-pops up- Ello all! I have sad sad news... I will be gone for four days, and not be able to write in that time... >> Sorreh... A thousand sorrehs... It will take me a few days to first get a plotline and then write it, so I will wee yew in a week.. -sniff-
Hey, question, who else thinks has sorta... died, ya know? The admin hasnt updated since August...
Disclaimer: I dont own it... >>
Bakura slowly blinked dark eyes open, his chocolate orbs widening when he saw Ryou sleeping gently, sprawled out beside him with his hair over closed eyes. Bakura sighed softly, frowning when he felt his fingers locked with something.
Ryou was… Holding his hand as he slept. Bakura bit his lip, a…. squicky feeling welling in his stomach. Blushing, he snatched his hand away, and turned over on his side, away from the light, glaring at the wall for a few moments. Without warning, the darkness turned over, and hit Ryou hard across the face. Ryou woke up with a scream, jerking into a sitting position with a hand over his face. It was a moment before he composed himself, and turned to look at Bakura with an accusing look in soft brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, Bakura-sama…" He whispered, eyes lowered down to the blanket. Bakura frowned.
"What for?" He asked harshly, glaring at the young light. Ryou looked up, slightly confused.
"I-I must have done something to upset you, Bakura-sama." He said softly. "Why else did you hit me? I-I'm terribly sorry, and if you tell me what I did wrong, I promise I won't do it again." He looked up at the light with big, imploring eyes.
"You, you-" Bakura growled, getting out from under the sheets, stalking away from the light. Ryou let out a small cry of confusion, and stumbled out of bed, falling to his knees. He heaved himself up on to his feet, straggling behind the yami.
"Bakura-sama." He whispered, eyes welled with fear and disappointment. "Please tell me what I did wrong." Bakura clenched his fists tightly, head bowed, and shoulders shaking with anger at his stupid light.
"You." The darkness spat, turning around and glaring cold fire at the trembling light. "I hate everything about you, Ryou! I hate your innocence and light! I wish you would go away! I wish you would die!" One of his fists flew out, catching Ryou hard in the collarbone. The light cried out, sinking to his knees and holding his head in his hands, bursting into tears. "Ryou, come on!" Bakura snarled. Ryou continued to cry, his body wracked with pained, heaving sobs. "Ryou you weakling, I didn't even hit you hard!" Ryous choked wailing sobs reverberated around the room, almost breaking Bakuras heart as he realized the true reason for his tears.
"Y-You h-hate m-me…" Ryou wailed helplessly into his hands. "Y-You hate me s-so m-much th-that you w-wish I was d-dead!" The light cried and cried, while Bkaura just looked on helplessly. Without warning, he frowned, delivering a harsh blow to the lights side. Ryou cried out, holding a hand over already cracked ribs, struggling to breathe through his pain and tears.
"Get up." Bakura yelled angrily, glaring at the light. Ryou shook his head, tears running down his bruised face. "Get up!" He repeated, kicking the light harder. Ryou screamed, collapsing onto his side, hiccupping and sobbing. Bakura growled, kicking Ryou hard in the stomach, the light crying out in pain as he struggled to push himself up, hair falling over his eyes.
"Y-You h-hate me…" Ryou whispered. "You hate m-me…" He collapsed into a wave of fresh sobs, slumped hopelessly into the floor as he cried. "Y-You hate m-me!" He screamed into the carpeted floor. "Oh god…" He whispered. "I did everything right, I tried so hard to do everything right, I healed you when you were sick, I obeyed everything you said!" He looked up at Bakura with accusing red rimmed eyes. "And you still hate me?" Bakura took a step back, gazing unemotionally at the crying light, before turning away, leaving the light alone to his anguished tears.
Bakura pulled himself out of the bath, picking up the still damp towel from the floor and wrapping it around himself. He had sat in the bath for almost two hours, soaking in the cooling water and thinking heavily to himself. His skin was wrinkled, and he had felt slightly dizzy, but that was okay. Even though it hurt like hell, Bakura had taken off the bandages and dunked his head under the water, which had always remained a shade more red than before. The yami quietly opened the door, and poked his head out, finding Ryou humming softly to himself as he carried the Beer bottles on the floor by the couch and put them ticy in the corner of the kitchen.
