Ello all! XDDD Here I am, with the next installment to my most luffed fic. xDD

Man... I have smart reviewers! XD Yew were close, oh so close about The whole chapter being a dream.. Read on, where I have elaborated. (Is that a word? o.0)

Disclamer: Oh, yesh. I TOTALLY Own Yugioh... xDD In my dreams.

Bakura froze, his conversation with the blonde Egyptian breaking off as he felt the smaller boy asleep behind him tense in his sleep. He frowned, gazing concernedly at Ryou. Malik trailed off, frowning at the pair of white haired boys.

"What's going on?" Malik frowned, his amethyst gaze fixated on the tense boy.

"I don't'-" Bakura began, but before he could utter another word, his head exploded. Literally. A searing pain ravaged through his mind, crashing against the edges of his consciousness again and again. Bakura twisted his fingers in his hair as he struggled to shake of the pounding waves of agony washing over his silvery head.

Ryou. It took a moment for Bakura to comprehend that it was the light who was doing this to him. The dark spirit closed his eyes, willing himself into his own soul room. He pushed his own door open hurriedly, running desperately to Ryous pale blue door.

It was locked. Thick bars kept the door closed, kept Bakura out. What it didn't keep out, on the other hand, were Ryous horrible heart-breaking screams of pain and torture. True, in the physical world, Ryou had no speech, but this was his minds, his soul. Something entirely different.

"LET ME IN!" Bakura hollered, banging desperately on the door, his head still feeling like it was splitting apart in pain. "RYOU! LET ME IN!" He heard no response, apart from Ryous screams of endless agony. Bakura kicked the door, tears forming in his eyes as he continued to endure his light pain. He felt so ­helpless, just standing here while Ryou continued to suffer in his agony. Bakura screamed senselessly, in helplessness, pain and rage, his fists pounding uselessly at the barred door. He fell to his knees, his heart and mind both breaking at Ryous pain.

Ryou screamed in pain, his limbs trying desperately to free himself, as his darkness attacked him brutally. Blood coursed down his thighs, and tears coursed down his face as he struggled in pain and fear, trying in vain to escape Bakuras grasp.

With one last thrust, he slammed into Ryou, the light arching his back, screaming and crying in the overwhelming pain his darkness had inflicted on him.

Worse than the pain, worse than the spirits torture and rape, were the cruel words his yami had snarled.

He didn't love him… It was a lie, it was nothing but a trick for Bakura to take advantage of his body. Ryou had never, in his whole life felt so used and heartbroken and betrayed as he had felt on the last half hour. He loved Bakura. When he was with him, he felt a sense of security, a warm light inside him that had been extinguished when he lost his family. And now, to find his love, his life, the only person he thought he could depend on didn't even care about him at all… it was too much. Ryous choked sobs and wails tore from his throat as he curled into a ball, his thin bloodied frame shaking, pale naked limbs shivering from the cold and fear.

"Oh look…" Bakura sneered; brushing a lock of Ryous bangs out if his eyes. The light shuddered at the touch, and fresh tears trickled down his bruised ivory face.

He hated Bakura. He hated him with a deep fiery passion that matched (in intensity) the warm love he had held for the darkness just a short while ago.

No. No, he didn't hate Bakura, not really. He could never hate him. But he didn't love him. His trust had been shattered by the spirit. He had really gone to far this time, betraying him when Ryou thought this time round his love had been so genuine….

Ryou didn't know how long he lay, curled into the cold stone floor as be bled and cried out his shattered heart. He didn't hear Bakura leave the room, and he didn't care. Bakura didn't love him, Bakura didn't love him…

Bakura, on the other hand, had sunk to his knees on the floor outside Ryous soul room. The angel's screams of agony and pain had dulled to heartbreaking sobs and wails. And these hurt Bakura just as much, if not more. Bakura headache had dulled to a dull pounding, but it still hurt like hell.

