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Around a week later, Yugi was still wary around Ryou, worried about his sanity, and for good reason. Ryou could literally never stop crying. Even when he was around other people, tears were always pooled in the corners of his depressed eyes. Yugi was so scared, and heartbroken for his friend. Little did he know that the worst part was yet to come…
"Yami, I-I'm so sorry, I-" Ryou screamed as he was cut off by a harsh kick in the ribs. The angel couldn't stop coughing in heart wrenching sobs, his ivory face masked by his bloodied hands.
"You're an idiot, Ryou!" The darkness sneered, grasping the front of Ryous bloodstained shirt. "You're pathetic and weak, and foolish, and I HATE YOU!" Bakura punched the choking light hard in the stomach, who let out a choked cry as his body went limp. Bakura smirked, throwing the still-conscious angel to the floor, and leaning over him on all fours. Ryou's chocolate eyes were red-rimmed and turbulent with fear. Bakura merely smirked, as he leaned down and planted his lips on Ryou.
Oh gods, Bakura loved the lights blood. It had a sweetness he couldn't find anywhere else, and make him want more… He drank from Ryous mouth, who continued to cough in sadness and pain, until there was no more. The demon growled, angry that he had lost that sweet blood. Ryou was paralyzed in fear, his eyes closed as he felt the demons bloodied hands gently stroked underneath his shirt, running like water over his silken skin. After a few moments, he lowered his hands, setting them on the top of his pants. Ryous eyes snapped open, wide in an indescribable fear. Bakura merely smirked, both of his hands running along Ryous slim hips…
"No!" Ryou woke up straight like a poker, sweat and tears over his face. Slowly adjusting to his shock, the light lay down on his stomach, and buried his head in his trembling arms.
"No…" Ryou whispered, his soft voice hoarse from no usage.
How long had this hell been going on? This living hell the boy had been 'living' (Although he was mentally dead inside), when his mind seemed to be a living replay of what Bakura had done to him. It haunted his nightmares, and the thiefs smirk was printed in his mind, whenever he closed his eyes…
Ryou struggled up into a sitting position, and began to sob. He couldn't do this. Who was he kidding? What was he trying to prove, hanging on? Why?
The angel was almost in a trance as he stood up, and walked in a zombie-like trance
To the kitchen, unable to stop his pain-wracked sobs.
When he got into the tiled room, his hands seemed to move automatically to a dirty knife on the counter. He didn't flinch when he felt the cool metal pierce his skin, and looked blankly at the red line welling up on his forearm. It was almost as though Bakura was somehow there, guiding his arm as it traveled slowly to his mouth. Ryou gasped out loud as his soft lips came in contact with the blood, and slowly drank the crimson liquid. Oh god, this tasted to Good… The twisted boy ran the knife over his new wound several times, relishing in the blood that spilled forth, and the shudder of pain that ran through his skeletal frame.
A few minutes later, Ryou heard footsteps. In shock, he dropped the knife, wincing at the loud clatter it made. He wrapped his slim fingers around his bloodied arm, silently making his way back to the couch, laying down and closing his eyes.
It was just Yugi, who had got up to gp to the bathroom. When he had returned to bed, Ryou let out the breath he had been holding, and let his arm go. His ivory hand which had been clasped around his slit arm was pooled with blood, and Ryou raised it to his eyed, before cupping it with his free hand and drinking it like a goblet of wine.
God, it tasted so good…
Over the next week or so, Ryou found himself mutilating himself more and more. He didn't know what he was doing, only that the pain seemed to keep him in a slight sense of sanity, kept him in touch with the world. He drank his own blood, and it seemed to keep him going. The scars on his arms grew wider, deeper, harsher, until the flawless ivory skin was marred with slow healing scars which were constantly run over. Innocent little Yugi knew nothing of this, of course, and continued to worry about the deteriorating condition of his friend.
It was so unfair…
Ryou was sitting dejectedly on the couch, in the dark again. Yami and Yugi had gone to bed two hours ago, and he had just checked in on them. The darkness and light were curled up together, Yugi in the yamis strong grasp.
It made him so… Jealous, to see the pair so happy. Why? Why didn't he ever have that with his darkness? Its wasn't right, how could someone like Bakura and up with Ryou? How could Yugi be so happy when Ryou had been facing years of so much pain…
Ryou let out a sob, and stood up, heading over to the kitchen, and grasping the butcher knife. Methodically, he dragged the blade over his scars, not even wincing anymore as the pain grew. He moved the blade, and cut again, further above the first cut. The boy shuddered in a twisted mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to stop himself as he cut himself more, and more… It was almost a frenzy as Ryou slashed his arms, tears pouring out of his blank eyes and down his ivory cheeks.
