ELLO ALLL! Guess what day it is...
RYOUS BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYOU! To celebrate, I AM UPDATING ALL SEVEN FICS! Yep! Prisoner, Demons, Why, Unseen, This one, Twisted, and Help. n.n;; So as soon as yew have finished this chapter, GO READ THEM! -bounces happily-
I am so happeh! -bouncebounce- And sugar high. SQUEE! SQUEE SQUEE
On a sad note... In this chapter, I have commited a terrible terrible crime. A crime so henious and awful, a crime never have been commited, as it is... UNTHINKABLE! -hiccups-
Ryou groaned slightly, as his stunning eyelashes fluttered awake, sleep fogging his brain as he struggled to focus on the scene around him.
Wait… he could see. Ryou stared around him in shock and wonder, not noticing the cold footsteps echoing through the hall until it was too late.
"Well, if it isn't my weak pitiful foolish hikari." Bakura sneered. Ryou spun around, his eyes widening.
"Yami!" He said happily, pleased to hear his own soft British voice again. "I-I can see and hear and talk again! This is great!" He smiled happily, his chocolate brown eyes almost pulsating with a warm happiness.
"Tch. Whatever." Bakura glared at his light, slim fingers playing on his knife stowed in his pocket.
"Yami? What's wrong?" Ryou tilted his head to the side, and tried to reach an arm towards Bakura, but found his arms bounded in strong iron chains that hung from the ceiling. "Yami, wh-what's going on-" Ryou cried out as a painful slap reverberated around the room, and his cheek flushed bright red.
"Shut. Up." The darkness scowled, and began walking around in circles. Ryou twisted back and forth, struggling to keep his gaze on the darkness.
"Yami… please… what's going on?" Bakura growled, fury taking over his senses as he slammed his fists hard into Ryous stomach. The angel screamed in pain, his knees giving out from under him. He would have fallen over, if it wasn't for the thick cruel chains suspended from the ceiling keeping him upright.
"Don't talk, Ryou, don't say anything." Bakura snarled, both of his hands on Ryous shoulders as he forced him back on his feet. Ryou whimpered, trembling under Bakuras hold, whose frown deepened at the weakness as he backhanded Ryou hard across the face.
"Why?" Ryou whispered, tears pooling in his eyes. "Wh-what did I do-" Bakura growled, hurling his fist into Ryou stomach again. The angel coughed and sobbed, tears trickling down his bruised face.
"You're mere pathetic existence is what angers me, my light." Bakura snarled. "You're pitiful weakness, the fact that I have to put up with you, is what is irritating. I hate you, Ryou! I hate you!"
Those words cut through Ryou like a knife. The angel snapped his head up, tears trickling harder down his face. "Wh-what…"
"I hate you, Ryou! I HATE YOU!" He hit Ryou across the face, harder than before. Ryou yelped, cupping a hand over his face as tears pooled on the stone floor.
This couldn't be happening, Bakura loved him, he loved him! Ryou sobbed helplessly into his hands, literally feeling his heart crack in two.
"Y-You said you loved me…" Ryou sobbed helplessly. "You said…." He broke off into fresh tears, his choked sobs echoing hauntingly through the chamber.
"Yes, hikari." Bakura said mockingly, grasping Ryous chin and forcing him to look at the spirit in the eye. "Just like last time. You were foolish and needy enough to think that I loved you." Ryous brown eyes were brimming with sorrow and tears, his hiccupped sobs almost music to the sadistic yamis ears.
"You cried…" Ryou whispered, his shoulders shaking. "When I said I didn't love you, you cried, you, yelled and screamed, you said you loved me… and it was a LIE?"
"I'm a good actor," Bakura whispered, his hand now stroking Ryous silvery locks. "You were the idiot who believed me… You needed love and attention, you craved it. And you were going to get it off anyone, even me…"
"You were so gentle." Ryou protested tearfully, his heart splintering into more pieces. "You were kind, you were romantic! You were soft…" Ryou broke down into sobs, his pain-filled wails echoing around the cold stone room. "I thought you loved me…" He choked through his tears.
