Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Wings ❯ Beaten, but Not Broken ( Prologue )

*Chapter one: Beaten, but not broken*

Ok peoples, this is my story.

It involves Ryou getting beaten by his yami and an angel who wants the abuse to stop.

Oh, I don't own Yugioh either so you can't sue me!

Thanx!!

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Ryou leisurely walked home from school, trying to ignore the sharp pains that were coursing through his legs.

All this hurt was from his ill-tempered yami.

"Ryou, wait up!" he suddenly heard a familiar voice call from behind him.

He turned stridently around to see the tri haired boy Yugi running towards him, millennium puzzle jingling around his neck softly.

Ryou smiled and waited for his friend to catch up. "Hello Yugi" he greeted.

The spiky haired boy smiled brightly. "I haven't seen you in forever! You always seem to disappear now a days".

The other 17-year-old boy smiled slightly. 'I have to disappear or else Bakura will hurt me and my friends' he thought solemnly.

"It's nothing to worry about Yugi. I've just had a lot of homework and stuff going on lately".

The smaller teen had been worrying about Ryou. The white haired boy never hung around anymore, skipped classes, and now was showing up with bruises and scratches that were always partly concealed.

When asked about these marks, Ryou would just blame them on different types of accidents.

Yugi wondered if the baggy pants and loose sweater were just worn to keep more cuts and marks hidden.

Can I ask you something?" Yugi asked the brown-eyed boy.

Ryou nodded gently.

"Is there something your not telling me? We are best friends, you can tell me anything," Yugi stated.

Ryou wanted so badly just to pour out his pains and emotions to Yugi. To let his tears fall freely and know that he wasn't going to get hurt for doing so.

He knew that he couldn't though, for it would put Yugi's life in jeopardy.

Even Yami could not stop the unimaginable force, which was Bakura's anger.

"No Yugi, I'm fine.

Yugi gave him another, 'I don't believe you'; look but decided to drop the subject.

Obviously, Ryou didn't want to talk about it.

The tri haired boy decided to change the topic of discussion.

"You want to come over tomorrow night? I'm having a get together. Malik, Ishizu, Seto, Joey, Serenity, and Mai. You just got to come" Yugi told his friend happily.

The white haired boy gave him an unsure look. He questioned whether Bakura would let him or not.

"Come on Ryou-Chan! It's the one weekend out of the entire year that grandpa is going to be gone" the violet eyed teen whined.

// Tell the brat to shut the hell up already//

Ryou's face paled as Bakura's mental message was sent across there shared mind link.

"Are you okay?" Yugi asked, his voice filled with true concern.

Ryou took a deep breath. "I'm fine. I need to go though, I'm late for my kendo lesson" the brown eyes hikari lied.

He hated lying but it was for the best.

Yugi nodded.

"I'll call you later about the party though, ok?" the taller teen asked.

Yugi smiled cutely. "Ok then. I'll be waiting for your call. See ya".

Without another word, Ryou took off down the streets turning sharply and moving swiftly, forgetting about how sore his legs were.

'Please Ra. Spare me just this once' he mentally prayed, putting up his mental shields so Bakura couldn't read his thoughts.

He walked up to his house and gulped.

Black rain clouds loomed around it, threatening to pour rain.

Ever since the Yami's had been able to form there own separate bodies, Bakura had been merciless towards Ryou, even when he had done nothing wrong.

The white haired demon swore if he ever told anyone about the abuse, he would kill him or her on the spot.

The brown eyes boy knew as well as any victim that Bakura always fallowed through on his threats.

The white haired boy shivered as he walked up to the door of his small house and put a shaking hand on the door.

He turned it quietly and peeked through the door soundlessly.

No sooner had he done that, when the door swung open to reveal Ryou's Yami giving off an almost predatory look.

"Welcome home hikari" Bakura snarled, an evil demonic smirk playing across his lips.

The demon grabbed Ryou by his hair and threw him inside the polluted house carelessly, before slamming the door shut.

The tormented teen yelped as he hit the solid wall with a deafening smack, sliding down it like a rag doll.

Pain coursed through his already beaten body and he didn't even try to get up, knowing Bakura would just pummel him back down.

Bakura walked threateningly over to his hikari and grabbed the collar of his milky sweater, sliding him back up the tattered wall.

Ryou winced at the razor-sharp pains that shot up his shoulders and legs.

"You should be used to this by now hikari" the yami chuckled, while using his free hand to press the air our of Ryou's lungs.

Bakura kicked his weaker light in the stomach making the lesser one gasp and cough at the lack of air.

The evil fiend let go of Ryou's shirt, letting him double over.

Small amounts of blood dripped from his lights mouth, some how managing to stain his snowy white hair, tinting it a crimson color.

Ryou's vision started to double intensely and a sudden darkness threatened to consume his sight.

Before unconsciousness fell over the battered teen, he heard his yami whisper something in his ear.

"By the way little Ryou", Bakura smirked, "You may go to the brats 'get together'".

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So, what do you think?

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