Sooo, I've decided to rewrite this fic because I honestly think it really needs to be rewritten. I know a lot of people reviewed it and said that they really liked it, but it needs a bit of an overhaul. Most of the chapters will be the same, just with some things changed and some new things added. So, please bear with me as I rewrite this fic and please, all of you who reviewed before, review again and tell me what you think of the changes. I'm thinking about adding one or two new chapters as well. So, read on, my fans! Read On…
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, own Yugioh! Please look for someone else to sue.
Faceless Abuser
By Othello's Adonis
"I'm giving in to you/I'm dying tonight/I'm giving in to you/Watch me crumble/I'm giving into you/I'm crying tonight"
-Linkin Park-
Chapter One: I'm Giving In To You
"What the hell did you tell them?" An enraged voice echoed throughout the small house quickly followed by the sound of a loud smack. A loud crash followed suit along with a sharp yelp of a small male teenager with platinum blonde hair. The teen raised a hand and tenderly touched his cheek, but otherwise did not move from his place on the floor. When it looked as though he was going to be attacked again, he quickly answered the question he'd been asked.
"I didn't say anything! I swear!" His voice pleaded for mercy, fear rolling off the young male just as fear rolled off a mouse that knew it was trapped and going to die.
"Don't fucking lie to me! If you didn't say anything, then why did your school call, huh? If you told them it was nothing to worry about, why would they fucking call the house?" The voice seemed to echo off the walls of the room, which only made it seem angrier to the poor teen, who was curled up in a corner, trying to get as far away from the person screaming at him as he possibly could.
"I…I don't know why….I guess they just aren't buying my excuses of being careless when walking home or in PE or when I'm cleaning up the house anymore," the small teen sniffled in response, knowing his attacker wouldn't believe him but still trying to make him believe him nonetheless.
"That's total bullshit, Ryou, and you know it."
"No! I swear, Bakura! That's what I told them! I told them that I hadn't been fast enough while running away from that cruel dog down the street and had barely managed to escape being totally mauled. I swear that's what I told them, Bakura! Please believe me!" Ryou begged of the older man, but still braced himself, waiting to be slapped again. Instead, all he heard was the elder male snort disbelievingly and then he heard the sound of retreating footsteps. The young platinum blonde hesitantly peered over the tops of his knees. He tensed when Bakura's retreating form stopped suddenly and the male turned to look at him in that pathetic form.
"I'll let you off this time with just a warning, Hikari, but there won't be such a courtesy the next time it happens," was all Bakura said before turning around again and continuing towards the kitchen. Ryou let out the breath he'd been holding before hugging his knees tightly to his chest, trying his best to keep from shaking. A few small, crystalline tears fell from his eyes, down his cheeks and dripped onto his shirt and jeans, creating little wet spots. He only allowed a few tears to fall though and quickly dried the rest. If he took to long, Bakura would come back and start to beat him again for being such a lazy ass and not getting dinner started. The teen quickly stood – grateful that Bakura had let him off with just a slap, otherwise making dinner would have been a difficult affair – and almost raced to the kitchen. He pulled a plain looking, navy blue apron off it's hook, quickly placed it over his clothes, and then pulled a strainer and a big pot out from one of the lower cupboards.
"You don't mind having spaghetti tonight, do you, Bakura?" Ryou asked softly, turning to his Yami and waiting for a 'yes' or 'no' reply.
"It'll be fine," Bakura murmured, not bothering to look at the teen. Ryou simply nodded and got to work. He pulled out the things he needed to make the spaghetti, meatballs and the sauce. He always made sure to make everything, even if Bakura didn't eat it. Sure, he got mad when Ryou made stuff he didn't want to eat, but all he did was complain. However, if Ryou neglected to make something that Bakura happened to have wanted to eat that night, he would be hit, forced to make the food, not allowed to eat for the rest of the night and then – after Bakura had finished his dinner – he would beat Ryou some more for being so incompetent.
