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')
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Upon opening his eyes, Ryou was positive he wouldn't like what he saw. Still he felt the necessity to check what was going on around him and so he peeled his eyes open slowly. Sure enough, he was being held captive by another man probably in cahoots with the other two. This time he was outside, by the docks to be exact and the man seemed frantic. I wonder why he's so upset? It doesn't matter I guess...
A blood curdling scream made him and his captor jump in surprise; both looking about for the source of the agony. This guy wasn't as rough as the others, but he was probably preoccupied with whatever was after them; what else would explain him hurrying before? Ryou hadn't moved, not even squirmed since he'd been dragged from the warehouse but when Bakura came into view from around a corner he felt a sudden spark light up in him.
"B-Bakura!" he yelped, sustaining a backhand to the head. The man hoisted him over his shoulder and took off, determined not to let Bakura catch them. Ryou kicked and hit him as best he could, trying to break loose and even went so far as to bite him in the shoulder but the muscular man just wouldn't break his hold on him. He cried out again, "Bakura! Help!"
He's coming for me… He's really coming for me! He was crying now, both in fear and joy. His usual mindset squeezed its way into his thoughts again. Wait…he's probably mad I didn't come home on time. He probably just wants me to be his maid, cook and slave again. I don't want any of this! He let his fist come down one more time on his kidnappers back before slouching in defeat, letting his tears run.
Bakura was closing in fast on the bastard that had his Ryou. No one took his Ryou from him. He was his and his only. I'll be selfish all I want. Stupid fuckers can get their own. He growled to himself, growing angrier that he wasn't getting any closer anymore. I'll send the bastard to the shadow realm, I'll do it. He's fucking dead. DEAD. To his avail the man seemed tired out, having to run with a good hundred and forty more pounds on his shoulders and stopped to catch his breath. Bakura rounded on him, delivering a swift kick to the back of the head as he made sure not to hit Ryou in the process. The poor brat looked like a dead chicken hanging from a hook. Had he given up already? It didn't matter, the man was down and sent quickly to the shadow realm just as he promised himself in his mind. Ryou sat on the ground with his legs crossed, staring at his feet.
"Well? Are you coming home or did I come get you for nothing?" Bakura snapped, though he had tried to calm himself before speaking to the teen.
"W-why bother?" Ryou whispered, talking more to his feet than Bakura.
"What was that?"
"I said I'm coming."
"Good."
The walk home was a silent one as they made their way out of the slums and towards their apartment. Ryou trudged behind Bakura, dragging his feet and thinking up a million ways to end everything. Bakura on the other hand was trying to think of something to say, without stepping on the albino teens' feelings.
"I'm sorry." Ryou spoke up, his voice soft and unsure of himself.
"For?" The gruff reply came quickly.
"For getting kidnapped and making you come get me."
"Idiot." Ryou was unsure of what to make of the answer and promptly shut his mouth, continuing to drag his feet. After several moments of silence Bakura continued his thought, "I came because I wanted to."
Ryou had just dried up the remainder of his tears when he felt the hot prickle of them returning. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, desperately trying not to let Bakura see him cry over something as stupid as that. It was no use, the tears were flowing like a waterfall now and his nose was runny. Bakura sighed, attempting to ignore the waterworks but when they didn't stop he furrowed his eyebrows and whirled around.
"It's not that big of a deal, ok?" He grunted, embarrassed that Ryou was making such a fuss about the whole situation while trying to hide it.
"B-but I-I I didn't think you'd come for me…I thought you'd just…"
"Shut up." Bakura snapped, his voice taking a dangerous tone.
"H-huh?"
"No one touches you. No one." Ryou nodded, as if he felt like the statement needed an answer of some sort. Bakura clasped his hand around Ryou's wrist and pulled him forward so he was now walking beside him. They walked home without another word to be said.
You know, I'm debating whether or not to end it here like I originally had it. I pulled out the part where he had tried to kill himself earlier in the story, so maybe I'll keep this thing going just a little longer? What do you all think? Either way, review please? It keeps me going and give me motivation.