"Why would anyone love you? Your own father can't stand the sight of you, what makes you think anyone would care about you?" Bakura spat. "You're the most useless pathetic human I have ever had the misfortune to meet. You don't deserve to be loved." Ryou sobbed louder, the painful feeling of needles in his chest increasing. "You don't deserve to eat, you don't deserve friends, you don't deserve anything." Bakura smirked at the pitiful state of the light, the feeling of dominance increasing.
"B-But…" Ryou whispered. "I-I love you…"
"Its not love." Bakura growled, seizing the front of Ryous shirt and hoisting him to his feet. "It was a desperate desire to feel wanted, to belong somewhere. You never loved me, you only wanted my protection." Ryou shook his head, more tears pooling on the ground as closed his eyes.
"No… I love you, I really really do.." he sobbed. "And I thought you loved me… Why? WHY?" He opened his eyes again, desperation burning in his chocolate eyes. "Why did you pretend to l-love me?" He hiccupped, hands tightening on Bakura shoulders.
"You're mine." Bakura said simply, tracing a finger along Ryous tearstained cheekbone. "And I had to make sure you will always be mine. That's why I claimed you for my own." Ryou wailed hopelessly, his head in his hands. "And that's why I pretended to love you. Because taking you was so much easier when you would submit to my will."
"Y-You used me?" Ryou cried out, lifting his head from his trembling hands. "Wh-why? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" He yelled desperately, fear, shame and injustice welled up in the shattered remains of his broken heart. "You said I didn't deserve love!" Ryou sobbed, eyes fixated on the floor. "You said…"
"But I didn't love you." Bakura sneered. "I didn't even care about you. Why would I care about a pathetic weak nothing like you?" Ryou sobbed, trying as hard as he could to block out the yamis hurtful words. "I never even liked you, Ryou." He spat. "I have always hated you with every fiber of my body." Ryou wailed hopelessly, tears coursing down his bruised ivory cheeks, as his thin frame trembled with his pain-wracked sobs.
"B-But…" Ryou whispered. "Why? WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Ryou jerked himself free of the darkness, fury blazing in his eyes. "I TRUSTED YOU! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" He covered his mouth with his hands. "And it was a LIE?" Bakura merely smirked.
"Yes, it was all a lie. I only ever used you for my own needs. I never loved you for the person you were, I only wanted you for your body." He sneered. "It's the way it always has been, hikari." Bakura spat. "What made you think I would change?" Ryou didn't answer; he only shook his head slowly from side to side, tears still flowing freely down his cheeks.
"I trusted you…" Ryou sobbed as his knees gave out and he slumped to the floor, kept upright by the thick chains encircling his wrists. "I gave myself to you…" his head was bowed in misery, tears still pooling on the floor. "You betrayed me…"
"Oh shut up, you sniveling weakling." Bakura spat, delivering a harsh kick to Ryous ribs, smirking to himself as he felt one of Ryous fragile ribs give way under his heavy boot. "You wonder why no one loves you? Look at yourself, Ryou, crying into the floor like that, it's the most pathetic thing I have ever seen." Ryou didn't answer, but his sobs increased in volume, the horrible feeling of betrayal shredding his insides.
"How?" Ryou whispered, a hint of anger in his cracked voice. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" He stood up, his red-rimmed eyes still leaking crystalline tears. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU BAKURA, I'M CRAZY ABOUT YOU!" His hands balled into fists, anger boiling in his veins. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?"
Bakura growled, fury in his face a he roughly seized Ryou by his thin trembling shoulders. "SHUT UP!" He yelled. "SHUT THE HELL UP! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK! I HATE YOU! IN FACT, I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" He shoved Ryou away the light stumbling and falling, crying out as his arms were wrenched cruelly in their sockets.
