Starved

Bakura doesn't like to eat and there isn't much Ryou can do about it. But when Bakura nearly passes out, will Ryou realize that Bakura needs help?

a/n: This is for Cheysuli-Night! Thanks Cheysuli, this'll be fun, hard, but fun to write!

Warnings: Shounen ai, maybe yaoi, cursing in Bakura's POV and other, mentions of rape, past mentionings, warnings continuing on into infinity.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, DON'T SUE. I'm broke anyway and am as much tricky as Yami Bakura.

Ryou's POV

I knew something was wrong with him! The bitchy ass social worker said he had severe anorexia, mild schizophrenia, and was between mild and severe bipolar symptoms. Technically, he's WAY mentally ill and has to take a LOT of medication for it. It isn't his fault! But I need to tell him, soon, very soon. This makes me want to know what happened to him in the past even more! But anyway, I can't believe I didn't notice those mood swings, random strangeness, sadly yes, even the anorexia. He needs help and I didn't even care to find out what was wrong! I'm such a jackass!

I punched the table, making my mug of coffee shake. Bakura looked in at me. "Is 'The Rat Lady' gone yet?"he asked, looking a bit pissed. I laughed. I liked that nickname, The Rat Lady, very original. He gave me a funny look and I stopped laughing. "Yes, 'The Rat Lady' is gone. Can you c'mere, Bakura?"I asked, remember what I needed to tell him. Bakura nodded and came over, sitting in front of me. "What?"he asked, giving me a dirty look. Huh, should I consider that a mood swing?

"Well, we checked over your test and.."I hesitated, waiting to he if he was listening. "Yah?"he said, giving me a pissed off glare. "and it said you had something wrong with your head."I continued as if I were speaking to a child. "What? I don't feel like anything's wrong with my head and I look the same as you. So, does that mean there's something wrong with your head too?"he asked, though it may have sounded snobbish and insulting, I sensed curiosity behind it.

"No, Bakura. It means that you're.. I'm not sure how to say this, but, slightly insane."I answered calmly, waiting. Bakura burst into laughter. "No shit! I've been waiting for this, but slightly, she's the one out of her mind!"he choked out in his fits of laughter, holding onto his stomach before grimacing and coming to an uprupt stop. I became annoyed, then noticed his wristband had slipped up and cuts on it in X shapes. "This is no laugjing matter Bakura! And what is this!"I screamed, yanking his thin arm into my range and pulling his wristband all the way up, his shirt sleeve following.

Not just his wrist was covered, but his entire arm. I felt myself shake and tears well up in my eyes as he yanked his arm back. "What in hell do you think you're doing!"he screamed, pulling the sleeve and wristband back into place, staring at me with anger and, is that a hint of fear? "Bakura, what's wrong? Why are you doing this?"I ask, moving closer toward him. Bakura moves away, eyes darkening. "None of your business."he growls in a harsh voice.

I became angrier. "It is too my business! You're half of my soul!"I screamed, backhanding him in the face. I felt shocked. He stared up at me with fearful, teary eyes, and reached up to his cheek where the mark from my hand resided. "You broke your promise and I hate you."he whispered, standing and running to his room. I sat at the table, shaking my head. I cannot believe I hurt him, and ruined the friendly relationship we had formed. His shocked face and the mark on his cheek wouldn't leave my thoughts, until my mind drifting back to the his self-inflicted wounds. Oh god. No. "No!"I cried, getting up from my chair and running up the stairs.

It was like slow motion until I came upon his door and opened it to see the bathroom door opened. I ran in. Bakura was sitting in a corner next to the bathtub, crying, a knife by his side. I came up in front of him and bent down. "Bakura."I whispered, watching pure, clear tears fall from under his bangs, then moving to his beautiful blue eyes when they rose. "Leave me in peace."he said emotionlessly, shaking. "No."I said simply, sitting on my knees in front of him, hand moving to brush his bangs from his eyes. "Leave!"he cried louder, pulling away, looking over at the wall as tears continued to run down his face.

"No."I said simply once more, embracing him in my arms while moving to him, using my foot to push away the sharp object in the way. "Let me go!"he cried, struggling in my arms, finally giving up when he noticed I wouldn't let go and just started to cry into my neck. I gasped while feeling the rivers of tears fall down my neck. "Bakura, I am sorry, I'm so, so sorry."I whispered into his ear, holding him close to me, feeling every sob that wracked his body, feeling more guilty knowing that I caused each one.

Bakura just shook his head in my neck and held tight to my shirt. For some reason though, I was starting to feel happy. I felt guily for that, but, it was nice being the stronger one. No Ryou, bad thoughts. My yami is is in pain because of me, this is not a time to feel good.

Then I remembered something, 'The Rat Lady' had giving me three bottles of medications. He had to take two pills for schizophrenia and three for the bipolar disorder and anorexia. He needed them and he needed them now.

Freak of the Shadows: Well, that was better then I'd planned. I decided to give you guys a good chapter today. I will tell you why Bakura was so upset about Ryou hitting him in the next chapter or so on. Yes, I know, it seems a little more like Bakura's POV, OH WELL. Review please!