Okay, here's the next chapter of Faceless Abuser. I'm sorry it took so bloody long to post. I had a monstrous writer's block about half way through writing it…I'm not gonna give that damned disclaimer again as that is just a waste of time. I expect that anyone who's reading this chapter has read the first one.

No fucking flames! They're annoying, usually badly written, and pointless. I do not get fucking guilt trips about this kind of thing. Want to really be a good person? Agree that different people have DIFFERENT OPINIONS. As that is nature's and God's law.

This is yaoi, slash, boyXboy love. You have been warned. Don't like it? Tough. Don't read it.

+…Faceless Abuser…+

"I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life"

-Frou Frou-

Ryou woke up the next morning with Bakura pounding on his door.

"Ryou! Get the hell up and get down stairs! Your friends are here to see you," the yami yelled through the door. Sighing, Ryou slipped out of his warm bed and trudged to the bathroom. He quickly washed his face and brushed out his long hair. Walking out of the bathroom, still groggy with sleep, Ryou pulled out a midnight black long sleeved shirt and slipped it over his head. After he'd adjusted it so that it fell just right on his thin frame he picked up a pulled a pair of loose dark blue jeans off the hanger in his closet and slipped into them.

When he finally moved downstairs, Bakura looked like he wanted to hurt something, severely. 'Like that's a big surprise,' Ryou rolled his eyes and moved into the kitchen.

"What do you want for breakfast, Bakura?" the smaller man asked without turning to Bakura. It still gave him the shivers to look at that older man. When he did not hear any response, Ryou finally turned to see several of his friends staring at him in some degree of disbelief. This confused Ryou greatly.

"What? Why are you all looking at me like I have some deadly disease?"

"Ah, sorry Ryou. It's just, how can you act so normal after what happened yesterday," Yuugi spoke up, still staring.

"What happened yesterday?" Ryou furrowed his brow, looking clearly confused. At least, that's how he appeared to everyone else. On the inside though, the man's mind was working at warp speed.

"Eh? But Ryou, don't you remember yesterday? When Bakura slapped you?" Anzu looked at her friend, concern growing inside her. What was Ryou trying to play at?

"Hmmm," the platinum blonde made to look as though he were actually thinking, "No, I don't remember anything of the sort. Are you guys sure it was me?"

"Well, yeah, I think we're all sure it was you Ryou. So, what's up? Why are you playing dumb and why are you protecting Bakura?" Otogi took a step towards Ryou and Bakura's eye twitched in annoyance.

"I'm not protecting anybody. I honestly have no clue what you all are going on about," Ryou looked at every person in front of him, his eyes hiding what was going on in the hikari's mind. He was afraid, so afraid. And if he admitted to being slapped, Ryou knew that, somehow, it would be admitting everything else that Bakura has ever done to him. The weight shifted uncomfortably around inside his body.

"Ryou…" Yuugi stepped forward and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. Suddenly though, he found himself falling into Jou. Confusion crossed his face, how did that happen?

"Don't touch me!" everyone's attention turned back to Ryou, who had slipped down onto the floor. His knees were tucked tightly against his chest, ankles crossed. The black sleeved hands of the high school man wrapped around his legs and his head fell into the dip his knees and chest made. It was rare for Ryou to scream and when it did happen, it had to be something pretty bad.

"Ryou?" this time Jou decided to take his chances with his distressed friend. The platinum blonde flinched when he heard his name.

"Don't touch me. Please, don't do it. I'm begging you, stop. Stop it!" slowly, the chocolate-eyed man rocked himself back and forth, murmuring and crying.

"C'mon hikari, get up off the floor," Bakura's harsh voice sounded in his light's ears. The rocking stopped and Ryou pulled himself out of his huddled form, reaching for the counter top to pull his person up. Straightening out his body, Ryou dusted off the back of his pants and turned from his yami and friends again.

Trying to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at him, Ryou busied himself with making enough food for all. Ryou was so caught up in this that he did not notice when two pale arms snaked their way under both of his arms and trapped him to the counter. When he went to move to get the eggs out of the refrigerator, the smaller man found that another body was holding his in place. Looking down at the arms, Ryou could tell that it was Bakura behind him. His heart suddenly started to race, his adrenaline rising. Suddenly his mouth felt too dry and almost everything was spinning.

Turning in his captor's arms, Ryou saw an unfamiliar feeling in the yami's eyes. Everything continued to swirl as Ryou reached out to put a hand on Bakura's face, hoping it would steady the spinning room.

"Bakura?" Ryou caressed his older man's soft cheek before moving his lips closer than any sane person would normally want to.

