There we go. I updated. Something that was supposedly discontinued.

I know, it's confused, too. X.X'

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYOU!

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"You're a whore!" Bakura screamed, taking another chunk of skin out of Ryou's thigh. The teenager screamed, arching his back in agony. "You're a filthy, cheating whore and I hate you!" The spirit smirked sadistically as he ran the blade down the lights' back, a line of blood welling up in its wake. "You deserve this pain, Ryou." The boy whimpered in pain, his breath punctuated by sobs and cries of pain. "Say it!" Bakura stabbed the knife sharply in the whitenette's shoulder, barely nicking the bone. "You're a filthy whore and deserve this pain! Now say it!" Ryou was sobbing limply on the floor, heaving for breath. Bakura licked the blood that pooled on his quicksilver blade. He snarled, placing the knife edge on Ryou's skin. "Say it!"

"I-I'm a filthy wh-whore." Ryou moaned, his heart pounding in fear at the blade that dug into his lower back. "I-I deserve this-this pain…" He continued, almost screaming in pain. "Stop!" The boy yelled, his soft cry turning into a scream as Bakura sliced a patch of skin. "Please!"

"You deserve this pain." Bakura hissed, leaning very close to the boys' ear. "I am not going to stop until you apologize for being this close to Malik. For disobeying such an order. Apologize, and I'll stop." Ryou whimpered.

"I-I can't…" The whitenette moaned, his head in his hands. "I-I love him-" Bakura growled, and, wielding the knife in his hand, carved a piece of flesh out of Ryou's side. He screamed loudly in pain.

"Apologize you whore!" The yami yelled. "Do it now, or I will KILL you!" Ryou sobbed, curled into his side. "You worthless little slut." The spirit seethed. He dropped the knife, and spread the whitenette's legs with cold fingers. Ryou whimpered, but couldn't move. Bakura snarled, and shoved two fingers deep inside the lights' torn, bloody passage. Ryou howled in agony, and arched his back. The demon scissored his fingers, tearing the muscles further. Ryou was sobbing in pain, struggling weakly.

"N-No…" Ryou sobbed as Bakura inserted another cold digit, eliciting another scream from the younger boy. "Stop!" He yelled, in pain, and humiliated that Bakura was violating something so special to him, reserved only for Malik. "Stop it!"

"Never." Bakura hissed, getting a wisp of Ryou's thoughts. It only made him angrier, and the demon withdrew his fingers, reaching for his knife. "Say you are fucking sorry!" He snarled, the tip of his cold knife just touching Ryou's entrance. The whitenette shook his head, almost hyperventilating in his panic.

"I'm sorry!" He finally moaned, his head buried in his arms. "Don't hurt me, yami, please don't hurt me…" Bakura snarled, and withdrew the knife. He roughly turned Ryou onto his back, staring down at his pale, naked form, drenched in blood.

"Have you finally learned your lesson?" Bakura hissed, leaning into Ryou's ear. Ryou whimpered, and nodded pitifully, curling into the floor. He was so cold… "What are you?"

"A-A whore…" Ryou whispered, brown eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Bakura smiled, running his hands through long white locks.

"And will you ever see Malik again?" Bakura hissed, tightening his fingers threateningly. Ryou let out a soft mew of pain, flinching away from the demon.

"No…" He whimpered, his chin trembling. Bakura relaxed his hold, staring even closer into his orbs.

"Do you think I should stop?" He continued, running his left hand down Ryou's skin, marred with cuts and bruises. The whitenette let out a soft sob, and nodded, crying quietly. "Wrong answer."

Ryou screamed as the knife bit into his skin.

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Ryou gasped as he bolted upright in bed. White locks were plastered to his forehead, damp with sweat. The whitenette brushed them away, and collapsed back on the bed, curling into his side. He pulled the blankets up to his chin, but couldn't stop shaking. Damn these stupid nightmares! Ryou hadn't gotten a full night of sleep in months, and it was really really getting to him. Usually, Ryou tried to stay awake, but he would always fall unconscious before the dawn, and wake less than a few hours later with horrifying nightmares. Nightmares that were his reality.

