Author's Notes:

And now, presenting, my so far personal favorite story, the only story coming close to it being Dance with the Devil. Well, this is Snow White Queen by Evanescence, one of my personal favorite songs by them, along with a ton of other songs, but that's besides the point.

Since I feel I don't say this enough, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING, ALL CHARACTERS AND SONGS USED IN THIS STORY ARE OWNED BY ORIGINAL OWNERS / CREATORS!

Snow White Queen

Sometimes it is no use, this pain that he makes me endure; no one should ever have to feel the pain. However, I try, despite the pain inflicted in the end, I try. I try to fight him off, I try to hide, get away from it all. He claims to love me, he claims to care, but I know better than that.

As of right now, I am running, doing anything to get away from his evil clutches. I have this stupid little dress on, ugh. I need to get rid of this, so I strip off my dress, and discard it; I then decide to sprint for the door.

I try to whip the door open, only to realize that it is locked, and the force and momentum from trying to open the door is the thing that sends me falling to my butt. I mumble a string of curses under my breath, before dashing off behind the couch.

I hear him come into the room, his breathing labored, but his eyes only showing lust...blood lust. I try and suppress a shudder, but it doesn't work. What bothers me more though, is the fact that it's a slightly pleasant shudder, and I feel the hairs in my neck rising.

I remember the first time that you took over my body; it was the worst feeling in my life. It felt as though I died inside, which in a sense, I think I have. You then started hurting my friends, locking them into little figurines...however, I never knew. You didn't even start talking to me until I moved to Domino and started attending Domino High.

You wanted me to lure my new friends into your trap. I listened like a good puppet, a good doll. I lined them up, however, quite reluctantly, and you were able to pick them off. But, I knew that was wrong, so I helped them stop you. We both died...but...we both came back to life.

I guess we became somewhat closer, but once again, I, in your eyes, betrayed you. But, why should I comply with your demands, if I always end up sad in the end. We are supposed to work together to form a unique yami and hikari bond. I guess our bond is unique, but I highly doubt that this is what the gods meant for to happen.

We have a bond, like how Yami and Yugi have the extreme mind link, and I guess a lot in common and probably something secret and special. Malik and Marik used to be one person...I don't see why anyone would want to create a yami, but Malik did. And us, I'm a doll and you're the person who plays with me.

I successfully suppress a shudder at the thought of playing with Bakura. No, he isn't a rapist, instead, he plays with knives, and my body has the scars to prove it. He'll act like he cares, and I mean truly cares, then he'll drag me to the basement where his torture devices lay, and once he's done, he'll repent and fix me up. I don't get him!

Bakura's P.O.V

"Yadonushi," I call out to my hikari. I look around for him, seeing the cute little dress I bought for him on the floor. I really had hoped he'd like it, I mean he is quite feminine, so I kinda assumed that he'd like something girly...I guess I was wrong.

Ra dammit Yadonushi where are you? I don't like losing things! Hmm, maybe I can use our mind link to find his location...or...I can just tap into the power of the Millennium Ring. The door is locked, so he couldn't have gotten away, and I already can see he was too scared to try to cover his tracks. What a shame...I really do care for the boy...but I can never express my feelings...I mean...how am I supposed to?

I hear a small squeak come from behind the couch, and I walk there to see my hikari all huddled up in shorts, and a t-shirt (he has to wear something under that dress), however, he also is paler than normal, and that's saying something. I look down to see the ring on his chest glowing, and I think that's also bothering him so I stop.

Ugh, these stupid feelings. I pull Yadonushi up by the wrist forcefully. He will pay for making me feel this strange inside. The boy shudders under my touch, and I watch as he struggles and tries to escape. It's no use, and he knows that fact as well as I do. He keeps trying though, never wanting to give up on his little attempt at freedom. I smirk knowing how pathetic he is...

