ello again! Yes, yew are reading right, its been what, a day since I last updated? xD Something like that... I need a hobby.. xD
-sniffle- Man, I am ashamed of this... WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
For the record, Bakura is still in love with Ryou. Ryou does too, but right now is really shocked and upset with him. Bakura thinks Ryou doesn't love him though. -.- Bakura screwed up. Again. Hes sucha n idiot, but we love him for it. xD I also agree with what a few people said; Abusive Bakura is way cooler (And more fun to write) Than a big ol' softie Bakura. xD I;m weird. -groans- When will this fic end!
Disclaimer: -forgot last time.. opps...- No, I do not own Yugioh. However, I had a dream last night that I was watching Yugioh, and THIS story actually happened. It was on T.V and everything. Naturually in my dream I sued the arse of Takashi-Sama and got million. Why can't it happen in real life?
Ryou's eyes snapped open in shock, struggling to focus on the azure blue sky. His heart was pounding in fear, his harsh breathing caught in his throat. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…
"Hello, my little Ryou…" Bakura smirked, just a foot behind the partially conscious boy. Ryou yelled, jerking into a sitting position and backing away on his hands and knees, staring in shocked fear at the darkness.
"S-Stay away from me." Ryou stammered, tears pooling in his chocolate eyes. "P-Please…"
"Shut up." Bakura snarled, reaching out and tightly grasping Ryous thin wrist. The teen cried out in shock and pain and began to struggle, tears spilling out of dark mocha orbs. Bakura stood up, a trembling Ryou also hoisted to his feet.
"Please, Bakura…" The angel whispered tearfully. The yami didn't answer, as he began to march back towards the house. Ryou whimpered, desperately trying to pull away from the murderous yami, but to no avail. "Let me go…"
"No" Bakura sneered. "You were the little bitch curious enough to go probing through my fucking memories, now weren't you?"
"I just wanted to know!" Ryou yelled, sinking to his knees. "Please, don't be like this…" Bakura sighed, and with his other slim hand, yanked Ryou up by his armpits and began to literally drag him back towards the house. Ryou kicked, struggled, cried…. But Bakura took no heed, throwing the youth's fragile frame into the room and slamming the door.
"Don't be like what?" Bakura spat. "This is me. Not the face I wore to try and make you happy, to make you love me…" Ryou thought he could see a flash of sadness in Bakura mahogany orbs, but it was swallowed up by a cold snap of anger.
"Y-Yami…" Ryou whispered tearfully. "Please…"
"Well, fuck you Ryou." Bakura snarled. "I don't need your fucking love Ryou. You're still mine. Always mine…."
"No!" Ryou moaned tearfully, his shattered heart paining his chest. "You don't own me, you don't, you don't you don't…." No one owned Ryou; he was his own person…
"I do so." The demon leered on all fours over the crying boy. "You're all mine. My pretty hikari." Ryou sobbed and sobbed miserably, shaking his silvery head.
"You don't own me!" Ryou repeated stubbornly. "No one does! No one. No one. No one."
"Shut up!" Bakura yelled, hitting Ryou hard across the face. The angel yelped, holding a hand to his bruised face and closing his eyes. "You're mine. I created what you are now. I own you. And nothing you say will ever change that." With this, he stood up, leaving a bruised and heartbroken Ryou sobbing on the floor.
"Y-Yami…" The angel whispered brokenly, and struggled to stand up. "P-Please…"
"Shut up." Bakura snarled, methodically checking the locks on the two doors of the house.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Ryou stammered, running over to the door, finding it locked. "YAMI!"
"I'm not letting you get away." Bakura breathed into Ryous ear, tightly seizing his now bruised wrist. "Some of the most fun moments I can remember involved you. Not when we were in 'love'-" He spat out the word as though it was poison. "When I had you completely under my control. If only you could remember, my Ryou. It was so fun. Having you beg, scream, cry, pleading for release…." Ryou let out a cry of disgust, and jerked away, breathing hard and eyes welling with tears of misery.
"Y-You're sick." Ryou gasped, rubbing his sore wrist. "H-How can you do this to me, I thought you loved me!"
"I did." Bakura lied, eyes cast heaven ward. He does. He loved Ryou with a deep fiery passion- But was it love? Or was it merely a lust for Ryous gorgeous looks and soft persona… He shook his head mentally. Not now. He couldn't think about this now. It just wasn't fair. How? How could Ryou betray him like this? How could he turn on the yami like this? He deserved to be punished for this. He deserved to feel that heartbreaking pain Bakura had been forced to experience so much. He had to do this…
"N-No…" Ryou whimpered. How could this happen? It was like his world was crashing down around his ears. Ryou sank to his knees, the horrible sick feeling of heartbreak still burning deep in his chest. He couldn't, he couldn't…
"You BASTARD!" Ryou blurted out, lifting his silvery head. "I-I trusted you. I woke up one day with no idea of anything and I trusted you. I loved you! Even though I had never seen you before in my life. And you, you lied to me. You fucking LIED to me!" Ryous hands balled into fists. "How could you do this to me, how could you base me feelings and my love on a lie?" Tears coursed down the shattered angels' ivory face. "I can't believe this, I just can't. H-How could you take advantage of me like that? How could you just-just lie and-" Ryou broke off, as he burst into heartbreaking sobs that wracked his thin frame.