"Ryou…" He whispered, leaning against the locked door, his heart breaking at Ryous choked sobs. "Ryou please… open the door…"

All of a sudden, without any warning, the door indeed slid silently open, the thick bars on the door vanishing as though they never existed. Bakura struggled to his feet, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining it. To bad he was; The few seconds his vision was obscured, a pale wisp of light filtered through the door and down the hallway, vanishing in the darkness. His heart almost in his mouth, Bakura pushed the door fully open, and walked inside.

His heart instantly dropped like a stone to his toes as he gazed in shock at the broken Ryou. No no no no NO! Bakura stumbled over to the light and fell to his knees, his heart sick with pain and fear.

"Ryou, oh god Ryou…" He whispered, his eyes traveling from Ryous short hair and bound eyes, down his bruised and broken body to his bloodied thighs. "What happened…"

Ryous heart jumped in fear at the voice, and he whimpered, curling tighter into himself. "L-Leave me alone…"

"What?" Bakura breathed, his hardened mahogany eyes widening further in shock.

"Stay away from me!" Ryou struggled painfully into a sitting position, and tore the cloth from his eyes. Bakura saw with a pang they were red-rimmed and wet with tears. "I hate you!" Ryous head sank into his arms, his thin, beaten frame wracked with sobs. "H-How could you do this to me…" He whispered heartbrokenly. "I thought you loved me…"

"I-I do…" So many emotions were running through Bakura, as he stared at the light. "I would never hurt you-"

"Bullshit!" Ryou yelled, his head snapping up. "Look what you just did to me!"

"I did nothing!" Bakura yelled back. "Ryou…" He reached a hand, but Ryou slapped it away, pain in his eyes.

"Don't touch me." He spat, his voice and limbs trembling in rage. "Don't come near me."

"I DIDN'T DO THIS TO YOU!" Bakura yelled desperately. "RYOU, I LOVE YOU!" tears prickled in his eyes.

"NO YOU DON'T!" Ryou yelled. "You only pretended to just to get me in bed!"

"NO!" Bakura said. "Look Ryou, apart from the fact I NEVER did this, I ASKED YOU! Every single fucking time! Where the hell is this coming from?" He raked his fingers through his hair.

"Don't act so innocent!" Ryou yelled. "You did this to me! You DID!" Ryou swallowed, as tears trickled like crystal rivers down his bruised face.

"NO!" Bakura grasped both of Ryous shoulders and began to roughly shake him. "Gods Ryou, I ­love you. I would never take advantage of you like that, I love you. I never pressured you into anything you didn't want to do. I care about you, so much…" He gently cupped Ryous ivory face, his dark eyes glimmered with the tiniest sliver of tenderness. Ryous let out a choked sob, his own hands gently rested on Bakuras wrists.

"B-but… I-It was you…" Ryou whispered. "H-How you used to be… I guess I was stupid enough to think you had changed. Stupid enough to think you loved me… Why are you saying this? Are you guilty, for what you did?"

"I didn't do anything." Bakura growled, his teeth gritted tightly. "I didn't do this. Why the hell do you think I did this?"

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" Ryou wrenched himself away from Bakura, his breathing harsh and ragged. "Who else knows so much about me… It had to be you, you knew everything." Ryou was hysterical, sobbing helplessly with his head in his hands. "How could you do this to me… I loved you, I trusted you…. How could you do this?" Bakura backed away from the crying boy, his heart welling over with emotions."

"I-I'm sorry…" He whispered, standing up and gazing blankly at the crying boy. He didn't know what to do…

Bakura ran. He ran from the door and slammed it shut, leaning against it and panting. As he sunk to his knees, hot tears trickled down his ivory face. What the hell was going on? Why was Ryou so sure he had done that to him? Why would he beat and rape him like that? And oh god, his hair…

What the hell happened to him? Bakura closed his eyes and began to sob, pain, rage, confusion, and misery clouding over him like he was drowning in water. Ryou…

He didn't notice the lingering wisp of light filter under the crack of Ryous door.

Hoho, the plot thickens! XDDDD Now hurry andreview mindslaves... I-I mean, Reviewers. -cough-