I drag the boy down into the basement, his whimpers filling up the air. I then have to force him into a seated position, and I notice he's trying harder and harder to escape me. Poor Yadonushi, don't you know there is no light at the end of the road, I am getting rid of you, I cannot keep living with this infernal feeling. I'm sorry, but the Thief King does not love, he is full of hate.

Once the boy is seated, I start chaining him to his seat. I mean, I can't get rid of him if he's constantly running away now can I?

"You can't do this to me. I am you." My hikari screams, flailing his legs about uselessly. I smirk, knowing that what he said is somewhat true, "I know, and only I can be me...because I only care about me...and since I care about you...then there is something wrong. Because, in the end of the day, we might be the same, but we are very different." I hiss, leaning forward enough to place a small peck on his lips. I know my job is to get rid of these feelings, but I just had to indulge in them just once.

Ryou's P.O.V

He kissed me... I mean even if it was a small peck on the lips...he kissed me. I can already feel my cheeks turning a bright red as I try to suppress the feelings conflicting within me, and then a new fear arises. What if today he goes all the way, and does something...different. A breath of cold air travels down my spine as I let that thought enter my head.

I feel as the first knife enters me, however, I don't react. I just sit there, lost within my own words and thoughts. Another slice and another, the cuts come repeatedly, reopening the wounds that HE worked so hard to take care of.

The cuts stop for a while, and his hand just rests on my thigh. This is when I really start to panic; I mean what if he does? Would I scream...or my worse fear, would I enjoy it? Would I really be intrigued by this?

His hand moves, and I hold my breath, waiting for his next move.

I guess I have to admit, I know that you like me...to an extent. See, for most people, their abuse only happens when they are awake...true, they suffer the nightmares...but for me, my abuser literally has the power to walk into my nightmares, and cause me even more bodily harm.

Sometimes I even end up in his dreams. His dreams are sometimes dirty, and those are the dirty thoughts that he wants to enact upon me. I've seen how...vivid his dreams are, and I can't really say that I feel comfortable in this position. I mean, what if he was to do something.

I watch as he moves his hand, tantalizingly holding it over my private area. He watches my face, and sees my cheeks heat up...however, I too watch his face, and I am shocked to see a sign of emotion. If you looked deep enough into his eyes, then you could see the confusion, concern, worry, and caring that the thief holds.

He turns his head away for a moment, staring at the knife, before he looks back at me...his eyes now completely clouded over in confusion. What's going on?

Bakura's P.O.V

That look of worry and fear in his eyes...it always scares me, but at the same time it always turns me on. Why can't he just leave me alone, why is he torturing me like this? That is the only reason I hurt him, to protect myself from him.

I look back to the knife, and then at the slight bulge forming on me, then to him. Why, why me Ra? Why can't I just get rid of him like everyone and thing else that has ever posed a threat for me. I mean, I am the great Thief King; this should be child's play for me.

I then remember the chaste kiss I gave him. It felt so...right. I didn't mean for it to feel good, but it did. I lean over and kiss the boy again, this time allowing it to last a little longer then the first time. Dear Ra, I'm getting soft.

Ryou starts kissing back, and I can feel my blood rushing south, fast. Why, Ra, please stop this now! It feels so good! I need more! But, no, I must stay strong against his temptations.

I bring my hand up so that I can caress his smooth cheek. I smile, knowing that I would never lay a finger on his angelic face. My hand moves gently across his cheek, and I feel the boy slowly relaxing. This is what's right, isn't it?

Well I'm not right, I'm wrong, therefore body, you will be deprived of this, because this, this is weakness. I know what I must do, so without thinking about it, I grab the knife and plunge it right through his chest.

There is a small squeak of pain from the small hikari as the knife tears through his abdomen. I then feel the warm liquid all over my hand, and I smile. Maybe, just maybe I've gotten over my stupid obsession with this boy.

I pull the knife out, and put it back on its little table. I then force myself to my feet, and I turn to walk out of the room, then, I hear the weak voice of an angel dying.