Fuck it. Fuck Yugi, Fuck his father, Fuck Bakura, Fuck everything! Ryous breath same out in pain wracked sobs as he stumbled back into the lounge, a small trail of his blood following. The broken angel didn't know what he was doing as he pooled some of the blood in his hand, dipping in a finger, and dragging it along the wall.
Yami sat up straight, his breathing harsh. He… heard something…. What… The darkness pulled himself out from under his light, and stood up, padding silently down the stairs and into the lounge.
"Oh My Ra…" Yamis knees went weak, as he gazed around the room. Ryou had written on the walls –in his own blood- the same three words, over and over again.
Fuck You Bakura
The ex-Pharaoh ran over to the corner, where he found Ryou sitting in a ball, his thin form trembling with sobs, and blood still pouring out of his slashed arms. The darkness fell to his knees, and grasped Ryous shoulders in fear, lifting up his chin. Ryous face was covered in blood and tears, his blank brown eyes not focusing on him.
"Fuck you…" He whispered, before collapsing into fresh sobs.
Oh, God, Ryou… Yami closed his eyes, mentally calling for his light.
Ryou had gone too far this time…
Oh god…
Ryous head REALLY hurt… He lifted himself with his weak arms, and gazed around him in shock.
He looked to be in a hospital room, or something. His arms were bandaged, and he was wearing a hospital gown…
"Hello?" He called out hoarsely. No one. Ryou leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to sink back in his raging storm of anger and self-pity, A nurse came in, with a cheery smile on her pink face.
Ugh. This nurse seemed to reek happiness... NOT what Ryou needed right now.
"well, dearie, You're finally awake!" The nurse giggled happily, and Ryou wanted to throw up. What the hell happened…
Ryou made to answer, but found his throat wasn't working. This still seemed so surreal….
"Yugi…" The darkness placed a hand on his hikaris shoulder comfortingly. "You don't have to do this…"
The small boy closed his eyes, and shook his head. "I have to do this, Yami… Bakura is my friend…" He ran a hand through his tri colored locks in desperation, and sighed. This place made him nervous. The white walls, the cheery nurses, the vacant people wandering around with mutters in their lost voices…
Shadyside Mental Facility was not a happy place. And Ryou was in here…
And he, Yugi, put him in here. He called the ambulance, it was his fault!
"Here we are!" Another on of those awful smiling nurses stopped outside a door. Ryou saw the words 'R Bakura' written on a piece of paper and stuck on the door.
"Now, I must say something…" The nurses voice turned serious. "Poor Ryou is very unstable right now, so please be gentle, and don't be upset by whatever he says. He doesn't mean any of it." Yugi frowned, but nodded, Yamis hand tightening on his shoulder.
Ryou was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, a straightjacket with the sleeves undone as he clasped his legs, bowing his head. The heartbreaking sight made tears form in Yugis eyes, as he cleared his throat.
Ryous head snapped up, and gazed straight as the boy. Fear, Hopelessness, and anger all swam deep in his chocolate depths at once.
"What do you want?" Ryou asked coldly, as Yugi took a step back. His usually warm sweet British voice was harsh and angry. "Why are you here?"
"I-I wanted to see if your okay…" Yugi said meekly, shrinking into his darkness for protection.
"What do you think!" Ryou accused, tears welling up in his eyes that flashed with anger. "Of course I'm not okay! You locked me up in this place! Why couldn't you just let me die!" The angel began to sob, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Wh-why couldn't you let me die… I don't want to be here… I want to be with Amane and my parents…" Yugi sighed, and sat down on the bed next to Ryou, reaching out a hand to lay on his shoulder. Ryou cried out, and jerked away.
"Don't!" He yelled, His cold voice hitched with pent up sobs. "Just leave me alone, Yugi, I hate you! I HATE you!" The white-haired teens thin frame broke down into sobs of pain and anguish, his long ivory fingers entwined with his silvery hair as his head was bowed.
Yugi let out a long sigh, watching his friend cry for a few seconds, before standing up and leaving the room.
"Bakura, I'm so sorry…"
-sniffle- sp sad...
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