Ryou filled the pot with water, placed it on the stove and turned on the fire. It would take a little while for the water to boil, so while he waited, Ryou sat at the table with Bakura, humming softly to keep his mind distracted from other topics he'd really rather not think about. Rather suddenly, Ryou found himself on the floor, his face burning with a stinging pain again, which caused him to yelp in surprise and pain. Bakura had slapped him.
"Goddammit, Ryou! Why the fuck do you always, always have to hum that same stupid tune?" Bakura shouted this as he rose from his seat at the table to tower over the fallen teen before spitting on him. Ryou hesitated, fearing that any sort of response would just make things worse. Of course, his hesitancy was taken as a refusal to answer by Bakura, which infuriated him and he smashed his foot into his Hikari's gut. "Answer me, you little shit!"
"It's the only tune I know. You've prohibited me from listening to music, so I can't pick up any other tunes to hum," Ryou replied, his voice shaky from being kicked in the gut. When Bakura said nothing more, the small teen took it as a sign to get up and get back to making dinner. And get up he did, albeit he was incredibly wobbly, but he managed to make his way back to the stove to finish making dinner. "Dinner will be ready in about forty or so minutes, okay?"
Though he'd phrased it like one, it was not a question and Ryou did not even bother to look back at Bakura, nor did he wipe the spit off his face. Instead, he focused intently of the water that was beginning to boil on the stove and dumped the spaghetti in. He made his way over to the cupboard that he'd pulled the strainer and pot from and pulled out another semi-large pot. He set it on the stove and dumped in the sauce to heat it up. Ryou quickly mixed together the meat with a few other things (eggs and bread), rolled them into medium sized balls and dropped them into the same pot as the sauce. [A/N: This is how my dad makes his homemade meatballs and they are sooo damn good. I swear, it's almost like an addiction how good they are. Especially when, after he makes them, he cooks them together with the sauce. Oh, they taste so good!]
Dinner was a quiet affair; it always was. Ryou was terrified of angering Bakura, and Bakura simply preferred to eat in silence. Ryou finished his meal as quickly as he possibly could and deposited his plate in the sink. He quickly fled from the kitchen to the upstairs part of the house, where his room was. Bakura ignored him and continued to eat.
When Ryou reached his room, he locked the door behind himself. It was a safety measure he took because of Bakura's after dinner habit of going out and getting drunk. When the man came home, he'd stomp around the house, destroying virtually everything that was in his path. The only good thing about this habit was that the next morning, Bakura would be too hung over and sluggish to do anything cruel to Ryou. And Ryou knew first hand just how malicious Bakura could be when he was in one of his drunken rages. The first time Bakura had come home thoroughly intoxicated, Ryou had unwisely fallen asleep on the couch. Apparently this offended Bakura in some way, because when the man had seen him sleeping there, he'd shoved the poor teen onto the floor and proceeded to straddle him so he could not get away. Ryou had never been beaten so badly in his life until that moment. In fact, the beating was so bad, that Ryou had trouble walking the next day. To make matters even worse, when he had shown up at school so badly bruised and limping, the nurse called his home out of concern for his well being.
Needless to say, Bakura had been lees than pleased with such a phone call. When Ryou had come home from school that day, Bakura smacked him so hard that Ryou was sure he had a concussion and then made the platinum blonde teen sleep outside, on the front porch. He refused to let Ryou in, no matter how much the boy begged him to. Ryou shuddered, remembering the event; it had been raining all day and it was expected to rain all night, meaning Ryou only had his thin school uniform to protect him from the wet and the cold. He knew he could have gone over to Yuugi's house, even Otogi's house would have been open to him, but his friends would have pestered him endlessly about why he had such a huge bruise on his face and how – exactly – he managed to get locked out of his own house. So, Ryou had slept under the small overhang that protected the front door from the rain. The next morning, he'd awoken to find the door unlocked – Bakura had probably unlocked it sometime after Ryou had gone to sleep outside on the porch. He crept into his house as stealthily as he could manage and made his way to the dryer, where he tossed his uniform in so it would be ready in time for him to wear it to school. Not that he did not have spare uniforms, they were just all in the closet in Bakura's room and there was no way Ryou was about to attempt sneaking in there.
