Yeah.. HI..New chapter.. Bleh.

Failed Chemistry. Will get compy taken away. Sorry. Thought I might as well post this now as opposed to keeping you waiting for another week or so.

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Ryou sighed, anxiously smoothing down a stray lock of white hair as he stared at himself in the mirror, A slender, pale teenager gazed back at him, long white limbs exposed, contrasting sharply with the black tank top and short shorts. The whitenette closed his eyes, and bowed his head for a long moment, blinking back tears.

"Hey." Ryou jumped at the husky, sensual voice from the doorway, and looked up to stare at Bakura's reflection in the mirror. "Don't you have to be there in half an hour?" Ryou gasped, and looked down at his watch.

"Oh no," He moaned, giving his hair one final pat before dashing out of the bedroom, Bakura snorted, casting a glance at himself in the mirror. A tall figure in black leather glared back at him, a pale face almost hidden under long white hair. I'm only doing this so Ryou will behave himself. Bakura bit his lip, and raised his eyes to the ceiling. Little whore. Ryou was wrongs. Bakura had no times for such frivolous activities. He was not the sort of person to drown their sorrows in alcohol. The yami sighed, leaning against the doorframe.

"When did you want to come?" Ryou asked softly as he stepped into the bedroom, shrugging on his thick coat. Bakura raised his eyebrows as the boy buttoned the jacket up to his neck, keeping dark mocha orbs downcast.

"Might as well go with you." Bakura shrugged, hunting through the wardrobe for his black leather trench coat. "It's not like I know the way." Ryou nodded, digging his toes into the carpet.

"Okay." He said quietly, and headed towards the apartment door. "We um, better go now. The bus will be on the corner in five minutes." Bakura nodded, finally finding his coat. He grabbed the leather garment and following Ryou out of their home.

"I'm only going to keep an eye on you." The spirit warned as they walked down the stairs. "I don't want to go. I just want to make sure no one touches you." Ryou sighed, the small spark in his chest going out. "Got it?"

"Got it, Bakura." The light echoed miserably.

I hate this place. It took all of three seconds for Bakura to reach that conclusion. He sulked down at the end of the bar, nursing his beer, which he had bought simply for the sake of something to do. He kept his eye on Ryou, cupping his chin in one hand. The sixteen-year-old was quiet, and shy, but at the same time, mysteriously alluring. If Bakura leaned sideways just a little bit over the bar, he had a good glimpse of Ryou's rear, accentuated by his clothing. Bakura couldn't help but sigh as he pressed the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid. Ryou certainly got a lot of stares, as he served the beverages. Men who came to the bar to pick up their drink rarely left. Bakura narrowed his eyes. Although the boy kept a smile on his face, Bakura could tell that Ryou was feeling uncomfortable at the eyes staring at him. Bakura drained his glass, and set his glass on the table.

"Oi!" Bakura called, banging a fist on the table. "Come on Ryou, gimme more beer!" The teenager turned around, staring at Bakura for a moment, before his face broke into a genuine smile, and a small blush formed on his pale, pristine cheeks.

"Sure thing, Bakura." The boy said softly taking the glass and refilling. Bakura watched Ryou, eyes half-lidded. "Here." He slid the glass across the table, and the spirit took it, glad to have someone to talk to. "You okay?" Bakura shrugged, taking another swig of the glass. The beer here isn't too bad… Ryou gave a small, soft smile, placing his hand on Bakura's. "I'm… I'm really glad you could make it tonight." Ryou said softly. "I-I feel a lot safer with you here." Bakura narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean, safer?" He narrowed his eyes. "They don't touch you, do they." Ryou only swallowed, and looked away. "Ryou?"

"S-Sometimes." He finally stammered tearfully. He wiped a tear from his eye. "I'm so sorry Bakura!" He continued anxiously, feeling the demons' hand tense. "I tried Bakura, I tried to get them off but they won't listen. I'm so sorry Bakura, I-"

"Who." Ryou winced at the dark, angry tone. He whimpered as Bakura grabbed at his wrist, and turned his head away from the spirit. "Who?" Ryou cried out as Bakura yanked on his arm, dragging the teenager closer to him. He gasped for air, keeping his eyes closed as he smelt Bakura's breath, faintly tinged with alcohol. He's been drinking more than he realized, I think.

