Beijing! -nodnod- Here we have a crappy chappy. n.n;; Enjoy- or try to. Yes, this is weird. Its all weird. You're weird. n.n''
Disclaimer: I dont own it. Ryou wears a shirt, so no, I dont own it. -sniffles-
Ryou sat up abruptly in the bed, breath heaving, and sweat clinging in small beads to his forehead. Bakura slept beside him silently, one hand locked with Ryous. The angel flopped back onto the covers, his heart pounding, and mind racing a million miles an hour.
What the hell was that? It definitely was no ordinary nightmare, that much Ryou knew. Terrifying screams and cries of help echoed across his mind. Ryou shuddered in remembrance, and turned over to look at the sleeping demon. He reached out a slim white hand, locking it with his other bound fingers. It didn't matter. Nothing could ever hurt him, nothing could scare him, after all, he was with Bakura. He would love him, take care of him, make sure he was safe.
"Ryou?" Bakura whispered softly his eyes fluttering open. Ryou smiled softly, giggling as the demons hands strayed from his fingers to his slim creamy sides.
"B-Bakura!" Ryou laughed, giggling again as Bakura hovered over him on all fours. The yami smirked, leaning down to claim Ryous lips in a soft tender kiss. Ryous gasped into the yamis open mouth, and moaned, his fingers going up to Bakuras silky silver locks. They broke apart a few minutes later, gasping for breath. The yami snuggled into Ryou, his catlike frame covering the angel like a blanket as his head was buried into the teen's hair. Ryou smiled softly at the warmth, and Bakura sighed, pulling the blanket over his thin naked limbs as Ryou slowly fell into a deep sleep underneath him.
"You're mine, Ryou…" Bakura whispered, stroking the angels hair softly. "All mine. And I can't let anyone ever take you. Anyone. If they lay a finger on you, I'll kill them." He whispered savagely, his hold on Ryou tightening. "No one will ever have you. No one." He continued to whisper this like a mantra, stroking Ryous hair as he held him possessively.
Ryou forced back a whimper as he lay on the bed, smothered by the dark. He had heard every word of Bakuras.
And he was scared.
"Wake up…" Bakura whispered, gently shaking the light out of his fitful slumber. "Hikari, come on." He said more firmly. Ryou, on the other hand, was wide awake, his face pressed into the pillow. In fact, he hadn't slept for most of the night. Those words Bakura whispered into his ear last night. So that's all he was? Bakuras possession? Or was it something deeper… He didn't even know. Ryou was so confused…
"Ryou!" Bakura snarled angrily, and actually raised a fist to strike the stubborn. He let out a deep breath, relaxing his hand back to the covers, and glared at the sleeping boy. "Ryou, sweetie, please…"
Ryou sighed softly, and finally opened his eyes, gazing up at the face of the spirit leaning over him. "Morning…" He whispered, pulling himself into an upright position as he feigned pretending to wake up. "Sleep well?"
"Like a rock." Bakura grinned, and wrapped his arms around Ryous slim middle. "You?"
"Pretty well," Ryou lied, his insides shrinking at the yamis possessive touch. Why didn't he see it before, the way Bakura looked at him, held him, kissed him, especially when others were around. He was making sure Ryou was still his. Why?
"Good." Bakura groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "Geez, aren't you hungry?" He looked over at the boy who sat upright on the bed, his blanket wrapped tightly around his slim middle.
"A little." Ryou whispered timidly, his eyes trained on the floor. He twisted a corner of the sheet, his mind buzzing away at a million miles an hour. He didn't get it. Bakura was a cold bastard, Malik told Ryou that. But… Why was he only nice to Ryou? What was going on, what had happened? Ryou sighed, his head sinking to his hands. God. All he wanted was to be free. He just wanted his old life back. Or at least something normal, something in control. He hated this.
Fuck, Bakura loved this. Ryous hands were twisted in the sheets, his eyes downcast, the perfect air of submission around him. True, being dominant over a weakling like Ryou was nothing to brag about, but to Bakura, it was one of the best feelings in the world. He was so caught up, he never began to think why Ryou was going through this change in demeanor.
"I-I better fix something to eat…" Ryou whispered, sliding out of bed and bending over, pulling on shirt and a pair of jeans. "You hungry?" Bakura shook his head, gazing at Ryou, who walked slowly over to the small kitchenette in the one-room cottage, opening the fridge like a zombie and pulling out various items of food. Feeling the yamis eyes boring into the back of his head, Ryou sighed, a tremor of fear running through him as he began to prepare himself breakfast.
"Ryou?" Bakura wrapped his arms around the lights slim waist, nuzzling his neck. Ryou froze, his lips pressed together and eyes fixated on the dishes he was currently washing. "You're so tense… What's wrong?"
"What am I?" Ryou whispered, lightly tugging himself away from Bakura and wiping his hands on his jeans.