The teen could hear Bakura coming down the stairs, complaining about a monster headache. Ryou had raced out the door and down the street before Bakura was totally aware that he'd even been in the house at all. Of course, being outside in the rain all night does have its consequences and, Ryou being Ryou, managed to get sick and faint during school that day. He'd assured the nurse that he would be fine and as soon as he got home, he would rest. That afternoon, he took as much time as he possibly could to get home.
There was a sudden, rather loud knock on Ryou's door, forcing him out of his reverie. Knowing it could only be one person, he let out a heavy sigh, getting up off his bed and dragging his feet all the way to the door.
"Is there something you need from me, Bakura?" Ryou asked, while leaning against the solid oak door.
"Open the door," Bakura commanded. Well, this was new. Normally, Bakura never came anywhere near his Hikari's room if he could help it.
"Why? Why do you want?" Ryou questioned, cautiously backing away from the door. Apparently Bakura could sense this because he suddenly kicked the door as hard as he could, making it rattle on its hinges.
"Just open the fucking door," Bakura commanded again, his voice much angrier than before. That's when Ryou began to hear it, the light slur in his Yami's speech. Bakura must have been incredibly drunk for his speech to be affected like that, and apparently he wanted to torture Ryou while in his drunken rage.
"Okay, just give me a second," the teen sighed, giving in to the demands of the man on the other side of the door. Even if he wanted to, chances of keeping Bakura out were slim to none. The platinum blonde unlocked the door and opened it for the elder man before quickly scampering away. Bakura swaggered in, nearly falling to the floor with every few steps he took. Ryou slid, as quietly as he could to a corner of the room, hoping and praying that Bakura would just leave, but – of course – there was no such luck tonight. Bakura turned towards Ryou, swaying as he walked; however that did not frighten Ryou. What did frighten him was the predatory gleam in the Yami's eyes. Upon reaching his target, Bakura blocked any hope of escape Ryou may have had by placing an arm on each wall, thus effectively trapping the poor, poor teen. This was definitely not a good sign, so Ryou asked again, his voice soft and filled with fear, "What do you need, Bakura?"
The man did not respond, nor did he give any sign that he'd actually heard the frightened teen's question. Instead, he simply leaned his head down and pressed his lips to the other male's lips. If that didn't tell Ryou what Bakura wanted from him, then the boy was a hopeless case.
An intense mixture of shock and fear screamed through the teen's body, triggering his fight or flight response; it is fairly obvious which response Ryou is most suited to. He pushed against Bakura's chest as hard as he possibly could, forcing the elder male away for a few precious moments, moments that Ryou desperately used to run from his insane, drunk Yami. While the push had caught Bakura off guard, Ryou had next to no luck in those few precious moments that were meant for running as far and as fast as he could. The elder of the two tightly grabbed a hold of Ryou's wrist and yanked him roughly backwards, pinning him to his body. Instantly, Ryou began to struggle, desperately trying to find some way to get out of the room or even get out of the house. His struggles were in vain as Bakura tightened his hold, slowly starting to cut off his Hikari's ability to breathe. Realizing he would not – or rather, could not – win against his Yami, Ryou stopped fighting and simply stood there, waiting for Bakura to make some sort of move. The taller man grinned predatorily as he ran a hand down Ryou's chest and over his stomach, making to smaller male shiver.
"There now," he whispered in his Hikari's ear, nipping it lightly and delighting in the whimper it elicited from the teen trapped in his arms. "Be a good boy and it won't have to hurt. You may even enjoy it…"
The only response he got was a whimper of fear, but that was fine with Bakura. He was too drunk to realize just how hard Ryou was shaking within his grasp, and even if he did notice, it was doubtful that he cared. Bakura did what he wanted to do and he didn't give a damn about anyone he may hurt in the process, just as he was doing now. He slipped a hand under Ryou's shirt and brushed his hand up the pale stomach, over the soft chest and stopped to brush his fingers over one of Ryou's nipples before giving it a pinch. The trapped teen released a loud whimper and a yelp, hoping they would catch Bakura's attention and make him stop.