"P-Please l-let me go." Ryou whimpered, his chin trembled. "B-Bakura…" The demon snarled, and dragged the whitenette even closer to him. "P-Please…"

"Who the hell was it?" Bakura snarled, his mahogany eyes glinting red in his rage. "Ryou!"

"Hey!" Bakura jumped, and spun around to find a very pissed off Kiyoshi, hands on hips. Ryou gasped, and the demon growled, breaking his contact with the boy. His face was twisted in a snarl as he stood up from the chair, and stalked out of the bar.

"Wait... Bakura!" Ryou ran over to the entrance, and ducked under the table. "Please, come back!" The light dashed out of the entrance to the bar, following Bakura, who marched angrily down the street. "Bakura!" Ryou finally managed to catch up with the angry yami, and grabbed at his arm. "Please, listen to me-"

"Fuck off!" Bakura snarled, turning around and glaring at Ryou. The light whimpered and flinched, holding his hands over his face. "Just piss off Ryou!" He screamed. "I don't want to talk about it. Just piss off and leave me alone!" Ryou's chin trembled, and he bowed his head.

"I-I'm sorry…" Ryou whispered into the dark street. Although it was full of people, Ryou couldn't help but feel horribly alone.

"Yami…"

"Don't talk to me." Bakura was sitting with his arms crossed on the couch, glaring at the T.V. Ryou swallowed a sob as he hung up his coat, and walked into the lounge. He stood in front of the television, with his hand on a hip. Bakura growled in the back of his throat, and looked up, staring at Ryou's body.

"Bakura…" Ryou sighed, walking towards the sulking yami. "I'm really sorry about this. I was going to tell you earlier, but I got so scared, and-"

"Shut up." Bakura snarled, staring into space. "Shut the fuck up and stop gibbering." Ryou looked down, and began twisting his hands.

"I-I'm s-sorr-"

"I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bakura raged, and stood up. Ryou's eyes widened, and he whimpered in fear, backing away from the demon. "Honestly Ryou, you don't know when to stop!" He continued, marching towards the trembling teen. Ryou shook, close to tears. "Stop crying!" Bakura yelled, grabbing Ryou's slender shoulders. The teenager whimpered, tears clinging to long dark lashes and trickling down his face. "Stop it Ryou!" Bakura shook the boy, Ryou sobbing in fear. "Goddamn it Ryou, STOP!" He shoved the light, Ryou tumbling to the floor. The yami sank to his knees beside Ryou, grasping his shoulders again and leaning over him. "Stop. Crying." He hissed, staring down at the shaking teenager. Ryou hiccupped and nodded, swallowing his sobs and closing his eyes. "Stop."

"I-I have…" Ryou moaned, taking a long, shuddering breath. "I-I h-have…" Bakura snorted and stood up, turning away from the boy. He dared to take a quick glance at the frail whitenette, long bare legs stretched out and white hair tumbling over his exposed shoulders.

"Pathetic." Bakura spat, storming off into the small bedroom. Ryou swallowed a sob, and weakly pulled himself into a sitting position, shaking. It wasn't often that Bakura touched his host. He shivered. He really must have been angry… Was he angry at me being touched of that I was crying? I don't know... Ryou weakly got onto his hands and knees, crawling over to the couch. He climbed up into the leather seat and slumped weakly into the red material. Ryou buried his head in his arms, struggling to contain his sobs. He was so tired. Why did Bakura treat him this way? No matter how many times Ryou tried to be nice, Bakura merely threw it back in his face. Ryou whimpered, and sniffed. Why does he do this to me? Why does he hurt me? I know he's still upset and depressed, but I wish he didn't take his anger out on me... I hate it. I really really hate it.

"Breakfast?" Bakura groaned at the soft English voice, and lifted his head from the pillow. Although it was only 10 AM, Bakura had actually been awake for the past fifteen minutes. He stared at Ryou for a long moment, dressed in baggy jeans and a button-down shirt, a wooden tray in his hands.

"What's this?" Bakura asked suspiciously as he rolled over onto his back, glaring up at the teenager. Ryou smiled softly, holding out the tray to Bakura, who dragged himself into a sitting position, resting his back against the headboard.