"What the… Ryou?" Bakura looked around at the now impeccable room. Ryou, whose hair was tied back away from his face, smiled.
"I cleaned the place up a bit, Bakura-sama!" Ryou said happily, his eyes lighting up. "Do you like it?"
"Uh, its great." Bakura said, heart sinking at the look on Ryous face. "U-Um… where are my clothes, Ryou?"
"Oh, over on the bed." Ryou replied, padding softly over to the bathroom, proceeding to empty the bath and clean up the dripping water everywhere by Bakura. The yami frowned, and ran a hand over the tidy pile of clothing. He lifted the shirt, and looked at in surprise, to find it was fresh and clean. His jeans, socks, boxers, and coat were the same. What… He pulled them on, rather… enjoying the soft clean feel of the material on his skin. Throwing the trenchcoat on top of the drawers, Bakura stalked into the room, finding Ryou sitting on the floor of the now clean bathroom.
Crying.
Bakura sighed, leaning against the doorframe, as he watched the light cry, one finger twirling through his silvery hair. Finally, Ryou lifted his head, eyes locked with the yamis for a moment. He blinked, eyes lowering to the ground as he lifted himself with the aid of the towel rack to his feet. Bakura frowned, as the light kept his eyes fixated firmly on the ground, and he felt his heart well up with… Pity?
"Ryou," He whispered, a pale slim hand reaching out to the light, but he flinched, and backed away. Bakura looked almost sadly at the light, still wearing stale, wrinkled bloodstained clothes, eyes redrimmed from crying, and hair falling out of his ponytail. Then he gazed at himself in the mirror. Fresh, clean clothes, hair devoid of knots, a face clear of bruises… Oh Ryou…
"What did you do to my clothes?" Bakura questioned, frowning at the light. Ryous small smile faltered.
"Oh.. I washed them in the kitchen sink and laid them in the sun to dry. Y-You don't like it?" Ryou looked sad.
"No. Oh no, I do Ryou! I do! Th-thanks." Ryou smiled, tilting his head to one side.
"Glad you like it!" Ryou seemed to sparkle. His eyes lingered on the red beginning to grow on the yamis head, and he frowned slightly. "U-umm… Would you like me to re-bandage it?" He inquired nervously. Bakura shrugged indifferently, and walked back into the lounge, reclining comfortably on the couch. Ryou entered the room a minute later with the last roll of clean bandages, and sat down on the couch beside Bakura. The yami tensed, his eyes closed tightly and clenched his fists.
"Why are so you scared of the pain?" Ryou whispered. Bakura closed his eyes. "B-Bakura-sama?"
"I can't control it." Bakura said emotionlessly. "I hate things I can't control." At this, he fell silent. Ryou frowned, as he began to wrap the bandage around his head, Bakura letting out a sharp gasp, but he didn't move. When Ryou was done, he looked at Bakura sadly.
"Do you hate me?" Ryou whispered sadly. Bakura was silent for a moment, before looking up at the light.
"Why are you doing this?" Bakura counted, glaring at the light. Ryou looked vaguely surprised at the question.
"Doing what?" He asked, blinking at the darkness.
"This!" Bakura gestured to the room, to his clean clothes. Ryou bit his lip, holding his arms close to himself.
"I don't want to fight anymore, Bakura-sama." He whispered. "Please, don't hurt me anymore." He bowed his head, tears stinging chocolate eyes.
"I-I…" Bakura was at a loss for words. This was Ryou! The one he had held and loved, for so many years. The one who gave him life… The broken slave who obeyed his every command… Which Ryou did he want?
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou inquired. Bakura closed his eyes for a moment, and then abruptly stood up, and ran out of the house.
"B-Bakura-sama?"
Well... R&R... Wonder what Bakura will do... >>
See ya in a week! XD