Ello! -wavewave- I have some bad news.
I am giving up This is, the last chapter. It's been fun all, but I have soooo much homework, and I actually have a social life, and lets face it, this fic has gone on long enough. I mean, look how long it took me to write such a smallchapter!
Thanks to all of my reviewers, I will miss you all so much, -huggle- I hope you enjoy the last chapter, and I will remember you all. Well... Lets do this.
Disclaimer: I dont own it. Duh.
Ryou cried out, Bakuras fist crashing into his ribs. In a moment of panic, he released the spirit, and took a stumbling step back, his hair wildly in his eyes. Bakura smirked, as he held Ryous arms tightly, one hand brushing his bangs from glittering chocolate eyes.
"No…" Ryou whispered, struggling in the yamis grasp, skeletal fingers curled around slim limbs. "Let me go!" He tore an arm free of Bakura and scrabbled desperately at his other, tears coursing down his bruised face. "Please…"
"Oh, why is the little angel still crying?" Bakura sneered, his free hand brushing the tears from his face. Ryou shuddered, suppressing a sob.
"Please…. Let me go." He whispered. "I-I don't want this anymore…" He wrenched his other arm free, glaring at Bakura. "why are you doing this to me? How did I ever hurt you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"BULLSHIT you never hurt me!" Bakura yelled back, eyes narrowed in anger. "What about that mistrust, when you went poking into my memories? What about when you said you hated me?"
"You don't CARE!" Ryou retorted. "You said you didn't care, so don't try feeding me that crap, Bakura!" He withdrew a fist and brought it hard in Bakuras collarbone. The spirit screamed, a hand over his bruised collarbone, knees buckled slightly. "I'm not weak Bakura…" Ryou said coldly. "I'm stronger than you will ever be."
"Keep telling yourself that, then Ryou." Bakura smirked, balancing himself on his feet. "But you're not. You were always a scared little child… cowering in the depths of your soul room to let me control things for you when times got rough…" He gently cupped Ryous jawbone, the light shuddering.
"Shut up!" He yelled jerking away from Bakura. "Stop it! I don't want to hear it, just stop it stop it STOP IT!" Ryou started to cry again, holding his head in his hands. "Just shut the hell up!"
"You know it's true, don't you?" He said slowly, a smirk widening on his face. "You've always been pathetic, helpless little Ryou.."
"Shut the fuck up!" Ryou yelled, and abruptly smashed his fist into Bakuras temple. The spirit uttered a short gasp, and crumpled at Ryous feet, slumped into the carpet. Ryous eyes widened, knees weak as he backed away from the unconscious spirit, his hands over his mouth. Oh no, oh no, oh no…
"Bakura!" He yelled desperately, sinking to his knees beside the darkness, rolling him onto his back. "Bakura, please wake up!" He said tearfully, shaking his shoulder. It was a few moments before he saw the blood soaking through wild white locks. Oh no…
"NO!" Ryou yelled, shaking the yami harder. "Please Bakura, wake up, I didn't mean to hurt you, please wake up, please please please wake up…" He sobbed, tears cascading from his eyes and onto Bakuras shirt. "I didn't mean to do this…" He bit his lip at the blood pooling on the carpet. Ryou pushed aside heavy locks of white, chin trembling at the wound on Bakuras head… The one Ryou himself had made… He let out a long wail of despair, slumped onto the yamis chest. God, he didn't want to go that far, he didn't want to hurt Bakura… "Please…" He whispered, fingers tightening on the cotton shirt as he cried. "I didn't mean to…" Insides flooding with guilt, he lifted his silvery head, red-rimmed eyes gazing sadly at the still figure below him. Oh shit what had he done?
Ow.
Bakura had a baaad headache. He groaned, eyes slowly fluttering open and struggling to focus on the concerned face hovering over him. Ryou?
"Oh, thank goodness you're awake…" Ryou whispered, shifting slightly on the bed. It took Bakura a moment to realize he was leaning against soft cushions, and his head was tightly bandaged, the rough material under his hair stemming the thick flow of blood and slightly easing his pain. "Bakura-sama I am so sorry…" Ryou whispered, his head bowed. Bakura, on the other hand, was mildly impressed. Ryou had the guts- and the strength- to knock him out. Maybe he wasn't so weak after all. Ha. Bakura frowned, propping himself up on his elbows as he tried to sit up, but Ryou forced his back down, with a gentle but firm pressure in his hands and voice.