"Umm, hash browns, fried tomatoes, and egg, and three sausages. Ryou said proudly. "And a coffee." Bakura blinked, and rubbed at his eyes with a low moan.

"Um, thanks?" The spirit was somewhat confused as he picked up his knife and fork. The memory of last night was fresh in Bakura's mind, and part of it chilled him. He'd touched Ryou. That was something Bakura struggled to restrict himself from doing. Ryou was untouchable, even to him.

"You're welcome." Ryou sat down on the edge of the bed looking down at his hands. "I-I'm really sorry about last night." He whispered, biting his lip. "I have to be firmer about what they do, I know, but it's like what Kiyoshi said. I have to give them a little leeway, and try to keep them interested if I want to get such good tips." Bakura snorted.

"Is that the best excuse you could come up with?" Bakura snorted, tearing into a sausage. Ryou blushed, and looked down at his hands again, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Bakura." The light whispered. "I-I'm really sorry." He sniffed, and brushed at his eyes, causing Bakura to growl in his throat.

"You know what?" He snarled, glaring daggers at Ryou. "I don't care. I don't fucking care. Do whatever the goddamn hell you want. I'll let you figure out the consequences yourself. Got it?" Ryou's mouth fell open, and then he sighed, bowing his head.

"Got it, Bakura."

Why did he say that? Ryou had been thinking about that all day. Bakura didn't care? What was wrong with him? He sighed, biting his lip as he drummed his fingertips on the wooden tabletop.

"Hey, sweet cheeks." Ryou froze, staring at the greasy, middle-aged man who sat in the bar stool nest to him. Just before he was about to withdraw into his shy, private shell, a thought struck him.

Well, if it's what Bakura wants, it's what he'll get.

"Hey." Ryou purred, leaning over the counter. He looked at the man with half-lidded eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching in a seductive smile. "What will it be then?" Ryou rested his chin on his hands.

"Just a beer." The man was staring at Ryou with narrow, thoughtful eyes. "Say…" He ventured as Ryou served the man a beer. "You're not one of those… frisky barmen, are you?" Ryou grinned, leaning forward even further.

"And what if I am?" He breathed, internally shrinking away at the mans' alcoholic breath. Ryou swallowed as the man grinned.

"You're late." Bakura snarled, shifting his gaze from the T.V to Ryou, who had opened the door. "Why?" Ryou gulped, and hug up his coat silently. He bent down to unzip his boots, feeling sick.

"I-I'm sorry, Bakura." Ryou whispered, rubbing momentarily at his eyes. "I'm only ten minutes late. There was some really bad traffic…" The light winced. "We drove right into a drag race."

"Right." Bakura snorted. "Whatever." Ryou frowned.

"It's true!" He said, crossing his arms. "Why don't you ever believe me? It's not fair. You only shun me, and get angry, even when I have a good excuse." Bakura growled, and lifted his head, glaring at the young teenager.

"What has gotten into you?" Bakura stood up. Ryou, sensing danger, started to run. Bakura was quicker however, and grabbed the young male's arm, slamming him against the wall. Ryou cried out in pain, and struggled, but to no avail. Bakura growled, and grabbed Ryou's jaw, forcing the boy to look him in the eye. "I will not tolerate this backtalk Ryou. Now, you apologize right now!" Ryou winced, and began to gasp for air.

"I-I'm sorry." He whimpered, lowering his eyes. Bakura smirked, and made to let go when he noticed Ryou's breath. He leaned forward, and inhaled some air. What the hell? Salty. Bakura froze, and then realized what Ryou had done.

"You little whore." The yami spat, seizing Ryou's shoulders. Hard. The light whimpered, and closed his eyes. "You fucking little whore." Ryou gulped, but a small spark of anger jumped in his chest.

"Look whose talking." He muttered, looking up to glare at the yami. "Take a look in the mirror Bakura! A thief is no better!" Bakura's face contorted in rage, and without warning, he hit Ryou hard across the face. The teenager cried out, the force of the blow sending him sprawling onto the floor. Ryou held a hand to his left cheek, blinking back tears.

"Never speak to me like that again." Bakura hissed, looming over the boy. "And never go near another one of those sick freaks." Ryou whimpered, keeping his eyes downcast. "Do you understand me?" He snarled as Ryou kept silent. "Do you understand?" Ryou gulped, one hand still on his cheek in shock. Finally, he nodded, brown eyes depressed and defeated.

