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Ugh. What a headache.

Bakura groaned as he pressed a hand to his forehead, a dull, throbbing pain in his head. Fuck. I won't do that again. Suddenly, the memories of last night hit him like a wave. The rape. He'd raped Ryou.

Oh shit.

"Ryou?" His voice was hoarse and thick as he lifted his head to look at the light. He was lying on the floor only a foot away from him, and the demon could tell that his little figure was still huddled underneath his small layer of blankets. The bundle gave a slight stir, followed by a soft cry of pain. "Ryou?"

"Wh-what?" The light responded, his voice muffled. Bakura frowned, casting an eye to his watch. 7:00 AM. Blinking against the light, The yami crawled over to Ryou, Shaking where he guessed that the teens shoulder was, he scrunched his eyes, trying to rid himself of the pounding headache and nausea rising in his stomach.

"Get up." Bakura spat in his harsh voice. "Come on." Ryou trembled under the blankets, his heart rate quickening in fear. "Ryou!"

"I-I can't, B-Bakura-sama." He whispered, His hands clenching onto the blanket tighter. "I-It hurts t-too much." Ryou whimpered pathetically, earning a growl from the demon, who tore the blankets off of the teen to reveal his naked bloodied form, Ryou pressing his face into one of his pillows.

"Didn't you clean yourself up?" Bakura raised an eyebrow as he gazed at his handiwork, Ryou shaking his head, pale skin forming goosebumps from the cold morning air. "Fuck." He raised a hand to his headache. "Get up."

"I-I can't." Ryou repeated, tearfully this time, his shoulders shaking. Bakura growled, sliding his hands under the lights skeletal chest, Ryou screaming as the demon pulled him up and sat him on his rear.

"Now sit." Bakura growled, glaring at the light, who nodded, biting his lip and clenching his hands into fists so hard his nails drew blood from his palms. The demon admired his own handiwork for a second, then looking the light in the eye. "Listen. It's a Sunday, and that means that you owe me a breakfast. And as well as that, I need something for this fucking headache. So get moving."

"B-But I-" Ryou began, but realizing it was useless, cut himself short, gazing down instead to the ground. "C-Can I-I have a shower first?" He whispered, tears rolling down his face purely from the anguish that crackled from his rear.

"Whatever." Bakura spat, glaring daggers as the light, who struggled to his feet, but fell back with a cry, trying again, but failing. "You're pathetic." The demon snarled, crossing his arms as he rolled crimson orbs heavenward.

"C-Can I-I please have some h-help?" Ryou whispered in his naturally soft voice, sniffing. The yami snorted, clipping his host over the head with a snarl.

"As if." He spat, standing up and making to leave the room, internally screaming at his headache.

"Please?" Ryou queried beseechingly, brown eyes wide and imploringly. "I-I c-can't by myself." He continued, his hands clasped together, unaware of the blood trickling down his wrists from his torn palms. "Please." Bakura's less sadistic side got the better of him for once, a scowl crossing demonic features.

"Oh, all right." The spirit heaved a sigh as he stalked towards Ryou, taking his shoulders and pulling his too-thin frame up so they were relatively the same height. "There." Ryou could do nothing but lean against his dark counterpart, sobbing into Bakura's shoulder in pain. "Happy now?" The teen didn't know how to respond, so he didn't, wincing at the spirits sigh of exasperation as he hauled Ryou towards the bathroom.

"Th-thank you." Ryou kept his eyes lowered as Bakura dumped him on the floor of the shower cubicle, crying out as his tender rear came into contact with the floor. "U-Um, c-could y-you t-turn it on for me, please Bakura-sama?" The light asked in the sweetest voice he could muster, turning on his large childlike eyes up to their full charm, his hands clasped once again. "I-I can't reach…"

"Fucking hell!" Bakura raged, growling at the light. "Do you want me to bloody clean you off while I'm at it?"

"Th-thank you." Ryou said softly, sure to keep his eyes downcast as Bakura wrapped a fluffy white towel around his too-slim waist, bony arms wrapped around the demons neck, his face pressed into his wet shoulder. Bakura rolled his eyes, still figuring out how Ryou had managed to manipulate him into actually getting into the shower with him, and helping him bathe.

"If you're so fucking grateful, then you'll give me something to get rid of this goddamn headache." Bakura growled, holding a hand to his forehead. Ryou nodded, lifting his head from the yami's collarbone so he could speak clearly.

"Um, there are some painkillers in the first-aid kit under the sink." He whispered, making sure to not look Bakura in the eye. "They're really strong, so they'd do the- Ah!" Ryou screamed as his tenant pushed him to the ground, Bakura rummaging around the cabinet eagerly. Biting his lip, Ryou managed to prop himself up on frail arms, letting out a long breath as Bakura emitted a cry of triumph, tearing through the first-aid kit.

