Bonjour! xD Yay an update!And not a moment sooner... xD Ugh.. I had a HUGE block around a thousand words into the chapter... >. Not.Pretty.
Disclaimer: I do not own it. If I did, Ryouwould be the star, Bakura would have his own body, Malik would be shirtless all the time, Yugi would DIE, Anzu would be placed in agiant blender, and Seto woulddress in lots of uber-tight bondage...
No, I do not own it.
Ryou struggled and cried in the yamis hold, all the way to the station, until Bakura, tired of his tears, dragged him behind a stone wall, demanding in a low voice that he better "shut the hell up before I give you something to cry about". Ryou sniffed, gently rubbing his raw red eyes, but complied, shivering softly as Bakura tightly grasped his wrist, leading him into the train. The light wrenched his hand away from the darkness, curling miserably into the corner with his head in his arms. Bakura sat next to the light emotionlessly, his arms and legs crossed as he stared at some unknown point on the train.
"Why?" Ryou whispered what seemed like an eternity of silence. Bakuras head snapped up, as he gazed at the softly crying light.
"Why what?" He responded in his harsh tone, not glaring at Ryou, who whimpered softly and curled tighter into himself.
"Why did you sleep with him?" Ryou whispered tearfully. "What did I do wrong that made you go and do… That…" He shuddered, his chin trembling. "Am I not good enough for you? Wh-Why do you hate me so much that you'll go and that, instead of just- just taking advantage of me like you u-used to…" The broken light stared out of the window, his palm pressed against the glass miserably, as his breath misted up the chipped screen.
"I wasn't thinking straight…" Bakura muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't love Malik, Ryou, I don't. He's just a friend… Who's always had these feeling for me. Don't tell me you didn't know he did."
"He's my best bloody friend." Ryou whispered bitterly. "We told each other everything. Of course I knew he liked you. But…" He broke his gaze from the emerald countryside, to gaze almost accusingly at the darkness. "That gives you no right to-to take advantage of him like that. He probably thinks you love him back, you twisted psycho!"
"Look Ryou!" Bakura snarled, gripping the light by the shoulders. "Do you know why? Do you really want to know why he fucked me?"
"Yes, I do!" Ryou retorted "I-" The light froze, his mind still attempting to digest what the yami had said. "Wait…" He muttered, his fingers running through his hair. "Y-You mean… he actually…"
"Yes." Bakura said vehemently. With that, he stood up abruptly, and marched out of the compartment, leaving a very confused Ryou sitting alone at the seat.
So Malik actually did him… Not the other way around like he had thought… Ryou bit his lip, resting his forehead against the glass. Was it that Bakura wanted something Ryou could never give him? The experience of pain, of submission, something the light was far to docile and gentle to put the darkness through? Something that Malik had, and was willing to give? Ryou moaned aloud, and put his head in his hands. That still didn't justify what he had done. Did he think Ryou didn't have urges, some strong desires that Bakura would never submit to? Bloody hell, this was doing his head in.
Bakura on the other hand, was perched on a new seat, his mind whizzing away at full tick, as he absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair round his fingers- a somewhat annoying habit he had picked up from his light- as his mind was going around in a full circle. Okay. Sort out the facts.
Malik loved him.
Ryou loved him.
He didn't love Malik.
He sort of… a little bit… cared for Ryou.
Ryou was the sweetest and most beautiful person in the world.
Malik was the sexiest guy he had ever had the pleasure to fuck.
Malik didn't want to love him if it meant hurting Ryou.
Ryou probably never wanted to see Malik again for screwing him.
Bakura let out a long moan, rubbing his temples to try and rid himself of the raging headache he brought upon himself. Bloody hell! It was as though the answer was staring him in the face but he couldn't figure it out. (( -hits self- this is KILLING ME!)) Bakura leaned back into the seat and gazed up at the ceiling, softly chewing on his bottom lip with unnaturally sharp teeth. He… sort of wanted to… go talk to Ryou. Try and explain to him that he was afraid and confused, and he didn't know what to do anymore. Bakura leaned back forward, drawing his legs up to his chest and burying his wild head in his knees. Even though he hadn't eaten in countless days, he felt sick. Stupid train. Bakura blamed the train.
Even though he knew the twisting nerves in his stomach had nothing to do with the large, jolting contraption.
