Chapter Two: "Ryou's POV"
"Ryou!" Someone's yelling my name... I feel so light, so weightless. "Wake up, damnit!" It's... It's Bakura's voice. He sounds angry.
I force my eyes open, wincing at the sunlight shinning in my eyes. "Kura?"
"Don't call me that." Bakura said frustrated, warning me.
"Okay.." I went to shut my eyes again. I no longer felt as if I was floating, but rather as if I was carring the word on my shoulders; I was so heavy.
I felt a burning on my cheek, and it took me a while to find out that it was from Bakura's hand against my face. I opened my eyes again, and looked into his carmel eyes.
"Bakura..?"
"Don't fall asleep on me, brat." He looked away.
"I'm sorry.." I sighed, noticing a pain in my chest, making me flinch.
"Stand up." Bakura barked. "Now."
"Bakura.." Agony began to blossom all through out my body like thorny vines. I felt so numb before, but now.. "I- I don't think I can." I was gasping, my chest rising from the carpeted floor, then falling back down in an unstoppable pattern.
I saw and heard Bakura's bear feet shuffling against the floor, stopping right in front of my face. Slowly, he reached down and grabbed my sleaved arm. I screamed out, my arm feeling like it was being ripped from my body. He pulled me up from the ground onto wobbly feet, every movement hurt terribly.
"Take off your shirt." His face remained straight.
"Bakura, please, no. It hurts..." I felt hot tears stinging my eyes, as my whole body throbbed.
"Do I have to do everything for you!" He screamed.
Bakura reached out lifting the shirt from my stomach. He only had it halfway up before he gasped, and let the shirt fall from him limp hands. My dark stumbled back a few steps, his mouth open.
I was confused. I looked down, and slowly peeled the shirt from my aching belly. The sight was horrific. My skin was no longer the pale color it should have been, but rather a dark purplish black color; all one big bruise. Just looking at it make me want to faint, but I held strong. I quickly dropped my tan shirt back down, and looked up to Bakura, still looking terrified.
"I.. I'm going to get a shower." I said nervously, not sure if I could even walk without falling.
The first couple steps were the most painful, but every step after that didn't hurt as much, or maybe I just got used to it. My eye's still felt very heavy, and everynow and again they would droop and I stumbled, almost falling down.
Once properly in the bathroom with the door locked (I had a fear Bakura would come in and drown me in the tub), I slowly removed the clothes from my bruised body.
It hurt, A LOT. Bending and moving did no good for the never-ending pain in my body. I took a minute to look in the mirror at my bare chest and face.
My hair streaked red from blood, my neck outlined purple finger marks from Bakura's hands. And my torso, well, you already have a guess of what that looks like.
I steped in the shower and turned on the water. At first the cold water felt amazing on my fevered skin, but soon I started to shake and shudder so I had to make it at least luke warm. I looked down, watching the translucent red water run down the drain.
I thought about the events of the night before. I thought about of Bakura's harsh words cutting through me like knives. I thought about the feeling of Bakura grabbing my long white hair and then slamming my head into the stairs; feeling warm blood run down my skull. I thought about vomiting after, and then Bakura... Bakura asked about my health, as if he was worried about me.
Come to think of it, he seemed like that this morning too.
Worried, I mean. Or even ashamed. I can't exactly place my broken finger on it.
I felt my eyes burn, and it took me a while to notice that it was salty tears spilling from my eyes.