A/N: Chapter Two is up. Glad I actually continued this one.. oy, well I don't own Yu-gi-Oh.. so don't get all angry. Anyways, here's the second chapter ya bloodthirsty scavengers.
"Get Up!"
Ryou tried his best to stand. Blood poured out of his newest cuts and wounds…his arms were now lined with bruises. Bakura (his other half) laughed as he watched his little light struggling to stand on his two feet. Just as Ryou managed to, Bakura kicked in his kneecap, causing the boy to topple over in pain. As much as me wanted to, Ryou didn't cry. He only grit his teeth together and took it all in. Like a sponge.
"You're so weak and pathetic." And with that string of words, Bakura gave another kick to the stomach. Bakura looked at Ryou, over and over, and nodded. He'd finish up the rest tomorrow. Unusual that he finished so early, but then again he was tired and such so he felt it better to leave off. Turning on his heel, the yami left his light bleeding on the floor, to tend his wounds and what not.
Ryou watched as he left. After a few minutes when he was sure he was gone, the fragile boy picked himself up slowly. Blood was dripped everywhere he could see…but he'd clean that later. Managing to crawl, Ryou made his way to the kitchen to fetch some bandages and peroxide and maybe even iodine. Retrieving the materials, he then began the long painful process of bonding himself up once more. It's useless really. Tomorrow they're just going to come off again.. And I'll lose the blood I regain tonight. He chuckled somewhat and winced as he first applied the stinging formula. Here we go… A few minutes later , Ryou was healed enough to begin standing and walking. He put away the little things and stood carefully so as not to reopen any wounds. Holding his side he made way to the couch again… he'd go up to his room when he felt like it. For now he had to recuperate the lost energy.. the energy needed to do tasks. Like to get up and walk for instance.
Looking up at the ceiling was all he could do. He sighed slowly and closed his almond brown eyes contented. He was happy Bakura had beaten him…. Should I? I don't know… what will I do when the time comes? Ryou shoved the thought out of his little mind. For now he would rest. That thought would be hovering around him for a while yet, and he had plenty of time to think on it.
About an Hour later, Ryou woke up from his "nap". He was alarmed at first, but then calmed when he remembered where he was and such… Picking himself up, the youth stood and began his journey to his bed to sleep. It was already late in the evening, and time for him to sleep. Some more. Limping seemed inevitable, so limp he did up the stair and round the corner. His room was the one at the end of the hall… the hall always seemed so easy to pass through, but today (or rather night) it was a million miles. Eventually after much struggle he made it to the door of his room and opened it, throwing his body in and slamming the door. Once safely inside the confiens of his room, Ryou lay on the floor like an injured bird….he smiled a bit. The carpet felt good…feeling groggy, he closed his beautiful orbs and fell into a sleep once more.
Waking in the middle of the night wasn't something he usually did. But tonight he did. That damned thought was still on his mind. He couldn't swat it away like a meaningless fly.. even though he wanted to. Growling he rolled over on his back (though it hurt) and began to think.
What will I do…maybe I should just….or will anyone care? I doubt it highly, but still.. there's that one chance…. Ryou sighed and buckled down. This was going to be a long night of thought.