-randomly pops up- Ello! xD Guess whos back, back again... Lanis back... Tell a friend... Rub my back, rub my back...
I stop now. -smiles- But... please rub my back! XD JOKING! Argh! look at me! I havent updated in four days AND its a short crappy chapter. With violence. And this time Ryou isn't the aubsee!... Much... -.-'' But I should be updating a bit more frequently, especially as I was kicked out of my class because I kept not-working (Mainly writing in class and talking... hehehe) and now I am in an uber-cabbage class where the work is pathetically easy, and there is almost no homework. Life is good. xDD
Disclaimer: Oh YES I TOTALLY own it. I AM SO A forty-year-old business man! -models suit- Does my but look big in this?
Ryou leaned back into the velvety couch, tears stinging his eyes. What the hell was he going to do to make sure Bakura didn't hurt him anymore? He was helpless, lying here weakly on the couch, his thin limbs shaking. He might as well wear a big sign saying "Come and rape me!"
He lifted his head, and gazed at Bakura, cupping his chin in one hand, a slight frown on his face as his mind going away at full tick. It had been an hour since Ryou had collapsed on the couch, and he was quietly curled into a ball, trying to catch his strength and get a few moments of sleep. He was still exhausted. He wanted to sleep all day and all night, but there was no chance of that happening. After a few moments of consideration, he struggled to his feet, shaky legs carrying him to the small bathroom.
A freezing cold shower helped to jar Ryou into complete consciousness, and regain his strength. It also helped to wash the blood from his back and thighs. And the tears running down his creamy face. He stepped out of the glassy box, wrapping a towel around his thin waist and in his wild locks. Leaving the bloodstained underwear on the floor, he made his way into the small lounge, finding Bakura was still unconscious on the bed. Ryou bit his lip, as he made his way towards the small dresser drawers, fingers crossed that there was something there.
He was disappointed. The drawers were empty, save for an old paperclip, and a small, thin book. Ryou fought back tears, sinking on to the bed miserably and holding his face in his hands. Did he have to go and wear those filthy clothes again? He cast an eye to the rumpled jeans and shirt, swallowing the lump in his throat as he stumbled over to pull them on. They felt faintly warm, and dirty on his clean skin, but there was nothing he could do about it. Ryou sank back on the bed, newly clothed, and wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his head on his knees. He felt so lost, and confused, like his life was stuck in freeze-frame. He hadn't seen his friends in ages, hadn't gone to school, he hadn't even eaten since yesterday morning. He hated it. Ryou just wanted his life to be normal, he just wanted… to be loved. The angel broke down into sobs, his hands pressed firmly against his mouth to stop the sound of his tears from reaching Bakura. This was so fucked up… He wanted out of here…. Ryou collapsed into the mattress of the bed, head buried in his arms.
Please, someone get me out of this hell...
The angel awoke half an hour later to find Bakura stroking his hair and neck. Ryou squeaked, and pulled away, his face flushed and breathing harsh.
"Stay away from me." Ryou whispered, crawling backwards on his hands and knees. Bakura smirked, and began to follow Ryou, grasping his arms tightly in his hands. Ryou cried out, and began to struggle, tears forming in his dark mocha eyes.
"NO!" Ryou yelled, and with a burst of strength he didn't know he had, Ryou wrenched one of his arms free, and hit Bakura hard across the face.
Bakura froze, his eyes wide in shock as he released Ryous other arm, the light glaring unblinkingly at Bakura.
"Don't come near me Bakura." Ryou said through gritted teeth, his hands clenching into fists. "I'm not your fucking sex toy, I'm not your slave, so don't fucking treat me like one!" His voice grew into shouts at the last words, eyes narrowed in fury. Bakura was stunned, but a second later, he regained his composure, and seized Ryous arms again.
"Don't try to fucking question me." Bakura snarled, and grinned. "You're nothing. A weak pathetic little nothing"
"NO!" Ryou screamed, wrenching himself free of the spirit, and pushing himself off of the bed and onto his feet. "I am NOT your slave!" Bakura frowned, standing up as well; hand on his hips as he glared at the light.
