Love Hurts
By Jet Set Yoyo
Disclaimer: I do NOT own yu-gi-oh If I did I wouldn't be writing fics on the internet.
("Talking", Thinking, 'flashbacks', 'Mind link's')
Well since I'm at it I may as well retype the second chapter too. I was going to finish Diary Of A Rudie before I got into changing/updating anything else but I couldn't ignore all the requests I had to fix up and write more of this story. So alas I hope I don't deviate from writing the last two chapters of DOAR but hmmm I suppose we'll see. Glad people still enjoy this piece of junk. xD
It was still dark out when Ryou awoke abruptly from a nightmare. He groaned as he rolled over to look at his clock. Bakura definitely wasn't awake yet.
Good. Maybe I can have a decent breakfast and a shower today. Ryou climbed out of his bed and slipped into his normal wardrobe; a mint colored button up shirt with a long sleeve blue and white shirt underneath and white slacks. Bakura was sleeping soundly on the couch as he noisily tried to tiptoe past the sleeping demon. Of course who could possibly tiptoe with a limp? A pop tart will be good enough I'm not that hungry anyway. Munching on the pop tart he nabbed from the cabinet he tried to tiptoe past Bakura again. As he went Bakura stirred a bit and startled the young Hikari before he let out a relieved giggle Why do I stay with him. He's so mean to me… I haven't even done anything to him.
Ryou stopped feeling sorry for himself and sighed as he started his shower. As he stepped in the warm water felt good on his bruised skin and he didn't ever want to leave it. Slowly and carefully the dried blood from some reopened wounds was cleaned off and his hair didn't look like such a rats nest anymore. When the water ran cold Ryou yelped and shut it off remembering they didn't get a whole lot of hot water to begin with. He realized as well that he had not left Bakura any. 'Uh oh I'm in a lot of trouble now…' He mumbled, forgetting to close his mind link.
"Why what did you do my little hikari?" Bakura said in a mock sweet voice as he appeared in the doorway. He stared at the naked boy in front of him as Ryou dried himself off.
"Nothing… I uh…uhm…" He studdered, covering himself up from Bakura's prying eyes.
"Whatever. Hurry up and get out!" Bakura barked, raising his fist.
"I'm sorry!"
Ryou threw on his pants so fast as he tried to dash out of the bathroom he wasn't even sure if he'd put them on right. Bakura cackled hysterically as Ryou ran out the door with his pants on backwards and shirt inside out scaring the boy into running just a little faster. He turned on the shower, and shed his clothes on the floor before stepping into the running water. He frowned as the water ran cold, even colder as he turned the hot water knob.
Damn it brat! You left me no hot water not even a little!
'I'm sorry! I lost track of time I swear please I didn't mean to… don't be mad.'
By the time Bakura finished his uncomfortable shower Ryou had already left the house to visit Yuugi. It was Saturday and he always tried to find an excuse to stay out all day leaving Bakura to entertain himself. Which in anyone's right mind was not a good idea, Bakura usually went to get drunk with Marik or caused havoc around the neighborhood and Ryou would have to hear the neighbors when he came home. But to him, if it kept him from being abused that day he didn't care what Bakura did while he was away. The neighbors would just have to deal he reasoned. He walked down the road towards the turtle game shop where Yuugi and Yami lived.
Why isn't Yami abusive like Bakura? Pharaoh's usually are mean I thought? Although he's different from all the other Yami's anyway. He's not a psycho like Bakura and Marik. The game shop came into Ryou's view and he could see through one of the windows. Yuugi was on a ladder then he fell, falling into his Yami's arms. Why can't Bakura be like Yami? I want to be like them. As he reached the game shop Yuugi and Yami had noticed him coming and greeted him at the door.
"Good morning Ryou-kun! What bring you here today," Yugi asked cheerfully already knowing the answer but he figured he'd be polite anyway.
"I j-just was around the neighborhood and I figured I'd come say hello. I-if you're busy I'm not going to stay."
"Nah not really. Stay! Stay!" Yuugi squeaked acting like a child as he hopped up and down. The hours went by, they ended up playing multiple games found around the game shop and dueling each other quite a few times. It was dark now and Ryou was growing nervous.
"Well today was fun. Yuugi, Yami thanks for letting me stay over, I had a great time."
"Our pleasure, want a friend to walk home with you? It's kind of lonely and dangerous to walk that far alone in the dark," Yuugi chirped.
"No, no it's alright I'll be just fine, besides I wouldn't want to have to make you two walk all the way back here again and I don't think Bakura's in a good mood today." Ryou smiled and waved good-bye as he walked out the door and headed north, the direction of home…the direction of torture and pain.
Wonder what will happen tonight… Rammed into the wall a few times? Punched and kicked until I'm bleeding and unconscious? Maybe I'll be lucky and he'll kill me this time…quick and not so painful. Hah! That'd be the day…
By the time Ryou had stopped talking to himself in his head he'd reached his house, almost passing it too. He sighed and walked as slowly as possible to delay the inevitable. He would be beaten, like every other night before this and it would never change. As long as he had the Millennium Ring he'd be stuck with the abusive Yami for a long time to come.
The house was dark when Ryou arrived. Definitely not good… he's here I know it. Bakura was nowhere in sight and all was quiet, Ryou was still on guard he knew better than to be relieved yet. Maybe he really isn't home? Ryou went up to his room and tiredly fell onto his bed soon falling fast asleep after he deemed the house safe. Bakura came out of the shadows in the corner of Ryou's room and smirked coldly at his sleeping Hikari.
He took out one of his many daggers and crept towards Ryou. He towered over him for a brief moment before punching Ryou in the face with his other hand. Ryou awoke abruptly and looked up dazed at Bakura smiling menacingly above him.
"B-Bakura? N-no please don't I've been good today haven't I?"
"Shut up you worthless little brat. You're lucky you're my host or I would've killed you ten times over by now!"
Ryou's lips quivered as he scrambled off the bed and as far as possible from his attacker though it was pointless. It only delayed and probably worsened the pain to come. Bakura lifted his dagger above his head ready to strike when he heard the quiet voice in the back of his mind.
Bakura stopped dead in his tracks forgetting all about Ryou. The voice in the back of his head was far more insisting this time causing him to drop the large knife accidentally. He softened his eyes for a moment before remembering his Hikari could see him and his gaze returned to the cold, heartless one it always had been. He back handed Ryou and stormed furiously out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Ryou sighed in relief although he was incredibly confused now. He crawled back up to his bed and attempted to fall asleep again. He didn't have to worry, Bakura never beat him twice in a night and he doubted tonight would be any different. Bakura retreated to his soul room and sat in the cold, dark chambers trying to comprehend the scene. This irritating feeling; what IS it!? Why is it getting in my way? I cannot even look at him anymore without that voice, that pathetic nagging voice trying to tug at my heartstrings. I swear I'll cease this stupidity, it won't get in my way again.
Alright, I've rewritten this chapter. It might take me a bit to get to chapter 3. I've GOT to finish Diary of a Rudie first. I promised. Reviews are great. I'm so happy about the reviews, alerts and favorites I'm getting for this. Thank you all so much.