To all of my readers, even the ones who haven't reviewed, I thank you for at least attempting to put up with my work. I know it's a difficult job, just reading the story… haha. Just kidding, but I want to thank the reviewers the most. The fact that my story has brought in at least a few comments is a little gratifying for me. And I haven't had to report abuse yet, so I'm good…

Ch. 6

Yuugi and Ryou showered. They laughed and snuggled together as they finished up, then proceeded to check on Bakura and Yami, who were still in the bathroom.

The two younger males were on the floor, now flush against the tile. Their legs were entangled, and Bakura's arms were around Yami's slender waist. Yami's head was resting in the curve of Bakura's shoulder. But the couple squeaked when Bakura's eyes opened and looked at them.

Bakura smirked, and nodded at them. Then, removing one of his arms from Yami, he motioned them away in a wordless gesture, so as not to wake his roommate. The couple promptly followed his silent command, all too happy to avoid the embarrassment of a yelling Bakura.

Bakura smirked down at the beautiful young man in his arms. He leaned down, lips barely brushing the shell of the boy's ear, "Good morning sunshine."

Yami started, his eyes snapping open. His eyes rose to meet Bakura's. The pair stared at each other for a long moment before Yami broke the connection shyly.

Bakura sat up, still cradling the slightly drowsy Yami. Yami moaned and clutched his skull, "I feel like I got hit by a fuck-stick."

Bakura chuckled softly, "Heh, that's kind of what happened, emotionally anyway." He paused, "… Care to explain what happened?"

Yami looked at him for a long moment, and Bakura feared a tongue-lashing. However, Yami just sighed, "If you really want to know… It's not something I should tell people I don't know well… But, for some reason, it haunts me to hide it from you."

Bakura nodded, understanding in a strange way. He smiled suddenly and placed a hand before Yami's face, "Why don't we go somewhere more… Comfortable?"

So, they went to Bakura's room, where Yami began his tale, "Well, I was ten, and this is what happened."

Flashback

Yami stood in the doorway of a small house in Cairo's outskirts, watching his parents dancing. He marveled at his pregnant mother's grace as she twirled with his father.

Then, the sounds of screaming reached them, blown in on the desert breeze. Yami's parents ran to their home, and grabbed their son, forcing him back into a tiny little closet they had added to their home for hiding purposes due to the threat of rebel raiders, for Egypt is still not a safe country.

They did not have the time to hide themselves. The door was kicked down, and it began. Yami's father punched and pistol whipped, firing shots at the offenders. But he only lasted for ten short minutes. Then, one man brought out a scimitar. Yami watched through a crack in the door as his father's head rolled by.

He heard his mother's screams cut short, and his eyes moved to her, the man who had killed his father punched her pregnant stomach, winding her. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath. Yami shrieked as the man brought his scimitar down; and her head joined his father's on the floor.

Yami felt dread as the man approached his hiding place, searching for the source of the childish scream. The man began at the left side of the wall, rapping on the surface roughly, and he finally pushed the right part, ignoring the fact that his men had either fled or been killed due to Yami's father.

The man grabbed Yami from the closet, and slapped him, hard, "Little brat!!!" Yami stayed silent, hoping, praying that the Shadow-man would go away. The man leaned over him, their noses touching, "Aw… is the little toy ready to play?"

That was when Yami lost his composure; he kicked the man's shin with all of his strength, and ran for the door, tears of fright streaming from his eyes.

It was a good few seconds before he was grabbed and tackled to the sands of the desert climate. The man's scimitar was rending the air as well as Yami's tender flesh, slinging blood in a spatter against the cerulean horizon. Yami made no noise, he had been taught by his father that being a man meant to endure in silence.

Suddenly, the attack stopped, and the man was still straddling him. But he did not look up, not even when the man's lips were on his own. Rough, harsh, and savage, Yami kicked and struggled, finally reacting, he hit the man in the groin while flailing, and slid out from under the male.

But once he looked over at his parents, and felt the sick happiness that they would not see what was happening to the boy, he gave up.

The man whispered in his ear. He felt himself forced to the floor, hands digging into his wounds, left over clothing being rent even further. The man's hands were all over his underdeveloped body, caressing, licking, and biting.

Without warning, the man had undone his pants, And he had a large organ that he slid between Yami's slender thighs.

Yami felt like he was being torn in half, he sobbed and screamed as blood poured out from his opening.

Then the man's energy was spent. Yami knew it had been hours. The man's breath was in his ear, "Until forever ends, my toy." Yami whimpered as he was left to die.

End

Bakura's head reeled, "You mean, he…?" He couldn't finish the interrogative. Yami did it for him, "Raped me? Yes."

Bakura sat, staring at the tragic creature that had told the story without remorse, whom had not shed a tear. He wondered. How could he be so calm?

Finally, he found his voice again, "Why aren't you crying again?" He was thoroughly perplexed.

Yami gave him a sad smile, "There's no point anymore. There never was a point… No one other than Yuugi gives a damn anymore. Everyone hates my presence, because I got my family murdered. I could've stopped them…" He gripped the bridge of his nose.

Bakura was silent, "No… You honestly believe that a ten year old knew what was going to happen? And that ten year-old, no matter what, could've prevented his family's murder? Also, that he could've stopped his own rapist? I don't think so…"

Yami whirled on him, "And what the hell gives you the right to think like that?!"

He glared at Bakura, "Huh? ANSWER ME!!!! YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH? YOU THINK YOU COULD HAVE DONE BETTER? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU-!"

Bakura was close to Yami's face, so close. Yami stopped and looked at him, tears falling down onto the mattress from crimson eyes. He tensed when Bakura's arms went around his small waist.

Bakura's voice was rough when he spoke, "Listen to me, Yami, and listen good… I don't think even Ushio could take it as calmly as you do… I sure as hell couldn't have bounced back better. I respect how far you've come. But, I think, that you aren't as strong as you try to be. Because you refuse to cry, to move on, you let the darkness consume you, and that makes you weak."

He watched as Yami broke before his eyes, as tears came down in rivers. And he gripped the smaller boy more tightly.

Yami heard a ripping noise, and felt boiling tears streaming down his face. Then he realized that the ripping noise was his own sobbing.

Bakura was holding him close, rocking him and crooning softly, "I'm sorry… Shhh… It's ok, just let it go, I'm sorry…"

The hours passed, and occasionally, Ryou and Yuugi would come in to check on the pair. They were not surprised by Yami's condition. And that day passed on.