How could Bakura do that to him? Ryou shivered again, curling into a tighter ball. The Ring hung around his neck, hidden safely under the hospital gown and straightjacket. How could he do that, keep up that torture for hours? How could he kill his father? Ryou rubbed at his eyes. How could he do this to me? The whitenette looked down at the ring, a soft, sad look in his eyes. How could he hurt me so much, and then leave me alone? How could he just leave me like this? Ryou started to cry, sobs wracking his small, already shivering frame. I'm so alone here, and it hurts. I want someone here, anyone... I can't be alone anymore, it hurts too much. Please, someone be here with me, anyone. Bakura, Malik, Yugi... I don't care who, but someone, please...

Little did Ryou know, somebody did hear his small, desperate plea…

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Bakura's forehead was damp with exertion as he struggled against the shadows. He was close… So close. Ryou honestly had no idea how deep he had plunged himself in the shadow realm, with his nightmares and insanity. Bakura's bond with the boy was never broken, and now, with the ring once again in Ryou's possession, the demon had an almost unbreakable tie with the material world, and was desperate to escape from the shadows. He was gradually growing weaker and weaker here, and needed to get out. He needed to get to Ryou.

Do I care?

Do I honestly care about the boy? Did I ever think of him as more than a host- Well, I did, but not more than a slave. But there was always... Something. I don't know what it was, but there was always something.

A glimmer of light. Bakura's heart rose. Ryou.

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Ryou screamed.

Pain.

It spread like a fire from his chest, the golden spikes digging into pale skin, the metal burning white-hot. The whitenette clutched at his chest, the uncanny feeling of his very soul being in two growing. What's going on with the Ring? What's happening?

The room was dark. Very very dark, and very very cold. This isn't ordinary darkness… Ryou whimpered, tears clinging to his lashes. He burrowed himself deeper under the thin blankets, shaking like a leaf. Ryou buried his head in his pillow, sobs of pain beginning to heave in his chest. I'm so scared…

Then, as quick as it came, it stopped. Ryou blinked, the pain in his chest greatly reduced. The Ring now dangled limply from his neck, and the room was slightly warmer. Curiously, the whitenette lifted his head from his soft cradle of blankets, peering around the room. Dawn approached, the black sky beginning to lighten on the horizon. Ryou swallowed, and gradually sat up. What was that... Is this another dream? The light gently swung himself out of bed, setting his feet on the floor. Maybe a little walk and a drink of water might clear his thoughts… And he really needed to have a good look at his chest... Ryou leaned forward, and switched on the small desk lamp at his bedside table.

He screamed, jumping back on the bed in shock. Leaning against the window frame, looking extremely exhausted, was Bakura. A whimper tore from his throat as he backed into the wall, trembling. A ghost of a smirk passed on the demons lips, and he rolled his eyes.

"Silly Ryou." He muttered, and stalked towards the bed. Ryou's eyes widened in fear, and he scrabbled as far away from the yami as he could, his breath quickening. Bakura sat on the bed, placing his head in his hands. Fuck, I have such a headache...

"B-Bakura." Ryou gasped, almost passing out in his shock. "Wh-What are you d-doing here?" Bakura growled, and didn't move. "B-Bakura?"

"Shut up." The demon snarled. "Don't move." Ryou whimpered, curling tighter into his protective ball. He was scared, beyond scared as he stared at his yami, who still had his head in his hands, muttering to himself.

"Why?" Ryou whispered, his chin trembling. Bakura snarled, looking back at the light.

"What part of shut up do you not understand!" The spirit roared. Ryou whimpered, and buried his head in his arms. Bakura groaned, and rolled over, lying on his back on the bed. "Come here." He demanded, glaring at the light. Ryou sniffed, and crawled towards the demon. He curled back into his ball beside Bakura's head, resting his own on his knees.

"Why?" Ryou asked again, lifting his tear-stained face to look at Bakura. The spirit only rolled his eyes, and with a taloned hand, grabbed at Ryou's jacket. The light cried out as he was pulled on top of Bakura, his head on the elders' chest.

"I came back to you." Bakura muttered, closing his eyes. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Ryou sniffed, fear still pumping in his veins.

"Yes…" He whispered hoarsely, still shaking. "I-I…" Ryou couldn't finish the sentence. Bakura sighed.

"Mine." He said possessively, gripping Ryou's shoulder tighter. The whitenette suppressed a sob, the small spark of happiness that was in his heart going out. He doesn't care at all…

"Yours." The teenager sighed in defeat, closing his eyes. "All yours." Bakura smirked.

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I don't like it...

R&R?