Of Demons and Possessions
Ryou had always been alone. Ever since his mother and dear sister had been taken away from him by God's Will, he had been alone. No one ever understood him like Amane. She was more like a twin sister to him than a younger sister. They were thick as thieves.
And then Bakura came into his life. He was malicious and cruel, but in the most odd of senses, a protector. When kids that bullied him, and even his friends, started to disappear, nobody would come near him, especially the mean kids. While Ryou always felt alone, he knew that he still had Bakura. But he hated Bakura. He hated him for ruining his life. He hated him for making his named feared, for uprooting him on more than just several occasions. Even his own father had grown less fond of him over time.
But Bakura was always there. He laughed at Ryou's devastating situations and made him feel like the most pathetic little thing in the world. And Ryou realized that Bakura was right; he was the most pathetic little thing in the world.
Ryou didn't want that for himself. He stated taking the abuse without emotion, ignoring the pain. He took it and let it make him stronger until he could face Bakura without fear. He would show him just how much he hated him, how passionately he would fight for his freedom.
However, Bakura never let him have that freedom. He teased him with freedom and then laughed at him. He broke Ryou's morale and let his spirit wither under his iron fist. There wasn't a damned thing Ryou would ever be able to do to gain freedom from this beast of blood.
And then he met people who would fight for his freedom. They were his friends, despite the monster. He felt the distance they kept him at, though. Their friendliness almost seemed a facade, a way to keep him under control. Like the old saying goes, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
When Ryou's freedom was more than a dream, he was almost ecstatic. Almost. It was in this moment that Ryou finally realized just how weak he was. He realized the power Bakura gave him, the protection. Ryou was envious of Bakura's boldness. Ryou actually wished he could maybe even be Bakura. He maybe even loved Bakura, loved him like a pitiful young girl stuck in an abusive relationship. He missed that maliciousness that gathered in his soul.
And just when Ryou didn't think he could get any more pathetic, he felt the sorrow in his body. He felt that longing, that longing to be with Bakura again. So this is what it means to be in love with a monster?
Author's Note: I can't believe I actually just wrote a yaoi fic. Granted, it's actually just a Oneshot, but that's still crazy for me. See, I'm not actually a fan of yaoi at all. I have read a couple yaoi fics because the plot was actually very intense, but I just don't care for yaoi, especially in Yu-Gi-Oh!. And what's even more odd, is I HATE Tendershipping, but here I am, writing a Tendershipping Oneshot. Goddammit Justin Timberlake! Curse you and your song, Mirrors! You are a yaoi demon, I tell you what! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this. Don't expect anymore yaoi from me, though, ha ha! Constructive criticism is always welcomed.