"NO!" Ryou yelled senselessly, his voice almost hoarse. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME BAKURA, YOU CAN'T! I'VE DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU, I TRUSTED YOU, I LOVE YOU!" He managed to pull himself to his feet, his thin form trembling like a frightened baby rabbit. He looked rather like one too, with his pale skin, fluffy white hair, and adorable chocolate eyes. Not now though. His ivory cheeks were bruised and tearstained, his hair in a tangled mess down his back, and his narrowed eyes burned with a deep fire of rage.
Bakuras was motionless as he gazed at the tearful light, a small smirk spreading across his face. Ryous face contorted in rage when he finally managed to place the darkness's cold smile.
"You sadistic BASTARD!" Ryou yelled. "YOU SICK FREAK! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR ENJOYING THIS!" Bakura growled, and a second later, Ryou was on his knees, coughing from the fresh pain in his stomach, struggling to free himself from his thick manacles.
"YOU WANT TO SEE ME SADISTIC?" Bakura yelled, delivering a harsh kick to Ryous side, the latter screaming in pain as his already broken rib burned with fresh new pain. "YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU REAL PAIN AND MISERY?" He grabbed a fistful of Ryous tangled hair, winding it around his hand like a skein of silk, and yanking upwards. Ryou screamed, struggling against the spirit as he tried to regain his footing.
"Yami….. p-please-" He cried out as Bakura hit him hard across the face with his free hand, his eyes blood red in his anger and hate.
"Don't speak unless I give permission. In fact…" He let go of the boy and walked to the other side of the room, Escaping Ryous line of the vision. The angel whimpered, twisting around as he struggled to find his darkness again.
He let out a choked cry, as Bakura came up behind him silently, a piece of cloth in his hand, and wound it tightly around Ryous mouth, muffling the lights choked sobs.
"Don't bother speaking at all." Bakura said in a soft deadly voice. Ryou struggled tighter against the chains, tears soaking the cloth gag. "What's wrong?" he said in a soft mocking tone. "Oh, was the poor little angel enjoying his ability to talk? Oh, better make sure everything's back the way it was." He jerked Ryous head towards him cruelly, as he bound another strip across the boys eyes. Ryou struggled and cried, fear pulsing through his heart as he struggled to free himself, his choked sobs and hot tears hidden by the cloth.
"Well… One could almost not even see you're crying…" Bakura said mockingly, brushing a finger gently along Ryous cheek, the light struggling and crying, shaking his head tearfully. "Poor, poor Ryou…" The light didn't respond, as he seemed to sag against his bonds, fear running through his body. He fell to his knees in surprise, as his wrists were free from the thick bonds, and rubbed his torn wrists, keeping his veiled eyes firmly on the ground.
"Tut, tut… I never said it was time to rest." Bakura smirked, dragging Ryou back to his feet by his tangles snowy locks. Ryou cried out, doing his best to try and struggle against Bakura, but it was hopeless. His blind hands groped around until he found Bakuras shoulder, his hand tightening on the spirit. Bakura jerked away from the boy, glaring at Ryou, who held a hand to his covered mouth, and sobbed louder, his tears penetrating the cloth around his eyes as trickling back down his flushed and blotchy cheeks. Without a moments hesitation, both of his hands tore at the cloth around his mouth as he pulled it down, finally able to speak.
"Yami… Why did you lie to me like this?" He whispered, tensing his frame as he prepared for the onslaught of blows that ensued. To his surprise, they never came. Instead, Bakura dragged Ryou across the room by his hair, a small smile still on his face.
"I'll make you pay for that, Aibou." He taunted, shoving Ryou away from him and smirking as he crashed into the slimy stone wall, sinking to his knees.