"Ba..ku.." Ryou breathed out the syllables, his lips still moving closer as the edges of his vision began to blur and blacken. The last thing Ryou remembered was looking into brilliant brown eyes, like his own.

Everything kept spinning round and round. Ryou felt like he was going o be sick. Suddenly though, everything stopped, just coming to a sudden halt. Ryou felt himself tumble forward into the inky blackness. His body just seemed to keep falling. Falling into oblivion. 'I wonder if this is what it feels like to be in a coma…' Ryou let his mind fly in all sorts of directions, until his falling brought him to a door.

The door was black and chains wrapped around it, as if trying to keep it from ever being opened. Ryou took a hesitant step toward the door. When nothing happened, he took another step and another. Feeling sure nothing would happen to him, the brown-eyed boy began to walk normally to the door. The chains unlocked and fell to the ground.

The door's silver handle turned and revealed Ryou's bedroom. Something was off about it though. It did not feel as safe as before. The door squeaked shut and locked, causing Ryou to panic.

"Hello, Ryou," a husky voice breathed into his ear. Hands found their way to his hips and held him firmly in place.

"W-who are you?" Ryou's voice quaked in terror, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, I think you know who I am," a tongue slipped into the pinned man's ear then slipped down to his neck. A mouth attached itself to the junction of his neck, making Ryou whimper before breathing out a name. A name that still frightened him.

"Bakura…"

"That's right," the man behind him let out a quiet, cruel chuckle. One hand slipped forward and brushed Ryou's black shirt up to reveal a slightly toned chest. A choked gasp escaped the smaller man's lips before they were covered by the yami's. The kiss was harsh and commanding, making Ryou whimper and Bakura groan.

Before he really understood what was happening, Ryou was lifted up bridal style and carried to his bed. The small man's eyes became wide as realization hit him. It was going to happen again. Bakura was going to fuck him again and leave him lying there on the bed, broken, bleeding and sobbing. What surprised him the most though was the fact that the thought of Bakura leaving him alone hurt more than the thought of Bakura raping him again.

He felt his clothes be ripped off and the 3000-year-old spirit's mouth descend onto his chest, biting down to make him cry out in pain. Even though it was futile, Ryou pleaded for Bakura to stop. Bakura just kept going though, seeming to rejoice in the pleads and sobs from his hikari. Soon Ryou stopped his cries and just lay there, letting his yami violate him again and again.

"Ryou? Ryou, what's wrong? Ryou, wake up!" a voice shouted into his ear. Ryou's eyes snapped open and his body flew up, slamming his head into the owner of the voice's own.

"Ow! Fuck, Ryou! What the hell's the matter with you!" Ryou turned to see his yami holding his forehead in anger and pain. Bakura glared at his other, making it clearly known he was going to get it if he did not get an explanation soon.

"Ah, I'm really sorry yami. I was having a bad dream and you startled me by trying to wake me up. I really am sorry. It was an accident," Ryou finished quietly, his head turned down in embarrassment. Bakura snorted and stood up.

"What was it about?"

"Eh?"

"Your dream. What was it about?" Bakura peered at Ryou through the spaces in his fingers.

"Oh. Ah, well you see…" Ryou's face turned bright red.

"You were moaning and begging someone to stop. I just wanted to know," Bakura explained further.

"Ah. I-I was dreaming about what happened two nights ago. That's all. Sorry if it bothered you," the hikari looked down at the black sheets clutched in his hands. Ryou did not notice when Bakura sat down on the bed and leaned towards him. A sudden chill ran down the smaller man's spine when he felt warm breath against his earlobe.

"You know, Ryou, you should be more careful about how you phrase things. A man could easily take that as an invitation to do it again," Bakura whispered against his light's ear, enjoying the flinch and whimper that Ryou let escape his lips.

"N-no, Bakura. That's not what I meant I was just answering your question."

"Really," Bakura slid his tongue along the shell of Ryou's ear and Ryou whimpered louder than last time. The spirit grinned and dipped his head down the look into his light's eyes. Looking into the reflecting chocolate pools, he saw fear, insecurity and something unidentifiable. No matter what, he could not figure out what the other emotion was.

"P-please, Bakura. Don't play with me. Don't play," the brown orbs became crystalline and a tear spilled down the smaller's cheek. Bakura felt confused before he decided to ignore the thought that now plagued his mind. Moving closer, he softly placed his lips on Ryou's. Innocent eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed.

Slowly an arm wrapped around his waist causing the eyes to shoot open again. Ryou quickly shoved Bakura off himself and ran to the bathroom. He locked the door and slid down the only barrier between him and the yami. Tears freely fell from both eyes as Ryou touched his lips with his fingertips, remembering the gentle kiss.

