Yo.
Second to last chapter peeps! XD It's been fun. Really. Heh, now I only have one chapter left of all my fics. X.X'
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"Ryou, I want you to be on your absolute best behaviour."
"Come on Dad, please…"
"I mean it son. This visit it very important."
"Look Dad, I know. I'm taking your stupid medication and going to this crappy therapy, and it's going to be fine. I've never gone weird since coming out of the- the hospital, and I won't. Please, stop acting like this."
"I just worry son. Izumi's parents are very respectable people. I don't know what they will say about your hair…"
"I'll tie it back. The layers make it look like it's short. Come on Dad, it's going to be okay."
"…I just want you to be on your best behaviour son, I don't want to ruin this for Izumi."
"I-I won't, Dad."
"Okay son."
"Can I go now, please?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
"Ken, shut up."
"What?"
"I mean it, I don't want to hear it."
"You're a freak, Ryou."
"Shut up Ken, shut up. You're a cold, sadistic son of a bitch, and I don't know how the hell you can live with yourself."
"You can talk."
"I know what you did. I know you went through my letters. How could you? You're sick, Ken."
"I'm sick? You're the one who's been writing letters to your dead frigging sister. I bet if your father knew, he'd lock you back up in that mental ward-"
"Don't! Ken, please don't! I would rather die than go back to that place… Ken, you can't. You can't."
"I should."
"No!"
"Hehe."
"Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me like this? I've never done anything to hurt you, Ken…"
"Because. You want to know why? I don't want you here, Ryou."
"What? What? You don't want me here? Why?"
"Look Ryou, just piss off."
"No! You were the one who waited outside Dad's study."
"Just go away."
"What did I do?"
"Just piss off!"
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Ryou folded the paper in half, sliding it into an envelope. He placed the paper not in his carton in the wardrobe- He wasn't that stupid- but under the false bottom of his bedside drawer he had created. The teenager closed the drawer, and sat down on his bed, waving his legs over the side. He was fourteen years old. Fourteen. Fifteen in six months time. Ryou looked around his room, his nose wrinkling. His room certainly didn't look like a teenager lived in it. The wallpaper was a boring cream, his drawers made of pine, and his duvet a pale blue.
"My room is so boring." The teen murmured to himself, flopping back onto his bed, staring at the white ceiling. He raised an arm to his eyes, glaring at his shirt sleeve. "And my clothes. I'm such a boring person…"
/Oh yes, Ryou. You are. A drab, colourless, boring little boy./
"Don't start this again." Ryou murmured, rolling onto his side and letting out a sniff. "Please."
/Look at yourself. You're so afraid to make waves, to be an individual, you hide your personality. Not that you're interesting anyway./
"Don't." Ryou gritted his teeth. "I'm not. You know I'm not. Please, don't. I play games, and read, and listen to music." He heard the spirit chuckle in his head.
/Oh yes, you're so normal. Is that why you hide out at lunchtimes in the corner of the cafeteria and read your fantasy novels/
"Stop." Ryou stood up. "I can make friends. I can. There's this group of people who said I can sit with them whenever I want. I just don't want to. I'm scared…"
/Scared of what/
"I'm scared of you hurting them." Ryou finally muttered, raising his eyes heavenward. "I don't want you to hurt anymore people."
/Not even that stepbrother of yours/
"I-I…" Ryou stammered. "I-I…"
/No/
"No." He whispered. "I-I want you to, but no." He felt a twitch inside the ring. Ryou opened his mouth to answer, when a slight cough made him spin around. His heart in his mouth, the teen ran over to his door and pulled it open, finding Ken standing upon the threshold with a twisted smile on his face.
"Who were you talking to, hm?"
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/That was a good idea, Ryou. You so should have gothed yourself up for these people. Come on, you still have a chance. Pull on your black clothes and steal Izumi's eyeliner…/
No! No. Dad would get really really annoyed. He'd probably send me to an emergency therapy meeting.
/And? Do it, Ryou. I want to see what he says when you come down from your room looking like a goth./
No...
/Fine, I will./
What!
/Nighty night.../
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"Ryou!" The spirit smirked in Ryou's body, merely stalking past Mr. Bakura as though he were a statue, and headed into the lounge. "Ryou Bakura, what on earth is wrong with you?"
"What?" The demon finally turned around and raised an eyebrow at 'his' father, who merely stood gaping at the fourteen-year-old.
