Bonjour! xD Ello Minna-san! xDDD -bounces- Another super-speedy update, so ENJOY! xDD
Another warning for sadism here... Bakura decides to play a little 'game' with Ryou... Bwhahahaha... I am a sadist...
Disclaimer: I dont own, you dont sue...
Ryou groaned slightly, shaking his head as he woke up. His vision was fuzzy and distorted, and he rubbed his eyes tired and shaky.
"Finally awake?" Bakura said beside him. Ryou froze, and clenched his eyes tight, holding his head in his hands.
"Don't come near me." Ryou whispered, his blistered skin still stinging painfully, like a sunburn, but words. "Stay away from me."
"Oh?" Bakura said in a teasing voice, beginning to stroke the angels soft white hair. Ryou shuddered and began to cry, his thin form shaking.
"Please, Bakura-sama, just leave me alone…" Ryou whispered, just wanting to sit down and have a good cry to himself. Bakura merely smirked, edging closer and closer to the white-haired beauty, pressing his face into Ryous cotton coloured hair. The angel shuddered in revulsion, suppressing a sob in his throat as Bakura snaked his hands around the lights slim naked waist. Burying his face into the arm of the plush couch, as Bakura relished the feel and smell of his hair, Ryou sobbed helplessly, his head buried in his arms, Bakuras hot breath on his neck. The yami smiled, his hands roaming over his flat abdomen. Ryou froze, his sobs hitching in his throat as Bakura began to make his way lower and lower. Bakura pulled the light into his lap, still keeping his face buried in his silky locks, Ryous hands clenched into fists on the couch, the feeling of helplessness washing over him in a depressing wave. The yami smiled into Ryous hair as his hands continued to massage the tense muscles, The angel shaking and shuddering like a leaf, tears trickling down his face.
"Oh, don't cry." Bakura sneered in his cold voice, his hands now turning Ryous shoulders to gaze into his eyes. Ryou blinked, his eyes cast downward. Bakura smirked, proceeding to kiss Ryous salty tears from his ivory face. The angel shuddered, clenching his eyes tightly shut as more tears began to trickle down his face. He didn't want this, he wanted out, someone please let him out…
Huh. Bakura frowned at the blood on the white velvet couch, and the sobbing Ryou, curled into a ball. He didn't think the angel would still bleed this much if he was taken, but he was so fucking tight…
Ryou trembled as Bakuras hands ran over his shaking form, and abruptly stood up, stumbling as he tried to run, and fell, his silvery hair like a curtain over his face. Bakura snorted at the mess of a boy, as he leered over him.
"You're pathetic." The yami sneered over Ryou. The angel made no movement, but his lip trembled, tears running down his hidden face.
"P-Please, Bakura-sama…" He whispered, holding his arms close to his shivering body. All he wanted to do was lay down and die. This hurt so much, how his yami, his love, his Bakura was hurting him like this. He didn't know how much more of this torture he could take…
"Get up" Bakura said abruptly, kicking Ryou in the side to make him move. Ryou whimpered, curled into his tiny little ball, but didn't move, his thin limbs shaking.
"I said get UP!" He hurled his foot harder into Ryous side, making him cry out from the force of the yamis kick, as he fell over onto his side, sobbing and shaking. "Get UP Ryou!" He kicked the boy hard in the stomach, and Ryou screamed, his hands held over his face. "RYOU!"
"I c-can't…" Ryou moaned weakly, slumped into the floor. Bakura rolled his eyes, seizing Ryous arms, and dragging him up to a standing position. Ryou wavered on his feet for a moment, but managed to keep his balance, gazing up at Bakura with wet eyes.
"P-Please, Bakura-sama… Can I at least have some clothes?" He whispered, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. Bakura smirked, running his hands down Ryous soft skin, the light clenching his eyes tightly shut, trying to block out the slim fingers dancing up his side. "Bakura…"
"Oh, hush, silly little light." He muttered in a sarcastic sing-song, fingers combing white hair. "You're too pretty for those ugly stained clothes." He whispered, burying his head in Ryous hair. Ryou whimpered, trying but failing to push the spirit away. As he slumped hopelessly into the yami, Bakura snorted, as he roughly dragged Ryou and threw him on the bed, crawling over him on all fours, the light sobbing and shaking beneath him.