"Get up." He spat, his hold on Ryou spiky tangles tightening. He knew just how to hurt Ryou…
His hands closed around the large pair of scissors on the table, and Bakura smirked as he threw Ryou roughly to the ground, sitting on his middle, the light squirming and crying under him. Bakura again sized a large handful of Ryous snowy locks, and tore the scissors through his hair, white silky strands pooling on his creamy palm. He threw it to the ground, seizing another one of his spiky locks, snipping the blades shut. Ryou struggled and cried, as Bakura cut more and more of his hair, until finally he stood up, dragging Ryou to his feet as well. The angels pale hands went to his hair, and Ryou let out a choked cry as he felt how short it was. Only a couple of inches long… He didn't notice as Bakura dragged him by the arm to the right for a couple of steps, before holding Ryous arms firmly at his sides.
"Want to see?" He sneered into Ryous ear. Ryou whimpered, but nodded, and Bakura smirked, pulling off first the cloth around his mouth and then the rag over his eyes.
Ryou let out a choked sob as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes seemed larger, his face more rounded without his hair framing his thin frame. He ran his fingers tearfully through his hear again, sobbing heartbrokenly. His hair, his beautiful snowy hair… it was up to his ears…
"How could you…" Ryous voice was cold and shaking. "How could you do this to me…" Bakura didn't say anything, only gazing emotionless at the boy, who made his way dazed, over to the forlorn piles of his shed locks, and fell to his knees, picking one of the snowy tendrils in his slim pale hands, silvery strands floating through his slim fingers as tears ran down his face.
"I hate you." Ryou whispered, his body tense in pure rage. "I HATE you!" he stood up, the last few feathery strands floating from Ryous slim fingers, settling on the cold stone floor. Bakura didn't move- If anything, he looked slightly pleased. Ryou growled, and in a fit of anger and hate and blind fury, he flew at Bakura, and the both of them crashing to the ground. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU SICK TWISTED FREAK, I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Ryou repeatedly slammed his fists into Bakura, tears streaming down his face. Bakura growled, both of his arms seizing Ryous tightly in mid-swing, and tightening hard. Ryou cried out, and began to struggle, his breath hitched with sobs. Bakura sat up, not breaking his hold or his gaze on Ryou, who stared determinedly back, his chin trembling. Finally, unable to take anymore, Ryou broke down. His head bowed and shoulders shaking, Ryous heartbroken sobs and wails echoing throughout the cold stone chamber. He slumped into Bakura, tears coursing out of his eyes and soaking Bakuras shoulder. The spirit smiled, lightly fluffing Ryous silky locks as the angel cried his shattered heart out, pain, rage, misery, sorrow and hate coursing through his veins.
"You haven't won." Ryou finally managed to whisper a few moments later, his sobs finally subsiding, but his tears never stopped trickling down his face. "I wont, I wont, I WONT!" Ryou clutched his head in his hands, sobs threatening to escape his throat again.
"Oh?" Bakura asked, lifting a finger under Ryous chin and forcing the pair to gaze at each other. "Why do you say that?"
"You think I'll just- NO!!" Ryou began to cry, as once again his eyes were swathed in darkness. "Bakura!" He wailed, hands desperately scrabbling at the bonds, trying to find the knot. Bakura growled and slapped his hands away, placing both hands on his shoulders.
"Don't worry little kitten…" He murmured. "I won't silence your pretty voice… Its so fun to hear you scream.."
"Bakura NO!" Ryou yelled, struggling against the darkness, but to no avail. Bakura didn't say anything, he only pressed Ryou into the floor, the latter crying out as his back came into harsh contact with the stone flagons.
"You'll be for mercy, Ryou." Bakura breathed deadly. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll wish you were dead." Ryou screamed and struggled, trying desperately to escape. His yami only laughed. "That's it, Ryou, you know I like it wild…" Ryou shook his head, tears pooling in his bound eyes…
-wails- I CUT RYOUS HAIR OFF! WHAT HAVE I DONE! -wailwail- Don t hurt meh! -hold head in hands- I am so guilty... THESE HANDS ARE EVIL! CUT OFF MY HANDS NO NO MORE EVIL SHALL BE WRITTEN! -rushes off crying- I cut off Ryou-chans prettyful hair... WHATS WRONG WITH ME?
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