"Bakura," he whimpered, begging with tears in his eyes now, "Bakura, please stop. Please don't do this."
Bakura either didn't hear his Hikari's pleas or didn't care, and to prove this, he bit down in the juncture of Ryou's neck, loving the cry of pain if elicited from the small form in his arms. His hands did their work quickly, and soon Ryou's shirt was tossed to the floor. The younger male shivered as the cold air in the room hit him, though it was barely noticeable since he was already shivering so badly from being relentlessly attacked by his Yami.
Soon tiring of standing, Bakura picked up the small, light teenager in a bridal style fashion and deposited him on the bed. Bakura crawled up to loom over him for a moment before leaning down and slowly kissing his way down Ryou's chest and stomach, holding the other's hands captive so he couldn't fight back. When he reached Ryou's bellybutton, he dipped his tongue in and out, making the trapped Hikari squirm in discomfort and whimper.
"Oh, Ryou, you're going to love this. I promise. Just relax and it'll feel really good," Bakura whispered against Ryou's stomach, making him squirm again. He heard the sound of a zipper being undone and the rustling of panting being removed. When the coldness of the room brushed against his legs, he realized it was his pants that had been removed. There was the sound of another zipper being undone and more rustling of clothes being removed, which Ryou assumed meant that Bakura had taken off his pants as well.
The small teen whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut while the man atop him continued his ministrations. He ignored Ryou's cries and sobs for him to stop. He wanted it, and Bakura always got what he wanted. Much later that night, Bakura exited his Hikari's cold room, leaving behind a sobbing and bleeding Ryou on the bed.
Ryou greeted the next day without any emotion, not even anger. He slowly pushed himself up, wincing at the throb that went through the lower half of his body. Of course, that pain was nothing compared to the searing pain he felt when he finally managed to stand, stepping away from the now bloody bed. His entire body roared with pain, but his bottom was especially sore. He wobbled his way to the small bathroom that connected to his bedroom, wincing every few steps at his soreness. He turned on the water, allowing it to warm up before stepping into the shower. He needed to wash off the blood and grime that still adorned his battered body. When sure that no more of last night's events could be washed off of his body, Ryou tenderly stepped out of the shower, dried off his body – wincing every now and then when he bent his body at an unfavorable angle – and gingerly pulled on his school uniform. Moving at a slow pace, he collected his books and any other supplies he needed for school, carefully arranging them inside his bag before going downstairs.
Thankfully, Bakura wasn't in the kitchen, but that didn't mean he wasn't around somewhere on the first floor. Ryou decided a quick and fast exit would be best and made himself some toast before rushing towards the door, tears threatening to leak from his eyes at the pain that roared up and down his back. He had almost made it to freedom when a hand shot out of the darkness, taking hold of his wrist and stopping him. The fear that gripped Ryou then was so powerful and so tight that Ryou was sure he was going to suffocate. Turning, he saw the one person he was most afraid to see at that moment, Bakura.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bakura growled at Ryou, gripping the captured wrist tighter until Ryou was sure it would be bruised.
"To school…" Ryou replied in a small voice, looking down at the floor. He was starting to shake and wanted nothing more than to pull away from his tormentor and run, but he was too scared to do so.
"Don't even think of telling anyone about last night's little escapade, you little slut," the Yami warned, letting go of Ryou's wrist and pushing him towards the door. Ryou opened the door and stepped into the sunlight.
"How could I possibly ever tell anyone?" He whispered more to himself than Bakura, but he knew the elder male had heard him. Ryou left, closing the door behind him and began the long process of limping down the street. Though he did try his best to walk straight, or at least somewhat normally, he couldn't go more than a few steps before he felt his entire body creak in agony from being forced to do so. He barely managed to make it to school on time, and half the time he was there he felt uncomfortable, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on what he was supposed to be learning in class. All the people scared him, being stuck in a crowd made him break out into a cold sweat and whenever someone touched his shoulder to get his attention, it was all he could do to keep from completely flipping his lid.