"Ryou." The darkness whispered softly, leaning into the doorframe as he gazed at the tight ball of Bakura Ryou. The light whimpered softly, retreating tighter into himself as he began to tremble. "Ryou!" Bakura snapped, marching towards him, and snatching at the lights arm and pulling the trembling teen out of his tight protective ball. Ryou cried out at the touch, and struggled to wrench his arm away. But to no avail. He began to cry, high, keening whimpers sounding in his throat as he trembled under the yamis hold. "Ryou, for Ra's sake, STOP it!" He tightly wrapped his arms around the light, lifting his slim form up off the ground a few inches, the light struggling hopelessly. "RYOU! I need to you to calm down!" He demanded into the sobbing boys ear. "You'll make a bloody scene and attract attention." Ryou didn't respond, merely twisting desperately in the yamis hold, arching his back, his thin fingers trying to prise himself free.
"Let me go!" Ryou screamed, tears clinging to his soft eyelashes. "Please, just let me go, let me out of here, please please please…" He bowed his head, slim shoulders shaking. "Please…" Bakura sighed, lowering Ryou again so his feet touched the ground, but didn't release his hold as he began to leave the shuddering train.
"Please let me go…" Ryou whispered tearfully, his thin arms trembling, his head buried in his hands. Bakura didn't say anything as he continued to make his way up the stairs, his left arm wrapped tightly and protectively around the lights slim waist. He whimpered softly in the yamis hold, apprehension, fear, and betrayal tearing the shredded remains of his heart. "I-I d-don't want to do this, I'll do anything… please just let me go…" Bakura didn't answer. "Bakura please let me go…" Ryou sobbed, his choked gasps of pain resonating around the dark staircase.
"Shut up." Bakura muttered, continuing up the dark stairs Ryou knew led to Maliks apartment. "Shut the hell up."
"I don't want to talk to him!" Ryou cried out. "I don't want to look at him, how could he do this? How could you do this, oh please, yami, please let me go.." he sobbed hopelessly, screwing his eyes tightly at Maliks apartment door. "NO!" He wrenched his waist free of Bakuras cold hands, and began to run. Bakura growled, and followed the light, tightly seizing a lock of flying silvery hair. Ryou screamed in pain, struggling madly in the yamis hold, tears coursing down his bruised ivory face. "LET ME GO!" He screamed, trying desperately to free his long silvery hair from cold fingers. "I don't want to be here, why did you take me away, please let me go!" He yanked at the yamis hold, and with a burst of strength he didn't know he had, tore himself free of the darkness. Bakura gasped in shock, and Ryou burst into screaming tears at the pain, holding a hand to his bloodied head. Bakura looked down at the handful of hair in his hands, and slowly gazed up at the light, his eyes resonating with a painful sadness.
"Go." He whispered softly, his heart breaking at the words. "Get out of here."
"What?" Ryou whispered, dumfounded as he stared in shock at the spirit.
"If you don't want to be around me that badly, then get the fuck out of here!" Bakura yelled, tears stinging his eyes. "If you would rather be scalped then spend another moment with me and Malik, then go! But remember this." Bakuras voice dropped, low and shaking. "I don't love Malik. The only reason I went near him is because I wanted pain. Crippling, mind-numbing pain you could never give me. I-I care about you, Ryou. You're…"
"I'm you're what, your possession?" Ryou asked tearfully. "Your broken little toy? Do you think I want to be near you right now? Do you honestly think I am going to forgive you?"
"Then why are you still here?" Bakura demanded, glaring at the soft light. "Why haven't you gone running off to one of your pathetic friends? Or your father? Is it because they honestly don't want you? Is it because you don't want to be alone again? Because no one else is going to care for you?"
"Shut up." Ryou whispered softly. "Please, just shut up. Please…"
"You know it's true." Bakura sneered, his soft and tender side vanishing in an instant, the cold fire of sadism burning in his veins. "No one wants you…"
"SHUT UP!" Ryou screamed, one hand still over his head. "SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP!" He sank to his knees. "Shut up…"
"Oh, Have I touched a nerve?" Bakura mocked, smirking sadistically at the light. "Ryou scared of the truth? That he's all alone…"
"Stop…" Ryou moaned weakly on his knees, both hands twirled in silvery hair. "Oh god, please stop…" Bakura snorted, and none-too-gently kicked Ryou in the side, causing the light to cry out and curl into a small ball.
"Get up." Bakura spat, glaring down at the light with a sort of sick pleasure that he had scared the light into submission. "Get up and come inside with me." He gave another kick in the side for good measure, and made to walk back towards the door.
Ryou was in two minds about what to do. Go with Bakura, to only be hurt and abused- but at the same time cared for and protected? Or to go on alone, maybe find shelter with one of his friends… He wouldn't hurt anymore, but he would more than likely be alone, unprotected…
Standing up resolutely, Ryou knew what he had to do, as he found his footing, and began to walk.
Bakura snorted as he watched the light walk steadily but slowly down the small hallway, in the direction of the stairs.
Oh dear... >>' Whats Ryou going to do? Hell, I dont know, I just make this crap up as I go along. xD R&R!