"You need to rest." Ryou said softly, concern in his warm eyes. "You-You had q-quite a shock…" He looked away, insides burning with guilt. "I am so so sorry, Bakura-sama, I didn't mean to, I just got mad, I-"
"Stop apologizing, Ryou." Bakura growled, closing his eyes and placing a hand over them. "It's nice to see you really do have a backbone." He rolled his eyes, and Ryou flushed, fingers toying with the cotton sheets. Bakuras mind, on the other hand, was spinning. Why did Ryou first, hit him so hard he was knocked out, and then tenderly care for him and watch over him, after all he did.
Ryou still loved him, obviously. Oh well, sucks for him. Bakura didn't love Ryou for what he did, snooping around in his hidden memories and then yelling at him just after he went poking around Bakuras private thoughts, the hypocrite. Bakura rolled over onto his side, despite a soft squeak of fright from Ryou, burying his pounding head in the pillow. GODS his head hurt.
"Ryou," Bakura growled into the pillow. "Have you got any fucking medicine for this headache or something?"
"Y-Yes, B-Bakura-sama." Ryou whispered in a trembling voice, his limbs shaking as he slid off of the bed and walked slowly across into the bathroom, extracting some painkillers and pouring a glass of water from the tap. He walked slowly over to the bed, but halfway there, he dropped the glass, the diamondique shards scattering across the floor.
"You stupid boy!" Bakura growled, heaving himself into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. "Cant you ever do anything fucking right?"
"I-I'm sorry…" Ryou whispered in his soft, shaking voice, tears threatening to slip down his face.
"And don't you dare start crying again, you little weakling." Bakura spat. "Honestly, Ryou, what hell is wrong with you?"
"I-I don't know…" Ryou whispered hopelessly, head bowed and tears trickling down his bruised ivory face.
"You're fucking crying, aren't you?" Bakura sneered, eyes blazing.
"N-No…" Ryou sniffed, shoulders shaking.
"Liar" Bakura scoffed, wishing he had the strength to walk over and give Ryou a big slap in the face to snap him out of it. Ryou was on his knees in the puddle of water, fingers twisted in his silvery hair as he sobbed tearfully.
"I-I'm so sorry, Bakura-sama…" Ryou wailed. "I-I'm so so sorry, I-I just-"
"Stop it." Bakura hissed. "Gods, Ryou get a hold of yourself and get over here!" Ryou just continued to cry, salty tears mixing with the cool water seeping through his jeans. "RYOU!" Bakura yelled angrily, eyes narrowed to slits and hands clenched into fists. Ryou let out a few more hiccupping sobs, which faded into soft whimpers, as he finally stood up, trembling legs tottering back towards the sink.
"I don't need water." Bakura snarled. "Just get the fuck over here." Ryou nodded and sniffed, his shoulders and back shaking to suppress his sobs, but tears still coursed down his soft creamy skin. He slowly stumbled to the bed, where Bakura was propped up against the headboard. Ryou held out a flat palm, where two of the small white tablets lay on his hand. Bakura snatched them up and swallowed, wincing softly as he felt them go slowly down his throat, sticking to his esophagus without water. He ignored it, drawing his attention to Ryou, who had broken back into heartbreaking sobs and wails, on his knees beside the bed, his head buried in the cotton coverlet.
"I'm so hopeless…" Ryou wailed. "I'm a weak pathetic loser… You're so right, Bakura-sama…" His sobs slightly muffled by the cotton duvet, he cried and cried. "I'm a stupid freak, I'm a weakling, I'm unwanted, and I'm a stupid little slut… You're right you're right…" Bakura just gazed in shock at the crying teen, who was cursing his own existence, not quite believing what he had done.
With just a few harsh words, Bakura had broken him.
Well, Thats it. It's been so fun all bai bai...
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HAHAHAHA! I FOOLED YEW, DIDN'T I? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FOOLS! MORTAL FOOLS!
-cough- Yes. I was joking. I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
I AM giving up READING it! I'm still going to write my arse off! and of COURSE this isnt the end! It wont be the end for AGES! I still have much plotty to got through -laffs- Dun worry, Minna-chan (Are there any guys out there? O.O) I will update in a few days. Four, at most. I swear. I mean, why would I quit writing this fic?
Well, I will see you in a few days! -waves and runs off cackling- Me and my sick jokes... I'LL UPDATE SOON!
R&R! n.n'''