The Darkened Times

Summery: Have you ever noticed that there is always one person who will not leave you alone? What if you knew you liked another but the on who loved you was in danger… as a sadistic backstabber would you help them? Or would you turn the blind eye when they cry for your help, they cry for your protection… they cry for your love.

AN: Again you are all welcomed into my former life, as well as my present. The fallowing chapter contains blood and cursing, for that it is rated T+ 16 and older, because when I do fights… I do fights.

One more chapters in till the molestation, two more chapters and the rape, five more chapters in till a death, and nineteen more chapters in till the end.

Chapter Two

Keep your enemy's close.

Bakura tilted his head to the side, he heard a crack. The other side, another crack. He was alone that was good… The shadows where his only true friend after all. Slowly he stood the room was dark, cold, and smelled of blood. He was okay with that. Once the baka came back, he would be ready. Slowly he grabbed the knife the man had cut him with. Oh, he would be ready.

But let me start from the beginning. Before Bakura was locked up, and before the knife was brought down into the mans chest.

Three hours ago…

Crash boom bang, crash boom Bang, "Sounds like there having fun!" One of the students yelled. Crash, boom, bang, crash, bang, "Think we should stop them!" Another yelled her ears covered with her hands. Soon the sounds stopped and everyone removed their hands. Bakura who stood at the front of the group looked utterly and completely… confused. "Ryou… what the hell is going on in your home?" He said watching wide eyed before he looked at Ryou who gulped. "My father and… boyfriend are fighting again." He whispered Bakura smirked. "Hey guys, I'll take it from here okay? Meet yeah at the dairy queen down town right?"

They gave the thumbs up and started to walk chattering to one and other leaving Ryou and Bakura alone. "Let's get this over with then shall we?" To these words Ryou looked stunned. Bakura…in his house? Now? Dear lord wake him up, the dream guy of the school wanted to go into his home to meet his father let alone his picky boyfriend. Bakura actually cared about HIM!

Bakura smiled walking towards the home to where Ryou lived. It was to say the least a shack that had been remolded. Then again Bakura came from the Rich family that owned over half of this town and anything that didn't have more then one story where counted as a shack in his own eyes. But… he had to admit with the things that where in the yard and the broken down car that looked picked apart, it was more or less a redneck home.

Ryou ran ahead of Bakura, "Please let me get it for you Bakura." Ryou said quickly before he grabbed the door and shuddered as another crash was heard. Slowly he opened the door.

Inside the home wasn't any better from the outside of the home. There was trash that should have been taken out, by the door. The couch was torn up and the rug looked like the dog had pissed on it one too many times. It reeked of shit, and piss everywhere. Not to far away the window was shattered and there stood Ryou's father, Drunk. You can tell simply by the way he was standing and the beer in his hand. A dead give away. The father stood with his brown hair in a mess his shirt dirty and his pants falling down. He looked two times Bakura's size in fat and stank.

Ryou winced when his father saw him. "Boy whatcha doing wi'th some kid in meh home!" The father roared but Bakura lifted a hand to silence him, again his charm was always a good thing. Slowly Bakura lowered his hand and smiled a 'polite' smile, the best he could muster while trying to deal with the stench. "I have come to meet you sir. Ryou says such good things about you that I had to meet the real thing, let alone admire your home."

The father chuckled seeming to accept the excuse. "You'll have 'un here yeah hear? I'm goanna… go lay down now." With that the man collapsed snoring loudly in his drunken state. Ryou looked stunned. "He didn't hit me…" He whispered looking at Bakura. "You saved me…" Bakura looked at Ryou then shrugged. "Come on then let's get to your room."

Ryou seemed to agree with this statement and climbed over his father and down the hall which was surrounded with piles of clothing here and there, dirty mostly but under the clothing where cats and some times a dog. "My mother always liked Cats… my dad dogs… These are just wild strays we pick up but at lest they have a home yeah know?" Ryou asked looking back at Bakura who looked at the cats. He had always liked cats, only because he had one in his past home. That didn't matter now, what mattered was he found Ryou's little boyfriend.

Ryou lead Bakura to the last room of the hall the door was slightly opened and that made Ryou freeze up. "What?" Bakura whispered looking at Ryou. Ryou gulped and smiled turning around. "You don't want to go to my room… how's about you come back tomorrow then we'll hang out." Bakura knew what was in that room now. He pushed Ryou aside and opened the door, proving he was right. Inside was a tall figure a male, with a long black coat and short black hair. He turned around hearing the door open. His face wasn't shaven, and he wore no shirt. His pants had holes all over, and he was in the matter of rugged.

Bakura stepped forward ignoring Ryou's cries for him to stop. "You his boyfriend or are you a stray dog?" Bakura asked snugly as he stepped forward once more. The man hissed low allowing the wind to come out of his mouth slowly and making it sound like a snake's hiss. "Ryou… who's the mutt in this home?" The man questioned as Bakura stepped closer. Bakura held up a hand to Ryou. "My name is Bakura, and I know what you did to Ryou." Bakura said softly and Ryou let out a gasp.