"Huh?" Bakura was puzzled. "You're… Ryou. My hikari. Mine."
"Yours…" Ryou said softly, staring at the floor for a few moments, before bursting into tears and running out of the house.
He finally paused in his running a few hundred yards away from the house, atop a emerald green hill, soft and rolling. He fell to his knees, sinking onto his back and gazing up at the iridescent sapphire sky. Tears trickled down his face, as Bakuras words reverberated around in his little silver head. Mine, mine, mine…
"No…" Ryou whispered, closing his eyes. "I'm not, I'm not…" He rolled over onto his stomach, and began playing morosely with the blades of grass. "I'm my own person. He doesn't own me, he doesn't." Ryou slumped into the emerald grass, the earthy scent filling his nostrils. "He can't…" The angel screwed his eyes shut, his fists clenched on the soft blades of grass. "He can't…."
Oh, Ryou was tired, so damn tired… Sleep overtook the physically and emotionally exhausted boy in a few short seconds.
"Huh?" Ryou was surprised to find out he had woken up on a small, soft bed. He pulled himself into an upright position and rubbed his eyes, gazing around the small room in confusion. A small bookshelf, a huge cabinet of dolls, various toys cluttered around the place… Was this some sort of a dream? Ryou hoisted himself off of the bed, looking around the room in confusion until he found the small sky blue door. He pulled it open and stuck his head in the corridor, his soft hair swinging over his eyes. He brushed it out in agitation, and walked slowly down the hallway, his warm mocha eyes fixated on the iron black door on the other side of the stone corridor. After a moment hesitation, he pulled it open, stepping inside.
The large room was an ebony black, and seemed to be made entirely of deep, swirling shadows. Ryou took another step into the creepy room, confusion knitting his brows. Against his judgment, the angel reached out to touch the walls, finding to his surprise that they were solid, made of stone, and he could lightly feel some strange carvings. Looking to his right, Ryou found that there was a series of strange doors, all carved with what looked hieroglyphics. He made his was over the dark room, to those strange large black doors.
Strange, This door here looked… well, not a black ebony, but a dark grey, edged very faintly with white. Ryou traced his fingers over the contours of the doorknob and bit his lip, as he pulled the huge slab open.
Inside was what looked like a dark purple maze, the walls, floor and ceiling constantly moving and shifting. Ryou gulped, some unknown curiosity, a drive, urging him along further down the corridor.
Suddenly, a large scream tore through the air. Ryou pulled up short in his cautious walk and froze, looking around him in fear.
"Please…. Stop Yami-sama, I'm sorry…"
"You're not." The next voice was harsh and cold. Bakura… Ryou ran, confusion and fear hitching his throat as he struggled to find the source of the noise. Stumbling across a small room a few minutes later, Ryou froze, his eyes wide at the scene before him.
"You little Slut." Bakura screamed, throwing a large blow to the teens stomach, causing him to collapse to the floor. Ryou whimpered, his head bowed as his shoulders shook with sobs.
"Please, Yami-sama… I Didn't mean to-" He was cut of by a sharp slap across the face. The sobbing teen cried out, holding a hand to his bruised cheek.
"Don't feed me that." Bakura hissed, towering over Ryou. "So you didn't mean to purposely disobey what I said."
"I had homework!" Ryou protested, struggling to stand up. "If I fail school, then my father would get called, and-"
"Like he cares." Bakura spat. "And I don't either. Fuck school, it's a waste of time. I never went, and look at me, I was one of the richest in Egypt!"
"But… Bakura-sama, I like school. It's the only time I-"
"You what?" Bakura hissed, sliding onto his knees. "Tell me, my host, tell me."
"I-It's the only time I get to be normal…" Ryou whispered, hanging his head and beginning to wail hopelessly in misery. Bakura merely smirked, and lifted Ryou chin with a single finger, gazing coldly into wet red rimmed eyes.
"You were never normal." Bakura sneered. "Before you even knew me, you were always the child at the back of the class. You never fitted in, and don't kid yourself just because you have a group of people to tag along with is that you're normal."
"I hate you." Ryou sobbed, tears trickling down his bruised ivory face. I hate you I hate you!" Ryou wrenched himself free and took a step back. "Why are you doing this to me, Why are you hurting me?"
"It's so fun." Bakura said simply. "Your screams are more beautiful than the purest music. Your blood is so sweet…" He reached out a hand and gently cupped the side of Ryous face. "Everything about you is fucking perfect." Ryou held his head in his hands and sobbed and sobbed, his body wracked in pain, misery, and grief.
Ryou took a step back from the room, fear and disbelief running through him. No. That wasn't true… He began to run, tears trickling down his own ivory face.
Oh, poor Ryou chan and Kura. -smiles- I never give them a break, do I? n.n
R&R