Ello! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYOU! hehehehe nn;;;
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NOTE: The first coupls of paragraphs, (The stuff in italics) is lemon. If yew dont like it, just skip it. If yew do like it... n.n;; Enjoy?
Ryou screamed in pain as the soft virginal muscles in his tight passage tore, crimson blood coursing down his thighs. He struggled, screamed, and cried, but nothing deterred Bakura from his harsh pounding into the boy, each thrust driving his member deeper and deeper into Ryous tight heat. Ryous once soft and velvety skin was torn and bloodstained, the coppery smell of his blood mixing with the new stench of rape forming in the air.
"B-Bakura…" Ryou sobbed desperately, his pain-wracked sobs broken by his bloodcurdling screams of pain, his fingers clenching into fists, his face slumped into the cold bloodstained linoleum. Ryou screamed again, arching his back in hellish pain as Bakura finally managed to thrust himself completely into Ryous torn bleeding passage, his cruel nails digging deeper into Ryous bruised and bloodied back. Ryou screamed again, his burning muscles tightening around Bakuras length. Bakura groaned at the action, driving himself one last time into Ryou and arching his back as he came, wave after wave of pleasure washing over his lithe frame. Ryou could only sob, slumped in a pool of blood, both his own and his dead fathers, as the burning pain pounded throughout his body, his body reaching limits of pain he didn't even know existed. He hardly felt Bakuras slim cold fingers brushing his neck, hardly felt his sharp canines pierce his porcelain shoulder…
Ryou woke up screaming.
Unless you squinted, one would almost think the white room was empty. Ryous white extremely pale skin, and snowy hair blended in perfectly with the white room. In fact, only his dark mocha eyes contrasted with the silvery décor of the room. The white-haired teen was currently sprawled face down on the bed, his thin shoulders shaking with tears he struggled to hold back, but failed, as they coursed down his cheeks and pooled on the thin white pillow. His arms, long white fingers swathed in the extremely long sleeves of his unbuckled straightjacket were folded on the pillow, softly cradling his fluffy white head as he cried and cried and cried.
He had been in this place for what seemed like forever. Daily therapy, countless hours of being locked in this small white room, forced to interact with Schizos, Psychos, and other people like him, diagnosed with trauma and depression. He didn't care about the others in this hellish place, he only wanted out.
Every night. Every fucking night, Ryou had the same horrifying nightmare about what Bakura had done. No amount of sleeping pills, or antidepressants could stop them. And every night, Ryou woke up screaming and crying.
What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Not just because of his fathers death, he was sure of it.
Bakura
Even his name seemed to send shivers down Ryous spine. He hated, oh how he hated Bakura. But at the same time, a sick twisted part of him needed him. He wanted Bakura. He needed Bakura.
Heh. How twisted. He wanted his rapist back….
Ryou finally sat up, using the long sleeves of his jacket to wipe his cheeks, his eyes swollen and red rimmed from crying countless tears. The angel struggled to pull the sleeves of the jacket up, to regain the use of his fingers, but failed, and flopped back on the bed, his hands over his eyes.
A soft click distracted Ryou from his miserable thoughts, the door opening and a young nurse standing on the threshold. Ryou lifted his hands from his swollen eyes and sat up.
"Just doing the rounds, Mr. Bakura!" She chirruped happily, her blonde curls bouncing and blue eyes alight with happiness. Ryou wanted to rip her hair off and gouge her eyes out, but kept his hands at his sides. "I see you're not doing so well… is there anything you want?"
"Anything?" Ryou whispered, lifting his head and gazing at the nurse with a lost look in his broken eyes. "I just need a hug…" He said, somewhat lamely as he gazed at the floor, his fingers tightening. The young nurse frowned, looking at the boy, but nodded, setting her clipboard on the bed as he wrapped her arms tightly around the silvery-headed boy. Ryou leaned into the embrace, a small smile on his tired and ill face. A few seconds later she pulled away, pity in her eyes as she gazed at the boy who was now curled in a small ball in front of her.
She thought about him for awhile as she did her rounds.
Ryou sat alone in the corner of the white lounge, a small book in his hands as he tried to read, but the small words blurred and ran together on the page. Feeling a headache coming on, he shut the book and sighed, his head in his hands. All around him, people were laughing, playing pool or watching T.V, or like him, huddling away in dark corners.
Gods, he hated this place. He hated Yugi for shoving him here, he hated Yami for not letting him die… He just wanted to get out of here…
Help…
Ryou gasped, standing up and looking wildly around him. Who was that? Who spoke in that lost voice? It wasn't any of the fellow boys around him, they were all either raucous or dead silent…
Ryou sat back down, his head in his hands as hot tears prickled the back of his eyes. He forced them back, not wanting to fall to pieces for the third time that day.
What was that voice? He pondered to himself, his vacant chocolate gaze on the floor.
Let me go… Ryou clutched his head.
"Go away…" He muttered softly. "Leave…"
Help me Ryou…
"NO!" Ryou screamed. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He began to sob. God, he didn't need this again, go away, go away….
Sweat formed on Bakuras brow as he sank to his knees. His pleas would have sounded weak, far away, but that was good. It meant Ryou wouldn't know it was him.
He raked his fingers through his hair, casting a gaze at his surroundings. He really really didn't like the shadow realm…
The spirit struggled to his feet again, hoping, praying to find something other then the eternal darkness, but to no avail.
He didn't know how long he had been here, and he didn't really care. He just wanted out. Bakura sighed, the now familiar sick feeling welling in his blackened heart.
He wanted Ryou back again. Crazy as it may seem, he wanted Ryou back. The foolish Yugi and the foolish Pharaoh, they didn't know the real reason why Bakura did what he did.
Malik. It was all because of Malik. He caught Ryou and Malik, together, kissing. Ryous was his. No one else's. and that's all he did, claim Ryou for himself, and he also punished him for doing this to him. The pain that tore through his heart when he found them together, it murt more than anything else.
Ryou deserved this. He tried to reason with himself, but it wasn't working.
Not long now, Ryou. He thought to himself. Soon, I'll be back. You need me, don't you? Malik fled after I hurt you, he's hiding out in Egypt now, he left you. They all did. But I wont. I'll always be here, I can't die, I can't leave. And I'm growing stronger. As soon as you reclaim the ring, I'll be back.
Not long now…
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