Here we go. Another chappeh. . ' Hate it. Bleh.

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"Stop it." Ryou was moaning hoarsely, struggling to get up on his hands. His thin form, beaten and raped, was quivering, drenched in blood. He couldn't stop whimpering and crying. He was beyond pain. Bakura was sitting beside him in the blood, licking the crimson liquid from his knife. His free finger lazily stroked the long whip marks on Ryou's back, the boy crying out in agony. "Just… Stop…" He choked. Blood pooled on his lips, blood that wasn't his fathers, blood Bakura hadn't spilt. "S-Stop…"

"Weakling." Bakura spat, scratching the lights tender back. Ryou screamed, and more blood pooled at his lips. The yami smirked, and continued to drag his nails over the flawless skin, sadism flashing in his eyes. Ryou continued to scream and cry, spitting out blood. "Look at yourself Ryou. You're a weak little whore. And that's all you will ever be." Ryou gasped, his breath stalling in his throat. He grabbed at his chest, starting to cough. Bakura raised an eyebrow and leaned back, staring at Ryou. The teenager bent over, his choking wracking his slender form. Blood, thick and red poured from his lips, and pooled on the floor. The spirit crouched, narrowing his eyes. Ryou's coughing only increased, his blood frighteningly heavy. Shit.

Ryou was dying. Bakura realized this as he watched the younger boy cough and cry. Ryou was almost screaming, and doubled over on his hands and knees. Bakura swore under his breath, and stood up. Ryou looked up weakly, still coughing. The demon walked away from the light, stepping over his fathers' dead body. Ryou was coughing and crying as Bakura left the room, weakly trying to haul himself up.

I'm going to die. Ryou realized as he continued to choke. He didn't know why he was coughing up the blood, but he had lost so much… I have to call someone… I have to get Yugi, I need help. Ryou sobbed, and managed to begin crawling to the phone. Please, someone help me…

Please…

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Ryou whimpered, staring at the wall. Why? He still asked himself as he lay on the thin hospital bed. Bakura slept, snoring loudly on his back with an arm thrown around the teenager. Dawn had approached, and the early morning sun stained his room a fiery orange. The orderly would be around soon to give him his medication. The thought made Ryou's heart rise. She would see Bakura and he would be restrained and led out of the building… Hell, they would be able to charge Bakura with rape, assault, and murder if they got a DNA or semen sample. Ryou sighed happily, and rolled over. You're not going to stay here long. You're going to go. I thought you cared. All you want is my body. I thought you cared... Tears welled up in Ryou's eyes. I wanted to think you cared...

The teenager sat silently, shifting his gaze to Bakura for a second, and then looking away. This wasn't right. Bakura didn't care. He only wanted to come back because he was a possessive, controlling son-of-a-bitch. Ryou gritted his teeth, and leaned against the wall. This wasn't fair. Why can't he care…

"Why don't you care?" Ryou whispered tearfully. Bakura continued to snore.

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"Good morning Ryou!" The whitenette blinked an hour or so later as the door slowly swung open. This is it. Thank God. They're going to take him away. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"No." Ryou sat up. "Look!" He almost yelled, pointing to the sleeping demon sprawled about on his bed. The nurse blinked.

"What… What exactly am I supposed to be looking at sweetie?" She asked, tilting her head from one side to the other. Ryou blinked.

"Him! Look! He's the one that did this to me! Right on my bed! He came here in the night, now please, you have to listen to me!" The whitenette was almost hysterical. "He's really hurt me and I thought he cared about me, but he doesn't, he doesn't care about me and all he wants is to get in my pants again, I know and I'm so scared, and oh God you have to help me!" Ryou wiped hurriedly at his eyes. "Please."

"Ryou," She said gently, looking positively frightened. "There's no one on that bed."

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"Silly boy." Ryou closed his eyes, and whimpered. He could feel Bakura's stale breath on his neck, but was powerless to push away, his arms firmly straight jacketed to his sides. "You thought you could get rid of me? I just get here, and you want me gone all ready? And I thought you wanted someone here with you…"

"Y-You raped me." Ryou whispered, careful to make sure his voice was quiet. "You goddamned son of a bitch, you raped me! You knew how special that was to me, Bakura! You know that-"

"Oh, shut up." Bakura snarled, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Don't feed me that shit Ryou. I know you weren't a virgin! You and that bastard Malik were fucking like bunnies, and you just got caught." Ryou closed his eyes and shook his head. "Where is he now huh? Where's your precious boyfriend when he needs you? He didn't love you, idiot, he only pretended to care so he could have a piece of your ass-"

"Shut up!" Ryou screamed, tears forming in his eyes. "Shut up Bakura, and leave me the hell alone! You've messed me up for life! You've put me in this place that I will probably never get out of, you killed my goddamn father, you chased Malik away, and now thanks to you I'm in a padded freaking padded cell!" He sobbed, his head in his knees. "What more do you want?" The teenager whispered, his shoulders heaving with sobs. "Why did you come back?"

