Darkened Times Chapter Four

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 one 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… when they cry for your love.

As a reminder:

This is the story of one who had never known what love was… he tried it once… but it backfired. And he may never be able to love never be able to cry, never be able to care. He is the sadist and he will allow all to die around him before he stops anything… …

But…

What happens when you add… the innocent Angel with no wings?

Author note: Forgive me friends but with in this chapter you will find Rape, I will give you warning with out a doubt seeing how it's in a dream there isn't that big of a thing.

Undoubtedly and to my utmost belief I have been requested to tone it down, the only rape in this story will be not that of body, there will be now actual rape but that of the mind so to say.

But it is based upon a true story and for Ryou the past.

The good thing about this all is because there is even in real life good things, I'll add in something you've all wanted.

Anyways, I love you all with all my heart. Don't give up hope, and what ever you do

Don't scream.

One more chapter in till the kiss, two more chapters in till Rivalry, three more chapters in till a death, four more chapters in till the party, and twenty more chapters in till Love, twenty-five more chapters in till the end

Each and every time he turned his head, he could only see darkness, darkness… what his heart was made of, what had been his friend when his parents left him alone and with out anyone to care for him. Darkness.

But this darkness he did not know, it was strange to him and smelled of ash. Fire, ash, not the smoke that curled from his lips when he took that deep needed puff from his cig. No, ash from a fire that had to be near. But all he could see, all he could feel… was the darkness.

As the sun arose from his hidden side to awake Bakura who had gone to bed alone, and now found himself sleeping with a curled up boy in his arms. Ryou had done this too him many times now and had entered his room after nightmares. Bakura had come to the terms of no longer caring that the boy did this, and went on living.

But this time was different. They where not alone in this room.

Slowly Bakura pulled away from the sleeping boy and looked around. He could feel it; someone was watching him, a stalker with his pray in sight. Ready to attack when the chance was given. Slowly his eyes moved to the closed and locked window. Nothing. He looked to the closet, again nothing. Then he looked under the bed. Once more it was empty and they where alone. Though Bakura could not shake the feeling no matter how hard he tried.

Then he looked to the sleeping boy. Ryou snored a bit before scrunching his face in a cute little way. As if something awful was under his nose and he could smell it fully and very well. Bakura ran his fingers through Ryou's soft blond hair. His fingers laced through the hair and he watched the boy sleep. He couldn't understand why he was doing this, why did he want to help this boy so much while others he didn't care about? Perhaps there was something about this boy he wanted to protect, but he couldn't figure it out for the life of him.

Each day they awoke like this he wondered and wondered about the boy. What was it that brought the boy to him like this? How could he be attracted to such a…such an angel?

His thoughts had once more betrayed him. Ryou? An angel? But why would I think such a thing… The boy is clearly a human… no angel would willingly go though all Ryou has.

Perhaps I am over looking this to a brink I shouldn't. Think of it Logically Bakura… Ryou needed help and you merely like him because you wish to make sure he gets all the help he'll ever need.

That doesn't solve my issue now does it? Because I helped him why in the world do I feel like this towards him? Explain to me that.

…

I was right you can't now can you.

Bakura, You're falling in love.

Bakura's eyes shot open wide and he moved back. He was breathing heavily as he watched Ryou before him. His own thoughts betrayed him once more. How could he be falling in love with Ryou? He didn't know the boy… he had always been the outcast who like the other fakes, confessed his love to him. That was all he knew.

Well… He now also knew Ryou's boyfriend… and the boy had an abusive father. That was indeed all he knew. The boy with silver hair like his own, the boy who shared some of the same features as himself… The boy whose blue eyes he swore he could fall into for forever and never care… The boy who was frail and clung to him at night.

The boy… he was indeed falling in love with. Ryou… the boy he knew barely anything about he was falling in love with. But the worst part of this all, the part he could never get over?

Was he was indeed the Sadist, and by admitting this to himself, that he was trying love again… He was turning on himself. It was pathetic and he knew it. He didn't want to know it but he did. He was, turning, on, him, self.

It was just wrong.

Slowly Bakura sat up on the bed watching Ryou sleep soundly. How was it this boy did this to him? How could such a boy do this too him?

Don't think too much upon it, Bakura we need to think of how to deal with the other problems.

His mind never shut up did it? He sighed looking at the wall before him the sheets falling around his hips to reveal his silk sleeping bottoms. Slowly he brought his hand to his chin and looked out. Though it was right, he had to come up with a way to deal with the issue of Ryou's boyfriend who had started to come to the school to try and get Ryou.

He had to find out how to take care of this issue sooner then later and as of yet he was failing miserably. Each time he thought he had a lead it would fail on him. He hated failure with a passion and the more it was brought upon him the more he hated it. And this time each and every time he did something he would fail.

It was all Josh's fault in the long run; it was that damned man's entire fault. For weeks it had been his fault and still it was his.

Slowly Bakura slid a hand down his face. "This… needs to stop." He whispered slowly before he looked at Ryou again. His fingers moved to Ryou's hair and slowly he pushed back his bangs. Ryou winced but Bakura smiled. He laid down once more and pulled Ryou into his arms. The boy shivered before he pulled close to the other holding tightly to him. "Bakura…" He whispered softly in his sleep and Bakura slowly smiled. "Ryou I'm here now." He whispered softly feeling Ryou's heart start to pound. "I'm not about to let you go now that you're with me Ryou." He whispered again Ryou moaned in his sleep. Bakura smiled slightly.

It was undoubted unclear to Bakura, what was happening, It wasn't even Bakura's fault for this.