"Bakura huh… well you should learn to keep your nose out of other peoples life's dipshit!" With that the man charged at Bakura knocking him back but Bakura held strong staying on his feet as the man started towards him again. Bakura dodged and rolled out of the way. The man came at him again. This time he slammed the door shut in Ryou's face making it so the other boy could no longer see what was happening with in. "Tell me… Bakura right? What do you care what happens to Ryou? I heard you're the sadist of the town." Bakura was then tackled and pinned to the ground. Bakura grunted looking up at the man who held both of his arms tightly to the ground. "Get off of me." He growled spiting in the mans face.

The man growled back feeling the saliva drip off his nose. "You little punk I'll kill you for that." He hissed lowly leaning closer to Bakura. Bakura smiled up grinning the only grin no one had ever seen, except those who are in the hospital or long gone. "I dare you."

With that The man pulled back one of his fists grabbing Bakura's hand quickly pinning both of his hands above Bakura's head. It was then Bakura saw the knife clutched in the man's hand. It was a few seconds later that Bakura felt the stabbing pain in his arm, then chest.

It was dark. The pain had over taken him and he had passed out. He didn't know how long it had been but it was long enough for it to be dark. Bakura held his arm it had bandaged. It still hurt but not as bad as that damn wound to his gut. He looked around; he was alone in that room as before. Slowly he stood then locked at the handcuffs on his feet. Apparently, his charms worked too well, or they didn't want him to leave. He slowly bent down and grabbed the pick out of his pocket. He'd never been in a situation like this, but he had been handcuffed before, and he had been locked up before. By now, he had to keep a lock pick.

Slowly he worked at the lock and it clicked, he pulled the cuff off his right foot then his left. Then he stood and rubbed his ankles. Fixing his hair a bit he looked around. It was dark. He worked well with dark. Slowly he tilted his head to the side, Crack. Then he tilted his head to the other side, Crack. He worked well with the dark. The shadows where his friends after all, and never did his friends like him getting hurt. He smiled thinking of his shadow friends and why they where his only friends now, then he started remembering his ex girlfriend the girl who broke his heart. His eyes narrowed. Now he could fight.

Slowly he raised him self and waited, once the boy came back he would repay him for the cheep shot. Maybe he could sneak out. Best way possible but you never know the man he was facing now was an ex con, all cons in this town had friends and ran with a gang. Taking in that information that meant he would more then likely have friends with in the home.

Bakura closed his eyes. "So this guy has friends…" He muttered creeping up next to the door silently trying to hear if anyone was moving outside of it. There was laughter and soft steps. Talking Bakura couldn't make out much of it but he did hear Ryou scream. That was clear. Bakura shook before he stepped back. How was he supposed to help him? It sounded like eight or nine adults out there. But he had to get Ryou out of this place. He may be a jerk, he may be the backstabber of the town, but he was not the one who would let someone die from wounds or have to go through that kind of pain.

He had to think, and fast.

There where foot steps coming closer, laughter from over head. The leader Ryou's 'boyfriend' was coming to get him now. Good thing Bakura wasn't one who submitted to others. He took a step back from the door and laid on the bed after placing the handcuffs around his ankles but didn't click them shut, making it easy enough to get away if needed.

It was going to be needed.

The man entered the room and smiled seeing the boy there. "Fresh meat…" He said softly walking over. "You're the popular one from your school right? Everyone likes you?" He smiled and tapped his chin. "I'll in joy this then, and you won't… You want to know why?" He asked walking towards Bakura who groaned and "Tried" to move away. Carefully holding the knife still he moved back on the bed careful not to make it seen that he was able to get away if needed.

The man stepped closer. "You only beat me because of a cheep shot you know." Bakura finally said seeing how far he could push the drunken Bastered. Apparently not that far. The man was on him fast and the movements where slurred and clumsy. Bakura pushed back on the bed moving further up able to dodge it because of the clumsy movements the other had. "Your drunk. You can't take me." Bakura said laughing. The man grabbed Bakura's feet and pulled them by the chain of the handcuffs. They fell off.

Bakura smiled watching the mans face when he relished that there was nothing stopping Bakura from hurting him now. Nothing stopping him from kicking his drunken ass. But he still thought he could take Bakura on.

He took one of Bakura's feet and tried to drag Bakura to the floor. It was a feeble attempt because Bakura kicked him in the face for trying. The two of them moved into fighting stances both had their own style. Bakura slick elegant, from what he had learned and whom he had fought. He stood gracefully one hand at his side, the left hand raised a bit fixing his jacket. The man on the other hand stood careless, his hands up as if this was a boxing match, his face twisted in an angered and drunken state.

