Lookie! I upsated after.. -counts on fingers- A vereh vereh long time n.n;;; hehehe
Erm, if anyone knows the real first name of Ryous dad, please tell me... Its pissing me off, only able to call him Mr. Bakura, hehehe
Discalimer: If I owned the show, Yugi and Tea would die, and Ryou would be the main character. It would not be G rated, and would contain much Yaoi with Bakura and Malik. Because the show is sadly not like that, I think we can all assume that I, a fourteen year oldcrazed Ryou fangirl donnot own the show. I could never run such a company anyways.
"Ryou." His father knocked softly on the door to his room. The silver haired angel ignored him, dragging the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
"Ryou… I know you're upset about moving, but it's better for the both of us, a fresh new start in a fresh new country." He listened, but only heard the faint sniffles of his son. Sighing, he opened the door, finding Ryou curled up on his bed, a woolen blanket around his thin, trembling shoulders. He walked closer to the child, finding that the reason for his shaking was his tears. He sighed, sitting on the bed next to Ryou. "Come on.." He said, slightly harsh. "You're too old for this, Ryou."
"I'm only ten…" Ryou whispered vacantly, looking into thin air. "I don't deserve this, I'm only ten. God, I'm only ten…" He bowed his head, tears coursing down his face. "Why is he doing this to me, I didn't do anything wrong…" Mr. Bakura stood up abruptly, his eyes wide in fright. "Please let me go… I don't wanna hurt… Just set me free…" He took another step back, and another, until he fled the room, breathing hard as he leaned against the wall.
Ryou was sick. Really sick.
/Why the hell are you so upset, runt/
I wanna go home…/
/ you are home, idiot/
this isn't home…./
/Oh, yes, you dot have a home… You don't have anything, do you/
Shut up… Please just shut up… Why wont you leave me alone/
/Oh, youll never be alone, Ryou, don't worry about that…./
I wish I never got the ring/
/And I wish I wasn't trapped in this stupid body. We cant all get what we want, so deal with it./
Go away/
/Fine…/
/Huh? Yami? Wh-where did you go? Yami? Yami, please…. I didn't mean it, come back, please… don't leave me alone/
/You're pathetic. I'm gone for less than a minute and you go and cry like a little baby. You're hopeless, Ryou. You're a waste of a life. You don't deserve life, you deserve to have died with your precious mother and sister./
Don't say that…/
/Why? You know that its true. You're father knows as well. He wishes that Amane had lived instead of you. He hates you. And I'm not surprised. You're the pussiest ten-year-old boy I've ever seen. You weren't even allowed to join cub scouts last year, were you? They told you to go to girl scouts./
/Shut up./
/What? Cant weak little Ryou handle the truth? Suck it up, hikari./
Please just stop it…/
/Stop what/
Stop saying all these mean things about me… Its really hurtful, and its not nice…/
/I don't give a fuck, Ryou. Do you want me to REALLY hurt you/
Wh-what do you mean…./
Bakura smirked, crashing through the door to Ryous light soul room. The child screamed, eyed wild with fear as he backed into the wall. Bakura merely grinned, walking over to the boy and seizing a handful of his fluffy white locks, dragging him towards him. Ryou yelped, as he began to cry, tears trickling down his ivory face.
"I-I'm sorry, Yami…" He whispered, struggling in his grasp. Bakura merely smirked, and without warning, slammed his fist hard into Ryous stomach.
Then angel screamed, sinking to his knees and holding his stomach. His breathing choked with sobs as he coughed, unable to breath. Bakura rolled his eyes, dragging Ryou back up by his hair, the angel wavering on his feet as he shook with sobs. Bakuras face was stony as he kicked the legs out from under Ryou, the small boy screaming and crying as Bakura unemotionally began to repeatedly hurl his feet into Ryous delicate frame, silently filling with pleasure inside as Ryou pleaded with him to stop. Bakura didn't say a word when he kicked him particularly hard, a resounding CRACK filling the air. Ryou screamed, holding a hand to his broken rib, tangles of snowy hair obscuring his face.
"You think that's pain?" Bakura sneered, squatting over the sobbing child, who was struggling to get up. "You have no idea. Wait until you're older, Ryou. I'll show you real pain." With that, Bakura turned and left.
Ryous shoulders shook, tears trickling down his face as he heaved what was in his stomach into the toilet bowl. Relentlessly, he merely wiped his mouth, before replacing his fingers in the back of his tender throat coughing and gagging his food up.
Finally, Ryou managed to empty the contents of his stomach, his breath and shoulders trembling as he flushed the toilet. Good, it was all out. All his food, including those pills his father made him take. That was why he did this to himself, to get those things out of his system. He didn't need them, he didn't want them. All they seemed to do was make him drowsy and woozy, and it also gave him a major headache when we woke up. He wasn't… what was that word? Schizophrenic. He wasn't, he wasn't. Bakura was real. Nothing created from his imagination could hurt him like his yami did. True, the wounds healed overtime, but they still hurt so much… Why did he do this?
"Ryou?" His father pounding on the door to the bathroom. "Ryou, what are you doing in there?" The small boy froze, wiping his mouth as he stood up.
"N-Nothing, Dad…" He managed to stammer, opening the door. Mr. Bakura frowned.
"Ryou, you always spend so long in the bathroom. What are you doing, washing that ridiculous hair of yours?" Ryou ignored the stinging comment, and looked down, shaking his head.
"N-No…. I-I don't feel well…" Mr. Bakura merely growled.
"Don't feed me that!" He said angrily, seizing the front of Ryous shirt. "You're been doing this for months!" Ryous face was only a few inches from his, his breathing heavier than usual. Mr. Bakura frowned, smelling a bitter, tangy sort of scent on his sons breath. Like vomit… He dropped Ryou, taking a step back with fury in his face.
"Y-You're making yourself throw up the pills." He said in a deadly voice. Ryou gasped, holding his hands over his mouth.
"I don't need to take them, dad, I'm not crazy, please you have to understand-" Mr. Bakura was enraged at his son, and without really knowing what he was doing, he hit Ryou hard across the face. Ryou took a couple of steps back, holding a hand to his face, before he fled to his room.
"Ryou… I wont be back 'til late tonight, Sorry. I'm meeting a woman called Izumi, we're going out to dinner." Ryous head snapped up, fear and betrayal in his doe-brown eyes. What? B-But what about His mother, Mr. Bakura was already seeing other people?
"O-Okay…" He managed to whisper. The adult nodded, swallowing the last of his coffee and stood up, not even acknowledging Ryous presence as he left the kitchen.
It was then when Ryou realized he hated his father.
Awh, poor Ryou.. -sniff- Now, I am going to be having fun! At the beginning of the next chapted, we will burn Ryous dad. Yesh, BURN! If he have matches, sticks, or maybe a painful instrument of torture, do not hesitate to donate as we all hold hands in this wonder act of Ryou-loveness... n.n;; Okay, I will shut up and let ye review. -leaves to go plan burning-