"Hey, Ryou," a familiar voice chirped happily behind him. When he turned to see who had addressed him, he saw Yuugi standing there with everyone else in tow.
"Hello, Yuugi. Everyone," Ryou greeted back, acknowledging them with a nod of his head.
"Do you want to sit with us while we eat lunch?" Yuugi peered over at his friend, hoping he would agree. Ryou inwardly cursed his bad luck. He was already pretty close to a nervous breakdown, of that he was sure. Now, Yuugi wanted him to sit in a huge group of people and he was expected to actually eat…? How could such a thing even be possible? However, Ryou also knew that if he declined, he would have to give a good reason, which he didn't have. So, he pretended to give the suggestion some thought before replying.
"Sure, I'd love to. It's been a while since I ate with all of you," Ryou replied, smiling softly at his friend.
"Wai!" Yuugi sang, taking hold of Ryou's hand and leading him to the table they normally sat at. The platinum haired teen had to resist every instinct in his body that told him to yank his hand away from Yuugi and run. When everyone sat down at the table, Ryou winced slightly – his bottom was still sore after all – but hoped it would go unnoticed. Of course, since his luck was never that good, Otogi just happened to see the action and commented on it.
"Hey, Ryou, are you alright?"
"Hmm? Of course, I'm fine. Why?" Ryou did his best to sound innocent, but he wasn't sure just how convincing he sounded.
"Well, it's just that you winced as you sat down," Otogi replied.
"Ah, yeah. Yesterday I was chased down by a dog," Ryou lied smoothly. He found that is wasn't hard to lie to his friends anymore, not like how it had been when Bakura had first started beating him. Before, it had absolutely killed him to deceive the few people he actually trusted.
"Oh, I see." While the response was mild enough, the look Otogi sent his way told Ryou he didn't believe him. However, before Otogi could call him on the lie, a squeal from a clique of girls caught the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. Ryou stood up from the table, excusing himself and quickly headed for the exit opposite from the source of the noise. Bakura was here; he'd come to his school and the nasty look he had on his face told Ryou that things were going to get ugly very fast. His body protested the sudden movements of trying to escape to source of his fear, but Ryou ignored them, knowing it would only get much worse if he was caught by his Yami.
Just as freedom seemed to be within his grasp – or at least the possibility of escaping and finding somewhere to hide – Bakura tackled him to the floor. It seemed that trying to flee from Bakura had only made things worse because when the elder male stood, he gripped Ryou's upper arms tightly, ensuring the teen couldn't escape a second time.
"Why the fuck did you run away from me?" Bakura hissed at his Hikari, his voice low but still booming with anger. The whole cafeteria was silent, carefully watching the two identical males. Ryou said nothing, simply turning his head away from Bakura. Though this action enraged the taller of the two, he held back as much as he possibly could. He let go of one arm and used his now free hand to force the teen's face back towards him. "Look at me when I talk to you."
"Was there something you wanted from me, Bakura?" Ryou asked, looking up at the man with expressionless eyes. He hadn't answered Bakura's question, but Bakura gave no sign that he noticed or even cared.
"We're leaving. Right now," was all Bakura said, his voice still very angry. Ryou said nothing and allowed the elder male to drag him out of the school cafeteria. He didn't even have enough time to collect his school things. His friends watched him being dragged away and Ryou looked up at them, smiling ever so slightly.
"Sorry I wasn't able to eat lunch with you guys," he said, waving his free hand at them to say goodbye. While they were walking down the street from his school, Ryou noticed that Bakura still hadn't let go of his arm. The teen had the sudden urge to bite and gnaw at the arm that was holding him captive, but held back of actually following through. Instead, he asked shyly, "Ah, Bakura? Would you mind letting go on my arm?"