"Stop it." Bakura snarled, glaring in contempt at the teen crying at his feet. "stop it, stop it, stop it. STOP CRYING!" Ryou only wailed louder, his choked sobs increasing in volume. "RYOU!" Oh god… He just wanted to gather Ryou in his arms and kiss away all of his tears so badly. But… He betrayed him. Ryou betrayed him, and the little bitch didn't love him anymore. Not now that he had seen the sadistic demon within. But Bakura still loved- lusted after Ryou. Fuck, he didn't know anymore.
"I-I can't…" Ryou wailed hopelessly. "How could you Bakura… How- How c-could you? H-How could you hurt me s-so m-much…" He buried his head in his hands. Bakura rolled his eyes, gazing in contempt at the crying boy, before bending down and hoisting him in slim but strong arms. Ryou squeaked, and began to struggle, his choked sobs and whimpers reverberating through the otherwise silent air. Bakura dumped him heavily on the plush white velvet couch, the young teen cried out, curling into a small ball with his head in his arms as he sobbed. Bakura sneered, and rolled his eyes perching beside the angel. He reached out a slim pale finger, gently wiping a crystalline tears trickling down Ryous pale bruised face, and licked the salty fluids from his hand. Ryou whimpered in revulsion and buried his head deeper into his thin arms.
"Ryou, Ryou Ryou…" Bakura teased in a sarcastic sing-song, his hands beginning to roam over the crying teens slim form. "You're so beautiful when you cry…" He let out a long sigh, pushing Ryou firmly onto the couch. The angel whimpered, and began to struggle, shaking his head in protest.
"Y-Yami- Omph!" Ryou was cut off by the spirits mouth on his. The teen screamed, the choked yell muffled by Bakura tongue sliding into his mouth. Ryou shook like a frightened rabbit, desperately flailing his limbs around to free himself, but to no avail. Bakura smirked as he deepened the kiss, slim digits roaming under his thin tee-shirt. "Noo…" Ryou whispered, and struggled, abruptly biting the spirit hard on the tongue. Bakura yelped and jerked away, a hand to his mouth as he gazed down at the glaring Ryou.
"You little slut!" Bakura spat, as he hit Ryou hard across the face. Ryou closed his eyes briefly, but made no sound, glaring at Bakura without moving, the left side of his face flushed bright red. "How dare you!"
"How dare you try and violate me like this!" Ryou retorted. "I can't believe you're taking advantage of me like this!" He let out a choked sob. "Please Yami…"
"Shut it." Bakura growled, an ugly look on his face (Not that he can ever be ugly xD) as he wiped away a small droplet of blood gathering on his lip. "I don't want to hear your annoying voice."
"NO!" Ryou screamed, pulling himself into a sitting position. "First, you hide the fact you beat the crap out of me for so long, and now you try and take advantage of me and-and…" He broke off, shuddering. "I-I don't believe you… I can't believe I TRUSTED you!"
"Shut up!" Bakura shoved Ryou back down on the couch, pressing hard on his shoulders. He wasn't thinking straight, fury pulsating through his veins as he glared at the angel underneath him. He whimpered, closing his eyes against the cold glare of the spirit. Bakura was angry, so angry at Ryou, for doing this to him, and Ryou was heartbroken when he realized the true side of his lover.
"B-Bakura please… I'll do anything, just please please calm down… You're-you're really scaring me…" He opened his eyes and bit his lip, gazing deep into Bakuras hardened earth eyes.
"Shut up." Bakura snarled. "If you say another fucking word I'll cut you're fucking tongue out."
"But-" Ryous plea was cut off by a sharp blow across his already bruised and reddened face. He cried out, closing his eyes in defeat as he slumped into the couch cushions, his chin trembling. Bakura smirked, bending over the limp boy, his long slim fingers slowly trailing up the creamy skin of his thin stomach under his shirt. Ryou trembled, eyes clenched tightly as he felt Bakuras tongue force his soft rose lips open, exploring his sweet mouth. His slim hands were clenched into fists, and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, tears trickling from the corners of his eyes and into his white hair. This wasn't right, this wasn't…
What was Bakura doing? Didn't he love Ryou? The angels heart was breaking further as he lay on the couch motionlessly, suppressing a whimper in his throat as Bakuras' slim fingers began to trail on the inside of his thigh. I have to stop this…
"Let me GO!" Ryou yelled, pulling away from Bakura and struggling desperately for freedom. "Let me GO Bakura!" Fear and panic welled up in his throat as he gazed at the spirit, hands tightly clasped around Ryous flailing wrists. "Letmegoletmegoletmego!" The angel yelled hysterically, trying to pull himself free. Bakura snarled, eyes narrowed in anger as he released one of Ryous wrists. And without a moments warning, before Ryou had a second to react, he hit him hard around the temple.
The angel dropped like a stone, unconscious on the plush couch cushions. The demon grinned, picking Ryou bridal style and throwing him onto the bed, proceeding to remove him of his socks and shoes. Bakura slid Ryous long sleeved shirt over his head, yanking his faded jeans down slim hips. Ryous cotton boxers came last, the soft material sliding easily down his thin creamy legs. Bakura gasped at the unconscious angel's soft beauty, running a hand over his milky skin like a silken cloth on a piece of polished wood. Bakura sighed, sliding over the bed and to the floor, rifling through one of the drawers. He looked again at the angel walking back to the bed with what he wanted, sitting on the mattress a few inches away from the unconscious teen.
God, he was a sadistic bastard. And he loved it.
-gringrin- You know what's up next, Dontcha? LEMON! WITH BONDAGE! AND KNIVES! -dribbledance- I can;t wait to write it...