-walks in- Ello all! -wavles- Yes, I updated three days earlier. Why? MY COUSING WASNT AT MEH AUNTS HOUSE! AND she had no internet! I WAS SO FREAKING BORED! So I wrote this. xD Yay! Plot twist ahoy! I thought it up int he car ont he way to my aunts house.. four hour drive... ...
Disclaimer: I dont own it... -whispers- But I do in my dreams xD
Bakura stood at the edge of the pond, staring intently into its green icy depths. His mind was spinning around, and it was beginning to hurt his injured head. He growled angrily, and pressed a palm to his forehead, just wanting to get rid of all these confusing thoughts, to just stop. He was so confused, he didn't know what to do anymore. He loved the supreme feeling of power and domination surging through him whenever Ryou cowered at his feet, or screamed and pleaded for mercy.
But… He also loved Ryou. He loved the way he seemed to fit in his arms just right, the sweet way his lips tasted, the beautiful sparkle in his chocolate brown eyes when he smiled, He loved Ryou to be happy. Bakura groaned aloud, and began to rub his temples. This was really doing his head in.
"B-Bakura-sama?" Ryou whispered nervously behind him. The midmorning sun played across his delicate features, a faint rose tint across ivory cheeks. Bakura didn't make a noise, as he continued to glare at the water. Ryou whimpered softly, and began to walk towards the yami.
"Stay away from me." Bakura spat, turning on his heel and glaring daggers at the light, who recoiled from his grasp. "I don't want to talk to you, right now!" Ryou looked down, his lips pressed together and he wrung his hands.
"Wh-Why?" Ryou asked tearfully. "I-I've done everything. Please, Bakura-sama, don't be mad at me… I'll do anything you ask just please don't be mad at me…" Bakuras gaze softened as he looked at the light, a small sigh emitting between pale, parted lips.
"Ryou…" He looked away. "I don't know anymore. I just need to be alone for a moment, I need to… Find myself I guess. I just need to think." Ryou frowned, his heart starting to beat faster in a small wave of fear.
"Wh-Where are you going, Bakura-sama?" Ryou whispered, tears filling saddened mocha eyes.
"I don't know." Bakura said shortly, as he leaned over and gave the light a short hug. Ryou closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of being in Bakuras arms, but it didn't last. "I'll send you money every day so you can eat and stuff." He said emotionlessly, breaking away from Ryou.
"B-Bakura-sama, please don't go!" Ryou yelled desperately, tugging at the sleeve of the darkness, who merely brushed him away and walked into the house. "PLEASE!" Bakura walked blankly into the small house, dragging his leather coat from the top of the drawers, shrugging it on over his lithe frame.
"Don't move from this house, or I won't be able to find you easily." Bakura said softly, giving the light another soft hug. "I'll be back… whenever." He said, eyes not focusing on the light as he left the house, slamming the door behind him.
"NO!" Ryou screamed, sinking miserably to his knees with his head in his hands. "Oh god, no, Bakura-sama, please don't leave me…" He began to sob. "I don't want to be alone, please don't leave me…"
OoOoO
"What the hell are you here for?" Malik raged, glaring at Bakura, who stood at the threshold of his apartment, smirking. "Don't you know there's still an arrest warrant out there for you?"
"That's not important." The darkness growled, brushing past the Egyptian and opening the fridge and grabbing a beer, plonking himself on the couch.
"No fucking way." Malik growled. "I'm not letting you come in, drink my beer, mess up my house and then leave."
"Shut up, Malik." Bakura said shortly. "I don't need this shit right now." He took a swig of the alcohol, eyes not focusing on anything in front of him, his mind flying somewhere around Pluto.
"Where's Ryou?" Malik finally asked, frowning at the pale demon, who took another swig of the alcoholic drink, glaring at the coffee table for a moment before responding.
"He's still up at the house." Bakura said, toying with the label. "Fuck I don't know what I should do anymore…"
"What did you do to him?" Malik growled, hands clenching into fists as he glared at the darkness. Bakura merely sighed, his head held in his hands.
"I've fucked up so much, Malik." He growled. "I cant do anything right, I'm so fucking hopeless…"
"What did you do?" Malik repeated, his eyes flashing a cold amethyst fire.
"I didn't mean to do so far." Bakura said. "But he fucking betrayed me Malik! He said he couldn't trust me anymore!" He slammed the beer on the coffee table, tears welling in hardened eathern eyes. "How the fuck could I mess him up so badly? How could I?" Bakura drew his legs up to his chest, burying his head in his knees. "I should just fix what I've done and get the hell out of his life forever."