"Don't you what me boy, what on earth do you think you're doing, dressed like some, some hooligan!" The yami frowned. I'll show you hooligan in a second you son-of-a-bitch…
"I got tired to the preppy little gay boy look." He said airily, stepping over the threshold. Kiko looked up from her blocks and squealed at the arrival of her favourite brother.
"Ryou!" She stood up on pudgy legs "Ryou, I- Ryou?" The girl took a step back, staring in shock at the demon. He smirked, looking down at his nails and wishing that Izumi had black polish.
"Move, brat." The spirit snarled, actually kicking her out of the way with bare feet, baggy black pants a size too big for him falling to his toes. Kiko tumbled on her rear to the ground, and began to cry. The demon in Ryou's body snarled, and sat on an armchair in the corner of the spacious lounge. Ken looked up from his gameboy, a calculating frown on his face.
"What are you doing, Ryou?" The twelve year old rolled his eyes. "Mom is going to be pissed, you know that?" The yami grinned at Ken, revealing his unnaturally long incisors.
"I'm not Ryou." He muttered lowly, his brown eyes tinted with crimson glinting in the firelight. Ken froze, green eyes widening in shock. "What?"
"Y-You…" The black-haired boy shrank into his armchair. "Oh m-my God…" The spirit smirked, eyes flecked with ruby looking even more menacing outlined in ebony.
"Foolish boy." The yami spat, contempt on his demonic features. "Ryou may be able to put up with your bullshit, but I am far less lenient. I am going to make you pay for tormenting him." Ken was shaking as the spirit stood up, glittering eyes glaring straight at him. Before he could take two steps, however, Mr. Bakura marched into the room, livid in anger and frustration.
"Ryou Bakura, what the hell do you think you're doing!" He yelled beside the fireplace. Kiko was still crying beside her blocks, Ken was sitting in the chair, and his son was standing up in the middle of the room. He blinked, inwardly confused at how tall Ryou was, the length of his wild hair, and how his eyes were tinted red. Surely that was only the firelight?
"Oh, look who it is." The spirit muttered, his voice low and husky. Mr. Bakura froze, staring at the fourteen-year-old. "I wondered when you would show up." The man frowned, confusion evident on his face.
"You are in so much trouble, young man!" Mr. Bakura thundered, going almost purple in rage. "I specifically told you to-"
"Oh shut up." The demon rolled his eyes, taking a couple of steps towards 'his' father. "All you ever do it yell and scream at Ryou, and I'm sick of it."
"At Ry… What are you talking about! You go upstairs and change right now young man, or I'll-"
"You'll what?" The pale yami challenged, his hands on his hips and lips drawn back into a snarl, exposing his canines. "I'm so scared…" He continued sarcastically. Mr. Bakura discoloured further, and before the spirit could blink, a sharp blow was delivered to the side of his face. He froze for a second, his face turned from the strength of the blow, wild white hair all over his face. The demon set his teeth, and narrowed his eyes, almost purely crimson in his rage, and pounced. Ken stood up as the white-haired yami latched strong bony fingers around Mr. Bakura's throat, slamming his up against the wall. The man struggled, but could not fight off his the demons' supernatural grip, the smaller of the pair tightening his claw-like fingers and cutting off his air.
"Ryou!" Ken shouted from behind them, but too scared to come any closer, the Gameboy abandoned on the armchair behind him. The spirit ignored Ryou's stepbrother, keeping his eyes locked with Mr. Bakura.
"I'm going to make you pay for all of the hurt Ryou has gone through thanks to you." He hissed under his breath. His nails drew blood as he tightened his grip further, the man coughing and choking. "How dare you treat my host the way you did." The spirit continued. "You almost broke him, you foolish idiot."
"R-R-Ryou…" Mr. Bakura managed to choke out, grip on the yami's hands growing slack. He snarled, and squeezed his hands further. The man struggled, but grew weaker as the seconds passed. Just as his vision started to grow back, the cold bony hands around his throat were released. Mr. Bakura held his throat weakly as he gasped for breath, and managed to focus on his son, who had sank to his knees on the floor. His hands were held over his mouth, and wide, innocent brown eyes were leaking tears. Ryou was struggling to stifle his sobs of fear, pain, and guilt, but to no avail.
Why did you do this?
/He deserved it. And if you hadn't interfered, I would have killed the foolish mortal. And that boy, too./
No. Don't kill them please. I-I know they probably deserve it, but please, please don't kill them.
/You're just as stupid as them./
What have you done...
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R&R?