"Thank fuck." He growled happily as he extracted the silver cartridge. "One left, Ryou, you need to stock up." Ryou's shoulders sagged and his face dropped as the demon filled the plastic rinsing cup with water and downing the last pill.

"I-I was h-hoping to have one." The teen murmured in a small, disappointed voice. Bakura snorted, rolling his eyes.

"You'd need heroin or morphine to get rid of that kind of pain." The demon stood up, stepping over the sprawled light as he left the bathroom. "Clean that up, will you?" He called over his shoulder as he headed towards the lounge, leaving Ryou to deal with the mess he left behind.

I should really be lying down and trying to rest. Ryou sighed as he dragged himself over to his tenants mess. And morphine or something would be nice. I want some sleep. And to get rid of this pain. As the light stowed the first-aid kit into the cabinet, he couldn't help but wonder what may have happened if he didn't punch Bakura in the face last night.

"There you are." Bakura sneered, sprawled out upon the plush couch, a hand to his forehead. Ryou was silent as he limped into the lounge, leaning heavily on the wall as he bit his lip. "What took you so long?" The demon continued, sitting up to stare at the light. "Ryou?"

"What?" Ryou whimpered, clenching his eyes as he took another step. "P-Please Bakura-sama, not now, I'm in a lot of pain and there's stuff to do." The spirit growled at the lights irritable tone, hands clenching into fists. "I-I'm sorry."

"Better be." Bakura snarled, glaring daggers at the light, who flinched and looked away. "I'm fucking hungry." Ryou bit his lip, limping over to the kitchenette. The demon rolled his eyes, leaning back into the couch as the sounds of Ryou making breakfast filled his ears. He really loved it. The look in Ryou's eyes when the spirit berated him- total and complete submission. Bakura loved it.

"B-Bakura-sama?" The lights soft voice broke him out of his thoughts some time later. "It's on the table for you." Ryou kept his eyes lowered, hands twisting in his fingers. Bakura raised an eyebrow, pulling himself into a sitting position. "I-I'm going to go to m-my room now-" Suppressing a sob, the light fled, ignoring the snort from Bakura as he sat down at the table.

Why was he even crying anymore? Ryou pondered this as he knelt on the soft carpet beside his pathetic excuse for a bed, his face in his hands. Bakura was right- crying solved absolutely nothing. All it did was make him depressed and upset, but it seemed to be all he could do anymore. Cry and cry until he felt like there weren't any more tears left. What hurt him most was how normal Bakura was acting, like nothing happened last night, like he hadn't committed his cruelest act. Wiping at his eyes, Ryou leaned back into his nest of blankets, staring at a spot on the ceiling. It still hurt, really hurt down there. Oh gosh, Bakura was right. He should have given himself up when the demon had the façade. At least then the act would have been gentle and loving, at least Ryou wouldn't be in so much pain, at least he would have the memories to ponder on. After all, he was a teenage boy, and despite his internal promises, there was only one thing on his mind. If Bakura had suggested sex, Ryou would have jumped, giving it to Bakura whenever he asked. But there was a difference between giving and taking. Tears rolled down Ryou's eyes, but he wiped them away, nestling into the still-warm blankets. After being up all night in pain, Ryou was exhausted. And although his rear still burned with an agonizing fire, it was finally enough to not notice if you really tried. Ryou was already half-asleep as he pulled the thickest, warmest blanket over his emaciated frame, and a few seconds later, had sunk into a deep slumber.

Bakura couldn't eat.

His favourite food was spread it in front of him- Bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs, and sausages all deliciously fried- But he just couldn't eat it. His stomach was in knots, and a sick, swirly feeling was going on down there. Maybe he was sick. Yeah, that was it. He obviously caught something.

"Fuck." The spirit cursed, throwing his fork down on the plate in anger. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He moaned, resting his head on the table. "Bloody hell." To his eternal shame, his nose started running and the back of his eyes burned. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like this? How can Ryou affect me so much? He's nothing. Nothing! I don't bloody care about him. I can't. And he doesn't love me after what I did anyway.

Why am I caring about that?

Oh God. Fuck. No.

There is no way I could possibly love him. Hell would freeze over before I love the brat.

Bakura swore loudly, slamming his fist angrily into the table. "Fuck it all!" He screamed, standing up and kicking the table leg in his rage. "Oh God…" He moaned. Holding his head in his hands. "Oh God." What the HELL is wrong with me? "Goddamn it!" The demon didn't even since as he punched the wall angrily, a large dent in the plaster. The skin on his knuckles tore, blood beginning to trickle down his wrist. Bakura bit his lip, lowering his hand to his side.

I. Don't. Love. Him.

Bakura snarled, grabbing his coat and leaving the apartment, slamming the door behind him with a large bang.

