A/N: Here's the eight chapter. Wow, I made it this far.. with followers? Awesome man.. Anyways, still now clue as to what I'm going to do about Ryou… Yea, don't worry I'll figure it all out. Somehow. Anyways, I best get on with the next chapter so people will be happy. And not so threatening. Yea… I know who you are. Anyways, here you go ya scavengers.

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The wounds were still freshly in pain. Ryou tried his best to ignore what he knew he could not… His head hurt and he wanted some aspirin… but he knew damn well he could not get it because Bakura was downstairs.. doing something. And he'd rather not stumble in the way and get beaten too early. Still in his pajamas… he felt damned comfortable.

It was still afternoon… he hated how sometimes days would go too slow. Or too fast.

Ceiling fan still twirled… somewhere on his night stand the digital clock clicked to another hour. Amazing. I can spend the entire day... just wasting my life away. Well… It'll be wasted soon enough. At the back of his mind, he could hear an innocent voice screaming something. He hardly recognized it as his own… He knew he wanted to be saved, but he didn't want to admit it.

Dead. Death. Dying. They all have their advantages…right? Yea, they do. I'm sure of it. But then again I'll be dead before I know what they are. Yea. Hm… Why hasn't anyone stopped by…Maybe tomorrow I'll go out and meet them. Then again, I'll just be scooted off to the corner. To be ignored and used.

He could hear Bakura making his way up the steps. Ryou shivered. It was already time.

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A few minutes later, Ryou lay in the middle of his room, trying his best not to whimper or emit any noise. The hikari's darkness stood above him, laughing his maniacal laugh. "Beaten down? So soon? You really are pathetic…" And as soon as he said that, he kneeled down and picked up the light's head by the chin…He forced him to look at Bakura…Ryou tried his best to be strong and not show his fear. The two were face to face, nose to nose… so close...

Bakura always loved teasing his light. It brought such great joy to see him trying so hard to hide his fear… when in reality he could see right through the thin veil. He held Ryou's chin with one hand and stroked his soft cheek with the other. Then he moved his hand to the top of his head, where he tonsoled Ryou's hair. The boy began to shudder only slightly… as he said he loved to tease the light. "Oh.. my little light, are you scared?" Bakura grinned and continued on. He could feel Ryou's muffled anguish…his excitement. And he loved to mess with him…play mind games with the little boy.

Ryou tried his best not to let a yelp escape from his lips. Of course, it was really hard. The boy stared at Bakura, not daring to tear his eyes away. If he did, he may just as well lose them… In reality, Ryou never minded Bakura's constant teasings… He really rather enjoyed when he did it. Did that make him some sort of freak? The little light shuddered more abruptly and violently this time.. and it seemed to make the darkness laugh. Almost as soon as it began… it ended. It ended with the back of Bakura's hand coming across Ryou's innocent face. The youth yelped and hit the floor… feeling his face stinging. As he laid sprawled across the floor of the hallway (Bakura had dragged him out), he watched the dark one cackle and turn on his heel… leaving him alone. In his mind, he called out for him to come back. But he knew he couldn't hear. And so he stayed still… feeling some bruises forming. Miraculously he hadn't any new cuts.

Carefully picking himself up, he crawled over to the wall closest to him so he could lean on it… Once situated in a correct spot with his back to the wall, Ryou sat there… contemplating. His head tilted upwards, he could feel the trickle of blood coming from his mouth.. and he laughed. There was the blood. His white bangs covered his eyes as he thought…

Bakura…why do you do this to me…you know what it does…you know damn well how it feels. And yet you persist, torturing me nonstop. You know not to torture me everyday because I would get tired of it.. no instead you wait patiently between sessions. That makes me crazy, and you know it. Damned it! You know me all to well Dark.

Ryou shuddered remembering past sessions. He felt surges of an alien feeling deep within him… one that had made itself at home a few months ago. He never felt it.. unless he was with Bakura. And that was maximized when Bakura beat him.

The innocent teenager shivered. Was he a freak?

For some odd reason… Ryou heard the song "I Hate Everything about You" playing in the back of his contorted mind. That seemed to fit right now. But he wasn't sure about the "love" part of the verse.

I hate…everything about you…. Why DO I LOVE YOU!

He repeated the song lyrics over and over again. Then he thought for a minute. Did.. he…love….. Ryou blinked. He wasn't sure of anything anymore and so he wasn't sure of this. He would hate to think so though.. but then that alien feeling…

Ever since he first conjured up the thought of Suicide, strange things had been happening. Strange, bizarre things he could not possibly hope to explain. Was this one of them? Quite possibly. Ryou trembled at the mere thought. But somewhere in the back of his twisted heart/soul.. he knew damn well it could be true.

He might love his darkness. The very being that caused him pain damn near every night. The thing that sent away all his friends.. the thing that seemed to have alienated him. The thing that CHANGED him. But why was Ryou calling it a thing? He had a name. And that name was Bakura… The evil thief king Bakura.

Blood fell from his cheeks and dripped onto his person. From a view point, it might have looked as though he was crying out tears of blood. He could now feel all the scars on his body throbbing...pulsing with a new vibrant energy. It hurt a lot to suffer this new awakening… but none the less, Ryou began laughing. Despite his pain he laughed. He laughed until it filled the entire house with its ringing. Blood now dripped from lips and to the floor…and he laughed. He couldn't stop himself.

My my… Ryou… Have you gone insane? I think you have. You've snapped. No.. no you haven't. Not yet. Hopefully.

Sing me something soft… sad and delicate… or loud and out of key.. Sing me anything… Sing how you think, No one's listening… you would kill for this, just a little bit.. you would kill for this…just a little bit…No One's Listening…