"Yes, you are." Bakura smirked, walking towards Ryou, running slim fingers over his neck and collarbone. Ryou closed his eyes and shuddered. "See?" He mocked, cupping his delicate neck. "You have no will, no resistance." Ryou sighed, dropping his head to expose creamy skin. "You're nothing." He leaned forward, placing his tongue on his milky collarbone. Ryou let out a sharp gasp, his eyes clenched tightly. "Completely under my control…"
"No…" Ryou whispered. "No, no no…" He opened teary mocha eyes, narrowed in anger. "I am not under your control, you don't own me, and I AM NOT NOTHING!" Ryou wrenched himself free of Bakura and punched him hard in the stomach. Bakura screamed, and doubled over, one hand on his bruising abdomen as he struggled for breath. Ryou swallowed hard, chin trembling as he gazed at the spirit on his knees on the ground, gasping for air. "I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE!" Ryou yelled tearfully, hurling his foot hard into Bakuras side. "I DO have a will!" He yelled weakly, sinking to his knees, his hands over his face.
Bakura snarled, as he struggled to his feet, glowering at the light on his knees. Ryou swallowed deeply, whimpers turning into screams as Bakura grasped his hair, and pulled him to his feet.
"Shut up, you pathetic weakling!" Bakura growled, punching Ryou hard in the stomach. The light screamed, eyes flashing in anger, as he brought his knee hard up in between Bakuras legs, who gasped, releasing the angel as he bent double, hands over his… 'Sensitive' spot, and he screwed his eyes shut tightly. Ryou grinned, and kicked Bakura hard in the knees, the spirit letting out a choked cry, sinking to his knees, as Ryou caught him hard in the chest.
"I'M NOT A WEAKLING!" He yelled, tears wobbling his voice, hands twirled in his hair. Bakura smirked, and wavered slightly as he got to his feet, hitting Ryou hard across the face. Ryou cried out, falling to his rear and crying out in pain, and Bakura grinned, as he leered over him, slamming a foot into his chest. The angel let out a choked sob, as he struggled under Bakuras foot.
"Yes you are" He smirked, applying more pressure to his feet. Ryou sobbed hopelessly, shaking his head as tears rained down his bruised porcelain face. "Say it." Bakura released his foot a little, so Ryou could breathe, glaring down on the younger boy.
"No." Ryou whispered, eyes flashing defiance at Bakura. "I'm not a weakling." With another moment of struggling, he rolled out from underneath Bakuras foot, as he stumbled to his feet. "I'm not." He retracted a fist, slamming it hard into Bakuras jaw, the darkness taking a few steps back, his hand held over the side of his face. "I'm not your fucking slave Bakura, I'm my own person!" He yelled tearfully. Hands clenched into fists. "I'm my own person…" He repeated softly, his voice shaking and face running with tears. "Please… just stop all of this and let things go back to the way things were… I want to love you again, I want to just be happy…" He ran a hand through his hair. "Please, yami…"
"Shut up." Bakura spat, bloody eyes narrowed in rage. "Shut the fuck up, Ryou. I hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU!" He hit Ryou hard in the stomach, the light crying out and doubling over. "I HATE you Ryou! I hate you I hate you! I hate the pathetic way you're always crying, how you look and act like a girl, how-how beautiful you are…" He glared in contempt at the trembling light, who wrapped his arms around his trembling form. "I-I hate you…" Ryou let out a deep breath, and stiffened, before lifting up red-rimmed eyes filled with a glittering chocolate.
"Well fuck you." Ryou said slowly and angrily, and without warning, he seized a handful of Bakuras wild locks, dragging the spirit a step towards him. "I-I could give you a chance, Bakura. I care about you, I want to be with you…" Ryou wrapped a hand over the spirits neck, crushing his windpipe. Bakura choked, hands clenched tightly on Ryous wrist, the light whimpering as the yami tightened his hold, but didn't let go. Bakura tried twisting Ryous wrist around, but the light held firm on his hair and throat, determination burning in his eyes. He wasn't going down like this.
o.0 -ish confused by weirdness- Yay Ryou! Trying to change Bakura... its sweet. -smiles- R&R!