"Bakura-sama?" Ryou looked up from his algebra homework, gazing at the demon with concern in his big brown eyes as he slammed the door behind him, a hand on his forehead as he stumbled into the small apartment. "B-Bakura-sama, where on earth have you been?"

"Fuck off." Bakura muttered, walking rather lopsidedly to the couch, his jacket slipping from his shoulders. Ryou bit his lip as the spirit crashed onto the white velvet, his face pressed into the soft fluffy armrest. "Jus' leave me 'lone."

"You're drunk again." Ryou sighed, setting down his pen and turning in his chair to look at the demon. His homework, sprawled across his pathetic excuse for a dining table was going to have to wait. "Why do you do it, Bakura-sama? It can't possibly make you feel any better." Bakura sighed, shifting in the couch.

"Makes you forget things." He mumbled into the arm of the sofa, one arm dangling down to the floor. "I like forgetting things." Ryou frowned, getting up from his seat, and walking over to the drunk yami, crouching down beside him.

"Bakura-sama, what did you want to forget?" Ryou asked softly, tilting his head to the side so a few strands of pearly hair fell into his eyes, his face wrought with concern. "Does this have something to do with the huge dent in my kitchen wall?" Bakura growled, his dangling hand clenching into a fist.

"Fuck off, Ryou." He muttered, his words slurred as he buried his head deeper into the soft white velvet. "Jus' leave alone!" Ryou sighed, biting his lip. He fell back on to the balls of his feet, tapping his index finger on the bottom of his lip for a moment.

"Is it about me?" The light tried, a frown creasing his delicate face. Bakura snarled, getting up on one shoulder to hit the light hard across the face. Ryou cried out, one hand rising in reflex to his slowly bruising cheek.

"No, it's not about fucking you!" Bakura raged, his bloodshot eyes narrowed in anger. "The world does not revolve around you, you bloody idiot! My life does not revolve around you! Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" He shouted the last few words, Ryou staring at him, innocent chocolate orbs wide in fear.

"I-I'm sorry." The light stammered, his voice cracking with tears. He wiped at his nose, Bakura glaring at the frail figure now on his knees, running his fingers through pale locks of silky hair.

"Get me a beer." Bakura commanded, rolling over to his back, rubbing at his head. Ryou frowned, biting his lower lip as he gazed at the demon. "Get me a fucking beer!"

"I-I don't think you should drink anymore tonight." Ryou murmured in his soft, gentle voice, looking down at his hands. "Please-"

"GET ME A BEER!" Bakura screamed, his crimson eyes narrowing in dangerous anger. Ryou gasped, falling back onto his rear, his soft orbs widening and shining with tears.

"Y-Yes Bakura-sama." The light whimpered, his chin trembling. Bakura growled in appreciation as Ryou stumbled into the kitchen, unscrewing the lid of the alcoholic drink with the hem of his rather ragged cotton shirt, handing it to the yami with a flat, dead look in his eyes. "H-Here you go." Ryou said softly, sinking to his knees beside the couch. "I'm sorry for not obeying right away." The teen kept his eyes lowered, his hands twisting into themselves.

"Whatever." Bakura snarled, downing half of the beer in one go. "Jus' piss off. I don' wanna see you right now."

I am so freaking hungry.

Ryou moaned, burrowing his head into his soft bundle of blankets. Three made of thin wool, holes wearing into the fabric, worn an aged, a pale lilac quilted duvet that kept him warm, and his favourite, a soft, faux mink coverlet. Amongst his mess of blankets, there was an array of large fluffy pillows and cushions. Sniffing, the light rolled over onto his back, lifting the thick layer of blankets from his face. It really, really hurt.

"Hey woman!" The light whimpered as Bakura roared from the living room. He stumbled slightly, weak arms straining as Ryou pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes.

"Wh-Whatever is it you want?" The teen murmured in his soft, delicate voice. Bakura snarled from his crumpled form on the couch, one hand over his eyes. "B-Bakura-sama?"

"Gimme a frigging headache pill or something." The demon muttered, wrinkling his nose. "God, its bloody hurting." Ryou said nothing, biting his lower lip. He's not going to like this.

"U-Um, Bakura-sama, I don't know if you remember," Ryou gulped as he stumbled into the small living room, his eyes downcast as he leaned against the doorframe. "B-But you took the last one yesterday. I-I should have bought more, I'm sorry…" Bakura's face fell as he slowly digested the lights soft words.

"Oh fuck." The demon growled, the curse passing his lips with a snarl as his hands clenched into fists. Oh no… Poor Bakura, it must be terrible for him. No matter how hard Ryou tried, he couldn't be angry or sarcastic about his yami's self inflicted pain. He couldn't bring himself to say or even think that he deserved it, that Bakura shouldn't drink too much, that a mere headache was nothing compared to what Ryou had been through.

