were you thinking!" He yelled at the smaller boy, who was sobbing and struggling within his grasp.
"B-Bakura-sama, I'm so sorry, I-I-I" Ryou broke down, bowing his head. Bakura rolled his eyes forcing his chin up with his free hand.
"Stop crying." He growled, wiping Ryous tears away, and pulled his neck further back. Ryou swallowed, and closed his eyes, Both of his hands trying in vain to stop the bleeding. Bakura snarled, dropped the smaller boy and the ground, and crouching over him.
"N-No!" Ryou struggled against the spirits grasp, but Bakura had him pinned to the floor, his face inches from the angels. "Y-Yami please, not again, just l-let me go!" He closed his eyes, and Bakura snorted.
"When will you EVER learn not to disobey me, Ryou?" He asked menacingly, resting his hands on the top of Ryous school trousers, beginning to pull them off. Ryou gasped, and began struggling harder, sobbing hysterically, but Bakura held him fast. "Honestly!"
"Oh god, not again.." Ryou whispered as Bakura tugged off his shirt…
((A/N: haha, no lemon.. cos I suck at them.. n.n;;))
When Jou woke up a few hours later, it was to find he was lying in the hallway outside Ryous apartment with blood all over his hands. He stood straight up, and without thinking, pounded on the door of the angels apartment.
"Bakura, man, Open up, please! Hello? BAKURA!"
Ryou froze from his position on the couch, and swallowed. Bakura snarled, and stalked off to his room, leaving Ryou to go and greet him. Ryou sighed, and stumbled over to the door, losing his footing once, but managed to regain himself with the aid of the kitchen table.
"H-Hello?" Ryou opened the door slowly, his blank brown eyes slightly fearful.
"Bakura, what the hells going on!" Jounouchi demanded angrily. Ryou swallowed, and Jou thought how could see a flicker of fear and anger pass through his face, but it momentarily vanished.
"Wh-what do you mean?' Ryou said, feigning a look of confusion, but Jou saw his hands twisting nervously.
"I wake up outside your apartment with me hands covered in blood, and the last thing I can remember is follo-" Jou caught himself, blushing furiously.
"U-um, I-I" Ryou didn't know what to say.
/listen up you little runt, get rid of the mutt now, or you will pay/ Ryou bit his lip and closed his eyes. "U-Um Jou, I-I really have to go, sorry." He shut the door softly, and sank back into the couch, wrapping his arms around his thin frame.
He had showered for nearly an hour, but that familiar feeling of being unclean was still all over, and he had to be careful of how he sat. Bakura walked back into the lounge, looking in disgust at his weak hikari. The spirit sat on the couch, not looking at the smaller boy who instinctively shuffled as far from his tenant on the couch as he could, curling into a ball and laying his head on his arms.
"I hate you." Ryou whispered, before remaining silent once more.
Bakura snorted, before getting off the couch, and walking along the back, pausing behind the angel, and leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"Guess what, Yadonushi, I hate you too. But you have to live with me, and I have to live with you. Funny thing that is, huh?" Ryou shuddered, a sob passing through him. Bakura rolled his eyes, and stalked off.
"No I don't…" Ryou said softly. "Not if I cant help it.."
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