"No," was all the reply he got and was dragged down the street in a much more forceful fashion than before.
"Ah, Bakura! I can't walk that fast! I'm going to fall!" Like he predicted, Ryou's legs suddenly gave out from under him, sending him down to crash on the pavement. Ryou closed his eyes, expecting a sudden pain to jar his already battered body. However, no pain came; he never felt the cold pavement hit his body. Confused, Ryou opened one eye, then the other, and discovered that Bakura had caught him.
"Humph. Watch out, idiot," Bakura hissed into his light's ear. The feeling of Bakura's arms holding him – rather securely, Ryou couldn't help noticing – and the feeling of Bakura's breath against his ear as the other spoke was too much for Ryou to handle. The memories of the previous night suddenly began to surface, causing the youger of the two platinum blondes to suddenly jerk in the elder's grip. Bakura noticed the jerk, but was still caught off guard when Ryou suddenly snapped up, causing Bakura's hold on him to falter. Ryou saw that Bakura had been caught off guard, and took the opportunity to run off before the Yami could regain his composure.
Ryou continued running, not bothering to look back and see if Bakura was following him. He couldn't bring himself to care, even if the elder man was. The only thought that was currently in his head was to get as far away from the situation he'd been in as fast as he could. The memories that kept surfacing even as Ryou tried to suppress them only made him run faster, as if he could outrun the pain he was in. When he finally did stop, the platinum blonde realized he'd run all the way into the downtown area of the city. Ryou paused for a moment to catch his breath and to take in his surroundings. Most of downtown was actually fairly normal, but it did also have its upper class areas and its sleazy areas. Ryou, unfortunately, had run into one of the areas that was the worst in terms of its sleaziness. There were groups of hookers on virtually every street corner. Also, the teen could swear he saw drug deals being conducted out in the open, not even bothering to care if the cops saw them. Downtown was also famous for its gangs, who – Ryou had heard – were fiercely territorial.
"Well, well. What do we have here guys?" A greasy sounding voice sneered from Ryou's left. The teen turned to look and realized he'd attracted the attention of some gang members. They were slowly starting to gather around him, and the platinum blonde backed up a few steps from them. The same gang member that had called out before, started laughing and said, "Aw, look. The little whore is afraid of us. Maybe we ought to show him that we aren't so bad once he gets to know us."
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap, Ryou started backing up slowly. He backed right into a pair of muscular tan arms.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't harass this boy," came a familiar voice. Ryou turned his head, and saw none other than Malik.
"Who the fuck are you blondie?" The greasy man growled. He was obviously annoyed that he'd been interrupted.
"I'm shocked. You don't recognize me?" Malik smirked at the men. Apparently one of the men did recognize him, because his face went pale and he rushed to tell the greasy voiced man Malik's identity. Accordingly, that man's face drained of its color.
"I-If we'd known he was with you, we'd have never bothered him," the man stuttered in fear.
"Glad to know it. Now scram," Malik ordered the group. The men couldn't take off fast enough. When they were alone, the blonde dropped his arms from their position around Ryou's shoulders – something Ryou was silently grateful for – and suddenly started lecturing the teen. "Jesus, Ryou! You know this part of town is dangerous! What do you think you're doing coming down here? Especially in clothes that just scream weakling? If you're really that interested in coming to this part of town, wear clothes that are more masculine, or at the very least, less feminine...Why did you come down here anyways?"
The teen's cheeks flushed red and he stared at the sidewalk as he mumbled words of apology to Malik.
"Bakura and I got into a fight. I got scared and ran from him. I didn't mean to come to downtown, honestly," Ryou answered Malik's question with a partial-truth. He had run away from Bakura and he hadn't meant to come to downtown.
"I guess I'll accept that answer for now since I can see you're sporting some nice red marks on your cheeks."
"Thanks. And thanks for saving me from those guys earlier."
"No big deal. I'm the toughest guy around here and they know it. You're just lucky I happened to be passing by and saw you being cornered. If I hadn't things would have turned out much worse for you," Malik commented casually.
