Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Concrete Angel (Based on the song by Martina MacBride) ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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Concrete Angel

Part 5

By Yami Kitsune

Bakura smiled as Ryou slept curled up on his lap. Bakura ran a hand threw Ryou's hair, he was still the same Ryou that he was before he died. Always putting worrying about other people more then himself. Bakura had started teaching Ryou how to fight, so that bullies would pick on him as much. But that plane wasn't working out to well; Ryou still came home with a couple of bruises or a black eye once in a while.

Bakura smiled as Ryou shivered and snuggled a little closer to him. Bakura took a glance at the clock and saw that it was almost dinnertime. Bakura sighed, he didn't want to wake up Ryou yet; but he needed to start dinner. He gently lifted Ryou off of his lap and set him back on the couch, he would let him sleep a little longer. He grabbed the blanket off the end of the couch and covered Ryou with it. Bakura brushed some of the bangs our of Ryou's face before going into the kitchen.

As soon as Bakura left Ryou turned over and curled up in a little ball shivering more. He whimpered softly pulling the blanket tighter.

~Dream~

Little Ryou was sitting in the corner of the room watching all the people dressed in black walk up to the coffin at the front of the room, then going over to the man that was sitting in one of the chairs with his face hidden in his hands.

Ryou looked up as one of the people came over to him patting him on the head and walking off. He didn't understand what they were all doing here, and why they all seemed so sad. Ryou got up and walked to the coffin and looked in. He saw a woman lying there; it looked like she was sleeping.

He felt someone's hand on his shoulder and looked up to see a man also looking at the woman, and he was crying.

"It's just going to be you and me form now on Ryou. Your mother won't ever be coming back, she has left us both." The man said before walking away.

Ryou looked at the sleeping woman `mother? Is that who she is? My mother?' Ryou thought. Suddenly every thing went black and little Ryou looked around frightened. A room started to appear around him, it looked a little familiar but he wasn't sure. He smiled when he saw Bakura sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Bakura!" He called and went over to him. Bakura didn't answer him and kept watching the TV. Bakura looked up when he heard the front door open and close. He got up and walked into the hallway. Ryou fallowed wondering where he was going. He stopped in the door way when he saw Bakura yelling at someone.

"Your late! Where the hell where you?!" He yelled holing the other person by the front of his shirt.

"I-I w-was with a-a f-friend…" The other one whimpered. Little Ryou couldn't see his face real well but knew he was terrified of Bakura.

"Friend? You don't have any friends remember?! No one likes you, and who ever says they do they just feel sorry for you!" Bakura brought his fist back and punched the person in the face sending them flying to the floor. Ryou finally got a good look at the person, his eyes went wide. `He looks like Bakura!'

Little Ryou yelped when he felt something on his cheek; he looked in the mirror and saw that a bruise was forming where Bakura had hit his look alike. Little Ryou was confused, if Bakura had hit him why did he feel it? He looked over and watched Bakura punch and kick the person a few more times before he disappeared.

Little Ryou was now on the floor crying, he had felt every punch and kick and it hurt so much. Ryou (the older one) slowly got off the floor and stumbled into the bathroom to take care of his bruises and cuts.

Little Ryou saw about ten more beatings, done by Bakura and the Man he had saw earlier. Until Ryou had come home late one day and his father was really mad, and drunk. He took a knife to Ryou's arm (I am talking about the older one) giving him a really deep cut. Little Ryou looked at his arm and watched as the scare on his arm started to open, his eyes went wide as he saw blood start to poor from it. He didn't know what to do, so he screamed.

~End dream~

Ryou sat up on the couch screaming holding his arm to his chest, he looked down and saw there was no blood and the scare was closed again. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Bakura came running into the living room when he heard Ryou scream. Ryou looked up at him with wide eyes, he told him self it was only a dream and the Bakura would never do that to him; but some how he knew it was more the a dream and he wasn't sure if he wanted Bakura any where near him.

"Ryou what's wrong?!" Bakura asked sitting next to him and tried to move Ryou onto his lap, but Ryou just moved away form him.

"Ryou…?"

"I-It was j-just a n-n-nightmare-" Ryou said still trying to get his breathing under control.

"Want to tell me about it?" Bakura asked as Ryou let himself be held.

"Y-you were beating up on someone, t-that looked like you-" Ryou said and looked down at the scare on his arm, he traced his finger over it. "A-and someone elts was beating him up to…a-a-and it-"

"It what?" Bakura asked running a soothing hand threw Ryou's hair.

"It hurt…I felt every thing that you and the man did to him." Bakura's hand stopped running threw Ryou's hair and he looked down at him.

"You said that the boy looked like me?"

"Y-yes, only his eyes were softer…" Bakura sighed and moved Ryou off of his lap and stood up.

"Bakura?" Ryou wondered of Bakura was mad at him for something. He sometimes got mad easily and almost hit Ryou a couple of times but never followed threw with it. Bakura turned and looked at Ryou.

"I was afraid that this might happen." He sat back down next to Ryou. "That boy that you saw me beating up on was you Ryou." Ryou looked confused.

"How could it be me? He was lots older then me. And you never hit me." Bakura moved Ryou to sit on his lap again.

"I used to hit you. I thought I was making you stronger, but really all I did was help your father kill you…"

"But I not dead." Ryou looked really confused now. Bakura explained every thing as best he could, and the way a seven year old would understand. Ryou seemed to understand, but Bakura wasn't too sure. Ryou had already known about the millennium items, so he knew that a lot of weird stuff could happen around here. But the fact that he had been alive before and killed by his own father was more then a little shocking for him.

"M-my daddy killed me?" Ryou asked looking up at Bakura.

"Yes, and I didn't save you."

"Did my daddy hate me?"

"I don't know, I think he thought you were the resin your mother died."

"But my was only little, how could I be re-responible?" Bakura smiled as Ryou tried to say the word right but couldn't.

"I don't know how your father thought, but I am guessing in his mind he thought you were responsible for her death." Ryou lied his head on Bakura's chest and just stared at the wall thinking this over. `I have a daddy?' he thought. He had always wanted a father; he had watched the other kids at school with their fathers and mothers. And poor Ryou didn't have either, but in a way he had something better. He had a yami, someone who could never die and would never leave him. Ryou smiled at this and closed his eyes.

"I love you Bakura." Ryou whispered

"I love you to little Ryou." Bakura played with Ryou's hair until the little silver hair boy fell asleep again. Bakura hoped Ryou wouldn't have any more dreams. If they were hurting him like he said they were, he didn't want Ryou to have to go through that pain again. Once was enough for ten life times.

Bakura picked Ryou up and carried him to his bedroom and tucked him in. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Ryou sleep. He looked like a little angel sleeping there. Bakura wished Ryou was the way he was before; he wanted to see the old Ryou again. He sighed. "I guess I am just going to have to wait." Bakura kissed Ryou's for head before he left the room closing the door lightly.

TBC>>>

Ok what do you think about that chapter? Things really start to get interesting in the next chapter. Well better start on that Ja ne!