"God, why does he have to do that? It's too cruel to make me fantasize that someone actually cares about me. Why?" Ryou sobbed into his palms as he sat on the cold tile of his bathroom floor. Life just never seemed to want to be on his side. Ryou wiped off his tears and waited for the shuffling noise that signaled Bakura's departure. He walked out into his room after he heard the door slam shut. Walking over, he locked it. He then moved to his desk and pulled out the knife he'd purchased yesterday. Sitting on his bed, Ryou brought the steel dagger down to his arm and began cutting. At first it was just random marks, then he twisted designs into the pale arm. Satisfied when his arm was basically nothing more than a pool of red, Ryou turned on the warm water in his bathroom to cleanse the wounds. The stinging and eventual numbing of his arm caused the tired hikari to relax. The coil of tension slowly came undone.

/Hikari/ Ryou jumped when he heard Bakura's voice in his mind.

/Y-yes, yami? Is there something you needed?/

/ Well, no, but I wanted to know why I felt a sudden rush of pain and the relaxation coming from you…/

/Oh, ah. N-no reason./

/Hikari, has anyone ever told you that you're terrible at lying/

/I am not! If I was bad at it, then everybody at school would have found out what goes on in this house when the doors are closed/

/You're asking for it, Ryou. I swear to Ra, you are../

/Fine then! Come beat me! Better yet, come rape me again, you great big bully/

/R-ryou, what the hell has gotten into you/

/Nothing/ With that last statement, Ryou cut off the mind link now clearly annoyed. A loud bang resounded throughout his room as Bakura slammed his knee and fist into the door.

"Open the fucking door now, Ryou!" the yami screamed in rage. Ryou quickly jumped around his room to pack a small bag. Even he knew that his trusty door was no match for Bakura when he was like this. Ryou quickly grabbed his knife and pushed open the small window, if it could even be called that, and began the process of shimming out of the house. He heard his door breaking open and Bakura's blind cursing as he looked about the room for his light. Ryou kept his shimming, praying that Bakura would not see him.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, you little fucking slut!" Bakura roared when he spotted Ryou trying to escape. The small man cursed and worked faster to get out. When he finally did, and managed to hit the ground, he ran. Ryou ran faster than he thought possible. He knew Bakura was chasing after him and he knew that it was most likely that Bakura was going to catch him.

A sudden jerk around his stomach told him all he needed to know. The spirit had finally caught him. With what air he could draw in his lungs, Ryou screamed. He screamed so much that the neighbors began peeking out their windows and stepping out on to their porches.

"Help me! Help!" Ryou kept screaming while Bakura dragged him back to the house.

"Help me, please! He's going to hurt me! Please!" The screaming continued until Bakura had finally managed to drag the hysterical man back into the small home. Ryou quickly made a run for his room and made it in before realizing it did not do him much good seeing as the door had been broken down. Bakura stood in the doorway, anger barely concealed in his face. Ryou turned to face him just as Bakura tackled him to the bed. The older man pinned Ryou's arms above him and straddled the petite waist.

"Ah, Bakura! My arm, stop it!" Ryou whimpered, praying the blood would not start to flow again.

" You should be more worried about the rest of yourself, not your fucking arm," the yami growled, increasing the pressure on the smaller man's arms to prove his point.

"Ahhh! No! Bakura, stop it! Stop!" Ryou screamed that time as he felt the cuts reopening. Bakura paused for a minute when he felt something moist of his hand. Lifting his hand, he saw red liquid covering a good majority of his palm.

"Ryou. Ryou, what the hell?" Bakura looked down at his light in what seemed to be interest and shock. Ryou pushed with as much might he could muster against his yami and made a break for his bathroom. Bakura caught him and pulled the light to his body.

"Ryou, what have you done?" Bakura pushed up the sleeves of the turtleneck.

"Bakura…don't…" Ryou whispered. The spirit looked in shock and horror at the arms of his light. Cuts were everywhere. Some were just random slashes but the newer ones appeared to be in a design.

"Oh, my Ra…" Bakura's face became pale at the sight of the marring cuts on the pale skin in front of him. Ryou, ripped his arms from the stronger's grip. He ran for Bakura's room, locking the door and reinforcing it with the two chairs in the room; one from the desk and the other from the corner closest to the bed. The pounding never came and the tired , frightened light fell asleep in the room of his abuser. The smell of vanilla and jade rocked him to sleep with tears in his eyes.

…wow, I finished the chapter. I know it's uber short and I'm sorry about that. I promise that the next one will be longer and don't expect it until late April. That's when my deadline will be. I promise to try to get it in before then though. I thank all the marvelous people that reviewed the first chapter. Your encouragement pulled me through the mud.