"Thank you 'Kura," Ryou says, I can hear the tears now falling down his cheek. I can't bear to turn around, or else I know that I will crash and help him. But, his last few words keep replaying in my mind, what does he mean thank you? Then the next thought hits me full force. 'I'm killing my hikari!'

With that thought I speed upstairs, and get the first aid kit. When I return, I unlock my hikari, his body slumping onto me, in a half dead fashion.

I work quickly, checking the damage, and repairing everything I can, however I fear he's not going to make it.

I start running around, trying everything to get the supplies needed to help. I really do try, and I can't help but glance as Ryou's head turns from side to side, monitoring my every move as best as he can, his hear somewhat pink from the pool of blood he's laying in.

I continue adding more bandages, and removing the old ones before I decide that the boy might need stitches.

Now, I'm no medical professor, but I do know that this is a desperate measure. I mean, I've given myself stitches before, so I can probably do it again. I take out the stitches and start trying to heal the wound, slowly and carefully placing each stitch, and trying to concentrate as Ryou groans in pain, and my hand trembles like this is a major earthquake.

I finally complete the task; clean the excess blood, and rewrap the wound in gauze. I look at the boy, hope filling my eyes, to notice that he is somehow paler then before. However, when I look to his lips, I see that they are bright red...blood red. The boy coughs and blood erupts from his mouth.

"Ryou, c'mon, stay with me! I've already called the cops! I know I'll be arrested, but then your life will be better with me gone. Please Ryou, just stay alive. I know that I don't want to admit it, but...I need you. I need you alive, here with me. Please Ryou! Don't go! I love you!" I scream the ending without knowing it, and as soon as I say the last three words, it feels as if a heavy weight has been lifted off me. I sigh, realizing that I have just admitted my key weakness.

I pull Ryou close to my chest. I need him; he can't just die like this.

I try to run my fingers through his hair, but my fingers get caught up in knots, and think clumps of blood. I feel my stomach doing flips within me, and I am on the borderline of retching all over the poor boy.

I then take a look at the boy, his brown eyes are basically lifeless, and his pure white hair is soaked in blood. The boy's shirt was long ago ripped off, and there was a big slice on his chest. The stitches stick out, surprisingly neat even with all the mess on his chest. His shorts are covered in blood, and the blood just runs down his legs. The boy's skin is pale to the point of him looking like a vampire, which makes the blood running down his chin stand out. His lips also seem to be a deep red, covered in his upchucked blood. Saying the boy looked terrible was an understatement. What happened to my Snow White Queen? And why is this vampire sitting in his place?

Ryou, however, through all this does not make a sound. He seems calm, at peace with his death. His breathing is slow, and labored, but it's calm. His eyes bear holes into my soul, but he seems so calm. I once again kiss the boy, and I taste his blood while doing so... It's so sweet and delicious, just like him.

Ryou lets out a low groan as I kiss him, and I can't tell if it's out of pain or pleasure. I then start playing with his bangs, slowly and unknowingly singing the song that Ryou lives, the song that to me explains what is currently going on. Ra dammit, why couldn't I be like everyone else and just say my feelings?

I can hear Ryou's voice now. Scratchy, and just barely audible, but his voice is there, singing the part that I finally understand.

I hear the sirens of the police cars, and I am somewhat relieved...maybe they can save him; maybe it's not too late. I put my finger to Ryou's lips, trying to silence him so that he still has enough breath to make it to the hospital.

The paramedics rush down, and upon seeing the two of us move quickly, taking Ryou up through the stairs and out of the house to the hospital. I hear his voice again through our mind-link /All I want is you/ is all he says...and before I realize it, I am on the ground, crying into Ryou's blood. I have never done anything like this, or felt anything like this for someone. Not even after Kul Elna...why did I let this happen...

Author's Notes:

All mistakes are on me! Anyways, this is the chapter…and my honest belief in the only reason that Bakura would hurt Ryou. True, there are some other points I've heard, and when written well I'll believe, but this is it.

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