"Y-Yes, B-Bakura." He whispered, tears filling his saddened brown eyes.

"I hope you're happy with yourself." Bakura snarled, glaring at the young boy. Ryou whimpered, and buried his head further in his knees. "Just what I thought." Bakura kicked his legs up onto the coffee table. "Idiot."

"I-I didn't go all the way, Bakura." Ryou said softly, staring at the floor. "I'm not that stupid. I just did enough to earn me forty dollars." Bakura glared at the boy, baring his canines.

"I don't care about the stupid money!" Bakura yelled, his eyes narrowed in anger. "I care about y-" The yami caught himself just in time. "I care about how you got it! You think you can just go around sucking people off like some whore? Huh? Of course not! Listen to me Ryou, you are never going to do that again, or I swear, I will pound your fucking brains out, understand me?" Bakura had stood up, and was low leering over Ryou, who trembled, curling into a tighter ball. He cried out as Bakura grabbed at his shoulders, and forced him out of his small protective ball. The yami glared at the salty tracks on Ryou's pale face. "And stop crying all the time!" Bakura yelled. Ryou whimpered, and tried to break away. "Can't you be a little goddamn stronger?" The light swallowed, and nodded. Bakura snorted, and let the boy go. Cruelty was how he worked. Although he had never hit Ryou before, he still ruled by fear. He completely owned and dominated the younger boy. He was like a pet, or a slave. Bakura didn't know what. Either way, he was a very pretty pet, there was no way around that. Bakura liked to watch Ryou for hours at a time when he cleaned on the weekend, under the pretence of watching television. Ryou had to be one of the most beautiful people he had met. In fact, the only people Bakura ever socialized with outside of Ryou was Malik and Marik, or as he liked to call them, 'psycho one' and 'psycho two'. Malik was hot, but was too downtrodden and restricted by Marik for Bakura to do anything, and the Egyptian yami was far too psychotic to even attempt a relationship. Bakura was sure that a good long bout of sex would help calm down his hormones. That was what Bakura blamed it on, anyway. Hormones.

"I-I'm sorry." Ryou murmured. "I won't cry anymore." Bakura stood back, and snarled, but nodded. Ryou rubbed the last of his tears from his eyes, and stood up, swallowing hard. Bakura's eyes couldn't help but linger on Ryou's ass as he started to walk towards the bedroom. A thought struck the yami, and he grabbed at Ryou's arm before he had the chance to retreat to his room.

"Stay." Bakura commanded, staring straight into chocolate brown eyes. Ryou blinked, and bit his lip. He nodded, and turned towards the yami. Bakura gently placed a hand on Ryou's cheek, who shied away and whimpered. "Go put some ice on that." He ordered, releasing his hold on Ryou's wrist. The light nodded, and headed towards the kitchen. Bakura sighed, and dropped onto the couch. "And I'm hungry too. Make me something!" He called into the kitchen.

"O-Okay, Bakura." Ryou murmured, starting to rifle through the refrigerator. Bakura grunted in approval, and leaned further into the maroon leather. Why am I feeling so... guilty, about hurting Ryou? I'm not supposed to feel things. Just because I'm forced in this mortal body, it doesn't give me a mortal mind. It doesn't. It can't. I don't feel anything for Ryou. He just has a hot body. Hell, I'll admit that. He's really pretty as well. Anyone can see that, just look at all of those guys he has all over him at the bar. His ignorance and stupidity makes my blood boil though. What gives him the right to pleasure those sick freaks? To go against my word? I swear, next time I catch him doing anything like that again, I am seriously going to beat him. Maybe pain is the only way to get through to that idiot. But I can't beat him. Something just stops me. I don't know what, but I can't hurt him. That's why I feel guilty right now, because I know I caused Ryou pain. It's like crushing a flower. Bakura sighed. It was almost two in the morning. He'd eat whatever Ryou was going to make, and then go to bed. Sleep was probably addling his mind.

Ugh. Hate it. See ya in a week or so. -cries- DADDY DONT TAKE THE COMPY OFF MEEEE! IT'S ONLY CHEMISTRY! YOU DONT NEED THAT TO BE A HISTORY TEACHER! . '