"P-Please…" He whispered pathetically curled on his side with his hands over his face. "Not again." Tears trickled down his cheeks, wiped away by Bakuras slim fingers. "Please. Bakura-sama…" He pressed his face deeper into the pillow, shoulders shaking with tears he refused to let fall.
"Oh, no." the spirit whispered lightly. "Not right now, I think… Lets…. Lets play a game." Ryous head snapped up, as he gazed at Bakura with fear swimming in his wet eyes. No… He shook his head desperately, as Bakura placed a chin on his finger deep in thought. "Yes… A game…"
"NO!" Ryou cried out desperately, tears falling down his face. "Please, no games, I don't want to play a game…"
"Shut up." Bakura growled, hitting Ryou hard across the face. The angel cried out, holding a hand to his cheek as the spirit frowned and raised his eyes heavenwards, thinking of the perfect game to play (Thrown in with his own sadistic twist of course)
"Now, Ryou…" Bakura sneered over the terrified boy. "Ever heard of game called Mercy?" Ryou yelped and shrank away from the darkness, shaking his head softly. Nooooo… "No? Let me enlighten you on the rules… I take your arm…" He grasped Ryous wrist tightly. "And I hurt you until you say 'mercy.' But of course…" He smirked, drawing the knife from his pocket. Ryou squeaked, pressing his lips together, shaking his head. Bakura grinned. "Lets see If you can last for five minutes. If you win, I will leave you alone all night long. If you lose…" He grinned sadistically. "Be prepared to experience limits of pain you never thought possible."
"A-And what if I don't want to play?" Ryou whimpered, trembling like a leaf in fear. Bakura sneered, laying the knife gently in the base of his wrist.
"That wasn't an option." Bakura said nastily. "Oh, and another rule. In order to win, you can't scream. You can whimper, you can sob, you can cry, but you cannot scream." Ryous eyes widened, his chin trembling, but he nodded, clenching his eyes tight. Bakura grinned, digging the blade deep into his skin, a red line welling in its wake. Ryou bit his lip and whimpered, casting a desperate eye to the clock. 3:56 PM. Oh god… Bakura dug the knife deeper into the angels arm, and dragged it sharply upwards at a ninety degree angle, along the plane in his slim arm along the bottom of his thumb, creamy white skin breaking open as blood coursed out of his cut arm. Bakura brought the blade to the inside of Ryous trembling forearm, tracing a large circle inside his arm. He lifted his eyes from the circle to Ryou, who was crying silently, his chin trembling. Bakura rolled his eyes and lowered his dark orbs to the bloodied circle on his arm, slitting a five pointed star inside it, blood pouring out of the pentagram carved into Ryous skin.
Oh god.. His arm was in so much pain, he was biting his tongue to the point of drawing blood, tears coursing down his chocolate eyes clouded in agony. Bakura smirked, dragging the blade deeper as he began carving a strange, but beautiful pattern along Ryous arm. The light gulped, clenching his eyes tightly as his fingers clenched tightly into a fist. 3:59 PM. He clenched his eyes tighter, as the blade slowly worked up to his upper arm, his arm dripping with blood. 4:00 PM. Almost there. Ryou was actually proud of himself, managing to stay quiet for nearly five minutes as his arm was sliced into ribbons. Bakura growled as he caught the small smile on his face, and abruptly stabbed the knife into his arm.
Ryous eyes flew open as he screamed, the point of the knife actually glinting on the other side of his arm. He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, sick with fear and disappointment, and nervousness. "No, Bakura-sama, please…" he sobbed, his other hand over his face. "That's not fair…"
"It's the game." Bakura gloated, raising the knife to his lips. "And you lost. Did you really think I was going to let you win?" He snorted. "I am the master, the yami, the darkness. I will always win. Always." Ryou continued to cry, positively sick with fear of what the yami was going to do.
"You realize what you've done?" Bakura leered over the boy, stroking the inside of Ryous arm, tracing the carved pentagram softly. Ryou curled tightly into a small ball, his eyes tightly closed so he couldn't look at Bakuras cold wooden orbs glinting maliciously down on him. "I guarantee, Hikari, this night will be the worst of your life." He whispered, his lips just brushing Ryous. The light finally opened his chocolate optics, whimpering in pure fear at the spirit.
He just hoped he could survive.
O.O -ducks random pointy objects- I am going to be in trouble for this... Ryous gonna be hurt alot by the time is over... xD
R&R!