Alright, here's the next chapter. Plenty of pain and suggestive things going on. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh or hydrogen peoxide.

Key

Hai- yes

Baka- idiot

/blah/- Ryou to Bakura (via mind link)

>Blah>- Bakura to Ryou (via mind link) (stupid editor won't let me double the / or the other arrow)

'blah'- thoughts that are said in mind

On to the fic...

Laughing with Malik and Yugi had got me thinking as we headed towards the slut/angel. I couldn't remember the last time I had had any happiness. I couldn't even remember far back enough to my childhood. Well, I could, but...pain, abuse, hate. It was all that it had been made of. Let me tell you of it, so you can understand.

"Wanna come to the game shop with us Ryou-san," Yugi looked at me with those violet eyes of his? Those big bright pleading eyes that said, 'come with us Ryou-san. Don't go home alone to an empty house again. Why do you? Come with us and smile.' Those eyes hurt me so. They wanted to help me, but in the end they would hurt me.

"Can't. I...I have things I gotta do." I didn't really, but I couldn't sit here in our 11th grade class with two minutes to go and explain that if I went with them Bakura would be mad.

"You sure? We could do the homework after a game." I sighed as those giant eyes showed plead again. How did he do it? How did he make me feel guilty of a crime uncommitted? I wanted to go damnit. I wanted to hang with my friends and goof off and be a normal teen. But no, if I didn't come straight home everyday like he said I would be dead for sure. And not just dead, I'd be the one suffering for all eternity. No, going home with Yugi and gang was not a choice I had the liberty to make.

"Hai, Yug. Sorry, but I must decline." I turned away and grabbed my brown massagers bag then. Swinging over my shoulders I heard Bakura warn me.

>You best be coming straight home hikari. I except you home in five minutes.> I visibly gulped then. It took fifteen minutes to get home. I would have to run and avoid all and any bullies just to make it in ten. And he knew it took this long. I started to fume. He knew this and he was gonna get mad at me for something I couldn't control. Why did my life have to be like this? Why did I always ask myself questions like this? It just increased my pain. Sighing, I walked towards the door and waited for the bell to ring.

"RINGGGG," the bell rang its last breath for the day and I tried to leave the room. That is I tried to. People shoved me and pushed me back and I ended up the last one out as always. Even Yugi could make it out, but no one ever saw the lone white-haired kid get pushed outta the way. Sighing a zillionth time that day I walked outta the classroom and headed for the stairs. It wasn't that I didn't want to run to save my hide, but that I figured if I at least took my time getting outta the school I wouldn't have to face them, the bullies. I was outta luck already today as I stepped outside the front doors and met pain. My stomach turned inside out as the blow hit me squarely in place. I doubled over only to hear and feel the pain.

"Let's have some extra fun today guys." My hair felt like it was being ripped out which it was, as they dragged me by my hair. I knew teachers must have seen this, but they couldn't care less once we left the building and it wouldn't matter. I was pulled by my hair right off school grounds now and into an alley right next to the school. Whoever had my hair pulled my head up to look ahead and I almost cried as I saw the blade. A fine blade, so sharp you could see the sun glint off the edges. The owner of this object laughed as he saw the terror in my eyes.

"Ryou, you know what I love most about you?" I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the blade near me. I didn't want to know what he loved, because I didn't want him to love me at all.

"I love those silver locks of yours. I love that pale skin, just itching for some fine marks to cut the perfection of it. I would love to feel your blood run though my hands. Smell it, taste it. Let me have a little of that fine hair and blood." I couldn't help it. I started to shake. It was a violent jerky shake and someone yelled to hold me still.

It was smooth and somehow painless. At least at first, but when it hit my bone I screamed like mad. They sliced it into my right arm deeper while pushing a handkerchief into my mouth. I started to gag as tears sprang in my eyes and I couldn't see. The cut began to feel like flames. It was still on my bone and even onto the nerve tissue now. And suddenly I felt the knife move as screams came from somewhere. It didn't leave the cut, but instead tried to push itself to the right. My eyes rolled back as I felt the nerve scarped by the knife. I couldn't hear anymore. I felt whoever had been holding me let go and I fell towards the ground. The last thing I felt was my head having final contact with the cement, before darkness claimed me.

I woke to a world of pain. My eyes opened to blurring vision. I tried to sit-up, but someone pushed me back.

"Baka light. Don't move if you value your sanity." I choose to ignore him for once and I sat up. I regretted it in an instant. The room began to spin and the Hydrogen Peroxide cloth that was on my arm slide right into the large gaping wound. I screamed all over again as Bakura grabbed my shoulders to prevent me from moving my arms and pushed me back down on the light blue couch.