"Hey, Malik?"
"Hm?"
"Is it possible to get a knife around here?" Ryou suddenly asked. Malik nearly tripped and turned to look at Ryou oddly. Surely he'd misheard him.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A knife," Ryou repeated. "Is it possible to get one around here?"
"Well, I can't say it's hard to get your hands on one, but why do you want one?"
"Ah, just in case someone breaks into house or I somehow end up here in downtown again," Ryou rushed.
"I see. Well, follow me then. I'll show you a good shop that's now ridiculously expensive." Malik sounded almost cheery, which was slightly disturbing, even if this was Malik we were talking about. Ryou followed after Malik, not wanting to be left on his own again. Malik showed the petite teen to a nearby knife shop and helped him pick out a light but sturdy knife. It could deal a fair amount of damage if wielded correctly. After paying for his purchase, Ryou said his goodbyes to Malik and headed home.
When he reached his house, Ryou was almost too afraid to go in. He considered not going in and finding some other accommodations for the night, but knowing Bakura, he would be even angrier if Ryou didn't come home at all. Gathering up what little courage he had at that moment, Ryou unlocked the door and crept in.
"And where the hell have you been?" Bakura stood before Ryou, eyes blazing.
"I was downtown, hanging out with Malik..." Ryou replied, chewing his bottom lip.
"Uh-huh..." Bakura seemed to be disbelieving of Ryou's words.
"I don't have anything else to say, Bakura. Would you like me to make you dinner?"
"No, I've already eaten," Bakura replied in a dismissive manner, while walking away. Ryou stood frozen in place. He couldn't believe it. Bakura hadn't hit him or slammed him into a wall or done anything at all. Offering a small prayer of thanks to God for this favor, Ryou quickly climbed the stairs to his room and once again, locked the door.
The sheets of his bed were still bloody and Ryou shivered, leaning against the door and sliding down to the floor. He could feel the tears starting to spill from his eyes, and the bile threatened to rise in his throat. All the memories of the previous night were resurfacing and no matter how hard he tried, Ryou could not push them away from the forefront of his mind. He was reliving that pain and humiliation all over again. The feeling of Bakura's lips trailing down his body, the feeling of Bakura thrusting into him and out and in again. All of these thoughts and memories came flooding through. It all hurt so much and he just wanted the pain to go away.
Ryou shifted on the floor and felt something poke his side. He quickly remembered the knife he'd bought earlier. Taking it out of his pocket, the brown-eyed high school student pulled out the blade. He held it against his skin, pushing without breaking the skin. He stood from his position on the floor, and went to his bathroom. He got into his bathtub, sat down and then pushed harder on his arm with the knife. He watched, almost fascinated, as his blood welled up and spilled out from the cut. It felt good. It pain from his arms pushed back the memories from the previous night. Ryou cut his arm again and again until his mind was full of nothing but the pain & pleasure coming from his arm.
The teen carefully lifted himself up and washed off the cuts. He hissed in discomfort when the water ran over the cuts. It stung like mad. Once done, he gently wrapped his arm with bandages and slipped into a pair of pajamas. Remembering his sheets were still bloody, he pulled them off his bed and got a clean set from his closet. He quickly made his bed and retrieved his other comforter from the closet.
When the bed was finally ready, Ryou settled into it, making sure to be careful of his arm because it still stung. He turned out the light next to his bed and pulled the comforter up over his head. Then, slowly, chocolate brown eyes closed and Ryou entered sweet oblivion.
REWRITTEN: 02-26-2011
I'm aware that Ryou is not acting how a rape victim would most likely act. Since I've no idea how one would act, I'm making him conflicted. He's terrified that he's going to be violated like that again, but at the same time, I don't want him to have a complete lack of strength. He needs to be able to find the strength to pick himself back up again...Though first he'll go through a downward spiral. He's stuck between wanting to tell his friends and being terrified of what his friends would think of him if they knew what had happened to him.