Apparently he still didn't under stand he would lose this with out his only weapon. The knife Bakura held loosely in his right hand by his side. He hid it from the others site well though. The man stepped closer to see what Bakura would do. Unlike what he had thought Bakura had just stood there fixing his jacket still. "You know for the poison you're in, you sure as hell aint smart." He said again stepping closer to Bakura before he lunged forward. Bakura smiled spinning the knife in his hand before he twisted his body and slammed it into the man's gut. "Right." He said simply watching the other fall to the ground. "I'm not smart." He muttered looking at the man as he groaned in pain. "Hold the wound, it'll hurt less. " Bakura muttered stepping over the man holding the knife still even as a few drops of blood fell.

The man let out a cry in pain, which caused a couple of his friends to run to the door. Bakura narrowed his eyes and stepped back to the man placing the knife on his throat. The door busted open and Bakura looked up. "Come closer and I will kill him." He said simply and the men took a step back. "Get me Ryou."

Ryou sat alone now. He was in the living room having been abandoned by his boyfriend and left there alone on the table his back cut up once more from not doing as he had been told. Josh didn't cut where people could see it, so he always hit Ryou's back. Telling him if he ever showed anyone he would kill Ryou.

That was the bad side of Bakura finding out, but for once Josh didn't care, only because… Bakura was here and Josh was going to take it out on Bakura now. Ryou slid his fingers down his spine feeling each cut he came across. The feeling stung and the fingers where covered in blood when he pulled them away. Josh had gotten him good this time, 'suppose he liked it.'

Slowly he stood off the table and placed back on his shirt. He felt so strange now, he was alone, and alone was something he had never really been. Normally he only felt that way inside, but now he was really alone... Alone from everyone. His back stung fiercely, and the cloth on it didn't help it at all. He winced as he took a step forward wondering where they had all gone when the arm took him. "We're leaving."

It was Bakura he looked a little ruffed up, but he didn't look as if he had been raped like Josh had said he would do to Bakura. Ryou looked stunned as he watched Bakura. "B-Bakura?" he asked surprised as he watched him. "I said where going." Bakura whispered looking over his shoulder. "Quickly!" There was a shout and Bakura clutched Ryou's wrist. Then the two ran to the door and out. "We'll go to my home, tell no one about this though you got it? I can't afford people to learn I've given up something for a mutt like you."

Ryou winced hearing the harsh words but under stood. Bakura was after all a 'high class' prince. "Okay master…" He muttered it seemed this would be a bit as if he was still with Josh. It didn't matter though he was with the boy he'd had a crush on since the day Bakura had moved here, that was in the fifth grade.

The two ran fast in till they got to the bus stop and Bakura pulled out his cell phone calling a cab. It was odd, Bakura caring to help him like this now. Ryou felt so odd and cared for. The feeling was… was… wonderful. He smiled a little looking at Bakura once he was off the cell and looked at Ryou. "You owe me for this mutt." Bakura muttered looking at Ryou who watched him. "I thank you."

With that Ryou leaned up and kissed Bakura. Holding the only kiss he'd ever get from the boy and enjoying it. Bakura looked at Ryou and seemed to freak. He pulled away breathing quickly. "Don't do that." He hissed looking at Ryou still he touched his own lips but didn't clean them off. He didn't want to, he couldn't pull himself to do so. He… he had liked it a bit… It was odd. That little thing… he had actually liked.

He looked away crossing his arms and waited for the cab. "Keep your lips to your self Ryou." Bakura said softly, though a smile crept on his lips; one unlike he had ever done before. It was a smile of joy, strange that.

Ryou smiled a little and laughed. "Okay Bakura… I'll be good…. Master." That time he had said it loud enough Bakura could hear him. Then he stumbled… he moved forward a bit he could feel his body falling. Bakura noticed in time to see him fall and grab him before Ryou could hit the ground. "Ryou? Ryou come on… what's wrong?" Ryou winced and looked at Bakura. "My Back…" Bakura looked at Ryou's shirt. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Ryou's shirt, the once white cloth was blood read in lines showing where he had been cut. Blood dripped down Ryou's back and pants. "Oh god… Ryou." Bakura said standing up holding Ryou in his arms as if Ryou was his bride.

"It's not that bad… please. Don't take me to the doctors…." Ryou managed smiling a little. Bakura nodded. "I've got a doc…. I'll call him when we get to my house." He said softly.

Ryou nodded then closed his eyes. "Don't sleep on me…. Stay awake Ryou." Bakura said shaking him. Ryou huffed. "I'm just closing my eyes Bakura."

The cab soon came, and they managed to get to the house quickly. On the way the driver called the house doctor, who had gone to bed. The ride there was odd though. Things seemed to move so quickly around them. Bakura had removed Ryou's shirt cleaning his wounds as before with his handkerchief. He winced looking at each cut. It seemed the man he had fought, Josh… had cut Ryou as if ripping out wings. Over and over in one area.

Bakura watched Ryou. He really was an angel with out wings then.

End of Chapter Two:

Next time:

"Bakura… Josh molested me.." Rose said softly and Bakura stopped. "He what?" He whispered back so no one else would hear. "I was molested by him… and Ryou will be next…. You have to help him."