"Because." Bakura said softly, lifting Ryou's chin with a finger. "I wanted to." Ryou turned his head away. "Look at me." He commanded, grabbing the whitenette's jaw with his hands. "Look at me Ryou." Ryou opened redrimmed eyes. "Listen to me. Nobody cares about you, boy. Nobody. If they did, then why are you still here? That visit from your father was the first in nearly a year. Malik's gone, and Yugi went without visiting you for months. No one has been there for you in years." Bakura closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead against Ryou's, moving his hands to the back of Ryou's neck. "No one but me." The light sobbed, his tears trickling onto Bakura's cheeks. The demon tasted the salt on his lips, gently moving his hands down Ryou's back. He found the leather straps, and began to unbuckle them, Ryou shaking and whimpering. "There." He whispered as Ryou's arms slid free, and the whitenette immediately pushed Bakura away, who fell back on his rear in a slight scowl.

"D-Don't." He sobbed, shaking his head. "You can't… You can't…" Bakura merely gave Ryou an odd look, and crouched in front of his lighter half, running a finger along Ryou's cheek. "Y-You c-can't…"

"Shush." Bakura placed a cold digit on Ryou's lips, silencing the young boy. "Don't speak Ryou. Don't." Ryou sniffed. "Don't cry, either. It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of here."

"H-How?" The teenager swallowed deeply. Bakura bit his lip, and began to cup Ryou's cheeks.

"I'm not going to break you out." The demon said carefully. "They'll just find you and put you back in here. I'm going to get you out another way, but you have to listen to me and do as I say." Ryou sniffed, and gave a soft yelp of shock as Bakura captured his lips in a kiss. He pushed at the yami's chest, but the movement was weak and half-hearted. The spirit chuckled, and bit down on Ryou's lower lip, making the light cry out in surprise. Bakura used the movement to insert his tongue, gently massaging the inside of Ryou's mouth. Oh no oh no oh no… What is he doing? He's kissing me? Why? Why the hell is he kissing me? Stop! Stop it Bakura, stop it, stop it stop it! Let me go! I can't do this, I can't... Please Bakura let me go…

Ryou was crying as Bakura broke apart, his entire form shaking. The yami frowned as Ryou sobbed, his face in his hands. What the hell is wrong with him? I only kissed him! I've done much worse, and-

Oh. I get it.

"You… You still love Malik, don't you?" Bakura whispered, his eyes wide in shock and disbelief. Ryou sniffed, and rubbed at his eyes. "Don't you?"

"Y-Yes." The light sobbed, ragged gasps tearing from his throat. Bakura closed his eyes. "I-I-I…"

"You haven't seen him in months." Bakura's tone had changed completely, his eyes narrowed. "He left you, he ran away." Ryou swallowed.

"I-I-I… Wh-Why do you care?" Ryou stammered through his sobs. "Y-You don't… Y-You don't, you can't…" Bakura only looked down. "Y-Yami, n-no…"

"I was in that hellhole for three damn months, Ryou. I had nothing to do but think. And I thought a lot. I thought about how you could sometimes make me smile, I thought of how you could light up a room. I thought of how there was always this… Something whenever I thought about you. Like I wanted to laugh and cry at once. You made me feel like I never have before. And I did a lot of thinking about it, and I came to the conclusion that…"

"You l-love me?" Ryou gasped, his eyes wider than ever. He raised a hand to his lips, confused. "B-But y-you hurt me so much…"

"I was angry." Bakura muttered. "I was pissed that Malik was able to have you and I couldn't. I just… flipped out. I flipped out Ryou, and I'm… Well, I'm sorry." The teenager blinked.

"You're… Sorry?" Ryou tilted his head. "Bakura, this isn't like you."

"And this insanity isn't like you either." The yami said softly, taking one of Ryou's slender hands in his own. "This anger… I've never seen it before. You never used to swear, or shout. And I… I hate what I've made you into." He gently pressed Ryou's fingers against his lips, the light gasping softly. "I want to change you back, I want to make you better." Ryou swallowed. "Please, let me help you get better."

"I-I…" The teenager sighed, pressing his lips together. "I want to get better Bakura… I want to be myself again, I just want to be able to go home. I want out of here Bakura… But I just don't understand how. H-How can you make me better?" The spirit leaned forward to whisper in Ryou's ear.

"By loving you."

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