"I'm scared to ask what you did now, Bakura." Malik said nervously. Bakura wrapped his arms around his legs, beginning to tremble.
"I-I hurt him, Malik. Really, really badly. I-I mean…" He took in a deep breath. "I beat him, I raped him, I screwed around with his head…" Bakura let out a long, despairing sigh. "And It was all going so well…"
"You're a sick bastard." Malik spat. "I don't know how Ryou puts up with the shit you put him through." He shook his head. "Why the fuck did you even start on him!" Malik yelled, tears filling amethyst eyes. "Why?"
"Because he found out!" Bakuras head snapped up from his knees, and Malik saw with a jolt that he had been crying, tear tracks down his ivory face. "H-He went poking through my memories…" He trailed off. "He found out how I used to treat him."
"And you didn't tell him?" Malik raged. "You weirdo! Did you think you could fucking hide it from him?"
"Yes!" Bakura yelled. "I just wanted things to be perfect… I wanted him to be happy. You had no idea how much more pure he was…" He swallowed hard. "I've fucked him up so badly, Malik. What am I going to do?"
"I don't know." Was the Egyptians reply. "I really don't fucking know."
Ryou remained tightly curled into himself, crying and crying and crying, a roaring wave of pain and helplessness continuing to crash into him again and again, tears coursing like a river of agony down his bruised face. Why did his Bakura-sama leave him? What did he do wrong? Ryou continued to sob, the shattered fragments of his heart seeming to dig into his chest.
"Bakura-sama, please come back…" He whispered to the depressingly silent air. "I'll do anything you want, just please come back…" Fingers tightened in wild locks sticking out on end, his trembling breathing coming out in choked gasps. He was so lost, sitting in the small house on his own. He felt so scared, so alone…
"Please… Just come back home…"
"So… let me get this straight…" Malik had a raging headache. "You do actually like Ryou?"
"No." Bakura spat. "I-I hate him. I…"
"You can't hate Ryou." Malik growled. "It's not possible. Nobody could hate Ryou…"
"I don't love him!" Bakura yelled. "He's a lying traitor and I don't love him any more! Not after what he's done."
"What he's done?" Malik yelled incredulously. "Bakura, you were the one that lied to him! If anything, you're the traitorous bastard!"
"I just wanted to make him happy!" Bakura yelled tearfully. "I was so angry when I found out… I just…" The demon trailed off, and buried his head in his hands. "Fuck."
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you!" Malik yelled. "You used to be totally in love Ryou, you did! And you didn't find it weak, or pathetic! What the hell changed all that!" He glared at Bakura, who merely shook his head hopelessly.
"You're suck a fucking paradox…" Malik muttered, rubbing his temples. "God, just tell Ryou you love him! Its that fucking simple, Bakura, get it through your thick head!"
"I don't love him!" Bakura growled. "I-I mean, I love hurting him, but there's a difference!"
"How the fuck does Ryou put up with you?" Malik raged, now on his feet. "Honestly, Bakura, you need to get your priorities straight, and fast, because trust me, after all the shit you've put him through, he wont be hanging around for much longer."
"He will." Bakura replied, his dark eyes fixated on the floor. "He'll never leave me, he told me he wouldn't…" He rubbed his eyes tiredly, and Malik glared at the darkness with a new surge of fury.
"You fucking broke him, didn't you?" He said coldly. Bakura didn't answer, and Malik growled, seizing the front of Bakura shirt and dragging the demon up until they were eye-level. "DIDN'T YOU?"
"Let me GO!" Bakura yelled, shoving the Egyptian away from him forcefully, eyes burning with a cold fire at him. "Whatever I do to Ryou is none of your fucking business!"
"It is so my fucking business!" Malik retorted almost tearfully. "He's my best friend, Bakura! And you-you…" He sank onto the couch tearfully, hands over his face.
"I did what I had to do." Bakura said coldly, not looking at the now crying blonde. "Look, Malik. I-I…" Bakura swallowed, unable to get the words out. He settled for sitting back on the couch, glaring at the now empty bottle of beer. Stupid Ryou, Stupid Malik… But mostly, Bakura was angry at himself. Angry for letting himself hurt Ryou so badly, angry for not trying to stop himself, angry for breaking his spirit. He tried to tell himself that it was for the best, that he had gotten what he had wanted for months, but it just wasn't working…
"I hate you right now." Malik whispered tearfully, his body shaking with sobs. Bakura smiled wryly to himself, a hot burning feeling forming at the back of his own eyes.
"I hate myself too."
-gasp- Bakura has... a conscience? NO WAY! XD
R&R!