"U-Um, it's quite early." Ryou cast a look to the clock. "There's probably a pharmacy or a general store open with something. I can get you some painkillers of you wish." Bakura moaned and nodded, opening his eyes for a brief moment to gaze at the frail teen, leaning against the doorjamb with lifeless, flat eyes before clenching them shut, groaning against the bright, early morning sunlight.

"Whatever." His voice sounded and felt like sandpaper in his throat. Oh bloody hell. Was it him, or did his forehead seem to feel hot under his hands? Bakura growled, massaging at his temples. Why was Ryou scurrying around to help him? Did he not want Bakura to be mad? Or did he care..?

Bakura couldn't think. It just hurt too much. Rubbing at his head in a futile attempt to try and block out the pain, the demon waited helplessly for his light to return.

"Do you love me?"

Ryou looked up from his homework in shock, his mouth falling open as his pen slipped from his hands. The teen blinked, his face changing from concentration to confusion and from confusion to anger.

"Do I love you?" Ryou breathed, throwing a glare over to the yami, sprawled across that damned chair. "Y-You lie to me and beat me and rape me and then you ask if I still love you?" His voice rose with every syllable, until he was practically shouting, tears pricking the back of his eyes.

"Yeah." Bakura was unmoved as he kept his gaze on the T.V "Calm down Ryou, I asked you a fucking question." He cast a glance to the shaking light, who held a hand to his mouth.

"N-No." Ryou stammered, anger welling in his heart. "I hate you I hate you, I hate hate hate you!" The light screamed, long bony fingers twisted in his hair. Bakura raised an eyebrow, his attention fully off the T.V and on the now sobbing light. "No…" Ryou sniffed, rubbing at his nose and eyes. "I don't hate you." He sounded so small, so lost, that Bakura had to bite the inside of cheek to refrain from smiling. Ryou was so beautiful, there was no denying it. "I-I don't know…"

"Come here." Bakura sighed in his harsh tone, swinging his legs off of the plush couch. "And stop crying." Ryou sniffed, and nodded, stumbling obediently to the sofa and sitting down, rubbing at his eyes. "Why the hell are you crying all the time?" Bakura demanded, his natural frown increasing as he gazed at the teen. "You never used to be like this."

"W-Well…" Ryou sniffed, rubbing at his red, raw eyes. "You've never treated me like this. I could take it when you hurt me, Bakura-sama, when you treated me like a slave, but when you lied to me-" The light let out a choked sob. "I thought you loved me." He whispered, bowing his head, holding his face in his hands. "Why don't you Bakura? Why don't you love me?" The demon rolled his eyes, emitting a derisive snort.

"Listen to yourself Ryou. Why don't I love you? You don't deserve it. Nobody loves you. Who could love such a weak, pathetic worm like you?" Ryou shook his head, lifting his silvery head from trembling hands, long bony fingers wet with his tears.

"But that's not true." Ryou protested tearfully, rubbing his nose with a worn sleeve. "Bakura-sama, fifteen girls asked me to the spring dance last month. And four guys. You know that. Why do you say things like that? Why do you keep trying to hurt me?"

"Shut up." Bakura snarled, crossing his arms and glaring at the T.V, not unlike a young child. Ryou sighed at the demons juvenile behaviour, pressing his lips together. "Shut the hell up Ryou! Shut up and get away from me! I don't want to fucking see you right now!" He still glared determinedly the glowing screen, his snarl deepening.

"Fine." Ryou sighed, pushing himself off of the couch. As soon as he planted his feet firmly on the ground, however, he knew something was wrong. A gasp passed his lips, and he raised a hand to his oddly hot forehead. The floor seemed to tilt under his feet, his centre of balance thrown way off.

"Ryou?" Bakura flicked his eyes from the T.V to a moment to glare at the light and tell him to piss off. However, his expression changed to one of shock as Ryou wavered on his feet, whimpering as he held two hands to his head. "Ryou?"

"I-I d-don't feel so good." Ryou gasped, pitching forward onto his knees. "O-Oh gosh." He felt really, really dizzy, spots of black light beginning to dance in front of his eyes. Oh no, not good.

"Ryou!" The demon screamed, standing up as Ryou collapsed on the carpet, a too-thin bumble of pale, plain clothes and a long, matted mane of silvery hair. Shit. "Ryou." Bakura snarled, rolling the light onto his back shaking a motionless shoulder. "Ryou, come on, this isn't fucking funny." Concern began creasing his face as he brushed Ryou's tangles out of his pale face, the lights brown eyes closed and unmoving.

"Ryou?"

Look at my sad attempt to be dramatic. -rolls eyes- Rewrite it three times before I kicked the wall in anger and just left it. Meh. I apologize for this shitty excuse for a chapter. XD

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