Title: All your fault

Warning: Yummy Yaoiness

Disclaimer: Don't own YU-GI-OH only the story plot

A/N: Nothing big to say...please leave comments! ;)

All your fault

His eyes wide, brows together, worry and disbelief written all over his face. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, daring to fall. This was just...unbelievable! It COULDN'T be true...had couldn't be...

But there. Staring Yugi in the face was his friend, his dead friend, Ryou. He HAD to still be dreaming. He was dead! He was...a real angel...

"You may deny it all you want, but it is still real. He is real." Bakura whispered in the tri-colored haired teens ear. Yugi still couldn't believe it. The living dead? That was only in movies! It had to be fake...

But he wasn't.

Bakura strolled over to the motionless albino angel, circling him, looking him up and down. "Oh how I missed that face of your...and your smell...fresh spice! So very tasty...and an ANGEL who would have thought!" He smiled, brushing a hand threw the large, pure white wings. Ryou was still. His eyes still blank.

"How I missed your cries...your screams and moans1 But don't worry my Abiou. I found someone to take your place..." Bakura glanced at the still shocked Yugi. He then draped his arms around Ryous neck and cooed in his ear. "He's my new little slave boy...and oh how he can scream!" His words seemed to prick at Ryou, he flinched every so slightly, a look of sadness entered his dull eyes. Bakura smirked and walked back over to Yugi.

"See now? Ryou is dead. And will truly never come back. I just summoned his soul from the grave. But why I brought him...well...I want to have a little fun..." He looked down at Yugi. "Do you know why he's dead? Why he was so tormented and pained? Why his scares and wounds never healed? Do you know why, my angel?" Bakura asked in a soft voice.

Yugi licked his dried lips and shook his head slowly "no", never taking his eyes off of Ryou. Bakura stared down at him. "I think you know why..." He said, twirling a strand of blonde around his finger.

Yugi stuttered as he spoke. "B-bec-cause, y-you did al-all t-this to h-him?" He tried to answer correctly, in fear of the punishment if it where wrong.

Bakura just leaned down and whispered. "Afraid not. It's because of you..."

Yugi froze at this reply. He was petrified to even think he would do such a thing to his friend! "What...?" He whispered, turning to Bakura, staring into his dark, mischievous eyes.

"You heard me. It's your fault my angel. It's always been your fault."

The boys mind was running frantic now. What was this monster saying? His fault? But that couldn't been...It COULDN'T be! The room was spinning. Why was everything blurry? What was going on? Flashes off light ran past Yugi's sight, bring very brief images of Ryou in the past. He was speaking to him too.

Hello Yugi!

Don't worry, I'll always be there for you!

Don't tell anyone, please!

I you had one wish what would that be?

One wish...

Wish for death...

Theses images ran threw his mind, screaming and shouting at him. "No...NO!" He cried, holding his head, shaking his back and forth. "It's not my fault! Not my-"

Bakura ruffle grabbed onto the smaller's shoulders. Holding him in place. "It is! It is your fault! It always was! Always! Your fault he hurt so much, your fault he was never strong enough, your fault he wanted death, your fault he died! YOUR FAULT! I'm only the one who gave him his wish!" He seethed in Yugi's ear.

Yugi now felt drained of energy. His body went limp in Bakura's grasp. "Not my...my fault. My fault. All mine- No- Mine. My fault. Not my- my..." His stuttering and broken words dripped from his lips, soon coming to a silent halt.

"Don't you remember little one? The day you found out...you saw him on the floor. Bleeding from his head, clothes ripped, and tear stained cheeks. He pleaded for you not to tell anyone. He begged. He knew if anyone found out, more pain would only follow. You promised to stay quiet. Even when deep down, Ryou, wanted you to tell someone, anyone! He was broken and shattered one to many times. You never told anyone. You watched him in the hallways, walking down the street. You saw the invisible bruises, knew he hide behind his fake smiled and words. He had died inside, but kept on living! It was YOUR fault he was so sad, YOUR fault he hurt so much, YOUR fault he died the way he did! You had to choice to stop it. To stop ME, but you didn't! Your could have prevented this...all of this..."

His eyes stung now. Fresh tears freely spilling from the corners of his eyes. He then fell to his knees. He feel so hard, he just didn't want to get up anymore. "My fault- My- Mine. All my- my f-ault. Ryou- Bakura- My fault- Mine. Yami. My fault. Always my fault. Always mine." He mumbled like this forever.

Bakura had broken him once again. He had hit him right where it hurts, where it couldn't be healed. He smirked at the fallen angel. So small and fragile...how he loved his pain! He turned to Ryou, still frozen in his place and grinned. Ryou also had tears running down his cheeks. Crimson Tears, tears of blood! He chuckled. "You may go now, my pet." Bakura waved his hand and Ryou vanished within the shadows from wence he came, but did not leave...

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The darkness surrounded him. Nothing but darkness. His arms where stilled chained up. He was almost dead. His skin was inhumanly pale, ghostly. His once powerful eyes clouded over by a cloudy puff. He didn't cry anymore. He had no more tears to shed. His breathing was very shallow, very short. And this is where he stayed. This is were the might had fallen.

This is where Yami was.

He had no hope of getting out, no more light to light his dark world. Everything he knew was lost. He felt as if he had no more heart. He was hallow and empty inside. But what hurt the most was he could still hear. He heard everything. He heard his Abiou get raped, he heard him give in, heard Bakura brake him, and now he heard his Yugi blaming himself. Why did it have to hurt so Gods damn much!

He let out a hallowed scream, short and filled with sorrow and pain. "Why...?" He muttered under his breath, hanging his head once more.

Then, just then, there was a light. It glowed softly, pure white. So warm and smooth...

It came closer.

His eyes widened as wide as he could make them in his weakened state.

"R-Ryou...?"