What happens in your dreams one will not know in till it was shared? Or, in till you know it is screamed. But… I won't give that away as of yet.

The fallowing is in dedication to loyal fans that thought it was about time I take action. To all of them I have experienced the fallowing action on my own person and survived. Ryou will as well. The fallowing is skip able if you want.

The room was dark, he didn't know where he was but it was dark and his hands where tied up on the posts. The posts where on the bed. "Bakura?" Ryou whimpered trying to get free. Then he stopped and thought about it. Why would Bakura tie him up? Why in the world would someone who had been looking after him tie him up like this and leave him alone like this?

Then it couldn't be Bakura; it had to be someone else.

'Logic Ryou, it's what Bakura was teaching you, use it now.

Okay so… assess the situation. Alone in an unknown room tied up. What else is there of this situation?'

Ryou moved his head. He could move it indeed so that meant… Nothing. What it meant his attacker wanted him to be able to see what was happening. Bad thing. Another thing he could see that it was only his feet, and arms chained up. And indeed chained.

And that annoying sound. What the ruddy hell was it?

Slowly he moved his head and looked to look at what seemed to be the door to the room. There the sound was coming from, right on the other side of that door. But why he couldn't tell, at least not from here. He looked at the door more closely, something was there, and someone or something was watching him from the other side of the door. He didn't understand why, nor did he truly want to understand.

There was a pain on his back, it felt like it had when he had been attacked by his ex boyfriend Josh, only it was deeper, it hurt worse. Like something was being torn out of him. He moved a bit and still there was pain. A burning sensation that moved deep though out him starting from his back and moving slowly, slowly down his body.

Then things happened too fast and before he knew it there was someone on him. He let out a scream and the man on top of him grinned. The form above Ryou seemed to be pleasured by this scream and chuckled. The man above him seemed to move Ryou slightly and Ryou seemed to scream louder trying to fight the man on him. Though his arms and legs where tied he had to get free, he knew what would happen if he didn't. He had to get free.

There was a loud crack and Ryou's arm was free from where it had been held only moments before. Ryou gasped in pleasure of the sight and smiled slightly, to which he found out, he never should have done.

The man above him let out a growl of rage and had Ryou pinned by his neck to the bed in a matter of seconds. Ryou gasped for air looking up at the man who by now he had taken in the face of. It wasn't Josh. No… it was another boy one who was closer to his age. One who he had dated before Josh. The boy who had indeed broken Ryou into what he was today. It was Malik.

Ryou gasped trying to get free but once more to no avail. He tried to struggle but even now Malik was licking his neck trying to convince Ryou's body that this was good. It was to no avail for Ryou had been forced through this before; he knew very well what was to come now.

This had all happened to him before, before Malik was placed in Jail. Because Malik had been placed in Jail for this act. It was his last gift to Ryou. Something to…

Remember him by.

Ryou screamed as he felt something close to entering his sore and now almost broken body. He screamed for Bakura, he Screamed for his Father, who in life was the one who had saved him in the first place, He screamed for his brother. But no one came; no one would save him from Rape once more.

It's safe to look now kids

Bakura looked down at Ryou who was whimpering and screaming a bit. He had pinned him to the bed when the boy had started to lash out at him. "RYOU, GOD DAMN IT RYOU WAKE THE HELL UP!" He yelled shaking the boy. Normally he would have hit the person to shut them the hell up, but that the time that would possibly have made it worse.

Ryou whimpered before he slowly opened his eyes. He saw Bakura above him and he gasped his mouth open wide as if he had been prepared to scream once more.

Then Ryou launched himself at Bakura clinging to him with all his might. Bakura looked dazed and confused as to why the boy was holding him like this but held on anyways. He wasn't going to get upset over something like this now.

"It was awful Bakura!" Ryou yelled whimpering into his chest. "I was… and he… he raped me Bakura! I thought I was going to die! No one came when I called… no one… I was…" He let out a large sob into Bakura's shirt and clung to the boy still.

Ryou was crying as he held him. And what Bakura did to stop him was merely an act to stop it.

He honestly didn't think he was in his right mind as he did it nor did he even think at all.

The boy was crying and he knew of only one thing that may help him. If someone in a dream hurt you, you would want the someone in real life you loved to… make it better right?

So when Bakura's lips crushed Ryou's and Ryou kissed him back though shocked and confused, it seemed to Bakura's logic, and his means of thinking. That, though it seemed off, and though it seemed odd to even him while he enjoyed a kiss.

That, it was all right, because Ryou… was going to be fine.

End of Chapter Four.

Well, well, well, look at what we have here. I have an actual note from someone I've been getting help from on the story with stating she would prefer not I contaminate my soul any more and allow her to take care of the horror parts I know I can not write.

Darling Daemon, I love you all so much. You are such a sweet little prince. I hope your book goes well by the way! Wave

Anyways… on to business. I have in deed come to terms with you who actually do wish to read the rape of this. If you do please send me a note and I will forward it to my new horror writer. Daemon Sadist.

If you want to read some good Angst and horror read his works.

ANYWAYS preview of next chapter:

Amazing, simply bliss. Ryou whimpered as Bakura held him but the way it felt to be held, it was… "Amazing." Bakura whispered softly as the kiss broke. Ryou looked at the boy he loved ever so much and blushed. "Bakura… I love you…" Were all the words he could think of.

Bakura slowly looked at Ryou, his reputation be Damned. "I as well Ryou."

One more chapter in till Rivalry, Two more chapters in till a death, three more chapters in till the party, four more chapters in till we must pick, nineteen more chapters in till Love, twenty-four more chapters in till the end