"I told you not to," Anger flashed in his eyes and he raised his hand. It came down neatly on my left cheek. This new pain wasn't even registered by me though. My eyes simply went blank as Bakura went back to dressing the wound as if nothing had happened.

"You know I have to feel your pain too. You're such a stupid weakling. Letting them walk all over you. One of these days they will kill you and then I won't be able to save you, because I'll be in just as much pain and unable to do anything." I shrived at those uncaring, cold words. If anyone had read them they wouldn't be able to hear the resentfulness behind them, the hate, the distaste. He didn't care if I died. It was that if I died he dies too. He would be furious then. Forever in Hell with the one I killed. I couldn't handle that.

"Stop shaking Ryou."

/I can't./

"What?" His voice was indifferent. All my ideas on him hating me and not caring about me were built on experience, but something about not having a hateful tone was worrying to me. Almost as care was in it.

"I...I...ca...cn't...sttt...sttooo..." I was having too much trouble talking and shaking so I changed to the mind link.

/I can't stop shaking. I'm really cold./

"Hell yeah your cold. It's hot as hell in here. You got the thermostat at 80 degrees in here."

/I'm cold though./ Bakura glared at me and put his hand on my forehead. He pulled away.

"Stand up."

/Huh?/

"Stand up so I can beat you senseless, before you get sick. You are such a baka. I told you to come straight home. Now, because you couldn't do that simple thing your gonna be bloody sick and I'll have to take of you." I feared the worse. It wasn't often that he started to use British slang like that. When he did it only meant one thing. Even if I hadn't been getting sick I wouldn't be going to school tomorrow.

I stood still. I waited silently for it to come and come it did. An uppercut to my chin first and then one to my left cheek. I didn't move. It would only make him madder. But, I trembled. Bakura grabbed my shirt collar and glared into my chocolate eyes.

>I hope you love pain.> I meet the wall then. I mean it when I said I meet it. My head left a dent an inch deep into the wall and my back arched as it slammed into the wooden border that lined halfway up the wall. I screamed so loud that yami not only came over and placed one foot on my ear as I laid on the floor now, but he stuck the other right into my mouth. It was a boot he wore and a mighty large one at that. It wouldn't fight all the way in and I stopped breathing. He squashed my right ear under his boot as he laughed. Tears fell onto the carpet as I desperately tried to gain air.

/Can't...breath...please...Bakura.../ It was too hard to think and try to gain that sainted air. Bakura must've realized he could kill me this way, because he moved his foot from my mouth and ear. My poor stomach though got to meet the boot. He kicked over and over, as I screamed and screamed. Then he knelt down and whispered in my ear.

"No chains tonight Ryou. I'll go easy on you for tonight. You're sick and need your rest." Those words had the most haunted mocking to them. They rang like devil bells in my head. He had gone fairly easy on me. At least easy as he had been lately. The beatings had gotten much worse lately and this had been the most pleasant in a month.

Pain began to pulse though my body and I moaned. I couldn't move. Blood flowed from the back of my head and my lips. Bakura knelt down and picked me up under the legs and back. He carried me back to the couch and took the first aid kit back out. Silently he worked on my wounds as tears fled down my face. I started to shake more violently as he patched up the cuts and then reached for a bottle of Advil.

"Sallow these." He didn't even offer me water and I didn't care. I gratefully swallowed the two pills. Then tried to stand up, even though the room got dizzy and I swayed from where I sat.

"What the heck are you doing?"

"I...I'm...try..ttryin...g..."

/I'm trying to go to bed./ He suddenly without warning picked me up again and carried me to my room. I looked up in shock. I wasn't expecting him to try and help me get to bed. He laid me down on my bed and pulled my nightclothes out of my dresser and walked over to my bed. He grabbed my shirt and started to pull it off.

/What are you doing?/ I pulled away.

>I'm trying to put some clean clothes on you, baka.>

/Oh, I can do that./

>Yeah, just like you can walk and sit-up.> He pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and pulled the other one over my head. I wasn't all that embarrassed though. I mean we had the same bodies so what did it matter if he was seeing me without a shirt on.I hadn't been paying attention and suddenly I felt my jeans being slide down.

/Bloody hell, I can do that./

>You sure you can handle that weakling.> He backed away though, but he didn't leave. He just watched and I knew I was going to have to finish changing with him watching whatever I liked it or not. So I did just that and then lay down on my bed and pulled my covers over. It was so cold, I swear.

>Sleep light. You will need it.> He moved over to his own bed then. It was right across from mine. He didn't even bother with blankets till late November and it being only mid November his blanket lay off to the side of the bed. I closed my eyes and let myself muse about how tried and sick I felt.

I soon fell asleep, but not before I heard those fateful last words I would ever hear from him that night.

"I love you my little Ryou. Sorry and goodnight."